WMMAP Stuff

[baanrili]

Athy: I need a friend, someone who can protect me from Claude. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have!

Lucas: *maniacal laughter*

[ink7blot]

Lucas: why ask for an angel when you can BE one?

Lucas: *sends her hurtling through the air*

[lithi]

Ksksks two dummies

(Source: chapters 18 and 85)

[michellemagic]

When you think WMMAP is a regular Isekai of a Korean woman becoming a book character:

When it’s actually Athy who after dying, was so depressed in her second life she ended it again, and is now suffering as Athy again:

[athanasia-is-best-girl]

sir i know i simped over you like a month ago but now i sincerely want to stab you.

so please, rip.

[athanasia-is-best-girl]

🥺🔪🔪

my dudes and duddettes, is it wrong to simp a villain while still wanting to stab him? no.

[lithi]

Ngl when I read “His Majesty, the Sun of Obelia” I always think of Louis XIV aka the Sun King and the picture one of my teachers showed us in class in elementary school.

So huh, yeah, maybe I have an easy humour but imaging Claude in that outfit makes me laugh very much HAHAHHAHAHAHAGASHSGSBAB

[lithi]

Lucas: When crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it’s « intelligent » and « really cool », but when I do it, I’m « petty » and « need to move on ». Tch.

[lithi]

Athanasia: How can you leave me like this, Lucas?

Lucas: I have no choice, princess. I have to find the World Tree.

Athanasia, grabbing Blackie: did you even think about our child?!

Lucas, sighing: He is a dog, Athy.

Athanasia: He has your eyes...!

[lithi]

Lucas: Hey, do you wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Athanasia:

Lucas: Huh, is that a no?

Athanasia: Sorry. Did you expect...

Lucas:

Athanasia: A reaction?

Lucas:

Lucas: Marry me.

[hwang-lucas]

Lucas: you gotta make them think you're stronger than you actually are.

Ezekiel: is that your tactic against me?

Lucas: Me? Oh, no. My power is no illusion. I can fucking demolish you.

[shizumae]

Claude: so you think she's the one for me?

Felix *while smiling*: Lady Diana? absolutely, your majesty

Claude *smug*: i think so too—

Felix *still smiling*: she's tons of fun and you're no fun at all, you balance each other

[alicehattera03]

Yo, what about Anastacius being yandere for Claude? Regardless if it's platonic or not, I just think it's an interesting concept. What if Anastacius turned his family and everyone else against Claude because he wanted to be the only one his brother could rely on? What if he loved him too much but this love was dark and twisted and entirely selfish?

It’s definitely an interesting concept omg!!! I could definitely see it happening like Claude running to his brother after a day of being bullied and he’s crying, ofc Anastasius is ridiculously happy to be able to soothe him (in his own twisted way). 

“It’s alright Claude.” His eyes gleam in the dark as he pets the golden hair so much like his own. “Everything will be okay. You have me.” And Claude, none the wiser of his brother’s nefarious deeds, hugs him tightly as his tears fall. Only his brother was on his side in this scary palace. Only his brother would protect him. Forever. As Anastasius holds him, his heart thrums a rhythm that only he could hear, a smile as wicked as they come spreading across his dark and beautiful face. 

How he had gotten rid of those courtiers who had dared to stand up for Claude. How he had heard whispers of a rumor that the throne wouldn’t go to him because Claude was a genius, and so he sends his men to slaughter them all. How Claude was always left alone at balls because the people attending knew that there were swords held to their family’s throats, back home. Perfect little Claude always alone and scared, only relying on his brother, relying only on him. Anastasius had made it that way. And he would keep it that way.

[alicehattera03]

how about an au or headcanon (whatever your prefer!) of lp claude realizing his mistakes? so he drops athy's execution and tries everything to reconcile with her but athy does not care anymore.. i hope u know that ur one of my fave authors and its my daily routine to check your tumblr and ao3 account if u posted, stay safe and healthy! <33

SCREAMINGGGG INTO THE VOID OH ENDLESS PAIN AND COLD ATHY TO THE RESCUEEEEE ANON ILY TYSM STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY!!!! <333

Fandom: WMMAP/Who made me a princess

Ship/Genre: No ship,gen/ LP AU

Word count: 1.02k 

Claude can feel something cold slither up his spine, a darkness that he could not shake away, and the dizzying fog that seems to always hover in his head clears up as he watches the blonde haired princess kneel before him as he starts to sentence her to execution. But something stops him, just as he raises his hand to motion for the guards to take her away in chains.

