friendly reminders that
  • frank is lactose intolerant
  • hazel doesn’t know what a chicken nugget is
  • nico literally had a nightmare about popcorn. popcorn
  • carter kane essentially did the same thing for zia rashid that leo did for calypso. keep that in mind.
  • bianca willingly left nico twice in both life and death, once to join the hunters and then to be reborn
  • percy can’t control the mist. thalia and hazel can.
  • jason hadn’t seen his mother since he was two years old
  • paul is an example of a good stepparent. annabeth’s stepmother is an example of a bad stepparent
  • magnus’s mom had a pixie cut, like alex
  • hazel likes to draw
  • nico likes card games which is a 100% guarantee he is a total nerd for magic the gathering, dungeons and dragons, etc. as well as probably video games and star wars and star trek
  • sadie is dating both anubis and walt
  • dead moms club: nico, bianca, hazel, leo, frank, jason, hedge
  • yes, coach hedge’s mother is dead.
  • piper is a vegetarian
  • pretty much all of frank’s family (except ares, obviously) is dead or presumed dead.
  • jason is near-sighted
  • alex does pottery
  • the titan and giant wars are just two of the wars chiron has been around to see. and he has been around since the original ancient greece.
  • percy is going to be an older brother
  • piper’s dad is famous. so she probably kind of is too, at least to some degree.
  • the three roman emperors that have come back to life are part of the group that has been terrorizing percy and the gang since the beginning
  • grover exists. he’s a member of the council of cloven elders. he and juniper are dating. in case you forgot. (i know rick did…)
  • tyson and ella are dating (also, tyson!!!)
  • rick riordan himself is a character within the series (royal scribe at camp half-blood, receiver of carter and sadie’s recordings, percy’s editor)
  • also, he wrote each book each year (sometimes two in a year). this guy deserves waaaay more credit than he gets
  • anubis likes to chill in graveyards
  • and, finally, may castellan is probably still making sandwiches and baking cookies for a son who will never come
not the lost princess

because somebody said “write it” when i said this.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the first man who informed her, shocked, how she had the green eyes of the royal family and hair as dark as the late queen’s. She had been joking, of course, pretending to take him seriously as she counted out his change. No one had accused her of being the princess in the first place. Princess Aliara, the last of the royal line of Adamar, had drowned in the Silver Sea ten summers ago. Everyone knew that.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the old woman, the princess’s childhood nurse, who clutched her hands to her chest the moment she fell off her horse in the castle courtyard. She didn’t want any more confusion than there already was.

There were silver streaks in the woman’s hair and tears in her eyes. “It’s you,” she repeated, as if she hadn’t heard.

“No,” Liza explained, already impatient. “It’s not me. I’m not her.” It was what she had told the royal minister who had been fetched by the man in the shop last week at least seven times by now, but he’d insisted that the other royal ministers had to see her, had to see if she was real, and wouldn’t leave the shop.

“I’m real,” she’d said. “Really annoyed.”

The man’s eyes had filled with tears. That seemed to be happening a lot around her recently. “You sounds just like you did when you were little.”

Liza threw up her hands and told anyone who would listen that this man hadn’t known her when she was a little girl growing up in a costal town far away, but finding out she had lived in some proximity to the Silver Sea only sent everyone into more of a frenzy. In the end she agreed to come, if only because the royal minster would take care of the cost, and the capital city had a real library to visit.

“I’m not the princess, though,” she reminded all the minister’s servants when they bobbed curtsies to her. “Just to be clear.”


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told Kara, the girl who had claimed the right to interrogate her first. She was the lost princess’s best friend, or something, and she’d said she was the only one who could possibly tell if this so-called princess was an impostor.

Kara scoffed, hands on her hips and her eyes mistrustful. “Of course you’re not, kid. No one who claims to be Liara is. She’s dead.” But her voice sounded a little more uncertain with each word as she looked Liza over. “So what’s your excuse? What’s your made up story for how you’ve suddenly regained your lost memory and remembered you’re a princess, or whatever?”

Liza glanced around at all the court watching her, still bewildered as to how she was being interrogated as a possible impostor when she’d never claimed to be anyone in the first place, and finally repeated what she’d been saying all day. “My name is Liza. I’m a baker. My parents were bakers before they died. They were not the king and queen. I am not the princess. Can I go to the library now?”

The room filled with deliberating murmurs rather than answers, and Liza leaned back in her seat with a groan.


“I’ll give you credit,” Kara said, sounding as if she’d rather do anything else, “you really do look like her.”

“I’m not her,” Liza said, as if repeating it for the hundredth time would make Kara finally believe she wasn’t trying to pretend she was. As if saying it a thousand more times would make half the royal ministers stop thinking she really was.

She wasn’t allowed to go home, not until they’d come to a consensus on her princess-related status. “I’m a prisoner,” she yelled at Alder, the most annoying of the ministers.

“You’re home,” he’d responded fondly, and she’d screamed in a very un-princesslike manner and gone to find Kara, who at least wouldn’t keep asking her if she remember so-and-so-’s name, or how she had tripped on that step and sprained her ankle when she was six.

“When I was six I was frolicking happily on a beach somewhere on the southern coast,” she told Kara crankily. “Not cooped up in this castle.”

Kara laughed derisively. “Oh, honey. Liara’s ship sank near the eastern coast. You don’t even have your story straight.”

But despite Kara’s firm belief that Liza was a liar and a pretender, Liza sensed that her laughter was becoming warmer, and she directed more snide comments at the ministers than she did at Liza. Perhaps, Liza even dared to think, Kara was starting to like her.

Kara noticed that she was being stared at, and half-smiled back. “Don’t be offended. You’re almost as bad of a liar as she was, too. That’s actually a point in your favor.”

Liza rolled her eyes and tugged at Kara’s sleeve to pull her closer. “Show me the way to the library again. I get lost in the halls every time I try to go without you.”

“They say true royalty isn’t capable of being lost in the royal palace.”

“Tell that to the ministers.”


“I’m not the princess,” she said automatically, before she’d processed the boy standing in front of her. He was supposed to be the princess’s illegitimately-born cousin, or something. One way or another, he was one of those next in line for the throne if the princess did not magically turn up sometime soon (which she wouldn’t, because she was dead).

“He’d do a rotten job,” Kara had said, curling her lip, when they’d seen him march through the front hall from their little alcove in the balcony. “He can’t be king.”

“Why do you care?” Liza asked, trying to sneak a peak at Kara’s cards.

