even though i hate them both


“No, you’re wrong, father.”

Demon/Angel AU 

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So pretty much Gabriel is the ruler of the Underworld and Adrien is his son and is a very powerful demon. Demons and Angels are supposed to balance out the world. Angels bring life (like by growing plants, creating animals, helping those in need, etc.) while demons bring sickness, destruction, bad weather conditions, etc.) . 

Adrien is a special demon that can destroy anything he touches so that’s why he’s wearing those special gloves (he takes them off when he needs to). And Mari is a very powerful angel that is basically idolized by those below her rank because of the beauty of her wings. (wings of any color other than white, brown, etc. are a major rarity.) 

However, when she is not sent on a mission by the archangels (which are the kwamis) she helps take care of ladybugs in different regions around the world simply because she loves them and finds that they’re important to watch and take care of for environmental purposes. 

Angels and demons, even though they basically work among each other, do not like each other. Angels are seen as superior so that’s why demons hate them sm. And pm one day Marinette is helping ladybugs at a park in France (Adrien’s favorite park to visit and be emo) and I don’t want to get into full detail since i may write a fic for this. But they don’t like each other at first (Mari totally ignoring him) but they eventually become friends. And neither one knows that the other is very powerful LMAO. So yeah, they fall in love which is GREATLY forbidden on both ends and a shit storm commences. 

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i am very intrigued by the relationship stu and murdoc have, not in the sense that ‘wowie uwu they are both so hot uwu it’s not abusive at all uwu they love each other uwu’ but in the simple matter that both of them depend on each other in a rather tragic way. i strongly believe that murdoc really does care about stu, a lot, he’s just a bag of dicks when it comes to coping with his past abuse. to be honest i hate all the ‘stu is still being held captive ect, he’s in the band against his will’ fuzz. he’d be long gone if he really wanted to.

in the last interview we saw how stu helped murdoc calm down when he started dissociating, and even though most people viewed it as a funny moment during the interview, it makes me really quite sad because we get to see how much murdocs life is still impacted by the abuse he had to go through as a child.

so no, i guess no ‘ships’ but bonds.

Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

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Warnings: swearing, smut

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You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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Zelda in BotW is an amazing character. If I had to make a list of the 10 best characters in the LoZ games, I have a hard time imagining she wouldn’t be on it. And nearly everything I’ve seen from other people who have played the game has been bursting with positivity and appreciation for this Zelda. 

However, I’m unfortunately not surprised to have eventually run across someone calling her “a miserable cunt” and a “shitty little shit bag” who is “demoralizing [Link] into oblivion” with over 100 people liking/reblogging their post. 

There are a couple of things to say in response to this. For starts, Jesus christ calm down. It’s wild to me how ready people are to hate characters for almost anything (and it overwhelmingly happens with female characters–jeez I wonder why). And second, did we even play the same game? Because you know what the WORST we ever saw Zelda acting towards Link was? 

That’s… that’s it. She told him she didn’t need an escort and shouted at him to stop following her. And this wasn’t just the worst that Zelda ever acted towards Link. It was also the ONLY time we saw her shouting at him or being mean to him. Was it rude/crummy/something Link didn’t deserve? Totally. Was it her being ~a miserable shitty little shit bag cunt that fucking destroyed Link’s sense of self worth~? Hell no. How the hell do you extrapolate THAT MUCH out of such a small scene? 

Just to help paint a larger, and more negative picture of Zelda, let’s talk about another memory. In the first memory, which was of Zelda preforming the ceremony to appoint Link as her knight, Zelda was acting very clearly depressed during the whole thing. That would have conveyed to Link how unhappy Zelda was with him being her knight, which would have surely made Link feel shitty. So there, that’s something else people who hate this Zelda can point to. But you know what? If you want to analyze things like this, Link also made Zelda feel shitty. Oh, sure, we all know that Link made Zelda feel shitty because of her own insecurities about being a failure of a royal princess while Link had successfully become the master of the Master Sword. But Link’s own behavior also made Zelda feel shitty. We saw in the third memory that Zelda would try to talk normally with Link. Talking casually and cheerfully about making adjustments to one of the Divine Beasts because that’s what she was passionate about! But Link… would never say anything back in response. He was silent. He was her appointed knight, but he wouldn’t even talk to her when she tried to talk to him. In fact, at that point Link had NEVER spoken to Zelda, as she expressed in her diary 

Imagine if their situations were reversed, and we saw Link talking to Zelda and Zelda refusing to respond to him and just staring at him with a blank expression–and then Link wrote in his diary about how stressful that was for him and how it made him feel like she thought he was a failure and hated him. The people who hate BotW Zelda would be jumping on that as an example of what a bitch Zelda was to Link. Even though when Link did it to Zelda, there’s no problem whatsoever apparently. Link was just a smol little precious angel that was cowering beneath Zelda’s “toxic belittling and dominance,” as one person described it. 

(And real quick… you know who was ACTUALLY “belittling” and “demoralizing” Link? Fucking Revali. You know, the guy who would walk right up to Link and go on a giant, passive aggressive and mockery-filled rant at Link about how he’s better than Link and Link doesn’t deserve the expectations that others have of him. I still think Revali is a solid character because it’s good to have a diverse cast with varied personalities and different relationship dynamics with each other. But for crying out loud, how is anyone going to hate on Zelda for how she acted towards Link early on when Revali was there being a straight up dick with 0 tragic character motivation behind him to make us sympathetic to why he acted like such a wad?) 

Of course I don’t believe that Link deserves any hate for being silent around Zelda for so long. Just like how I don’t believe that Zelda deserves any hate for the way she acted towards and felt about Link in the early memories. They were two youths who had the weight of the world placed upon their shoulders. Link’s ability to express himself was crushed by the weight of the expectations and judging eyes of everyone around him. Zelda lost her mother, was denied expressions of love from her father, was terrified that she was a failure who would doom the world to destruction because of her inability to access her powers, and was was stuck with a successful, brilliant knight who she assumed hated her and had no way of being told otherwise because HE WOULDN’T EVEN TALK TO HER. 

