#atittueball

Sirens: hey. We can teach you color theory

Me:

Literally cannot stop thinking about simon’s driving head canon because I can absolutely imagine myself pulling up next to this asshole getting ready to give him a dirty look or figure out who the fuck is driving like a thirteen year old on coke, only to see this face. I’d just immediately turn and face the front and pray he wouldn’t get out of the car and kick my ass for making eye contact with him

This is EXACTLY the face I thought of when I wrote that, THIS ONE exactly. Like imagine you're on the highway and you have a fucking idiot driving in front of you and has almost crashes like 5 times already, has had like 10 different drivers scream at him but ultimately no one gets out of the car, which is kind of weird right? NO ONE has.

Then he almost makes you crash and you're so done, soo done, so you pull next to him and you go:

Cause it looks like the devil himself is driving by your fucking side and almost crashing half of the cars and he's??? Looking at you???? Like that??? And hey maybe it's your time, maybe he's here for you and holy fuck he's huge???

But then he tilts his head and goes "sorry" with one of the prettiest voices and accent you've ever heard and did the devil just apologize to you?

Eva was one of the lucky few who still had her soulmark as an adult. Most people lost their soulmates young, or were born without the mark. When she joined the military and met Erwin, it changed her life. She met her soulmate and got to work with him every day! Everything was going perfect.

Eva took her squad out on a mission one day, and Erwin started to get worried when her squad didn’t return. Then, just as he was getting ready to call out a search party, his soul mark disappeared.

The only thing that was found of her squad was an arm, with the words “You dropped this.” etched in swirling cursive.

Where’d this come from??? Don’t know but I was just in a mood today

Hopefully next time I will come back with something more lighthearted lmaooooo bye ily 😘

HOLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU HERE TO STEP ON MY HEART BECAUSE FUCKING HELL YOU DID A MARVELOUS JOB

But it hurts so much oh my God. They found each other, even though the odds and their jobs. They found each other, spent time with each other, love each other... and all this to disappear in a flash.

Imagine how Erwin would be filled with dread as time passes, what should have been a simple mission turned into worst.

But imagine the moment he sees each letter disappear and how it chills him further and further, knowing what it means. Erwin drops everything and organises a search party, equipped with everything. Nobody has seen the Commander look this shaken, and he's not into hysterics as he is feeling deep inside.

Nobody disturbs him as he wraps her arm with his own cape, or how he looks utterly... lost. He's not himself even if he's pushing his limits and trying to keep being the leader everyone expects him to be, but when he's alone he drops everything as he crumbles.

Not even Levi can take him out of it.

But, if we want this to have a lighter note and just not feel a hole in our chest... what if Erwin suddenly feels something on his arm, as if someone was writing something on his skin.

He quickly looks at it, and feels himself at loss as to how is he supposed to love someone else. He cannot have another soulmate, refuses to. He is stubborn in his grief, and won't accept it. He looks at the words, puzzled, but still angry at them. Even if he scrubs his skin red, they won't disappear.

There's a ruckus one day, everyone is shouting and urging everyone to drop everything and rush to the gates. The fear of having titans breaking in puts everyone on alert, only a chaos such as this can be because of that.

But imagine everyone's surprise, Erwin's surprise, when it's not titans inside the wall, but half her Squad and his barely alive soulmate.

Erwin thinks he's hallucinating. He succumbed to another night of nightmares and not sleeping, and he's now hallucinating a miracle.

But he isn't.

They were ambushed by abnormals, and were lucky enough to escape, even if members of the squad gave their lives to save Squad Leader Stein from a titan's jaws who had her dangling off its mouth. She lost consciousness, too much blood and their medic got eaten off, so they did what they could to stop the bleeding and keep her alive, but infection took place and there was not much they could do unless they reached the walls.

It felt like a small personal victory over titans, but Erwin knew he was a fool if he believed so. His soulmate was on Death's doorstep.

Nobody saw the medics or Hange overwork themselves to the point of exhaustion and then push harder.