She pulled her cards away and whacked Liza’s arm lightly with them. “I’m engaged to the throne, silly. The real princess would know that.” But that last sentence was an afterthought. She’d almost entirely stopped accusing Liza of pretending, recently. “And I won’t marry Henry. He makes fun of anyone once their back is turned, and he spreads rumors about whatever he likes, and once he kicked Liara’s puppy because it was in his way.”

“That sounds like an exaggeration.”

Kara shook her head, looking almost grim. This clearly wasn’t one of her jokes. “No. Liara was so angry she threw her shoe at him. Hit him in the head, hard. He was bleeding. It was a big scandal that she would hurt her own cousin, everyone rushed to cover it up with a story about how he fell and hit his head.”

“I take it they didn’t get along?” Now she was worried. If Henry wanted to be king, what would he do to Liara? What would he do to her, if he believed she was the princess? “Is he dangerous?”

“Don’t worry, Liza. I’ll protect you.” She was kidding, her brown eyes soft, but Liza felt a little safer anyway.


“I know you’re not,” Henry sneered, and walked past her.

Kara gripped her hand, which was all that kept Liza from running after him to yell about just how many people were pretty sure she was, and how he was a rude, terrible person who would never marry Kara because she wouldn’t allow it, and how someone who kicked puppies was not fit to look at the throne, let alone sit in it, and how, also, he smelled.

He didn’t, but it would have been nice to tell him that. She almost didn’t let Kara pull her away.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza said when Alder asked yet again for another retelling of how she’d come to be a baker in a small town far from the castle. She was too tired to go through it again, too frustrated with all these dithering people too scared of having to work out the convoluted succession of a throne that had no obvious heir to accept that their princess wasn’t there to solve the problem.

She was not, however, too tired to notice Henry’s small victorious smile as he sat in the back of the room and listened. Everyone knew that the one year in which the royal throne could remain empty in the wake of the king and queen’s deaths was drawing to a close. An heir would have to be announced soon.

If it wasn’t Aliara— wasn’t Liza— it was almost certainly Henry.

After the horrible, boring meeting was over, she found Kara in the library and bunched up next to her in the window seat too small for two people. “Tell me about the princess,” she said, and Kara complied, because they were both coming to wish, like the ministers, that she was there.


One year after the queen of Adamar had passed away with her daughter’s name on her lips, the royal ministers met in the throne room. Liza had denied being the princess to the very last. There was nothing else for it but to declare the heir to the kingdom.

Henry hadn’t stopped smirking since he’d received the message asking him to attend that morning. Kara watched him with a blank face but a sick stomach, thinking how she would never sit on a throne next to his— thinking about running away, grabbing Liza’s hand and running with her back to the beach far from where the princess had died.

It wasn’t fantasy. It was a concrete plan. She had the horses waiting. She felt herself calming as Alder called everyone to attention, knowing that even if they could do nothing for Adamar once Henry was king, at least they could do this.

And then Aliara walked into the room.

No, she glided into the room. She swept in so like a ghost that half the company spooked or flinched, but she was very, very real. She had the green eyes of the royal lineage. She had dark hair braided over her shoulder the exact way the queen used to wear it. She had a smile that was almost, almost smug.

“Please,” Liza said, sweeping a curtsey and lifting her eyes to the sunlight falling through the high glass windows as if she could look any more perfectly innocent. “I must beg your forgiveness. I have been a coward to insist for so long that I could not remember my childhood here, when I have never forgotten my true self. I thought I could bear the shame of never coming forward. I even convinced myself it would be better for Adamar to have my dear cousin as king.” She pressed a hand over her heart. “I’m sorry, Henry, for pretending not to know you, and almost letting this burden fall on your shoulders. But I have seen the light in time. I am here, Alder. I am the princess.”

Henry went pale with fury, meeting her halfway across the wide floor of the throne room and catching her arm so she could not approach the throne.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. “We both know you’re a liar. Everyone else will soon realize to. Don’t bother trying to pull it off.”

She yanked her arm back so hard that he was almost unbalanced and fixed him with a glare that had no princess in it and all of the fire she used to pump in her huge ovens at the bakery. “Don’t cross me, cousin. Or do you need me to throw another shoe at your head?”

He faltered just long enough for her to walk past, head held high, and up to the dais. “Come here with the crown, Alder. Careful on the steps. I tripped on them when I was six, you know.”

“Y-yes, princess,” Alder said, hastily coming forward.

She raised an eyebrow, indicating with one hand that there was no one else on the dais with her. “I’m not the princess. I’m the queen.”


“I’m sorry,” she told Kara, late that night. It had been a very long day, and her head ached from the weight of the crown, and she only wanted to go to sleep, and she didn’t know if Kara was angry, and didn’t want her to be.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize,” Kara said, stepping closer, reaching out for her hands.


“For my false accusations over the past year, of course,” she said with a straight face. “I don’t know how I didn’t recognize you from the beginning.”

“The princess,” the new queen said, unable to figure out full sentences as Kara pulled them closer together, gently pushing strands of her hair back.

“My princess.”

“Yes,” the baker-princess-queen sighed. “That.”

Elia Martell - Reign of the Sun Queen

Elia Martell spent her time in King’s Landing in contempt of half the royal court, declared frail, considered unworthy of the Silver Prince, nearly died giving birth to his two heads of the dragon, despised by her mad good-father, never safe, friendless but for her children and a husband who was by all accounts a dreamer cursed with an elegant madness… a husband who humiliated her by taking off with a wild woman-child and thrusting the Seven Kingdoms into war.

Sometime during the end of Robert’s Rebellion, she defeated Gregor Clegane, a poisoned quill from a crossbow that entered his brain through his eye and killed him within seconds. She and Tywin’s Heir slayed the Mad King. And why not? Aerys had caches of wildfire beneath the city and would have set every living soul in King’s Landing ablaze. She took his crown and smashed the Rebellion to pieces. Rhaegar and Robert killed each other on the Trident and the Rebel forces scattered like rats. If Elia Martell had not used that crossbow to kill the Mountain, she would have been most brutally savaged by Ser Clegane and Robert Baratheon would have been King. Elia Martell is a fierce and determined woman who crowned herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms over the broken body of Aerys. Covered in blood with the sun shining down her hair, she crowned herself and even Eddard Stark knelt at the sight.

She has survived an unworthy husband, a mad king, and conspiracies and escaped slew the Mountain That Rides, defanged the Lion of Casterly Rock, crushed the Rebellion beneath her dainty feet and pardoned the crown’s traitors who swore fealty with poisoned spears pointed at their throats. 