But despite all that the two became close. Link saved Zelda’s life. Zelda reevaluated how she thought of him and even apologized for her past behavior 

Zelda made an effort and kept talking to him, trying to get him to open up to her. And eventually he did, and she was able to learn the reason why he wouldn’t talk to her, or anyone, in the past. They traveled together. She examined his wounds after battle. They went out to collect specimens in the fields together. Zelda tried to get Link to lick a frog in the name of science. Link taught Zelda how to bond with her horse. They saw their home fall to Calamity Ganon and learned of the deaths of their family and friends. Their world collapsed. They fled. They defended each others’ lives, each saving the other. Zelda spent 100 years suffering alone to contain the abomination that destroyed their land while Link recovered from the injuries he gained protecting her. They fought together again. They freed Hyrule from 100 years of darkness and set out once again to rebuild their kingdom together. 

But yeah. Zelda was such a cunt, right? 

I mean, you can’t please everyone. That’s just to be expected. People are different. People have different attitudes and values, and like and enjoy different things, so there’s no piece of media that everyone will have the same thoughts and feelings on. It’s like how on the Nintendo eShop, BotW for the Wii U has 4719 five star reviews… and 21 one star reviews. You can’t please everyone. But again, jesus christ some people are just ready to violently hate Zelda for having extremely well developed character flaws and a rocky start to her relationship with Link that was the result of both of their individual issues clashing and preventing them from connecting and understanding each other even though they both felt nearly the exact same way. And even if you want to insist that everything bad about their early relationship was 100% Zelda’s fault alone, I wonder how Zelda could possibly make up for it… maybe putting in the effort to develop a very positive relationship with Link, saving his life just as he had saved hers, and spending 100 years in Ganon Jail would be enough to make up for it? 

…nah. You’ve got to imprison yourself for at least TWO HUNDRED years to make up for telling someone to stop following you one time. Totally. 

Dating Jughead Jones would include:

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• stealing his beanie and him hating it every single time

• “You know, I do need that.”

• “but my head is cold.”

• him showing you his writing and asking for your opinion, especially when he’s stuck

• spending hours and hours at Pop’s with him, helping with Blue and Gold stuff, even though you aren’t technically a part of it

• letting him steal the cherry from your milkshake even though you love them

• stealing fries off his plate as your twisted revenge

• “Hey! Fries are off limits!”

• “I’m paying for both of us!”

• him being slightly possessive over you and you loving it completely

• helping him when he has no where to stay

• he takes a while to open up but after that he confides in you with everything

• literally

e v e r y t h i n g

• from his emotional issues to his mildly unconventional sexual fantasies

• helping him play out those fantasies

• sticking by him when he joins the Serpents

• also secretly loving the dangerous side that comes out in him because of that

• staying with him all the time when his south side host family let’s him stay at FP’s empty place (which is often)

• stealing his Serpents jacket

• he doesn’t hate that at all, in fact it’s one of his favourite things to come home to

• “Hey babe, I’ll be home in an hour.”

• “That’s so long though!”

• “Put on the jacket and I might make it back in 45 minutes.”

• “That’s literally all I’m wearing.”

• “… I’m coming home now.”

• going with him to see FP every week at least once

• FP l o v i n g you and insisting Jug at least introduce you to the Serpents

• he does, proudly, and they all welcome you with open arms

• going to visit him at Southside High whenever possible

• he gets more and more open with PDA the longer you’re together, even more so when someones making eyes at you

• him standing in the hallway when you’re in the shower because you sing when you shower and he loves your voice

• watching movies you hate all the time because you know how much he loves them

• gentle, sweet kisses in the morning and right after you sleep together

• him constantly making sure you’re comfortable

• “Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!”

• “what did I do now?!”

• hanging out with the gang and constantly being asked about your intimate details

• “okay, but who takes charge?”

• “why would we tell you th-”

• “Jug does.”

• he pretends he hates it but you don’t miss the little smirk on his face when you brag and gush about him

• him never being afraid to cry in front of you

• texting snail emojis back and forth when you aren’t together just to make sure each other is okay

• “why did we choose snails?”

• “because it takes you six years to text back”

• *three hours later* “oh yeah”

• “you did that on purpose”

• not saying ‘I love you’ often but meaning it so deeply when you do

• feeling safe

• making him feel safe

• being his family

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"Then what do you suggest?" Sterek? Please? /best puppy dog eyes

“This is an awful idea.” Scott huffs.

Stiles kicks at his shin. “Then what do you suggest?”

“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just tell him like any other normal person?”

“Because that’s not nice enough!” Stiles complains, nudges Scott with his elbow. “Hold it right!”

“Is there a wrong way to hold a poster?” Scott fires back. “This is ridiculous, you owe me so bad, man.”

Stiles turns to glare at him but seeing as they are both wearing otter costumes, it’s impossible to see each others’ faces.

“Oh, like I didn’t help you with your first date with Allison? Or that time I didn’t tell your mom you ate a hotdog even though she said you weren’t supposed to?” Scott huffs. “Yeah,” Stiles says, “suck it up, man.”

“I hate you.” Scott slaps him.

“I hate you, too.” Stiles slaps him back.

Around them people have started staring and laughing, and Stiles regrets doing this with all his might, but it’s too late to back out now. He can’t just admit he was wrong to Scott. And – hey, that’s Lydia taking pictures, yeah, awful idea.

Stiles only hopes this will be worth it, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if Derek says no. Stiles wouldn’t dress up as a fucking otter and hold a very pink and glittery poster saying ‘I love you’ for just anyone.

He wants to marry the shit out of this guy when they graduate College.

Stiles looks up at the sky, prays to whoever is out there that Derek feels the same.

“Are you freaking out in there?” Scott asks.

“No!” Stiles answers quickly. “Shut up and focus!”

“You focus!”

“You –”

“You two shut up!” Erica yells from somewhere behind them. “My boyfriend is about to play and you’re blocking the view, if you don’t do this I swear to God I will skin you both alive!”

“Well,” Stiles swallows heavily, offers his fist for Scott to bump, “let’s fucking do this.” He watches the players run into the field, waits until Derek turns their way, eyes searching for Stiles in the stands like he always does – he’s so predictable and adorable, Stiles loves him a lot – and takes a deep breath, readying himself to scream like he’s never screamed before. “Hey, Derek!” He yells as Scott holds up his poster. “You’re my significant otter!” The crowd erupts in cheers and Derek hides his face behind his hands.

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In case you’re wondering why I haven’t told you

It’s because of the look you gave me when you asked what the new soap I’d bought was and I hesitated before replying, “It’s called Gender Bender.” You then passive-aggressively bought me 24 new bars of soap in an assorted package, which I am not yet halfway through.

