#Wilderness Need Protection

[ravensvalley]

#Wolverine

So have you ever seen a Canadian Wolverine? Well me, it's only the second time that I have encountered one in 40 years of living in the forest. They have such a beautiful and thick fur that I can't help myself thinking of peting him. And have you noticed the size of his claws? They look similar to the one of a Grizzly, so cool.

And yes, I know, the chives have seen some better days but the 2 pots of red hot pepper are amazing and this summer season they will explode outside.

@BenAdrienProulx May 9, 2025.

[lottienatqueensofhell]

I've been trying to process my love for LottieNat lately. I'm in my feels about them and the fact they are so interwoven and connected to each other. They are two sides of the same coin. Ying-Yang.

The Believer and the Non-Believer. The Prophet and the Hunter. Two Queens. Escaping vs Grounding. Spiritual and Logical. Wilderness and Supernatural.

Nat doesn't believe that the wilderness is a thing and that they are just trying to survive she's trying to make sense of everything. Lottie believes the wilderness is guiding them and in her way is trying to protect Nat and the rest of the group because who knows what she's seen. We know she has seen things and they have connected to having things happen.

They have their roles and both are there to support and help the group. Lottie wants to make sure everyone is okay and protected and shes doing what she can to help with that. Her visions scare her they make her worry. Nat is feeding and providing for them because that's her role, it's what she knows how to do. She doesn't know what's going to happen but she'll do what she can.

They both were leaders but for different reasons. They needed each other to help balance themselves out. You can't guide without thinking logically but you also can't lead if you can't be in the moment. They also need someone who can make tough calls and plan for the future and expect the unexpected. They are the Queens they are leading and guiding each other.

Natalie relied on drugs and alcohol before the wilderness and after. She used it as a way to escape from everything but when in the wilderness she was put together and able to think logically and do what needed to be done. Lottie needed her medication to function before the wilderness because it's what she was raised and taught. She didn't have it and she connected to the world around her and became one with it. Where Nat was focused and ready Lottie was connecting and embracing.

It goes without saying that Nat is the Logical of the group. She's able to think about things logically and calmly. Lottie is so deeply spiritual she was able to form a cult and help those around by healing in that way.

Lottie is the Supernatural. She is connecting to something we don't understand and never will understand. She is has visions and is a psychic in a sense. Nat is thriving in the Wilderness because it is her. She knows how to survive it, she's lead the girls out of the dark winter.

Nat lost her purpose when she left the wilderness and returned to who she was before not wanting to be a part of it anymore. Lottie came back fighting to remain connected because that was her purpose in her mind. She's a vessel for the Wilderness and wanted to remain such.

They were both chosen by the Wilderness for different reason. One to speak for it and one to protect it. One has embraced being chosen and one hasn't. Who knows how the Wilderness will feel with one being gone.

[slipperywhenwet0o0]

i have shauna shipman and remus lupin on the mind

hmmmmmm something is brewing

[petalsfordany]

thinking about lottie desperately saying to nat “just because you don’t understand something doesn’t make it evil” when she’s been struggling to understand herself and her illness/abilities with and without her medication her entire life and being told by her parents for years that it’s shameful and a bad thing and… anyway I’m gonna go cry about lottie matthews again

[lingeringscars]

also i think part of why shauna wants power so badly is for that control. she hasn't had any control over anything since coming to the wilderness, and she's finally starting to find her voice and power and wants to live in that. she was voiceless for a long time, but she is the butcher and she has suffered, and she wants that to be recognized.

but she also is driven by this thought of...if she were in charge then her baby will stop being used. she has to sit by and listen as people talk about this sacrifice, this loss that she had that is being touted as a good thing. as something that has helped all of them. but it is crushing to her; she will never get to meet her baby boy. her hallucination was of him, of trying to get to him, and she never will.

she still doesn't trust any of them because she passed out. she holds ben accountable for walking away, leaving her vulnerable (and I have a lot of empathy for him in that moment, but shauna doesn't have to! none of the girls do! he was the adult figure, and in that moment, they were all scared teenage girls looking to him for help, and he did fail them! he couldn't; he wasn't capable, but they don't need to understand that when they had to help shauna through birth on their own. where travis and others called to the wilderness for help, and shauna got through it after, why could they ever trust that ben has their backs? he was their coach, and he let them down). and then her baby got turned into some martyr and proof of the religion. of course she's angry. of course she can't be around them.

and if she gets to lead them, she can make it so they never use her baby's name this way again.