Elia Martell ruled the Seven Kingdoms with a wise and gentle hand. Beloved by all and protected by her brother’s daughters who declared themselves her Sunguard. She ruled until her daughter, Rhaenys, became of age and ruled just as wisely as her mother.  - Maester Howar

For @reyskywalkings
—more touken headcanons 💍

here’s some touken headcanons to help you quench the otp thirst, inspired by ch130 (ノ´ヮ`)ノ*: ・゚


it’s still hard for Touka&Kaneki to find moments to spend together, alone, without goat members disrupting them, Tsukiyama dragging Kaneki to discuss mission strategies or Nishiki giving Touka a weird&suspicious glance (—the “i know your secret” type of glances—) from the distance that drives her insane. Sometimes they just have to briefly hold hands under a wooden table in the middle of a meeting, or sweetly brush each other’s bangs with their fingertips—instead of a goodbye kiss—before taking different paths, both ready to keep working, Touka catching Kaneki’s last stare to her as he disappears through the door, a “i wish i could stay with you longer” type of stare. But Touka is quite an optimist, and she doesn’t give up so easily. Whenever she sees Kaneki brewing coffee by himself, she silently walks towards him to wrap her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin against his shoulder. It’s something her mother&father used to do, she recalls; the memory of her mother sweetly wrapping her arms around her father while making coffee in the kitchen was something she always looked at in wonder. They wouldn’t say anything, a silence louder than words, and holding each other was more than enough for the both of them.

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My Queen (King George III x Reader)

Originally posted by coalhillacademy

Requested by: Anonymous who wanted some fluffy King George x Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day and you are all ready to marry your fiancé, who just happens to be the King of England! When you start having self doubts, George is there to comfort you.

Warnings: None!

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1530

A/N: So, I loved writing this because I love King George and Jonathan Groff. To the requester, I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry if I got any detaisl wrong about royal weddings during the 1700s. Anyway, thank you so much for everyone’s support and please feel free to leave some requests!!

You woke up and rubbed the reminiscent of sleep from your eyes. As mind started to think about the day ahead, your eyes shot open and a huge smile stretched across your face.

Today was the day you had been looking forward to for months. Today was the day you would be marrying George, the love of your life.

Jumping out of bed, you looked around the room, and your eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers. Right next to them, sat a small card with George’s fimilar handwriting. It read:

My dearest, (y/n):

You are the light of my life, and I still cannot belive that you agreed to marry me. I am eagerly anticipating the moment your beautiful figure glides down the aisle so that we may become man and wife. Until then, just know that I am thinking about you.

Forever yours,

(King) George

You smiled down at the note and brought the flowers closer to your face so you could smell their fresh scent. After setting them down, you ate the tray of breakfast that had been laid out for you.

Next, two maids came into your room to help you prepare for the ceremony. They sat you down in front of a mirror and pulled your hair into an elegant updo, curling the front sections that framed your face. Afterwards, they applied some makeup.

Finally, they laced up your corset and helped you into your wedding dress. It was a white, ballgown styled dress with lace. It had three-quarters length sleeves and a train coming off the back. You were finally allowed to see the final product when your veil was put on.

You beamed at your reflection because you felt truly beautiful. Everything felt absolutely perfect. All that was left to do was wait until the ceremony started. You thanked the maids and they offered their compliments before they left.

“You look truly radiant, miss.” the shorter one told you.

The other maid nodded and smiled at you before saying, “You almost look like a queen.”

With that, the two bowed their heads and left you alone to your thoughts.

All of the sudden, you began to get this nervous feeling in your stomach. It made you feel like you needed to throw up, so you decided to pace back and forth to keep the feeling at bay. The feeling did not go away, and the thoughts running around in your mind were not making it any better.

Your mind was a jumbled mess, but the only thing you could make out was the phrase, “You almost look like a queen.”

What was that supposed to mean? Was she mocking you? Subtly saying that you were unfit to marry King George and rule by his side?

Unfortunately, these thoughts were not anything new. Ever since the beginning of your courtship with George, you had contemplated whether you really deserved to be with him or not. All of these thoughts took you back in your memoires when you and George first began your courtship.

It was not like you were born into royalty or any sort of nobility. Your father was a black smith and your mother was a seamstress. From a young age, you were given the reasonability of looking after your younger siblings and learning the duties of a housewife.

The life your parents lived was not one you could ever be satisfied with, and you had vowed that you would make something of your life. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would end up marrying the King of England, but it happened.

You had been going into town to pick up some food, when you came across two men having a political debate. One was saying that the King (who was George at the time) was young, inexperienced, and had no right ruling the country, while the other man was defending the King.

Quickly, you had stepped in and defended the king. Eventually, the debate had ended and you turned to the man you were supporting, He asked if you could walk you home, and the rest was history.

Once you and George had been courting for a few months, (he had revealed his true identity already) he decided to let your relationship be known to the people of England. The news was not well received.

People of nobility and those you were not were appalled over the fact that you were just a commoner. Instantly, you received letters upon letters saying how you were nothing more than a dirty whore, looking to steal the government’s money and destroy the monarchy.

Each time you would receive one of these letters, George would rip it up and gather you into his arms. Then, he would draw patterns on your back, while reassuring you of his love.

You were brought from your thoughts with a sharp knock on the door. You wiped away the few tears that had slipped down your cheeks and called to see who it was.

“It’s me, my darling,” A familiar voice spoke.

The grin you wore earily returned as you heard the soothing voice of your fiancé. You took a few steps forward and you were about to open the door when a thought hit you.

“Goerge, you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” you chided him.

“I do not care, I want to see my beautiful bride. I cannot wait for you to officially be my queen” he admitted.

At the word queen, your smiled dropped and sat down on the nearest coach. Although a your heart was racing, you knew what you had to do.

“George?” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you absoutlley positive that you wish to marry me?” you questioned, voice cracking in the middle.

“Of course, my love. Why would you ever doubt the love I hold for you?” he asked you, shocked at your comment.

“I-I just, I am not royality.” you admitted, half ashmaded. “And I know many people did not want that wedding to happen for that reason. And while I was preparing, one of the maids told me I almost looked like a queen. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but it just made me worried.” you explained, rushing through your sentences.

It was awhile until George spoke again and you knew it was partially him trying to deicive what he said. Finally, you heard shifting on the other side of the door, and you saw a bit of his hand underneath the door, searching for your hand.