It’s because of the joke you made about “pretending to be a tranny to get a discount” in the car on the way to get haircuts one Saturday morning.

It’s because of the way I watched your face when I was talking to you in the bathroom this morning when you noticed I, your female child with short hair and a flat chest, was wearing a shirt that said, “#1 Dad” on it as a joke. I saw the look in your eyes like a warning.

It’s because of the way you asked my older sister if I was interested in that boy I brought over to play video games instead of going to prom. “He’s kind of weird,” you told her, “but I just want her to like a boy.” And when my sister, who knows, asked, “What if she doesn’t?” you replied, “I’m her mother, I’m allowed to have a preference, that’s all.”

It’s because of one of the many times I was visiting my dad in New Hampshire when he said, “Oh, when we were together, your mother hated gay people. And your grandmother can’t stand them, either.”

It’s because of the way you opened my sister’s mail and saw that she had registered herself as a democrat. A few weeks later, we were out to dinner with one of your friends, and you said, “And I’ve told Jaimie, if she’s going to register as a democrat, not to say anything. Her sister I’m not sure about, but I have confidence that Jaimie should at least wisen up before long.” And I kept quiet because you told me not to say anything.

It’s because of the day we went school shopping in the summer before ninth grade, and when I asked if I could look to buy boy’s jeans, you said, “Like it or not, you’re a woman, and you have a woman’s curves.” I still wanted boy’s jeans, but I told you I’d changed my mind. I still want boy’s jeans, but you think I changed my mind.

It’s because of the way you scrunched your nose when I told you my character in the school musical had been changed from “Kate,” who had one line, to “Ike,” who appeared in several scenes. Instead of congratulating me, you asked why they made me play a boy every year.

It’s because of the nightmares I used to have wherein my aunt, who figured it out on her own, outed me to you, and I got so scared of your response that I woke up with dust clogging my throat.

It’s because of the time my sister looked at our cat and said, “Sometimes I don’t really think of Oscar as a boy cat, he’s kinda in-between sometimes.” And you said, “Well, he is a boy cat.” And you used that tone. I have grown up with the presence of that tone settled in my gut like a rock.

It’s because of the way I sat in my room having a panic attack, huddled in front of my blasting fan because it was too hot and I couldn’t breathe, the first time I tried on my binder (the binder that I bought secretly with my own money three years ago and you still don’t know I have.) If anyone finds out, I thought, what will happen to me?

It’s because of the way I told you I wanted to try living with Dad for awhile and you broke down, wouldn’t talk to me about it, wouldn’t acknowledge that it was happening until it had, and even though I was happier there, even though I had told my dad and his girlfriend within a month of living with them, even though I was more involved with theater and didn’t hate the thought of going to school every morning because I liked this one, even though I had friends that I loved more than anyone I knew back here, in this godforsaken farm town in rural New York, you still made me feel guilty enough about leaving you that I came back anyway.

It’s because of the way that I’m out at school, that I don’t care if anyone there knows that I’m not a girl or a boy, or that I like both girls and boys, and there I’m loud, and there I’m happy, but as soon as I get home I’m quiet as a mouse because I don’t want you to talk to me because you might say something careless, and think nothing of it, but your throwaway comment, to me, is a dagger in my lungs.

It’s because of the look you gave me when I was thirteen and I told you I wanted to be a prince for Halloween.

It’s because of the way you once prefaced your indignation at something sexist with, “I’m NOT a feminist, but…”

It’s because of the way my heart spiked with panic when we were reviewing my college applications together and I realized I’d marked gender as “prefer not to respond” and quickly scrolled past it.

It’s because of what I imagine you would say if you found out that I have signed up to live in gender-neutral housing for my freshman year on campus, and that I will not let any of my roommates believe I am a girl.

And if you’re wondering why I haven’t let you read anything I’ve written, it’s because my writing is deeply personal to me, and I don’t want you to know any of my secrets. I don’t want you to know what I think about the world because I know you would disagree and tell me so. I don’t want you to know what I think love should be because you would only be cynical and try to tell me about the real world. I don’t want you to read about my queer heroes because these characters and their stories are important to me, and I feel like if I let you touch them, it would ruin them for me.

It’s because I remember all of these things every time I get close to you.

It’s because I break my own heart thinking about how much I want to love you, but can’t.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t told you I’m queer, and why I never will, it’s because I don’t trust you. And when I start my own life, and I live on my own, I will not care who knows, and I will not care if you find out, because once I am out, I will be far away, and I won’t have to see that look on your face ever again.

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Jack and Ashi: Have been around each other for almost all of two episodes, have good chemistry, share a lot of similarities yet still have differences to balance each other out, have saved each other’s lives, worry about each other, both have hallucinations/PTSD, have had several instances of foreshadowing and romantic implications together, and have probably gotten to know each other better than anyone else yet in the series.

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Jack and Aku: Hate each other and their ultimate goals are to destroy one another.

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Ashi and Flora: Literally have never interacted or even know of each other’s existence.

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“I’m nervous,” Kent says.

“Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive.

But then again, Alexei did see Runaway Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish.

“No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now, then what you say for vows?”

“Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows. In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m just joking. I don’t actually—what the hell is that?”

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who doesn’t love modern royalty aus :~)

“i’m a prince(ss) & you’re the daughter/son of the royal head of security but i didn’t know that until after we hooked up one night oops” au

 “i can’t believe i get to interview the royal family this is my big break but oH MY GOD why is the prince(ss) looking at me like that fml s/he’s hot” au

“we’re both royalty & our parents are pushing us into marriage & even though we’re lowkey into each other we don’t wanna give them the satisfaction” au

“i undertook a false identity to get an american college education but someone figured out my secret am i screwed or what” au

“i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince(ss) but the queen hates m oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au

“how did i end up sleeping with my hot bodyguard” au

"one day i’m on a class trip & the next i’m sneaking away from the rest of the group to hang out with a member of the royal family lol no biggie” au

i think that in being antifa, it’s useful to understand how people become nazis. Once ages ago I backread the blog of a nazi on here all the way to the beginning out of morbid curiosity, and I learned a lot from that reading. His parent are “liberal”, he used to be “liberal”, even an sjw according to him. I see a lot of other fascists, both current and former fash, whove said the same thing.