[enchantd]

i think i have finally learned to appreciate robin currently crying over the way she sings “way to go tiger”

[catssluvr]

wilderness nat scatorccio dating headcanons <3

⭑.ᐟ Sleeps by your side since the beginning, holding you with a tight grip against her. You could practically share a sleeping bag from how close you sleep.

⭑.ᐟ Holds you extra tight after long days, as if afraid that if she lets go you might disappear. Fingers gripping your shirt while her nose buries into your hair, taking you in just like she’s done a million times before.

⭑.ᐟ Teaches you how to hunt so you get to spend more time together, anything to prevent you from being apart for long.

⭑.ᐟ Quite literally defends you against everyone else, doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right. Will protect you with everything she has, even from the other or the wilderness if she has to.

⭑.ᐟ Sneaking out to go to the lake early in the warm mornings when everyone is asleep so you can wash each other and have a moment alone.

⭑.ᐟ Loves it when you braid her hair out of her face when it’s particularly hot, being happy that she can help you not feel bored while also getting her hair played with.

⭑.ᐟ You have an assigned tree that you both like to sit under. Nat has you laying across her chest while you two whisper about the future you’ll share when rescue comes.

⭑.ᐟ Still in the tree matter, it’s for sure her favorite spot to have a hot make out against. Will literally appear out of nowhere when you’re waiting for her and pin you against it just to smash her lips against yours, smiling against them when you gasp in surprise.

⭑.ᐟ Also takes you to the crashed plane often so you can both just hang out and be silly away from everyone else when it gets too much.

⭑.ᐟ Cuts you off multiple times when you’re rambling about something random just because she thinks you did something cute mid sentence like scrunching your nose.

“that’s *kiss* too *kiss* fucking *kiss* cute *kiss*, doll”

⭑.ᐟ Calls you sweetheart and baby with that raspy but gentle voice when it’s just the two of you. But you know she’s about to tease you as soon as she starts calling you doll or lover.

“Hey, lover. Looking smoking hot today ;)”

⭑.ᐟ Since there aren’t a lot of ways to entertain yourselves in the middle of nowhere, you’ll both re-tell the stories of books you’ve read or movies you’ve watched before the crash.

⭑.ᐟ Talks Travis’ ears off when they go on hunts with things about you, telling him every little detail that she adores about you (there’s quite a lot of them). He pretends to be annoyed but he’s secretly glad she finds a way to be happy with everything that’s happening.

⭑.ᐟ On spring, she will bring you flowers and berries that she catches on the way back from a hunt. There isn’t much she can give you from the lack of options so she puts effort into making you feel appreciated.

⭑.ᐟ On cold nights Nat enjoys sitting with you by the fireplace, both of you bundled up in the same blanket with arms linked and hands holding each other. Her cold nose will nuzzle your cheek as she presses her smile onto your jaw.

⭑.ᐟ Winter takes a tool on her and you’re the only one who’s helping to keep her sane, if she feels overwhelmed you are who she will seek immediately.

⭑.ᐟ When her and Travis start looking for Javi, spending full days away, she gives you one of her hair bands that you use as a necklace to fell closer to her.

“i think you should have this, i’ll feel protected by my very own angel. okay?”

⭑.ᐟ When she’s chosen to be a leader, she starts needing your comfort even more. Always listens carefully to your advice and sometimes can’t help herself but to crumble into tears into the comfort of your embrace.

⭑.ᐟ Nat probably cares more about your safety than her own and every night she catches herself praying that at least you get saved from the hell it is to live with the wilderness and everyone else as a matter of fact.

