hope you like it krista~

Another Lover Hits The Universe, Chapter 3
A YumiKuri and Ymir & Jean centric space opera. 'Cus obviously.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Another Lover Hits The Universe

Chapter Title: Serpens Caput (Serpent’s Head)

Rating: Mature 

Pairings: YumiKuri and Ymir & Jean 

Fic Summary: Ymir has yearned for the stars far longer than she has been a starship pilot for the IASA. Home holds nothing but bad memories and worse regrets. She searches for answers amongst the constellations, longs for some semblance of purpose in the universe, begs black holes for a second chance at the things she has left behind on Earth.

On a frontier mission to the heart of the Milky Way, plundering new stars for hospitable planets upon which to replant the human race, Ymir’s resolve as a captain is tested in ways she never quite expected when a diversion off-course results in an inexplicable discovery that terrifies her beyond measure.

Alternatively: lesbians in space where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong. But in a hopeful sort of way. Also Sasha is a robot. C'mon.

Chapter Summary: Following the loss of one of their own, the crew of the Providentia deal with grief, regret, and a symphony of unanswered questions. Ymir struggles to cope, questioning her ability to do her duty as a Captain. Things come to a head when Ymir makes a decision that will ultimately shape the future of their mission, discovering things about the crystal they found that shake the foundations of everything she thought she knew.

Author’s Note:  Sorry for the delay on this update, but here it is! Things get wild in this chapter, so I hope the really meta aspects of this chapter go over well! Krista also appears, at last! Please leave kudos or a comment if you read! It’s a great source of inspiration and motivation.



☆ pure angel queen ☆
Happy Birthday Historia (^ω^)

Marcel Styles: Bad Boy's Surprise

**so this was requested by Krista hope you like it!**

It was the last class of the day and I was about ready to shoot myself from the absolute boredom that consumed me. Especially since I had the luck to ending the day in calculus with Mr. Harris the the most boring teacher I ha err encountered. Most of the people around me were tense and kept looking at the clock, just as I was hoping the bell would magically speed up. Saving us  before there were thirty dead teenagers loitering the room. I looked to the front of the classroom where Mr. Harris kept droning on and on about god knows what oblivious to the fact no one was paying attention, well almost no one. Right at the front of the room sitting up straight pencil in hand and face contorted in concentration was Marcel Styles, he sat eyes following every hand gesture and movement of the ever boring Mr. Harris. The image almost making me laugh, the way he stared reminding me of a love sick girl staring at her crush like a lost puppy. 

“well alright since most of you can’t be bothered to pay attention I’ll end class passing back your exams from last week, an absolute failure I must say” Mr. Harris gave the class a stem look shaking his head as he walked around handing each test to it’s owner. The whole while either groans or cheers filled the room, as he got to my seat I held my breath already knowing what my score would be. He places the paper on my desk not glancing my way just passing by without a word, I flipped over the sheet my heart sinking though not surprised at the big beautiful F scrawled on the front,

“fucking bullshit” I groaned glaring at the singular letter that pretty much told me I sucked, I flipped though the sheets seeing all the wrong answers ; writing on the last sheet catching my attention. ‘meet me after class’ it read, I sighed looking up to the front of the class to see Mr. Harris speaking to Marcel who stood before him hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets. Soon enough the bell rang and I remained seated deciding it best not to blow off Mr. Harris’ request,

“Krista well it’s nice to see you decided to stay behind!” He exclaimed his eyes twinkling in the class room light,

“right um what did you need?” I asked glancing nervously at marcel who stood a few feet away as I made my way to the front of the classroom, 

“well I see you’ve been struggling with my class and I believe I have just the way to help you!” he said with a kind smile motioning for me to sit in the desk next to Marcel, who gave me an awkward wave. “Marcel here is my top student and he has offered his services to tutor you and help you get caught up, I know you’re smart and that this class is difficult maybe a little extra help might work" 

"wait a minute…” I paused looking between the two like they were crazy, “you want him to tutor me?” I kept my voice neutral trying to run the idea through my brain a few times before I overreacted,

“Yes… Krista look you are really smart and capable of passing this class I just think you need a little help, Marcel is the perfect guy for the job” Mr. Harris replied giving me a questioning glance when I sat silently contemplating my option a) have Marcie here tutor me and have a chance at actually passing the class or b) blow off the idea and fail epically,

“well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try,” I said with a small smile my nerves getting the best of me when I avoided Marcel’ gaze. Usually I’m confident and quite rebellious but, when it came to academics or admitting I needed help i always froze up feeling as if everyone was judging me thinking I was stupid. 