Fear.

Something was terribly wrong here, and Claude could feel it in his very bones, in the air he breathed, the way the audience room was dead silent as he stood up. “Innocent.” A single word, yet, it changed a destiny. A fate that was predetermined was no more.

The second princess of the Obelian Empire had been pardoned of her so-called crimes of treason towards the crown, and was even sent to the Emerald Palace. Many wondered if their emperor was alright in the head.

Why had he suddenly changed his ways? What was going on in that head of his? They don’t dare to question him however, he was still the ruler who could make their heads fly with a single wave of his hand. They bowed before him, and kept their mouths shut, their eyes screwed tightly closed. If they had to bow to the second princess in exchange for their lives, they would do it.

Jennette stirs from her coma not a week after the audience room’s meeting and finds that there was a new occupant in the Emerald Palace in which she resided in. Her blonde haired sister, always keeping to the shadows, not making a fuss, had been pardoned, but of course. She hadn’t been the one to poison her, Jennette was glad. But only for so long.

Why was she still in the Emerald Palace? Jennette was the crown princess even if it hadn’t been officially announced yet, and her sister had been labelled as unworthy since her birth. So why was it that their father was suddenly so attentive to her sister?

Jennette sees the way his visits for tea slim down to a miniscule appearance of once a week, then once every two, then none at all. Her dresses and jewels are less extravagant, the way she had wanted them originally, but now they were nothing but an eyesore as she watched her sister gain rooms full of clothes and jewelry fitted for her form.

Athanasia. She who had the name of the heir, and Jennette’s only adversary to the throne. Jennette had never wanted it, in all sincerity, she had thought she only needed father’s love and she would be content with life. But she knew that only one princess would be needed as the heir, and she had to make sure it was her. She was God’s favorite. She sits back in her seat and at ease, sips on her tea. He would make the cogs turn for her.

Claude’s pen drags along the papers as Felix opens the door for Athanasia. She isn’t awkward in the way she sits on the chair opposite his own, how Felix, nervous, closes the door behind him on his way out. She sits primly, her hands folded in her lap, the epitome of a princess, but her gem eyes are cold and dead. His pen snaps in his hand, and she hands him a new one. He nearly startles at how cold her hand is compared to his. An unfeeling princess.

He doesn’t let his emotions show on his face as he shifts uneasily in his chair before handing her a stack of documents. “Go through them.” She accepts them with both hands, and he recognizes the jewelry that she has on, at least she had adorned them on herself? There was no way a young girl like herself would refuse them, and Claude turns back to his work, slightly relieved that it seemed to be working.

He doesn’t see the eyes that gaze upon his hair with a wretched look of disgust before they too, turn to the papers that needed sorting. Because Athanasia was a learned princess. She would show him. She would show all of them.

And she does.

She stands upon the bloodied carpet leading up to the throne that she had kneeled before so long ago. She wipes the blood off her cheek with the back of her hand, a ring leaving behind a scrape that stings as she slowly stalks up to the golden throne that shone underneath the moonlight.

Her father’s corpse still warm upon the throne, she strokes his hair before roughly tugging on it to hear his body tumble onto the floor near Jennette’s cold form. Jennette who had screamed at her, sweet, lovely Jennette who had hated her in the end.

Her father, Claude, who had pleaded for them to be a happy family. “Athanasia, please.” How he said he had tried to make it up to her. How he must have been mad when he had ignored her, loathed her, for all those years. She knew that he had tried. But Athanasia doesn’t care about that.

Doesn’t care that he called her name for the first and last time as her mana stops his heart. Doesn’t care that he lets her mana grasp around his beating heart, and even as those gem eyes of his close, he still reaches out for her with a painfully aching voice. “Athanasia- I’m sorry, forgive me.” She had stopped those useless emotions when she was made to kneel before his throne.

Her mana still sparks blue as she sits upon that warm, comforting gold. Gold, which wouldn’t ever betray her. Her head held up high with that heavy crown upon her flowing gold locks. Her gem eyes were ice as she gripped the tall scepter and announced her reign to the Empire. Her empire now.

“My name is Athanasia de Alger Obelia.” She breathes in once more, her voice echoing around the room filled with the scent of death and blood that had been her doing.

                     “And today is the beginning of my reigning year.”