Deep at night Erwin's door slammed open, Levi practically dragging Erwin to the hospital where they had her. Eva had woken up, was stable. He stepped in as if he was in a dream, afraid of everything disappearing and waking up to an empty, cold bed.

But it wasn't a dream.

"Don't you look as if you have seen a ghost, huh?"

Now the words in his arm made sense.

YOU, MY FRIEND, OPENED THE COWBOY AU AND  I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY BECAUSE HERE WE FUCKING GO 

AAAAAAAAAAH BUT CONSIDER

Ona will travel the whole earth, move mountains, survive hell... anything, to save her sister. Her last letter was a month and a half ago, and they used to send each other letters almost every week. She must admit she was wary of this handsome man her sister often talked about– Ona wasn’t stupid, Cel was pretty and carried an aura of sophistication and class Ona would never achieve in a million years, so if some stinky man wooed her, it wouldn’t surprise her. 

Still, she didn’t like baboons drooling on her sister, even if Ona knew Cel was perfectly capable to take care of herself. But this time... something felt off.

Ona left her tiny, uneventful life to go in search of her kidnapped sister. Cel would never disappear or run away with a man without telling her first. Both sisters shared secret words in their letters in case something needed to be... private. But no clue, no nothing. She vanished.

Ona learned life is hard in the wild west, and she learned the hard way, but that would not stop her from finding her sister. Going from town to town, asking around, hearing all the gossips, making some men talk (Ona was scary with a knife)... she got a clue.

Someone mistook her for her sister, a drunken man rambling about how they played him, took everything from him, even his horse, and vanished from town last week. The man kept babbling until Ona grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and made sure he described in vivid detail who was they. Who was the man her sister was with. Ona found herself a wanted poster of the man in question, double checking it with the now sober drunken man and the local sheriff. Ona finally got a name.

Richard Anderson.

Famous outlaw. Leader of one of the most dangerous active gangs in the wild, wild west. Handsome devil.

Ona saw red.

She was going to strangle Anderson with her own hands.

There were only two towns far away they could have gone, judging by the time they were there and that they went on horseback, no carriages, no long travels. Ona followed her heart and went to the one she had a hunch on. She found Anderson.

Ona made sure she had Anderson cornered in a tiny room, knife ready, gun loaded and the wanted poster in her hand. It was him. It was Anderson.

...But it seemed she found the wrong Anderson.

This Anderson looked like he wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly, he even had dark eyes, not like the photo of the poster where Richard Anderson had clear ones. And oh yes, he had a fucking sheriff star.

What the FUCK.

“Ma’am? You alright?” Anderson had no clue why a tired, desert dirty and angry woman would come at him ready to skin him alive. Although she looked a little bit familiar.

Ona didn’t say a word, staring at the wanted poster and back at the confused man in front of her. Ona let go of him, taking a few steps back. She definitely should take her drinking down a notch.

“You... You are not Richard Anderson.”

Ah. Anderson understood now.

“You may be mistaking me by my brother, ma’am.”

Oh.

Oh.

“My name is Connor, Connor Anderson. May I please have your name before you gut me like a river fish?”

“Ona.”

“Ona...?” Connor tried to be friendly, not knowing how much of a wild card Ona was.

“Ona Boix. I’m looking for my sister. Cel. Same face as mine, freckles on the other side.” Ona looked at the sheriff star. “Your brother kidnapped her. Take me to him, now.”

Boix? Ah, that explained the slight accent Connor found in her voice. She wasn’t from here. She also did not beat around the bush.

Connor was going to strangle Richard for getting him into his messes.

“Only, and only, if you promise to not kill him the moment you see him.”

Ona raised a brow as she scoffed, offended.

“Excuse me? Your brother took–”

“Yes, I know. I heard you.” Connor stopped her, raising his hands in a gesture to calm her down. “But you have to promise.”

“Why?” Ona was impatient. She was so close to finally reach her sister.

“Because I’m going to kill him first.”

“Oh.”