“Please, please, please, just spare her at least”. She whispers to herself with a deep breath.

[ravensvalley]

#JackRabbit

It is said that Jackrabbits can run up to 45 mph (72km/h), just fast enought to avoid coyotes, wildcats and other predators; and that's amazing. So long life to our morning runner friend of the Mountainous Parts of the Northern Hemisphere.

Oh, and seasonnal colors almost acquired btw.

@BenAdriernProulx April 22, 2025.

[astrologydray]

Lilith through the Degrees😫😫

0° – The Raw Rebel

Lilith’s energy is undiluted and intense here. This person is unapologetically rebellious and often triggers strong reactions from others without trying. They exude raw, untamed power.

1° – The Independent One

Lilith at this degree craves absolute independence. There’s a fearless, pioneering quality, but also a tendency to push others away due to a “me against the world” mindset.

2° – The Sensual Siren

A deeply magnetic energy—whether consciously or not, these people attract strong desires and obsessions from others. There’s a connection to pleasure, beauty, and indulgence.

3° – The Trickster

Lilith at this degree has a playful but chaotic nature. There’s an ability to manipulate situations, often without even realizing it. Words and wit are weapons here.

4° – The Silent Power

A deeply reserved yet unshakable presence. They don’t need to scream to be intimidating—just their energy alone makes people respect (or fear) them.

5° – The Free Spirit

Lilith here refuses to be boxed in by tradition or rules. There’s a strong urge to break societal norms, especially regarding gender roles, relationships, or creative expression.

6° – The Forbidden Healer

Lilith at this degree has a deep connection to pain, healing, and transformation. They may attract wounded souls or play the role of a guide, but their wisdom often comes from personal suffering.

7° – The Seductive Mind

A mix of mystery and intelligence—people with this placement can be dangerously charming. They know exactly what to say to pull others in (or push them away).

8° – The Power Player

Lilith at 8° is all about control, dominance, and influence. These individuals either own their power or find themselves caught in power struggles with others.

9° – The Untamed Dreamer

A deeply idealistic yet rebellious energy. This person may struggle with feeling trapped in reality, constantly seeking a life that is wilder, freer, and more meaningful.

10° – The Social Rule-Breaker

Lilith here challenges societal structures. They may be known for rejecting authority, questioning norms, or reshaping institutions in a way that benefits the “outsiders.”

11° – The Unpredictable One

This degree gives Lilith an erratic, electric energy. Others can’t predict them, and that makes them both intriguing and intimidating. There’s a genius-madness balance here.

12° – The Illusionist

Lilith at 12° is skilled at blending in while secretly staying untamed. They can play the role society expects, only to break free when least expected. A master of deception.

13° – The Boundary Destroyer

This placement rejects restrictions—whether it’s in relationships, spirituality, or lifestyle choices. They may also struggle with blurred personal boundaries, either craving total control or none at all.

14° – The Enigmatic Siren

A powerful mix of intellect and seduction. These people often have a quiet magnetism that makes others curious about them. They attract attention without even trying.

15° – The Shadow Walker

Lilith at 15° moves between light and darkness with ease. They may feel drawn to taboo topics, the occult, or hidden power structures. Their presence alone can feel haunting.

16° – The Unchained Heart

They crave absolute emotional and physical freedom. Relationships must be equal and liberating, or they’ll run. This degree can also make them immune to emotional manipulation.

17° – The Disruptor

Lilith here embodies chaos as a catalyst for change. They may struggle with constantly being “too much” for others, but their rebellious energy forces necessary growth.

18° – The Dark Visionary

A deep connection to hidden truths, psychic insights, and underground power. Lilith at this degree often challenges people’s comfort zones with their ideas, art, or energy.

19° – The Siren’s Curse

Magnetic but dangerous—Lilith at 19° attracts obsessive energy from others. They have an intense, hypnotic aura but must learn to protect their own energy from toxicity.