“Great it’s best if you start as soon as possible you both have that big test coming up in a few weeks and I want to see you pass this time Krista!” Mr. Harris said giving me a genuine smile, that surprised me since he seemed so bland and mopey during the school day. Marcel and I stood leaving the room together, we stood outside awkwardly neither of us wanting to say anything first.

“um when do you want to start?” He asked his books pile in his arms,

“whenever is cool you live near me don’t you?” I asked recalling the times I’d seen him and his twin brother Harry pull up in the drive way a few houses down from mine. 

“yeah uh so how about today? The sooner the better” he replied I nodded going through my mental calendar noting I had nothing planned since it was a Wednesday. 

“yeah sure oh um Marcel could you uh do me a favor?” I asked suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed, 

“yes?” he said I bit my lower lip shifting my weight from foot to foot,

“well uh could you keep this… Like could you not tell anyone you’re tutoring me?” I asked his eyes flew up in surprise and his lips pulled down slightly,

“sure no problem” he replied his voice sounding slightly hurt,

“oh Marcel it’s not you I just… People expect me to be perfect being class president and cheerleader… You know so..” he shook his head, the tension in his features easing up.

“of course sure no worries” he smiled,

“well moving on we have A LOT of work to do if I’m going to pass that damned test!” I exclaimed pulling him along to the parking lot hoping this would work. 
A few weeks later

“ugh Marcie I’m NEVER going to get this!” I whined pouting at Marcel who sat across from me on his bed, as we went over yet again the same question on the blank worksheet between us. 

“first of all quit calling me Marcie and second Kris you can do this you were doing just fine stop being so paranoid about messing up!” he countered handing me the pencil I’d thrown at him when I got frustrated over the damn problem, 

“but it’s too hard my brain is like mush and we’ve been doing this for hours!” he chuckled glancing at the clock on his night stand,

“we’ve only been working for thirty minutes” I rolled my eyes,

“yeah yeah I still need a break!” I cried leaning over to close the calculus book in his lap, 

“come on just this one problem and then we can have a thirty minute break.” he reasoned giving me a look that made me go weak at the knees. Had someone told me I would have a crush on THE Marcel Styles I would have laughed and probably called you a stupid idiot but after a few weeks of tutoring and improvement it seemed like I couldn’t get enough of the adorable nerdy boy. The way he spoke explaining formulas and numbers sending a thrill through my body, like no dirty words could ever do. Just the way he shifted his glasses every once in a while causing a burning sensation to flicker in my stomach, his green eyes and dimpled cheeks not helping the situation. Sure his twin  brother was the talk of the school with his bad boy status, but if any girl payed any attention to this one he’d have a whole army of girls trying to rip of his sweater vest. Just like I was currently doing in my head, my imagination wandering the thought of him bending me over and taking me on his organized little desk at the corner of his room making my body temperature sky rocket to the ceiling. His rosy lips making me dizzy at the thought of his mouth on mine…

“Kris…Krista…Krissie…Hey!” his peppy voice cut through my day dream, causing a blush to rush to my cheeks when I realized how carried away I’d gotten,

“hm what?” I jumped his hand landing on my thigh the heat from his skin almost penetrating the material of my comfy sweats. 

“nothing… you really need a break then” he smiled thankfully closing the calculus book, my mind wandering once more to the thought of him fucking me in class. 

“yeah I just… Sorry I’m just tired” I replied faking a yawn hoping he wouldn’t see the goosebumps on my arms or notice the way I shifted uncomfortably as his hand remained on my thigh. 