Later they found out Cel did not run away, but willingly went with Richard and his gang. They made a terrific duo, true partners in crime, and went to every poker game to pluck every unlucky competitor they had. Cel was pretty, Cel looked absolutely stunning on Richard’s arm, and Cel made sure all their eyes were on her so Richard could do his thing unnoticed. In the end, only Richard would touch her, kiss her, as all those lonely and thirsty men wanted. They would bath in their money bills and jewels.

Connor had to drag Ona away before she beheaded Richard, screaming bloody murder. He also wanted Richard to escape so he could have yet another talk with him, and for Ona to have a chance to properly talk to her sister without an audience and the anger poisoning her veins.

Ona still wants to kick Richard’s ass and Connor couldn’t be happier someone wanted to help him do it. He’s tired to be the big brother worrying and taking care of his idiot and rebel little brother who decided to keep the outlaw life. He stepped away from it, Richard should too before he was killed. Connor did not want to bury his brother.

BASICALLY CEL AND RICHARD ARE THE FUCKING POWER COUPLE FUCKING PEOPLE UP. RUNNING A GANG. CONNOR IS AN EX-OUTLAW TRYING TO KEEP A LOW PROFILE BUT ONA DRAGS HIM INTO A “I’M GONNA MURDER YOUR BROTHER” QUEST WHERE THEY FALL IN LOVE ADMIRE EACH OTHER’S STRENGTHS.

In the end they all get along. Ona is terrific at poker. Richard wants to recruit her.

Also, I had to get this outta my head:

The Kings were growing incredibly frustrated, which only made the other fae nervous. The whole kingdom knew they could be quite whimsical, and when they wanted something, they had it. They would pursue whatever was that they wanted and employ all the tricks known to this day.

So, how this human mortal managed to escape from their grasp every time was something the fae found both extremely skilful and reckless. This human’s knowledge of them, their kind and their laws, their tricks, was not mere coincidence. She knew. But at the same time she kept playing with fire, because she sometimes seemed like she forgot that fae can be quite mischievous and not all that benevolent.

“Thank you kindly, Your Majesties,” she began, that infuriating and knowing smirk on her lips. “for wanting to show me another path home. I must decline, Your Majesties. As you see, I do not find myself lost.” She turned on her heels, bowing, the necklace her grandmother gave her dangling from her neck, with all the respect she could muster while trying not to burst out laughing. They were getting more ridiculous with each encounter.

The Fae Kings wearing such sour expressions gave a thrill to Ona, knowing they could do not do anything to her on her human realm; a promise was a promise, and Faes do not break their promises. 

Their will-o'-the-wisps did not work, clicking their tongues in irritation while making them disappear. Ona chuckled, sitting down on her favourite tree trunk of the clearing. She crossed her legs and propped her elbow on the raised knee, holding her head in her hand, still smiling. The light summer breeze made the skirt of her sundress gently flow by it, revealing more smooth, sun-kissed skin. Cheeky, like her. She waited.

The Fae Kings stepped out of the shadows they were hiding in, their eyes briefly looking down to the basket next to her, to lock them up with hers again. To the simpler eye they would look human, but the moment you actually looked at them, you’d notice all the little details screaming not human. The most prominent one was the way their eyes glowed, the brown on one of the Kings bordering on gold, and the icy blue of the other shining like a sapphire. Unnatural colours for humans, beautiful for faeries. As always, their royal clothes were impeccable, their capes silently moving behind them with the famous golden fairy dust scattered over the fibres. Their wings reflected the moonlight in such an exquisite way.

Ona’s grandmother was right, one should never talk to handsome, strange men in the forest, but Lord, they were handsome, and it was rare to be blessed by the Kings’ presence. They took a strange liking to her which Ona didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing. 

Ona came prepared after the first time she encountered the Fae Kings, knowing that day she was lucky to not have been tricked by them, but her grandmother taught her well and prepared her for the moment the Kings decided to show themselves, and she made sure Ona always carried a charm with her; this way they could never enchant her to step into their kingdom and be whisked away, never be seen again. 