I can see paths in my life in which, had things gone differently, I was at risk of being indoctrinated. Fortunately it didn’t happen, but even though I always hated nazis since the holocaust/ww2 was and is personal to me, for much of my life it was in a more liberal way and I did not become truly antifa, that is nuanced, radical and understanding in my hatred of them, until like 2013.

this by the way i think is why liberals, politically ignorant people, etc, are at risk of being indoctrinate by fascists who just happen to use the right words to play to their insecurities and win people over. Thats also why i think its important that leftists try to win over their liberal friends if they can (whether or not its feasible to do so depends on the situation), and it will be necessary to have a little patience, speak to their concerns/experiences and find common ground with them in order to do that. (And frankly, you’re not going to find common ground with people by saying stalin is good and making gulag jokes, but i digress)

Like most polish youths, I was originally indoctrinated into the polish national victim complex, the narrative of history that frames the polish people only as victims, never as perpetrators, and as being noble for having suffered, like christ on the cross. I didn’t know anything about this until like maybe last year or something when I learned the term “christ of nations” for this complex and started thinking about it and how polish nationalist narratives happen to relate to my own family situation.

So i suspect that back when I was politically ignorant and didn’t know anything about any of this, a white nationalist could have indoctrinated me by not using nazi language, but by using polish nationalist language, pan-slavic nationalist language. I felt (and still feel) out of touch with my heritage (Diaspora Problems™) so pan-slavic nationalists could have easily played to that.

Fortunately I never met far right polish nationalists (or at least people i knew to be far right polish nationalists) until a lot later, just frustrating liberal/conservative people who grew up with the narratives normally. but if I had, im not sure what might have happened.

bleh tldr: it’s ok to understand the things you hate and in fact I believe it is practically beneficial to fighting hate.

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it was,,,,,, so fucking good. i just need to rant for a bit about so many aspects of this video because like not only was it genuinely so funny and original and creative, it was just SO WELL MADE. there were so many small details about it that i couldn’t even believe.  they put so much actual effort into it and they’re also both so naturally funny when it comes to this kind of humor. ahhhh there were so many good things to talk about that i hardly know where to begin or like how to even organize my thoughts so just like,,, be ready bc this is about to be the most incoherent ramble 

first of all. dnp work so well together. i mean. we know this, we see it all the time. but there’s a lot of humor in the crafts videos that is just completely improvised within the larger pre-planned structure/concept. and they bounce off each other SO well in this setting (maybe even better than they do in many of their normal collabs, at least from a comedic standpoint.) i think a lot of this has to do w the fact that the satirical cheeriness of the “characters” that they play, that is over-emphasized to the point of being creepy, just lends itself really well to so many amazing one-liners. but also they just have such good chemistry that is so readily apparent in this context,,, it makes me emotional. they consistently set each other up for jokes, if one person improvises a certain action or behavior the other goes along with it or reacts to it immediately and that’s a mark of rly well-practiced entertainers but also two people who know each other really well and i love watching it play out.

i also do have to acknowledge that they are both fundamentally quite talented. all three of the craft videos are examples of really genuinely witty humor and they showcase that side of dnp so well. both of them also have such a good sense of comedic timing and even an intuition for physical comedy and they’re also rly creative with how they edit these videos and the union of all of those elements is what makes these videos so good in my opinion. while i believe dan’s explanation that the first crafts video was filmed quite spontaneously without much of a plan (and that’s why it’s super short and not as funny as the latter two imo), i do think they put a lot of thought and effort into this one which is quite clear through many of the details they worked into the video both during the filming itself and then afterwards in the editing. first of all the overall concept of them being taken by satan as a culmination of the extremely subtle creepy undertones from the first one is just so smart bc no one would expect them to take it that far and the total hyperbolic unlikeliness of it is what makes it so damn funny. i think most ppl were expecting when dan said he’s keeping his stamp a secret that it would just be some sort of satanic symbol like what happened in the glitter faces vid but like,,, no one thought it’d escalate to where it did. it was so unexpected and over the top but somehow still not overdone or so forced as to dilute the comedy. it synthesized humor with genuinely unsettling creepiness and that is such a difficult balance to achieve. 

you can tell they put a lot of thought into it on so many levels. for instance they worked in all these rly subtle allusions to satan himself before the weird ritual scene happens, like dan saying “this one’s long with a big head like him” (ty for describing satans cock to us dan jfc) and phil saying “i’ve selected as many knives as friends i have, which is two.” then even during the ritual scene they work in things like the cow noise since a common satanic symbol is a horned deity (baphomet lol). and in their new channel description they use the case file name 19-1-20-1-14 which decodes to the word “satan” if you use a basic letter-number cipher (in which each number stands for the letter that is that position in the alphabet. ’s’ is the 19th letter, ‘a’ is the first, and so on.) and there are so many other little editing quirks that give this video that unsettling undertone, as well as editing quirks that add to the comedy of it and it’s all just so well done. for example the voice editing on certain words like “sharp” and “go away.” the audio overlays of heavy breathing at various points and random cuts to black screens. the use of creepy music at strategic places throughout. at 4:36 they recorded themselves saying protip backwards just to reverse it and they even spell out the “protip” text backwards, seemingly both as a way to shit on the whole ‘protip’ trope from the last vid and also to make fun of the way that satanists/conspiracy theorists think there are hidden messages in popular songs and shit that u can only hear if u play the audio backwards. ugh i hate them and their many layers of references. phil also references this again during the ritual part, when dan lights the match (he just goes “portip” “portip” as though he’s trying to say it backwards lol.) and then they fuck around w the word protip throughout the video almost like they’re making fun of it. there’s also definitely a subtle pitch manipulation of their voices as the video progresses. by the end they sound like they’ve sucked on a little bit of helium but it happens gradually enough that you’re just a little bit put off and you can’t really place why. then there’s the little comedic touches like the siren sound when “carefully” flashes across the screen. the fact that the legal disclaimer for adult supervision is cut off at the sides. the zoom in on the fleck of green paint that lands on dan when phil’s pouring it into the plate. ugh like damn i just want to make the point that they clearly put work into this and on face value it seems like a shoddy home video w a weird satanic ending but there’s a reason this works so well and feels so creepy and simultaneously laugh out loud funny and it’s bc they’re genuinely talented and we don’t always get to see that creative talent at work in their standard formulas for videos on their regular channels so i’m just so grateful that they made something like this where it seems like they allow themselves to exercise more of that creative energy. it begs a lot of questions about why they don’t do shit like this more,,,  and i think there are a number of reasons they feel safe and happy making what they generally make now but i’m jst so happy that at least in these videos they’ve branched out and done something so creative and good.