“no worries why don’t you lay down a bit you don’t look so good,” he offered leaning over to fix the pillows for me his body so close to mine I could hardly breath, his cologne overpowering my senses I stared at him dreamily wondering what it would be like to kiss a guy like him. Then as if I were possessed I pushed him onto the bed, hovering over him and planting my lips in his. At first he didn’t respond his body tense, but soon enough he responded with a hunger that surprised me his lips moving expertly with mine. It wasn’t until his tongue touched mine did I realize what we were doing, 

“oh my god I am so sorry!” I exclaimed pulling away fixing his the collar of his shirt I’d somehow messed up. He shook his head pulling me back, a weird sense of confidence radiating off of him.

“don’t be… I-I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time” he said his fingers tracing delicate patterns on the back of my hand his green eyes looking into mine, 

“really?” I asked shocked at his admittance, he nodded leaning forward to kiss my lips softly, 

“that and so much more” he replied giving me a dark look that I couldn’t identify though I didn’t care to, his words confirmation enough. 

“w-what?” he just smirked his slender fingers trailing my jaw down to the collar of my simple v neck tee, 

“just follow my lead.” he whispered his lips ghosting over mine as he lay me on the bed, his long body hovering over my much smaller frame. The way he looked at me proof enough he had done this before, and though I wasn’t a virgin something about him made me feel insecure and shy an emotion I couldn’t think possible to be caused by him. “you know it’s funny…” he paused his lips nipping at my jaw line as his hands went up my shirt, “how everyone thinks I’m the good boy, that Harry is the bad boy with his tattoos and gang member status… And I’m the nerdy one who can’t hurt a fly, geez if they only knew the shit I’ve done.” he tore off my shirt leaving me in my sweats and bra, 

“w-what are…” I began to question him but he placed a finger to my lips stopping me from the twenty questions I wanted to blurt out. 

“You see that’s our system, one of us plays evil twin so to speak… The other plays good boy” he said answering one of my many questions, “I’m not who you think I am Krista I’m just as bad as big old Harry… Thing is we need a cover I’m the good citizen no one suspects so while everyones chasing Harry I get away with just about anything.” he stopped his kisses at the valley of my breasts, goosebumps rising on the delicate skin not just from his kisses but from the words leaving his lips. 

“so you, you’re in the gang too?” I asked referring to London’s most notorious gang, that caused mayhem when it formed a few years ago. The thought of good old reliable Marcie in a gang making me wonder if this was a dream.

“I’m not just IN the gang,” he replied his fingers slightly pulling down my sweats as I lay motionless in shock but mostly fear, his confession making my mind spin. “I run the whole operation” his lips continued to kiss a trail to my belly button his tongue licking teasingly at my skin. 

“so all of the things that happen… The drug deals the properties you own… The murders?” he simply nodded bringing his body up to mine, his face level with mine. “all of that you’ve been the one" 

"well me and my brother yes…” he replied his green eyes nearing a more mossy dark color, “so now that you know everything… You have two choices either leave now and I’ll leave you alone as long as you tell no one scotch free or…” he paused looking down at my body licking his lips, that still seemed to make me swoon even after he’d pretty much told me he was not only apart of the most dangerous gang London, but the leader of said group. “or you can stay and I’ll  cater to you, truth be told I would never make an offer like this it’s either I kill you or I kill you… but you Kris you’re different there’s something in you and I like it and I’d be a fool not to take the chance so what’s it going to be love?” he asked glancing toward the door of his room that so happened to be open, I glanced at him closing my eyes thoughts running wild through my mind. I pushed up off the bed grabbing my sweater heading toward the door, I could feel his eyes follow my every move. The hallway was dimly lit, I could feel it’s cold exterior welcoming me as if wanting me to fall into it’s trap. The warmth behind me even more inviting, the thought of what he was asking me running around in my brain. In seconds I made up my mind somehow I knew it was the right thing to do, the only thing I really WANTED to do. I stepped back closing the door before locking it, I turned to Marcel who now lay shirtless a guarded look on his face. My steps toward him were slow and careful, I climbed onto the bed putting one leg on either side of his hips. 

“I never really was a good girl anyway.” I replied linking my arms around his neck, his features settled and that smirk I already adored appeared. He attacked my lips hunger and passion flowing through as our mouths moved in sync. His fingers trailed up my back easily unclasping my bra ripping it from my chest, his lips leaving mine to tease my pert nipples. 