Smiling, you let your fingers brush against his and sighed. “(y/n),” George started. “I do not care what others say, or if you are royalty or not. All that matters is I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he confessed.

Now, a few tears of joy slipped down your cheeks, and you brushed them away laughing gently at yourself. How could you ever think such thoughts or doubt George’s love?

After you thanked your fiancé, you heard his footsteps get further away, and you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Luckily, your makeup was still in place, and you just had to pin back your hair a bit.

Not long after your conversation with your soon to be husband, a knock was heard at the door. You knew it was time to walk down the aisle.

You gripped tightly onto your wedding bouquet and took a few deeps breath to try and calm yourself down. Then, the wedding march started and the doors opened. All heads were turned towards you and you put on your brightest smile.

Slowly, but confidently, you glided down the aisle, your dress and veil flowing gracefully behind you. As you reached the alter, you turned towards George and he was beaming right back at you. He extended his arms and pulled back your veil, showing off your radiant face.

Once vows and rings had been exchanged the officiator of the wedding asked you both a simple, yet so important question that you had the same answer to.

“I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.” you heard briefly.

But before you could move, you one of George’s arms wrap around of your waist, while the other cupped your cheek. He brought you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into it. 

When you pulled apart, you felt happier than you ever had before in your life. Taking your hand, George gently turned the both of you to face the crowd. Gazing across the sea of people, you saw everyone smile, which boosted your own confidence.

“May I introduce for the first time, King George and Queen (y/n).”

While the crowd applauded again, George leaned in and whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle.

“Did you hear that? Your my queen.”

Beyan Loobes

So! Keeping it short; a small Lance drabble with a speck of Shance and a special guest for @madam-blue !!! Happy late birthday!!! <33 

Btw, you can have an idea of Bloob by looking at Blue’s icon. ANYWAYS! I hope I did alright! Excuse the typos and bad grammar and blablabla. I tried.

Ps. Don’t ask me about the title, idk. BTW. Headcanon that Lance his mama’s eyes. That’s it. bye. i’m done. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does Bloob. 

It was just a poke.

So, okay, alright, okay, Lance will be the first one to admit that maybe his idea of exploring the Royal Garden of an alien planet was not the best idea ever considering the wild amount of unknown flora around him.

That big spiky plant that looks like a rose hanging from the walls? Yeah, that one spat out red acid at his shoes just an fifteen minutes ago and he noped the heck out of that side of the Garden.

If Lance was being honest, though, he preferred the low-key deadly garden than staying a tick more inside that boring meeting with the planet’s queen.

Was the treaty necessary? Well, yeah, of course.

He still doesn’t regret how he slipped out of the meeting room when Coran was charming the Queen with a twist of his moustache. The planet’s habitants were quite amazed with hair, alright, seeing as they were mostly smooth skin with no hair whatsoever.

Lance had tried, honest to God, he did, but he seems to be Trouble’s favorite toy because even though Lance had kept his distance with most of the flora around him, it was that damn small bush with tiny circles resembling berries that were his downfall.

They could not blame him, okay? It was a goddamn orange bush full of white berries with the size of an apple.

He has always been a curious child. He was the kind of child who will eat play dough, taste sand, and poke the shell of a crab, just for the sake of it.

So yes, technically speaking? Lance is totally justified on why he’s currently leaning down, almost kneeling in front of the orange bush and poking at one of the berries.

Poke. Just a small gentle soft poke.

He did not expect to get eyes: grey, big and owlishly looking eyes afterwards.

He also did not expect it to blink at him, the grey color in them turning a pale green before taking a sharper deep blue color in them. Lance can only stare in shock as the small berry ends up getting covered on a shade lighter than its eyes all over its round body in less than a tick.

Here’s the weirdest part: Lance takes a small familiar comfort as soon as his brain clicks on the color in the berry, but Lance doesn’t have time to think about it because suddenly, the small berry jumps.

It fucking jumps and something is rubbing against his cheek.

Oh, oh no. A berry is going to eat him alive. Great, yeah, that will look amazing in his section of the future history books: ‘Blue Paladin of Voltron, Lance McClain, found dead in Royal Garden after being half eaten by an alien berry.’

Amazing headline right there.

Lance’s is half way through narrating his own life inside the imaginary history book that it takes him around five ticks to realize that he’s still breathing and there’s a soft gentle purr near his ear.

He dares to look, turning his face slowly to the side to meet the berry’s blue eyes. The berry blinks at him one more time, eyes big and so damn familiar, before it offers him a soft smile and a soft gurgle.

Well, he would be damned but Lance is totally okay if he was going to be eaten by a cute berry like this one. He’s alright with his fate.

Except it doesn’t eat him. It just coos and nuzzles closer to Lance’s face, purring in appreciation when Lance let’s out a shaky laugh.

“Hey, hey, now! Slow it down, buddy,” Lance laughs, cupping his hands around the small alien carefully before pulling it slightly away to look at it in the eye, “Holy crow, you’re so wobbly. You are like a bubble, a wobbly bubble.”

“Who is a wobbly bubble?” Lance jumps startled at the sudden voice behind him and turns around, hands still cupping the small alien. His eyes light up at the sight of his boyfriend, followed close behind by Allura and the Queen herself.

“This tiny fella: I’m not sure where they came from, but here they are.”

Shiro blinks in curiosity at the small ball in Lance’s hands, leaning down to get a closer look. The small berry-like alien stares right back at him in silence before it coos and bumps its face against Shiro’s nose.

“They like you.” The Queen muses from behind, a serene and soft expression in her face as she watches the display in front of her, “Young Blue Paladin, the Beyan Loobes are one of the most excotic and precious plants in our flora. They are some of the most valuable companions, since they forge a strong bond with whoever awakens them. A trusty friend and ally for all livings.”

“They are quite extraordinary.” Allura whispers in awe, her hands hovering over the Beyan in hesitating, looking up at Lance in question.

The brunet smiles reassuringly at her and pulls his friend higher. The princess smiles when the small Beyan nuzzles against her palm.

“I have to say, though, it’s extremely unusual for them to wake up out of season, and for them to leave the planet itself but at the sudden events…” The Queen trails off, her pale violet eyes lingering a second too long on the small Beyan before they turn to look at Lance, her features turning a shade more serious, “Young Blue Paladin, I know your talents and your capability as a warrior, but as this Beyan’s Queen and you, as their chosen bond companion, I must ask of you: do you accept the bond they have entrusted on you?”