on that note. i just need to ramble about phil. i don’t think anyone can dispute that phil really carries these videos and partly that’s because he’s been in the role of the “teacher” in all three videos so he inevitably comes across as more dominant and sets the tone for the humor, but also like,,, he just works so well in this style and comes up with such spontaneous and WITTY little remarks that inevitably become the standout lines from each vid (in this one, for example, “potato is in my top ten favorite fruit,” “sometimes it’s nice to look up at the stars and remember that they’re all already dead,” “if you make a mistake while cutting just think about it for the rest of the day,” etc. and one of my fav from the past, “if you’re left handed ask a friend” (d: why am i left handed) “everybody makes mistakes!”) he also seems to improvise a lot of the physical comedy in the videos (in this one, the way he just stared at the paint as he squeezed it out for way too long, the way he threw around the cutting boards and plates, the way he did the chopping; and in past ones, slamming his hands on the paper and on dan’s hands when mixing the glitters, clacking the scissors super loudly in the first one, etc.) i just love these videos so much bc they’re some of the only ones that we have these days where phil is really doing most of the comedic legwork and dan definitely helps and bounces off of him but mostly lets phil take charge and i live for it. and while there’s obvi no way to tell who rly did the editing for the video (and i’m sure it was a mix of both of them) there’s no denying that the editing style and general creepiness (especially of the ritual sacrifice scene lol) bear a lot of similarities to the feeling/vibe/editing quirks in a lot of phil’s old school videos (i’m thinking like tape 6 and the basket which, if any of you reading these have not watched, please just open a tab right now and do that before you finish reading this lol.) the choppy way the different clips are spliced together in the whole ritual scene (where one second dan is stamping phil, then lighting a match and chanting, then phil’s chanting, then he’s slumped over and then there are two videos overlaid on top of each other when dan is actually stamping phil’s back and then the sudden cut to black) it’s all so reminiscent of those older videos and it does make me feel like phil had a larger creative hand in thinking about how this video should be put together and that just makes me so happy to think about. i’ve always wondered what phil does w his self-professed obsession with horror and his interest in violence and psychological thrillers and whatnot, as well as his former academic/critical study of filmmaking. it makes sense that he doesn’t feel comfortable exploring those interests by making things himself in this genre in a real way and especially not on youtube because his self-described objective through this platform is to provide his audience with light and uplifting entertainment. more pragmatically, he’s trying to make a living from this job and hold somewhat broad-based appeal through the videos he makes and it makes sense that lighter content that doesn’t require too much intellectual rigor would fare better and hold more consistent audience engagement. and more personally, making things on the level of tape 6, even years later w more familiarity with editing and whatnot and perhaps more skill in writing scripts/characters/plots, still would involve a certain degree of personal emotional vulnerability that the current amazingphil format doesn’t demand. in short, venturing into these territories creatively would be a risk on a lot of levels. it would invite more formal critique of his work. it would invite more people trying to read into who he is and his psyche (which are things that i feel like he’s actually terrified of and that’s part of why he’s built such a protective barrier against it). it would be a risk and it makes sense that he doesn’t want to take it, at least not right now. but it’s just lovely to see that he still has the capacity to make things in the vein of those older videos and to make them WITH DAN and mix them with comedy which i need to reiterate is such a hARD THING TO DO!!!! and  idk it just rly makes me so happy to watch and to think about. 

i love phil so much, and none of this is meant to dilute dan’s role since i’m sure he did inform some of the decisions here, but i just think that dan as phil’s biggest fan (since 2007 y’all) would feel many of these same things about phil’s older content and support phil’s desire to engage that darker creative energy/talent he has hiding under all of those layers of syrupy happiness and amiability. i love that this is sort of an update to that vintage dark!phil content bc it’s the same dark undertones, same editing quirks, etc. but now it’s mixed with rly cheeky humor and maybe that’s dan’s influence or maybe it’s still phil, but a phil that has shared his life w someone w this particular irreverent and sarcastic sense of humor for so many years and this video shows the confluence of those two things in such a lovely and original way and just,,,, ugh. this video was so much and i loved it SO much. truly so, so good i was not prepared to feel so many deep-seated Emotions over some god damn satanic propaganda i need help. 

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“The Hunt” Casifer x Reader

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Casifer (Lucifer) x Reader

Request: Can I request a reader x casifer one shot where he and the Winchesters get injured on a hunt (the reader stayed behind to do research). And when they come back the reader helps patch them up but casifer gets very jealous that she is helping/touching/paying attention to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, wounds from getting hurt, talk of sex, jealous lucifer, implied smut

Originally posted by cassammydean

“Please tell me you’ve found something useful.” Dean mumbles over the phone, sounding slightly drunk. You can hear people in the background talking loudly, indicating that they may be at a bar.

“I’m not finding anything in the books. I don’t know. You need to give me more time.” You groan, flipping to the next page of the lore books.

Sam, Dean, and Lucifer (who was currently preoccupying Castiel’s body) were out on a hunt. Lucifer demanded to be taken along, since he was a “viable member of the group.” They got to the place where the killings have been happening yesterday, and you know that Lucifer is driving them crazy. Dean has barely any patience when it comes to that man, and it’s leading to both him and Sam rushing you to figure out what it is that they’re hunting. They’ve only been gone one day and Dean is already overly annoyed with Lucifer.

“Just please hurry, alright? I can’t- I swear to god, I don’t even care that you’re occupying Castiel’s body right now, you need to fucking stop or I will stab you.” Dean hisses at Lucifer, making you giggle slightly. “Y/N, figure it out, or I’m making him stay with you while we do this hunt.”

“He’s not that bad. You need to be nice- he’s helping us with Amara, after all.” You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see it. “But, yes, I will pick up the pace. I’ll call you once I figure it out.”