“fuck” I sighed rolling my hips against his the pinch of his teeth, sending jolts to my already aching core. He pushed me down, my back hitting the soft comforter as his lips trailed once again down to the top of my sweats. Gone was the good boy I’d experienced for the last few weeks, replacing him a damn near sex god criminal that had me panting for breath. 

“mm I’m going to make you feel so good baby,” his hot breath teased my skin as he used his teeth to pull down my sweats achingly slow, which were followed equally as slow by my underwear. 

“Jesus Marcie just do it already!” I whined tugging at his now unraveled curly locks, 

“impatient aren’t we?” he teased “baby I’ve waited a whole year to do this I’ll be damned if I rush it.” he spoke gruffly, kissing my inner thighs biting down with his teeth every once in a while. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I felt his tongue trace a slow path up my slit stopping at my clit, twirling around the sensitive nub making my knees go weak. 

“fuck oh shfhdnx” I mumbled clenching my eyes closed when he added two fingers into the mix, 

“you like that baby?” he paused only for a second, continuing once i nodded fairly quickly unable to form actual words. He picked up his lace licking and pumping his fingers into me furiously, curling them ever so slightly hitting my g-spot perfectly. I moaned even louder my voice getting hoarse, the pleasure building at a fast pace. 

“oh fuck Marcel yes fuck me!” I shouted my orgasm rocked me like a wave, my body shaking as he continued his attack on my clit bringing me to yet another explosive ending that had me a mumbling mess on the bed. 

“fuck you sound so hot” he growled pulling himself up my warm juices glistening on his face as he brought his rosy lips to mine. I took the time to grab at his trousers pulling at the slender brown belt that held them in place. I planned to return the favor only to have him stop me once his boxers were off, “you can do that another time right now I just want to fuck you and hear my name leave those pretty lips” his eyes dark and the lust washing over me like a summer rain, 

“then what are you waiting for?” I teased grasping his length in my hand pumping him a few time, he groaned grabbing my hips aligning his length with my entrance. Giving me no warning as he plowed into me leaving me breathless at how full I felt, his length almost too much for me to bear. 

“oh shit fuck!” I shouted as he pounded into me his hips, thrusting upward his hands gripping onto my breasts as a look of concentration took over his features. “marc… Oh fuck right there right there!” I moaned loudly as his tip hit my g-spot repeatedly at a fast pace, my breath becoming labored as I felt another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.

“you like when I fuck you hard baby?” he asked his eyes catching mine in an intense stare, 

“fuck yes” I moaned scratching the skin of his chest as my walls began to clench around him. “like that fuck me oh shit!!” I was practically shouting and I almost stopped myself wondering if maybe Harry was home but, either way I couldn’t stop. I rolled my hips enjoying how he began to clench his eyes closed the friction driving us both crazy. 

“fuck Krista” he moaned biting his lower lip, two of his fingers finding their way to my clit rubbing it in fast rough circles,

“oh fuck fuck fuck I’m going to come!” I screamed my body beginning to tense up, 

“me too come on babe come with me!” he growled his thrusts getting sloppy and his body tensing up. The intensity in his voice enough to drive me over the edge, my body shaking and convulsing as a powerful wave of pleasure hit me. He came with me both of us moaning and shouting in pleasure,  we slowed our pace I fell to the bed lying on my back my body limp and wasted. 

“fuck…” I whispered my right hand on my abdomen small after shocks of pleasure buzzing around. 

“that was fucking amazing” he said kissing my shoulder resting his head in the crook of my neck,

“I’ll say three orgasms… I’m surprised I can even talk” I breathed out he chuckled, sitting up to glance at me. 

“you’re sure you want to stay?” he asked “it’s dangerous and I like you a lot…” he trailed off his cheeks going pink as he confessed his feelings. 

“Marcie as long as I’m with you I don’t need to worry I know you’ll keep me safe.” I replied tracing the patterns of the tattoos he’d had hidden, “besides I have no one and I’ve made up my mind”

“ok…” he missed the tip of my nose, 

“so tell me since I’m staying what does that make me?” I asked he chuckled rolling over to hover over me,

“that makes you my girlfriend… And a member of this gang if you want..” he stated simply a shining glint in his eyes,

“hm so what I have to go through an initiation or something?” I asked he laughed trailing his fingers down my body.