20° – The Unforgiving One

Lilith here holds grudges forever. If betrayed, they will burn bridges without hesitation. Others may see them as cold or detached, but they simply refuse to tolerate disrespect.

21° – The Wild Wanderer

They reject routine, comfort zones, and anything that feels too safe. Lilith at 21° is a cosmic drifter, always searching for a new thrill, experience, or untamed passion.

22° – The Ruthless Strategist

Lilith at this degree is calculating, patient, and in full control of their power. They don’t act impulsively—they move like a chess player, always ten steps ahead.

23° – The Hypnotic Rebel

A rebellious nature that draws people in rather than pushing them away. They challenge norms so effortlessly that others feel naturally compelled to follow them.

24° – The Forbidden Lover

A highly seductive yet elusive energy. This placement often involves themes of taboo love, forbidden attraction, or power struggles in relationships.

25° – The Untouchable One

They have an air of mystique and danger that makes others obsessed—but they remain emotionally distant. People want to figure them out, but they rarely let anyone in.

26° – The Unbreakable Force

Lilith at 26° is resilient and relentless. No matter how many times they’re knocked down, they come back stronger. Others may fear their ability to rise from the ashes.

27° – The Subtle Destroyer

They don’t look like a troublemaker, but their mere presence challenges the status quo. Their power lies in their quiet defiance—they dismantle systems from the inside.

28° – The Cosmic Witch

Lilith here is deeply spiritual, intuitive, and connected to the unseen. They often feel like an outsider in this world, drawn to magic, astrology, or esoteric knowledge.

29° – The Fated Femme Fatale

A karmic placement—Lilith at 29° feels destined for intense, transformative experiences. They may struggle with being either feared or desired, but never ignored.

[deathofacupid]

synopsis: heian!era sukuna x blind reader, where he is undoubtedly sure that you wouldn't love him if you could see him. a/n: @salsakiyoomi, thought of you while writing this! i know you love sukuna, here's a gift for you. hope you're having a better day! banner credits to @/dollywons.

the air in the ancient chamber hung thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of something wilder, something that clung to sukuna like a phantom limb.

he held you close, your small form nestled against his chest, your breathing soft and even. you were a delicate bloom in his brutal world, a splash of vibrant color against the monochrome backdrop of his existence. he was a creature of shadows, a being woven from malice and power, and you… you were a whisper of sunlight.

he watched you, his crimson eyes burning in the dim light, a stark contrast to the serenity etched on your face. he was a monster, a twisted reflection of humanity, a being whose very presence warped the air around him. and you, his sweet, unsuspecting petal, loved him. the thought was both intoxicating and agonizing.

"tch," he muttered, the sound rumbling in his chest. "if you saw what i looked like, you would not be lying beside me like this." he imagined your soft gasp, the way your eyes, currently closed in peaceful slumber, would widen with horror.

he pictured the revulsion that would twist your delicate features, the fear that would replace the gentle affection you so freely gave. the image was a knife twisting in his gut.

you hummed, a small, contented sound, and snuggled closer. "do not be silly," you murmured, your voice laced with sleepiness.

his brow furrowed. "excuse me?"

"yes," you repeated, your voice gaining a touch more clarity. "whether you would admit it or not, i love you for who you are, 'kuna. there is nothing else to it." you reached a hand up, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the faint scars that marred his cheek.

he flinched at the contact, a visceral reaction to the innocent touch that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

he scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet chamber. "you say that because you are robbed of sight. you have not had the displeasure of seeing the world – seeing me." the words dripped with self-loathing. he imagined the revulsion that would fill your sightless eyes if they were suddenly granted the ability to perceive his true form, the grotesque markings that covered his body, the inhuman gleam in his eyes.

you loved him in the dark, in the comforting absence of his true appearance. it was a love built on a foundation of blissful ignorance.

you stilled, your hand pausing its gentle exploration of his face. "i do not need to see it," you said, your voice soft but firm, "to know it for what it is."