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At midnight in the area near the Geology office where the lights never turn on correctly you will find her sitting patiently her ‘hair’ dripping and pooling on the floor. Her silver hair is not quite silver, most people theories that is actual quicksilver. It would not be surprising, they call her the Crystal Maiden for a reason. Her eyes are like polished Labradorite there is no pupil or white to them. Her lips are polished rose quarts and the hollow of her back is like a geode of amethyst not flowing or rotting wood. She has three horns of crystal that spike out of her head like parts of a crown though these colours change depending on variables that no one has been able to fully decipher.

Sweet words and music will not get you far with her. If you want her favour bring her beautiful crystals tumbled or raw. They say that she helps the Geology professor in exchange for his famous rock candy too. It is hard to tell if that is what she is actually eating some of the time since she has been known to eat raw crystals as well. Green fluorite crystals seems to be her favourite when it comes to these earthy snacks.

No one has ever reported being Taken by her and she is one of the most peaceful of the gentry on campus as long as you do not anger her. A feat that is hard to accomplish. She uses no glamour and allows people to see her directly.

She never speaks and people say that it is because her tongue, like so much of her, is made of crystal. Even her hoof like feet are like raw hematite. You can tell if you have won her favour or not based on her tails and crystal crown. If she wraps her long forked tail around your body that is a clear indication that you have won her favour. This can be dangerous as her tails tips are tipped with a quicksilver that changes rapidly from liquid to solid easily. Her tails also weave through three different hallways they are so long and you have to be careful not to step on them. She has been known to forgive those who do by accident. Her crown will always be blue in colour if she is fond of someone and red if she is angry.

No one knows what to make of the soft pink and purple tones her crown turns whenever the geology professor is nearby but everyone knows that if you are kind to one of them then they will both be kind to you.

There are three ways to make her angry

  1. Trying to touch her or any of her crystals without consent.
  2. Bringing iron or salt near her at all.
  3. Speaking of anything related to her and the professors relationship. She hates gossip.

Keep in mind that she tends to poison those who make her angry and won’t even bother to Take you to do so.


anonymous asked:

AU ~ Izuku and Shouto have been boyfriends for a while and its inevitable that they can't spend as much time as they want with each other with them being heroes. They share a bed and apartment together and they both make a fun bet on who will get a call in the middle of the night. Izuku probably hates whenever Shouto gets the call because then he looses his personal bed heater/cooler. It's a given that they both sleep more peacefully when neither of them get a call in the middle of the night

Even though they can’t spend as much time with each other as they would have wanted to, they definitely are capable of slipping in some of that couplely goodness cuz they aren’t heroes for nothing; i’m talking about quick kisses in the mornings, make-out sessions in the dark corridors of their hero agencies, and, my favourite, banter while they happen to be fighting the same villains:

“The toilet is clogged.” a punch to a villain’s face.

“I’ll call a plumber later; we also ran out of paper towels.” a quick side step, then pinpointed flames.

“We need to start up the laundry again–i think we left the last batch in the wash for three days.” a precise jab to the throat.

“Right, we need to stop doing that.” shards of ice rise from seemingly out of nowhere.

and so forth. other heroes are baffled and think they should be taking the fights seriously, but thing is, they are, and the banter does nothing but help them focus better. Some of these highly endearing exchanges are caught on camera, and the popularity of Hero Deku and Hero Shouto skyrocket from that alone, cuz domestic heroes are the best kinds of heroes.

despite making a bet of who, of the two, will get called in the middle of the night, they’re both pretty anxious because nightlife crime is significantly worse and more common than daylight crime. oftentimes they will wait up for each other, even if it takes several hours for the other to come back. 

while izuku would miss his heater/cooler, he will also miss the quiet huffs of shouto’s breathing (an audible sign that shouto is alive and safe), watching the rise and fall of shouto’s chest (a visual sign that shouto is alive and safe), and just shouto being there (the most blatant, obvious sigh that shouto is alive and safe).

time after time

song drabble no.2 - this time loosely inspired by Cyndi Lauper’s time after time

Originally posted by jun-kookie

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, guardian angel au (this was meant to be fluff i’m so sorry)

wordcount: 1.5k

“How could you ever sleep happily by your husband’s side knowing Jungkook, your angel, your soulmate, would be sat just a few metres away watching over you so dutifully?”

The first time laid your eyes on Jungkook, you were sixteen years old. He, on the other hand, was approximately two thousand years old. Despite the grand age, his face didn’t look a day over twenty and even though four years had passed since then, he still looked like the perfect mirror image of his past self. He never changed.

 It had been an accident, of course. Jungkook revealing himself to you. He’d been assigned to you since birth, constantly watching over you for sixteen years and never once leaving your side, just as everyone else’s guardian angel did. For that sixteen years, there was not a single hitch in the road, he played his role perfectly as did you.

 Then something in the grand master plan went wrong. A glitch of sorts. And suddenly there he was, standing before you, a terrified sixteen-year-old who was convinced a ghost had apparated in front of her, albeit, a very attractive ghost. His skin was golden and an ethereal sparkle shone outwards from him as if the source of light was coming from somewhere inside his soul. He had no wings, no halo, nothing that angels were always believed to possess. He was merely a boy in ripped jeans and a white shirt.

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anonymous asked:

okay so could you write a fic where betty and jug work at a diner together (pops or any other) and they are just kind of casual coworkers but then some jerky guys come on to betty and she refuses and then one like runs into her and makes her spill everything and jug took her to the back and helped her clean up and lowkey admits that he's had a crush on her like since she was hired there? this kinda sucks eggs but feel free to spruce it up!! i really love your writing like, nut!!! ♥️

I’ll give it a go!

She hated this uniform, the tiny blue dress and white apron were far too tight and far too short for her liking, she could hardly bend over without spilling over the top and every time she reached for a coffee pot her skirt rode up dangerously close to exposing her bottom.

It was a Sunday night at Pops Diner and to say it was slow would be an understatement, in fact Betty had only one table, a group of rowdy truckers making a mess and whistling every time she walked past their table. Tugging down her skirt and moving to the back and into the kitchen, Betty Cooper sighed, at 23 years old she was juggling College, her job at the Diner and her extra online veterinarian classes. She was way too tired to be dealing with immature grown men who all seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with her ass.

“Everything okay out there?”

Betty whipped around quickly, her tired green eyes landing on stormy blue ones. Jughead Jones was the cook at Pop Tate’s and he was probably the most handsome boy Betty had ever laid eyes on, he rarely spoke, in fact she was fairly certain he disliked her, he threw burgers her way and avoided her eyes when she came to pick up food.