Lance blinks, shifting his gaze from the Queen’s eyes to look down at the Beyan in his hands, how it sinks deeper into the warm around his hands provide, and suddenly there’s no hesitation.

“Your Highness,” Lance calls, strong and unwavering, “I pledge to you my word as a Paladin, as a man, and as human, that I accept their bond and I will do everything in my power to be a worthy companion of the small treasure you have offered me.”

The Queen eyes him carefully, her eyes never leaving his, before she nods satisfied, a small relieved smile on her face.

“I thank you greatly, Young Blue Paladin.”

Lance shakes his head softly. “It’s me who is grateful, Your Highness.”

“Now, come, the royal feast for your departure is about to start, we cannot be late.” Allura nods besides the Queen before meeting both Shiro and Lance’s eyes. Both Paladins nods at her and then they are left behind in the garden.

“This is an unusual souvenir.” Shiro chuckles nudging the brunet playfully with his shoulder, making him laugh.

“I’m not one to complain.” Lance shrugs, bringing Beyan close to his face, eyes shining with emotion, “Are you ready to be part of our Paladin adventure, Mr. Berry?”

Shiro snorts besides him. “Mr. Berry, Lance?”

Lance pouts and shots him a mocking glare. “They looked like a berry, but fine! Mr. I’m Too Picky With Names, how about….”


Lance blinks, arching a confused eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Bloob…” he repeats slowly, and his mouth twitches in amusement when Shiro nods happily.

“Yeah, B for Beyan and Loob for Loobes: Bloob!”

Lance giggles, covering his mouth with his free hand to keep his laughter in check. “Oh my god, you dork, you actually just said ‘bloob’.”

There’s a chirp and both Paladins look down to catch the Beyan’s eyes. They coo at the sight of it gently jumping with excitement and happiness and Shiro shots Lance a victory grin.

“I think Bloob just decided for you.”

Lance purses his lips in mock indignation and sticks his tongue out to his boyfriend. “Get your own Bloob, mi rey.”  

Shiro laughs and raises both of his hands in surrender before holding his flesh one out towards the brunet.

Lance smiles, intertwining his free hand immediately with Shiro’s. The couple heads towards the exit in silence before Lance stops short, breath hitching, and looks down at Bloob.

“My mama’s eyes,” Lance gasps, a small excited smile creeping over his mouth, “That’s why you looked familiar. You have my mama’s eyes.”

Bloob doesn’t answers. They limit themselves to settle down further down in Lance’s hand before closing their eyes for a quick nap.

Lance’s smile stays on for the rest of the day.

RFA: MC Has A Little Sibling

Headcanon for RFA+Unknown: MC has a 6 years old a sister/brother and she/he LOVES chat and do funny and sneaky things. (Kinda like Mini-Seven lol)

Written by Admin Pancake @potatooopancakes 

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- Two words
- Chocolate
- Milk
- It’s just too easy
- So at first, Yoosung thinks she’s the cutest thing
- But that’s because he doesn’t know
- Y'all were chilling in his room one night watching a movie
- Mid-movie the sky starts throwing up over the whole area and it’s Coming Down
- Yoosung goes to make sure he closed all the windows
- And your sister, man she’s a slick one because .2 seconds later she is Gone
- Y'all start up the movie again, but a few minutes in you hear scratching at the windows
- And something that sounds like…
- Screaming?
- Yoosung is straight up quivering next to you
- He’s holding your shoulders a bit too tight and the movie’s still going but neither of you are paying attention now
- All of a sudden the room is plunged in pitch black darkness
- The glow of the TV’s gone and none of the lamps are on anymore
- The scratching and the screaming’s stopped (or maybe you just can’t hear it over Yoosung’s teeth chattering)
- Come get ya man
- But then… you two hear the door creak open
- You’re starting to get goosebumps and y'all hear footsteps coming down the hallway and you’re huddling together under that h*ckin blanket like it’s gonna do something for you
- But then the footsteps stop
- It’s quiet
- Suddenly there’s hands grabbing your feet and the blanket gets ripped away and you guys give the most piercing shriek ever heard by mankind
- Then the lights come on and
- Of course. Why didn’t you see it coming?
- I mean Yoosung couldn’t have but you at least should've—
- Hold up, Yoosung, are you crying??
- Somebody save this poor boy from your family

- Zen thought he knew what he was getting into when you told him you have a little sister
- When he first met her things were fine
- Things were just swell
- But the second time
- You had asked if she could come hang out with y'all at Zen’s house
- And of course his answer was yes
- You were cuddling with Zen on the couch catching up on The Bachelor
- He asked, “Where’s your sister?”
- And your heart sank
- He gets up to start looking and before you can say anything he’s found a note that reads
- “Saw a nice man with some candy by the window so I went to go play with him! Be back soon!”
- You tried to explain it was probably a prank but Zen was Not Having It
- Like boy listen
- He practically dragged you around searching the streets around his place for an HOUR
- You two head back to the house to call the police
- And sitting on the couch
- Eating popcorn
- Watching The Bachelor
- Like she /owns the place/
- Is your little sister
- Zen is Confused
- You were about to slap that sly grin off her face when Zen rushes towards her
- He’s asking a million different questions and passing a hand over every inch of her to make sure that she’s okay
- It’s all incredibly sweet until you realize
- She’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger

- This should be interesting
- So your brother likes pranks right
- And Jaehee…
- Let’s just say that Jaehee is way too smart to fall for any 6-year-old’s run-of-the-mill prank
- So where do we go from here
- Well since wreaking general havoc is sort of your brother’s area of expertise he manages to convince Jaehee to let him in the kitchen at the coffee shop
- You tried your hardest okay but she thought it was fine and you couldn’t tell her no
- So day one in the coffee shop kitchen ft. Your Brother was actually pretty okay
- You were pleasantly surprised and, tbh, kinda impressed that he was being this mature
- How could you have been so foolish
- Day two was a beAST
- You went in the kitchen that morning to get things started and right away you realized the espresso machine was shot
- Okay, we can fix this. It happens, right?
- After some pokes and prods, a couple ‘try turning it off and back on again’s and a few solid smacks with the palm of your hand, the machine was up and running again
- But a handful of minutes later some regular customers came back to the register and asked if you had put your new coffee on the menu yet
- Wat
- You asked Jaehee about it and she said she had no idea, so you made yourselves a cup of coffee and for some strange, inexplicable and totally confounding reason, the coffee was pink
- You made a few more and they all came out different colors
- Pastel blue, purple, green, and orange
- Jaehee was about to start dissecting the machine to fix the problem
- When like 3 other people came up to the register asking for colored coffee
- ???
- Is this a thing now
- Well it had tasted fine
- So uh
- Why not?
- Soon it became your best selling drink
- You serve it with whipped cream and glitter
- And that’s the story of how your brother’s prank got you tons of business