As the Fae Kings approached her, Ona nonchalantly stood up and dusted off the skirt of her sundress, ignoring that they were stepping close to her, but knowing they could not harm her in any way while she remained in the human realm. Ona bent down to her basket, taking out the picnic blanket her grandmother made for her, and laid it out on the healthy grass while still keeping her back on them. Ona took off her shoes, letting the cold grass relieve her of the summer heat, humming contentedly. When she turned around, Ona was faced by the two Fae Kings standing directly in her personal space, looking down at her with twin vexed frowns. If Ona dared to take a deep breath, their chests would touch. From being this close, Ona could smell the indistinctive scent of the forest in them, earthly and fresh, but also deep with a hint of danger in it, as well as see the way their alabaster skin glimmered under the moonlight as if they were dusted by the finest glitter. It was barely there, but Ona had many occasions to observe their skin up-close to notice it. It was beautiful.

“I brought some snacks,” she spoke, eyes darting quickly to the gold-eyed King’s mouth to return them to were they where before. She could see his nostrils flare slightly, knowing he was containing himself. There it was, the thrill of the danger, of not getting them get their way for once, even if that may doom her for the moment they did, and that tension between them that even a butter knife could cut in two. “But I thought that maybe Your Majesties could be amenable to share them under the night sky, if they so please.” Still, she was careful to not fall in their debt or disrespect. As her grandma taught her, always have a plan B. Never give them a reason so they can decant the scale in their favour.

Ona never broke off her gaze from theirs as she sat on the blanket, sighing contentedly as she also felt the coolness of the grass on her legs and hands. Sometimes they stayed, sometimes they parted taking the goods with them. It seemed this time they would stay, as they sat down on each side of her. Ona took the basket from behind her and put it on her lap. When she opened it, the three of them were greeted by pastries and all kind of bakery goods, the smell making the Kings mouth’s water slightly.

“This one has blueberry jam in it,” the gold-eyed King took it from her hands, earning him a snort from the human. He ignored it, taking a bite. “and this one has strawberry jam, very delicious.” the blue-eyed King took it, doing the same as the other monarch. “I guess I have the apple pie for myself then.” Ona took a bite of it, moaning as the sweetness of the pastry coated her tongue. “Damn, they turned out good.”

Usually they wouldn’t speak much, only when they tried to trick her into giving out her name. It was a pity, she liked their voices, but she usually filled for their silences. Leaving the other portion of the apple pie for the Fae Kings, Ona laid herself down on the blanket, looking at the beautiful starry night on the sky. The crickets made a charming summer orchestra, making her smile.

Ona closed her eyes, letting the calmness of nature lull her into a slight stupor, enjoying the breeze cooling her heated body; she was glad she put on a sundress today. Ona always brought a shawl in case the forest nights grew too cold in summer, but tonight was a particularly warm night. Ona doesn’t know how many hours passed, but it was being quite an enjoyable night. Sometimes she could hear the Kings murmur between themselves, not understanding a lick of their language, but it meant she could listen to them speak. 

She must have fallen asleep, because Ona woke up to a warm pressure being pressed into the corner of her lips, twice.

“A gift.”

“A symbol of gratitude.”

Ona opened her eyes to find herself alone, but with something draped over her. 

It was one of the King’s cape. 

She smiled, putting it on her shoulders on her way home, finding the basket empty and her shawl gone too. She still could taste blueberry and strawberry jam on her lips, making her blush slightly and her heart skip a beat. It was hazardous situation, but addicting.

AHHHHH HI HON, I’M HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE :DDDD

BUT ASDHJKFHASDKFHKSD THANKS! 🥺I’m so happy you enjoy it. I’m really invested in it and have SO MUCH to write and draw about that I’m so impatient to show you all ahhhhh

Thank you for your ask ;v; I’m sick and feeling so fucking awful but it made my day better!!

EVERYONE READ QUEEN OF DEMONS

WE HATE MEN.

Seriously I want to punch Eva’s father so bad because he’s such a fucking bastard. With a metal chair.

Who’s with me.

Oooooohohohoho just wait until you read a certain chapter I have written out, because you will want to hug Eva and give a thumbs up yo Erwin for being a good boi. We stan respectful boss being an absolute sweetheart 👌