“Sure, those guys are just big old creeps. Nothing I can’t handle.” The beautiful blonde tried to give a reassuring smile but Jughead noticed the way it wavered slightly.

“Well it’s just us two so uhh.. if you need anything let me know.” He mumbled, running a hand through his wavy dark hair before rubbing his palms over his greasy apron.

“Thanks Jughead.” Betty placed a hand on Jugheads shoulder and squeezed softly. Heading out of the kitchen Betty moaned when she noticed two broken glasses on the floor and coffee spilt all over the table.

“Hey little lady! Best come here and clean up this here mess!” A toothless bearded man grinned from his space at the booth. Betty made her way slowly over to the table, barely noticing when Jughead emerged from the kitchen and cautiously leaned against the door frame.

Betty bent over, her blonde ponytail spilling over her shoulders as she picked up broken pieces of glass, suddenly she felt a hand firmly gripping her ass and fingers trying to pull up the skirt. Turning quickly Betty opened her mouth to respond, she was abruptly cut off by a gentle shove and suddenly the man who had touched her was being dragged out the door as his friends followed along. Jughead pushed the bearded man out the door and shoved him to the floor.

“Stay the fuck out of this Diner and never touch Her again. In fact, never come back to Riverdale. I promise I won’t be as friendly.” He slammed the door locking it blatantly, his chest heaving when he turned back to Betty

“You okay?” He questioned, concern written all over his face as he bent down beside her.

The beautiful waitress bit her lip nervously
“Im okay, it was just touching. I’ve had worse.”

Jughead growled
“Yeah well.. not anymore. If id have known this is what was going on while I was in the back, I would’ve moved the kitchen to the front.”

Betty giggled slightly, her fingers moving to pick up the broken glass
“I thought you hated me.” She spoke bluntly, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at him.

Jughead stiffened, turning himself to face her, his cheeks flaming red as he coughed

“No. no I don’t hate you.” He whispered.

Betty smiled, her fingers brushing his as they both reached for the same piece of glass
“That’s good because I definitely don’t hate you.”

The hint of a smile crept across Jugheads lips
“You don’t?” He asked hesitantly

Lifting her palm to Jugheads cheek, Betty leaned towards him, both of them on their knees on the uncomfortable linoleum tile.

“No not even a little.” She whispered, pressing her lips to his.

Jugheads hands immediately flew around her waist, pressing her tighter against his body, vaguely registering how dirty he was after a full day of flipping burgers, that didn’t matter though, not when she was nipping his bottom lip and tasting exactly like strawberry frosting. She pulled away slowly, a dazed look on her face as she played with the curls resting on the back of his neck. Jughead dropped his forehead to hers

“I’ve been waiting to do that for two years. Ever since you walked in here with the prettiest damn smile I’ve ever seen.”

Betty giggled, pressing another slow kiss to his lips

“Why didn’t you?”

“Guess I was scared.”

Betty laughed and pulled him close again
“Well Jughead Jones, I’m glad you’ve gotten over your fear.”

With a wicked smirk Jughead stood, lifting Betty bridal style as she squealed.

“Oh Betty Cooper, im afraid of a lot of things.”

it’s easy to kick people when they’re down and i’m not going to let you do that.
the hate messages stopped coming once i’ve blocked one of them so they’re apparently from the same person. i’ve been writing on tumblr for 9 months and i’ve never taken credit for anyone else’s work and anyone who’s been here for a while knows that. i work hard on my stories, and yes i did get your ask saying they’re shit, and that’s fine, nobody is asking you to read them. all in all, if you don’t like me, my content, my stories, or anything else on this blog, you’re more than free to leave. sending anon hate is just sad in my opinion because the point of it is to ruin someone’s day even though you’ve never even met the person. if you have anything to say to me and back it up with receipts, you can always do it off anon, but we both know that’s not going to happen because i haven’t done anything. this is seriously the last time i’m addressing this or posting hate asks on my blog. if you send something like that in, i’m just blocking you. i don’t talk that way to other people and i’m not going to let anyone talk to me that way.
to everyone else: thanks for your support! you’ve been making me really happy for nine months and i can’t thank you enough. i hope we’ll talk soon and until then, take care ♥️🙏🏼

A Royal Arrangement

The kingdom of Seoul is ruled by a kind king and queen, and they have two sons- Yoongi and Jungkook. You come from a noble family, the youngest and only daughter to your parents. Because you turned 18, it’s time for you to get a husband. So what happens when you get an invitation to dine with the royal family? 

Genre- fluff, angst, future smut?

Word count- 1.6k

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

I was born into a noble family. The youngest of 3 children and the only daughter to my parents. Because I was the youngest and the only daughter I had to work my ass off to meet their standards.

My first Brother, Jinwoo he is 26, was already married. He has two small children too Both were girls, Jaehun and Minsun. And his wife Ara was a sweetheart. I never had problems with my brothers, they treated me as an equal, they were my best friends. 

And then my other brother Taemin, he was 22, and he was set to be married to a girl from another noble family, I believe her name is Jisoo. I’ve only had a few conversations with her and she seemed odd, but in a good way.

And then me Y/N, I’m the youngest, and I just turned 18. my parents are currently searching for a husband for me. Now it’s not something I was excited for, but maybe I would get lucky like Jinwoo did with Ara. 

The idea of having a Husband wasn’t something awful. It’s just I was afraid of what he would be like when they found him. Now I guess I should tell you about about the kingdom of Seoul.

Seoul is ruled by a kind king and Queen. They have two sons- Yoongi who is the eldest and Jungkook who is the younger. Neither were married yet, and both were quite handsome. 

Yoongi had just turned 25 a few months back and Jungkook was going to turn 20 on September 1st. The perks of being princes, their birthdays were holidays.

Yoongi seemed to be cold hearted, but I’d seen him at parties. He was a sweetheart, and has the sweetest gummy smile. Jungkook was the same, except the kingdom knew him that was. 

Jungkook was also known a bunny by the children of the kingdom, due to the fact that he had bunny nose. He loved the children, always running around with them, he was practically a child himself. 

There was nothing people hated about the royal family. As far as all of us knew they were all kind hearted people. 

My family was close with the royal family, and by close I meant my father and the king were friends. So we got invited to many royal parties, some that even most nobles weren’t allowed to attend. 