- Someone help this man
- Because Jumin likes wine and I mean when would a kid ever go in his house so why would he need to hide all the wine
- So when your brother came over with you to Jumin’s humble abode
- The plan was set from the minute that little devil stepped foot inside
- The two of you had been discussing Jumin’s latest cat project idea in his study
- And you heard something spilling in the kitchen??
- Like the tap was running or something
- So Jumin got up to check it cause no way is this guy letting My Love stAND UP??? Sacrilege!
- After a little bit you heard “MC, get in here!”
- You hadn’t heard him sound quite so urgent before so you started getting worried
- And when you walk in the kitchen there it is
- The trickster demon known as your brother
- Laying on the ground, lips stained red
- And there’s a bottle of wine teetering on the edge of the counter spilling all over the ground
- There’s an empty wine glass too
- Jumin, this guy, he just doesn’t know what to…
- He just doesn’t know
- It’s actually pretty amusing like his eyes are all wide and his mouth is just slightly open
- You’d probably kiss him if your brother wasn’t “passed out” on the ground
- Poor Jumin, he gets even more confused when you’re tugging your brother up by the ear
- You try to make your brother clean it but Jumin vacantly dismisses it
- He’s still not getting it when you’re apologizing for the mess and insisting you should go
- You kissed him goodbye and he hardly moved
- But while you two were walking out the door he could have sworn he heard you say “stealing my lipstick was overkill”

- No man is safe
- You have to double check before you sit down anywhere
- Eating is terrifying
- And don’t even get me started on sleeping??
- You’ve woken up on multiple occasions with spray cream all over you or with a fake mustache drawn on
- Once when the little devils were feeling particularly bold, you had woken up with a LAMP balanced on your back
- Like?? That’s breakable??¿?
- It’s kind of sort of exactly like having two Sevens in the house
- But don’t make the mistake of thinking that this will go unpunished
- You will have your revenge
- There’s been talk of a video game pow-wow between the two of them for a while
- GTA won’t be the only thing getting played today (HA THAT WAS GOOD IM PROUD OF MYSELF)
- They’re getting ready to play when your brother  plops down on the couch… and right onto your trap
- Stage 1 of Operation Taste Your Own Medicine has commenced
- This gigantic fart rips out from under him
- You hid a whoopee cushion under the couch cushion and Seven is Cracking Up
- They launch into a debate over who did it and it’s getting intense when a vicious tickle fight breaks out
- Just the diversion you needed
- You slip into the bathroom quietly and grab the key to ultimate sovereignty
- “Seven,” you call
- He’s too immersed in the action to hear you… just like you planned
- All of a sudden you’re clutching your stomach and gasping for air, stumbling through the room towards those two, and you trip and fall onto the floor next to them
- Now that you’ve got their attention, it’s time to commence Stage 2
- “Hon, are you okay?” Seven asks, concerned
- You respond with a grunt
- “Water” you wheeze
- As Seven gets up and hurries to grab you a glass your hand loosens around what you’re holding and a pregnancy test clatters onto the ground
- Your brother picks it up and gasps
- Seven jogs back over with the water, but stops when he sees what your brother’s holding
- His face goes slack
- You have Released the Kraken™
- These poor babies have no idea how pregnancy works do they
- It’s way to easy to convince them that you’re already having pains and cravings
- It’s been a few hours now and you’re relaxing on an ocean of pillows and blankets
- You’ve gotten every single thing you’ve asked for since then, including but not limited to triple chocolate muffins, shrimp cocktail and a bar of soap
- You probably should tell them the truth soon
- But the royal treatment isn’t half bad ;)

[Saeran under the cut]

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i’m trying to make a list of canon mlm couples in games anyone want to help?

so far i have:

all living:

-Night in the Woods- Gregg and Angus

-Dragon Age Inquisition- Dorian and Iron Bull (if not romanced by pc)

-Read Only Memories features- Majid and Gus

-Assassin’s Creed Rogue - Arend Schut Cunningham and Harlan Cunningham

-Undertale-  Royal Guards

half dead: (alive char and dead char)

-Mass Effect3- Cortez and his husband

-Mass Effect Andromeda- Avitus and Macen

-Masquerada: Songs and Shadows- Kalden Azrus and Jaxus

-Dragon Age 2- Anders and Karl

-Fragments of Him - Will and Harry 

-Borderlands 2- Sir Hammerlock and Taggart

-The Last of Us- Bill and Frank 

-Dishonored 2-  Aramis Stilton and  Theodanis Abele (depending on pc choices both of the could be dead)

all dead:

-The Walking Dead: Season Two- Matthew and Walter

-Metal Gear Solid 2- Vamp and Scott Dolph

-Metal Gear Solid 3- Volgin and Raikov

-Transistor- Grant and Asher Kendrall

-Borderlands-  Mr. Shank and Chaz

please add to it if you can remember anything!

“I misjudged you as an agent”

After your organization Agents Of Royal lost half of their agents during a big mission to protect the english royal family, you are committed to partner up with another British organization called Kingsman where you didn’t thought to meet somebody like Eggsy Unwin…

Warning: violence, cursing
Words: 4,012 words
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin x Reader 
Part 1 in the ‘Royal Meets Kingsman’ series

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You know, it’s still one of my favourite moments in any book when Eugenides - who is still seen as the useless idiot usurper on the throne - completely wipes the floor with a good swathe of the Royal guard while half-asleep, hungover and recovering from an almost-fatal sword wound to his belly.

Of The Stars

The King’s Human: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Paring: Thranduil/Reader

Tags: female reader, human reader, scribe reader, fluff, Thranduil isn’t always an asshole, angst, fluff, set after The Hobbit and after Lord of The Rings. canon compliant, happy ending.

Summary: A scribe on loan from Lord Elrond accidently makes their way into the presence and heart of King Thranduil.