[alicehattera03]

can i request an lp au in which Anastacius reveals himself, the truth abt Jenette and gave Claude's locked memories back on his bday banquet, Anastacius took all of Claude's dark magic and mana leaving him unable to fight back. Claude and everyone was terrified but suddenly, Athanasia barges in, and they thought that the princess they disrespected and mocked was going to save them from the previous emperor but she was actually an accomplice. i love you and don't forget to take care of youself!

ANON LP VERSE UGH SO GOOD- ILY 2!!! I WILL TAKE CARE OF MYSELF AHHH TYSM!!!! YOU TOO, STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY!!!! (Cause this is dedicated to anon and novel claude who said I will drink poison if it’s you who gave it to me- MM mayhaps we were robbed-)

Fandom: WMMAP/Who made me a princess

Ship/Genre: No ship, gen/ LP AU, angst

Word count: 750

The audience room is terrifyingly cold. Their emotions running high and rampant as hundreds of eyes look from one end of the room to the other, their breaths stifled, hoping to kill their presence in the standstill that two people were currently having in front of them. 

Two emperors locked eyes on the other, and everything was still. 

And then Claude’s hand reaches out with a speed that he didn’t know he still had, his mana crackling with a fury that would raze the empire to the ground, and finds himself choking on the mass of dark mana that surrounded him. Anastasius quirks his lips up, amused by his little brother’s futile struggle, and decides to give him the one thing he might have desired most, perhaps that too was in the past. But he would still give it to him. 

Locked in place as he feels his throat close up from the suffocating mana that was leaving him, Claude feels something pierce his head, and he lurches forward, eyes wide. Diana- Athanasia, chimera- fakefalseitcouldn’tbefakefakeithadtobefaKEFAKE. 

Athanasia enters the room, her gem eyes were cold, as if not seeing the hundreds of nobles begging for mercy, and her heels click against the floor before it meets soft carpeting. “It’s her highness, Athanasia! Please, your highness, save us! Please!” Their voices are filled with a light, strange feeling. Hope. Something she had long since forgotten it seems. When she refuses to answer them, they backpedal. 

Her heart winces at the way they plead for her to look their way, how they were sorry for laughing at her, so sorry for disrespecting her- but she blocks her ears and continues fowards. She stands next to Anastasius, looking up at him with an odd look in her eyes, and he pats her on the shoulder. “Go on then, dear niece.” The nobles fall silent at the sight, their princess wasn’t on their side. A feeling of collective betrayal falls over the crowd, and some can’t understand why she would choose to do such a thing. But those with a conscience look away, for they know why.

She hadn’t been on the side of the angels or the demons. She was only on her own side. And when they hadn’t helped her, of course she wouldn’t help them. She was only here for one thing, and then she would say her farewells to this empire. It had to be done. 

“This was always going to happen, daddy. One way or another, I was going to leave you.” A tear slides down her cheek, her eyes still cold as her voice, and she doesn’t seem to notice the salt upon her lips as she continues. “But still, I thought of you as a good father for these years.” He shakes on the throne, the memories still rushing through his head. His voice escapes him at last. “Athanasia, wait-” A small smile on her face, she could feel freedom licking at her ankles. “In the end, this was how we were meant to be. Goodbye, daddy.”

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Claude was powerless against everything that was happening, he couldn’t speak, his voice was cut, and he watched as Athanasia moved further and further away after getting Anastasius’s approval.. Just like that time at her debutante. But he knew that this time, if she moved out of his sight, he would never see her again. The fates- ah the fates were cruel, you see. 

Anastasius watches his niece leave her father behind, silently laughing on the inside because until the very end, he never tells her that her father’s memories had returned. He wonders to himself, would she too, break apart if he tells her of what she’s done?

 He chuckles before setting fire to the room. He could always build a new throne room. Black magic swirling up to the ceiling as he slammed the doors shut to the sound of screams, and desperate pounding as he watches the smoke escape from the small gaps under the doors. Exhilarating. 

A single sentence repeating in his mind, the mortal body that locks him in place releases him as he passes. “Goodbye, daddy.” He hadn’t wanted to hear that again. Never again. And the lone figure sits upon the throne, surrounded by figures dancing within the blackened flames of Anastasius, and his gem eyes still stare at the doors as his flesh melts away, exposing bone as Claude rasps out his last words.

                                            “Goodbye, Athanasia.”

[lithi]

So..........

[lithi]

In Throne by @toisiit

Claude, trying to give advice to Athanasia: You gotta learn to love yourself.

Athanasia: Don’t you hate yourself?

Claude: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

[athanasia-is-best-girl]

lucas and athy playing with each other's hair–