In my life I had had 1 conversation with each prince, and they were both pleasant. Though I doubt they remember me. That is until we received and invited to dinner with the royal family. And i was the only child invited. 

I found it odd but we received that invitation one week ago. The dinner was tonight, and here i sat with my mother behind me doing my hair while i did my makeup. She had such a giddy smile on her face, i felt like she knew something i didn’t but brushed it off. 

“Remember Y/N, light makeup, you’re a natural beauty and i want the king and queen to see that.” i nodded. That was an odd thing to say, but i always wore very little makeup, just some to accentuate my features.  

I was already in my dress, a simple baby pink gown, it wasn’t poofy thank god. It stuck to my figure and made my chest look a little bigger than it was. I blushed when I tried it on, I was always very conservative, I didn’t feel a need to show off my body or impress people. 

“Y/n” I glanced up at my mom through the mirror. “Tell them about your paintings, and your favorite hobbies, ohh and maybe you can sing for them” I went scarlet, sing for them! Was she insane? “No y/n I’m not insane, but if you don’t want to sing then you won’t have too.” I blushed and nodded at that. 

“Mom…can I ask you a question l?” She nodded as she continued to pin up parts of my hair. “Why are you so giddy about this dinner? You’ve had dinner plenty of times with the royal family.” Her smile grew “You are joining us, it’s a very special dinner tonight” and with that she winked at me.

Special dinner? What was happening tonight? Maybe one of the Princes are getting engaged wait. “Mom were we the only family invited tonight?” She nodded and continued her work. Special dinner, only family invited, my parents have been looking for a husband for me…. my mom was so giddy. Was I going to be engaged to a prince tonight? I shook my head, I was just overthinking it wasn’t I. 

After 20 more minutes my hair and makeup was done. “Y/n you look gorgeous!” My mother cooed. “Thank you mom!” She smiled before giving me a kiss on the cheek. We were to arrive at the palace  at 7pm and it was 6:30, so I had a few minutes to myself before we had to get in the carriage.

“Taemin! Are you still here?” I pushed open my brother’s door. He was sitting on his bed flipping through an old book before smiling up at me. “You look stunning little sis.” I giggled at his comment. “Well I must impress the royal family!” I wiggled my eyebrows and he chucked at my comment. “Trust me you will, now head downstairs mom and dad are probably waiting. Good luck little sis!” I nodded before heading down the hall to the grand staircase. 

I headed outside towards the gardens but stopped short when I saw my brother, his wife and two small daughters “Jinwoo! Ara! What are you guys doing here?” Ara smiled and put a hand over her mouth “Y/n you look breath taking!” I blushed at her comment before bowing and saying “thank you” 

Jinwoo was holding Minsun in his arms, poor little thing struggling to stay awake while Jaehun was giggling softly at my whatever my dad was saying to her. Jinwoo’s eyes shined as he looked at me. He was always one to get a little emotional over small things. “Look at my baby sister, all grown up. And going to have dinner with the royal family! I never got to do that! Neither did Taemin.” 

“Ah Jinwoo always one for the over dramatics” I teased. He chuckled before pulling me into a tight hug. Why was everyone acting as if they knew something I didn’t? He pulled away and kissed my cheek “good luck tonight, I’m so proud” I nodded at him before my father gestured me to follow him and my mom. Towards the carriage, it was time to go to the palace.

We were halfway to our destination, my parents were making small talk while I sat in silence and watched the scenery. My mind was racing, why was everyone acting like they knew something I didn’t.

My mind wandered back to the marriage idea, but I brushed it off and they were just giddy I was going to meet the princes, a chance for a Marriage? At this point I didn’t have time to worry about that, we were approaching the palace. 

The carriage went through the gates of the palace. I had been here before but I had a new sensation of expectancy as I passed through. I felt nervous, but I wasn’t sure why. I held myself with confidence, I had to. You would get pushed around so easily if you didn’t have respect for yourself.

The horse slowly made their ascent up towards the palace doors. we passed guards and palace workers on our way up. The workers, who I assume were gardeners, gave us happy smiles and small waves. Only a few guardsmen glanced in our direction, the others remained stone faced and staring straight ahead. 

The carriage came to a halt. And one of the guards opened the door to let us out.i was the last to leave the carriage right after my mom. She did what all mothers did and quickly straightened my dress and hair, perfectly in place. 

We were greeted by a very cheerful looking man. “Hello there! My name is Hoseok, and the king and Queen have sent me to retrieve you and the young Miss.” the man- Hoseok, and my father shook hands and kissed both my mother and I’s hands. 

Hoseok lead us into the palace. I started after Hoseok before my parents followed behind me. “Hoseok… is it?” He turned and gave me a bright smile before nodding “Yes it is miss, may I ask yours?” I chuckled “Of course, it’s Y/N” 

“That’s a beautiful name.” His smile was so sweet and contagious. We were walking through one of the many halls of the palace, I had gotten lost in here once and my dad had to find me, he would have scolded me if he wasn’t laughing so hard. 

“The King and Queen asked me to give you a small tour of the gardens before dinner.” My mom gasped before squealing “how lovely!” She loved Gardens and gardening so her reaction didn’t surprise me, but I did catch Hoseok chuckle softly. 

“When is dinner?” Hoseok smiled once more, how was he always so cheerful? “A tour of the gardens will take 15 minutes, which will bring us too 7:30, dinner is then.” I nodded and remained silent. 

Hoseok spent the next 15 minutes as he promised showing us the gardens. He and my father had a few laughs and my mom was entranced by the different plants. “Time for dinner, it’s 3 minutes to 7:30 and we won’t want to be late.”  At that Hoseok lead us to the dining room. 

It was time to have dinner with the royal family. 

Part 1  Part 2 Coming soon

So I’m lying in bed and it’s already past midnight and I’m playing Fire Emblem Heroes and so basically I’m using Leo as a shield so I can level Lissa up and as I’m doing this I’m thinking “aww. It’s kinda cute. He’s protecting Ylisse’s little princess. I ship it.” And then the dawning realization of Lissa is Owain/Odin’s mother so if I ship it that means Odin can start calling Leo “daddy” and the image of it is making me GIGGLE. Cause Niles would probably start calling Leo daddy but I kinda also get the feeling both of them already do it even though Leo probably HATES it.