Three years later, and life goes on for Thranduil and his human…

Word Count: 1,223

Posting Date:  2017-03-19

Current Date: 2017-06-15

Originally posted by joligraphie

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On this day, August 12th, 1762-  King George IV of Great Britain, Ireland, and Hanover was born.  <3

From a Proclamation of the London Evening Post, in 1762:
‘At seven this morning her Majesty was safely delivered of a Prince at the palace of St James, to the great joy of his Majesty and of all his loyal subjects, who consider the birth of this heir to the crown as a pledge of the future felicity of their posterity under the happy auspice of his royal family.

About half an hour after nine this inestimable blessing was made known to the nation by the discharge of the tower guns and at noon there was a great court at St James’s, when the foreign ministers, the great officers of state and all the nobility and other persons of distinction were admitted to pay their compliments to the King upon this mark of the divine favour to his Majesty and to his people.

Her Majesty and the new-born Prince of Wales are in perfect health and nothing can surpass the testimonies of joy and affection expressed by all ranks and degrees of his Majesty’s subjects for this great and desirable event.

It is worth of observation that her Majesty is brought to bed of an heir to the crown on the same day that our most gracious Sovereign’s great grand-father, King George the first, succeeded to the crown of these Kingdoms, by virtue of several acts of parliament for securing the Protestant succession in the illustrious house of Hanover’.

Sinister ǀ 03

A/N: Here is the third part of Sinister! Hopefully this will clear up any questions you have about anyone’s roles in the story. It’s a longer chapter, but gives a lot of background information as to what exactly is going on with Y/N and Taeyong’s involvement specifically.

On a side note, requests are open! The groups I write for are posted, so feel free to send in requests if you have any~ Now back to the story

Genre: SupernaturalAU, Arts School AU, Romance

Pairing: ReaderxDemon!Taeyong , ReaderxDemon!Ten

Morning rolled around uneventfully after you woke randomly during the night. Johnny was the first one up, quietly shaking Ten awake and motioning for him to come with him. Despite his silent protests he followed the taller male away, surprised when Johnny also grabbed Taeyong to bring him along. Once the three boys were in the hall Johnny was the first to talk. “We’re going to go get breakfast down the street for everyone, and we’re going to talk about what the hell happened yesterday.”

Ten could feel it in the way his friend spoke, knowing well that his tone was not one to be talked back to. Taeyong, however, was more stubborn and quick to lash out. “I’m not going anywhere until she’s awake and I know she’s alright.”

Johnny laughed humorlessly, a sound that sent chills down the other twos spines. “I wasn’t giving you an option. You think I don’t want to be beside her right now? I’ve spent my entire life with her. She means more to me than anything in this world, which is exactly why we need to talk about this.” He started down the hallway, “Come on, it’s a long walk and we have plenty to discuss.”

Taeyong and Ten scurried after Johnny, trying to catch up with much shorter legs, causing Ten to call out to him. “Johnny, stop walking so fast!”

Immediately the taller boy froze, causing Ten to smack directly into his back, a dry chuckle coming from both him and Taeyong. “Caught up now?” He snickered before resuming his walk down out of the building and into the courtyard outside. “It’ll take about 20 minutes to walk there, I hope everyone is comfortable.”

The others mumbled their agreement, walking in a line with Johnny in the center. They remained silent until they hit the gates at the end of campus, where Taeyong decided to ask what exactly it was that Johnny wanted to discuss. “I get that you’re worried about Y/N – we all are – but how is this going to help anything.”

Johnny noticed that he’s gotten fidgety as he brought the topic up. “You’re a demon, right?” He tried to sound as casual as possible about the topic, though judging by the way Ten paled out he must have failed.

Taeyong cocked his head to the side, a little annoyed, but curious as to what Johnny was saying. “Is that really the best you’ve got?” He wore an amused expression, glancing over to Ten, who looked terrified for his friend, causing him to laugh quietly. “You can calm down, it’s not like I’m going to hurt him.” Ten visibly relaxed, slowly regaining some of the color in his face.

Johnny smirked, spinning on his heel to walk backwards in front of Taeyong. “Royal demon, more specifically one of the seven princes of hell if I’m not mistaken?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow as the taller male continued to speak. “Hence why Ten almost had a panic attack when I referred to you as simply a ‘demon’. The princes have a tendency to be a bit hot headed when not addressed properly to my knowledge.” Johnny turned back around, facing the empty sidewalk ahead of him. “I’m a marid, I can know anything I want.” The group approached a small café that many of the students frequented, though it was currently dead, thanks to Johnny’s prior planning.

Before they made it all the way to the door, Taeyong couldn’t help his curiousity. “What is a marid anyway?”

“Glorified genie.” Ten choked out, pretending to cough.

Johnny held up his hand, effectively silencing him and shooting a glare his direction. “Marid are a type a djinn. Well known for being the strongest of all the different djinn. We can grant wishes, but we aren’t bound to any objects or humans. It’s difficult to control a marid and can go extremely wrong. We have free reign over magic, which makes us ‘scary’, I guess.” He groaned a bit with the use of the word.

Taeyong quieted down, unsure what to even say in response other than a brief ‘oh’ that escaped his lips after. He felt a strange sense of comradery with Johnny in the way that people were innately afraid of him. It was unfortunately someone he related to far too much. Johnny put an order in with the single waitress waiting at the register, not another soul in sight, as if it were entirely normal. She promptly turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving them completely alone.

The three of them sat in a booth, Johnny and Ten facing Taeyong. Johnny turned to Ten beside him. “Do you know why Y/N actually fainted?” He asked softly, trying to coax his younger friend to talk again after he had frightened him earlier. Ten simply nodded in response, quickly canting his gaze to Taeyong who sat stiffly against the bench. Johnny let out a sigh “Right. You can talk Ten, you know I wasn’t going to hurt you.” He nodded again, but still kept his gaze down.

Taeyong cleared his throat, grabbing both of their attention. “It was my fault, I should’ve paid more attention. I just found it strange that she held up so well around two royals at the same time… I know that it creates an energy draining field, please don’t start that lecture.” He leaned his head back. “I was planning to take care of her immediately after, but she seemed relatively fine until that dance class.”

Johnny couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat. “You don’t really get to say that. You haven’t known her for even a day. What could you possibly have noticed in that short of a time, honestly?” He hadn’t meant to sound condescending, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to you. You’re safety and livelihood was his first priority.

“I’ve been watching her since the day she was born, along with half the royal court. Did you think it was a coincidence I showed up?” Taeyong retorted without missing a beat. “I have watched and protected her since day 1-“ a hint of some indecipherable emotion caught the words in his throat. He took a second to breathe and calm himself. “I can tell when something is wrong with her, is all I wanted to say.”