“I think it’s you have to fuck the leader… If you’re a girl that is.” he replied kissing my shoulder,

“hm sounds nice when do you think Harry can fit me in?” I teased his eyes grew dark though a playful pout appeared on his lips,

“I thought I clarified I’m the leader!” I laughed shaking my head, 

“nah you’re just Marcie my adorable nerdy tutor” I teased kissing him on the lips, 

“well I’m going to have to do because Harry isn’t available and well I am his twin” he played along, 

“hm I guess so” I smiled kissing him slowly loving the feel of his lips against mine. “you know I’m wondering why are you the 'good’ twin?” he chuckled kissing me again,

“well Harry doesn’t have a reason to be, sure we’ve both been screwed over equally. Though I had something I wanted so badly I was willing to be someone I’m not to get it.” he states simply,

“and what’s that?” I asked wondering what the reason was, 

“you” he said looking into my eyes a serious expression on his face. “ever since I saw you I knew I needed you but I couldn’t be that bad guy it could have sacred you away… It still can” I shook my head thinking ack to when I first saw him about three years ago imagining him as a gang member at fifteen a little shocking. 

“you have me now so what now?” he kissed me softly,

“nothing… Now that I have you nothing else matters” he said a look in his eyes that melted my heart, his lips trapping me into a world I never wanted to escape.

**so um yeah hope you all liked it took me a while but here it is I’ll hopefully update again later for now enjoy! And send your requests and such!-Isabel**


She’s the sun. I’m the dark.
If she’s gone, I can kiss that fucking light away.
Without her, I know I’ll never see it again.


Yumikuri set! <3 This was the most difficult one to do as far as coming up with a design element that wasn’t too spoilery for those who may not have read the manga yet (though you should have! ;p). Ymir being the most difficult since she hasn’t had much time to shine in the anime just quite yet. SOOOOOON.

I have one more set planned after this! Can you guess who is next? ;D

As of now there is the  JeanmarcoReibertEruriSpringlesEremin, and Mikannie (is that the right name for them?). Goodnight, I can’t believe how many of these I’ve done. O_O

Anyways, I hope you like them! ^^

 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ
ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ()
                       DEDICATED TO KRISTA! 

Happy birthday to the ½ of the nerd stars, Connor Cobalt. <3

This man is honestly out of this world. The fact that he is NEVER embarrassed speaks for itself. Try as hard as you can, but you’ll never be able to embarrass him. I love him so much for his genius and smartass comments and his very complex personality. I don’t think life could be ever boring with him. Where Can You Even Find Someone Like Connor Cobalt?


My raps be like real sick can’t stand no haters cuz too bussy with getting back me girlfriend  

Lyrics: First things first my name aint Krista

yeah you could have read that in the manga

Yeah I’m still in the titan killing buisness

Whoosh whoosh on my 3dmg because screw physics

Yeh you should want a cute girl like this

Makin people drop down on their knees just like this

Blond hair, blue eyes, and really tiny

Yeah there’s Armin and Annie but hey, they don’t beat me

Killed a titan yeah, try to beat that

Even tho I only did it to bring Ymir back >->

now that we’re talking about Ymir, where she at?

I really miss her :c Don’t tell her that >:I

I’m Historia

That’s my real name

No I’m not Krista

*sigh* that name was laaame 

I’m Historia

You should know by now

I’m gonna be your queen

You better bow  >:D

((I promised a rap as Historia if I could get 100 followers before 30 August, and I got a lot more followers than that in such a short time! I’m so happy ;w; So as promised, here’s the rap. I’m kinda sick but whatever here it is enjoy my horrible singing. Love you guys ;w; Hope you like it ^-^))


30 days of Krista and Becca Ritchie >> throwback coballoway

“So here I am,” Connor continues, “about to waste front row seats—”

“Wait, you can’t see anything in the first row. The stage blocks your view. Everyone knows that.”

“Did I say first row? I don’t think I did.” He tilts his head. “You really need to get those ears checked, Miss Calloway.”

insp. by @connorose