Johnny and Ten both looked at him in shock, a unison “why?” falling from their months. Taeyong glanced out of the large windows in the café, shrugging noncommittally. “I don’t see how that information affects you.”

Ten practically growled in response, but was immediately silenced by the glare the other two shot him. He settled for a quiet huff. “I don’t get why I need to be here if I’m not allowed to talk.”

The air felt tense surrounding the boys, no one sure how to break it at this point. Eventually, it was Taeyong who spoke up. “Look, no one here wants her to get hurt, right?” The other two nodded in response. “Then we’re on the same team. Not everyone is, and they will come.” He glanced around, feelingly slightly paranoid. He knew no one would be able to protect you alone, but he also had no idea when he needed to start really worrying, just that it would be soon.

Ten must have picked up on his unease because he moved over to rest his hand on Taeyong’s shoulder. “Then we protect her together.”

The gesture shocked Taeyong, finding himself instinctively flinching away from the contact. He noticed the fear in Ten’s face from his reaction, quickly moving to apologize and assure him that he simply hadn’t expected the contact, not that it bothered him in any way, placing a hand on his shoulder with a sheepish smile. “Thank you.” Trying not to overthink the situation he pulled Ten into a firm embrace. “I’m glad you’ll help.”

Ten hugged him back shyly as Johnny stifled a laugh from the other side of the table, earning a glare from both of them. “So we help you keep her safe, but from what exactly? Why is she in danger? Last I checked she was fine before you showed up.” There was a hint of venom in his voice that he wasn’t doing much to hide.

Taeyong released the younger demon, turning back to Johnny. “You’re kidding, right?” He deadpanned, once again wearing the stony expression from the first time they’d seen each other. Johnny froze, slightly concerned by the sudden shift in mood. “You call her your best friend and you don’t even realize what she is?” He turned to face Ten. “You know, at least, right?”

Ten nodded in response, looking over to Johnny. “She’s the daughter of Abaddon.”

Johnny paled, nervous with the situation. He knew who you were, but it shouldn’t have mattered. Children of the knights didn’t have powers, not unless- “Abaddon is dead?”

The Maiden And The Giant

TITLE: The Maiden And The Giant


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine falling through a portal into Jötunheim and running into a stranger named Loki, who decides to provide shelter out of the need for company, that eventually turns into love.


NOTES/WARNINGS: FINALLY!! *ahem* Anyway… yeah. We’re good for the next two chapters at least; hopefully I’ll be able to keep writing in the mean time and there won’t be more delays. Enjoy?


    The first thing Loki saw when he opened his eyes was Kat dozing on a chair by his bed, and by the look of it, she hadn’t been doing much of it. He looked around at their surroundings and recognised it as the healers’ hall, though they seemed to be in a private room. Not particularly surprising, all things considered. He tried to sit up but quickly decided it was a bad idea.

    “I wouldn’t try that again for some time,” Frigga cautioned softly as she stepped into the room, followed by Eir. She looked over at Kat and smiled slightly. “She’s refused to leave your side since the healers allowed her entry to the room; not even to sleep, though she’s done little of that.”

    Loki tried to reply but found his throat was too dry. Wordlessly, Eir paused arranging several vials and pouches on the bedside table and brought a glass of water to his lips. Loki cleared his throat then quietly thanked her, to which she nodded with a small smile before returning to her task.

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My guess for Olai down right hatred for Odin and various other problems (alcoholsm, drugs, violent behavior, ext.) Is that Olai is only HALF royal if he was only related to his mother or father (whichever one is the nonroyal) then technically speaking he would not be considered for the throne even if he was the oldest because he’s only related to royalty by marriage. Making Odin and his sisters airs to the throne and having him excluded from the family. That would give him a shit ton of Problems

  • Erbluhen Emotion: So yeah... I'm not sure how they're going to face each other anymore. I feel like I'm in a war zone.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: By the way, what is this tea? It's not as bitter as the one from the other day.
  • Royal Guard: It's Darjeeling. It's less astringent and thin-bodied... Kind of like you.
  • Erbluen Emotion: -spews out tea-
  • Royal Guard: Sure. Well, they say it's more layered and complex than your typical green tea...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ...
  • Erbluhen Emotion: -wipes self and table-
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ... I really don't want to go home but who knows what will happen if I'm not there all the time to make sure a war breaks out.
  • Royal Guard: Huh.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ... What.
  • Royal Guard: Sorry, I just found it... interesting that you're able to understand the two ends of a spectrum so well.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Well, you know, I'm not named Erbluhen Emotion for nothing.
  • Royal Guard: Yeah, but... What about you?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ... What about me?
  • Royal Guard: They say a dancer recognizes a dancer... an artist recognizes an artist... How can you understand their pain so well if you yourself haven't been through what they have?
  • Erbluhen Emotion: ...
  • Royal Guard: I've seen some people get bogged down by the tragedies of the ones they care about, without looking after themselves. I just hope that's not the case with you.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: Haha, who knew there would be a day when I hear those lines from a half-demon?
  • Royal Guard: Haha... Yeah, life's pretty great, isn't it.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: I'll be fine, but I do appreciate your concern.
  • Royal Guard: Well, just letting you know I can always lend an ear if you need someone to talk to...
  • Royal Guard: -sips tea-
  • Royal Guard: Because we all know those two aren't capable of doing that.
  • Erbluhen Emotion: -sigh-
Cosplay Asks! 👑

1. One of your best cosplay memories?
2. Ever met someone involved in the creation of a series you’ve cosplayed from?
3. Cosplay pet peeves?
4. Stupidest thing you’ve done for cosplay?
5. Who are four cosplayers you look up to?
6. Cosplay crushes?
7. Who is that cosplayer who inspired you to push yourself out of your comfort zone?
8. What are some of the most memorable comments you’ve received on your cosplays?
9. Comfort over accuracy, or it’s not cosplay until you’re in pain?
10. Cosplay typecast(s)?
11. Is there a type of character you’ll never cosplay?
12. Most embarrassing cosplay memory?
13. Most embarrassing cosplay photo?
14. Who is your cosplay crew (AKA the people you collab with the most)?
15. Best bystander experience?
16. Best photoshoot?
17. Ever had any interactions with kids while you’ve been in cosplay?
18. Any funny experiences being misidentified as a certain character?
19. What’s something you’ve made that looks decent in photos but in reality, you just royally half-assed?
20. Name a cosplay cheat.