you shifted slightly, your face turning towards him, as if you could see him with your heart. "the world… it whispers to me, 'kuna. i feel its beauty, its pain, its joy, its sorrow. and i feel you. i feel the warmth of your heart, the strength of your spirit, even the darkness that you try so hard to hide. and i love all of it, 'kuna. all of it."

your words were a balm to his tormented soul, yet they also pierced him with the sharpest of pains. he didn't deserve this, this pure, unconditional love. he was a monster, and you were a gift he didn't deserve.

he remained silent, his hold on you tightening almost imperceptibly. he wanted to argue, to push you away, to protect you from the inevitable heartbreak that would come when you finally understood the true depth of his monstrous nature. but he couldn't. he was addicted to your love, to the warmth you brought to his cold, desolate existence.

he knew he was being selfish, clinging to you like a drowning man to a life raft, but he couldn't let you go. not yet. perhaps… perhaps he could keep you in the dark a little longer. perhaps he could bask in the light of your love just a little longer before the inevitable darkness consumed him, and you along with it.

[27spoons]

yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson

what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260

natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.

inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.

"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"

nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.

"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"

her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"

"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"

nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"

your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"

she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”

before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"

you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."

a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."

your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.

and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."

you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 

you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.

nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 

she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 

one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."

"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."

the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"

"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"

"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."

your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"

another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."

you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 

she does.

three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 

nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 

she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 

her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."

[misty-scatorccio]

OBSESSED. but also, i can’t wait for lottie to get super fucking weird about mistynat’s baby and nat getting MAD about it. “keep your cult bullshit away from my kid, lottie!”

I was just reading window seat after this time we’ll get it right and it’s got me thinking about an adult timeline mistynat baby!!

It’s an accident, but imagine Misty finds out and she’s of course shocked, but also…well, maybe Misty just likes the idea of having something so important to take care of. Something that will always tie her to Natalie.

And when she tells Nat, Nat’s like oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Because she definitely didn’t want a kid, but a kid with Misty already sounds like such a terrible idea. Still…no matter how much nat is dreading this, she absolutely refuses to not be in this kid’s life—especially after the way she grew up. Natalie refuses to be anything like her parents, so the pregnancy sort of begrudgingly brings them closer.

But then I keep thinking of protective adult Natalie!! Nat not wanting to care as much as she cares about Misty, but the intensity of this protectiveness she feels over a vulnerable Misty is making her feelings for the blonde impossible to ignore…

Do you see the vision?? 👀

La luna I am staring dead center at the vision. M already swamped writing all these other requests so let’s just do a sneak peak characterization for now

*cracks knuckles *

Nat finding out abt a pregnant Misty would have her spiraling right up until she realizes it’s given her purpose again.

Let’s think about this. Nat would definitely sneak around and start lightly stalking Misty just like she did in the show, but it’s subtle only when the urge can’t be shoved down, only when she leaves care packages, bird feed, and Misty’s favorite foods in on her door step. And then later in her house when she realizes Misty’s getting too big to bend over. She’s frustrated she doesn’t understand-or doesn’t want to understand why she even let herself get into this situation, why she even bothers talking to Misty why she never gave up her secret from the beginning. Why this one woman compels her to do everything she hates and then somehow makes NAT feel bad for HER.

She goes away for a bit to Lottie’s cult thing. She finds community and structure and the wilderness like lifestyle she had tried to bury. The sense of wanting to lead, to be surrounded by those in need. She feels useful. She’s reminded of her drive and why she so desperately clung to the hope and the will to live all those years ago. And then she remembers Misty. The girl who was her savior and demise. Always there always in the background. But fighting every step of the way, helping her hand, guiding her to leadership. Saving her, saving the team, being the reason they might have gotten stuck for so long, being the reason they were rescued.

The tipping scales of fate.

And she goes back home and realizes now her purpose is Misty, Misty and their baby. She goes back home and prepares for the birth.

[lottiesdolly]

antler queen privileges

♡ lottie matthews x reader

You knew something was wrong with Lottie the moment she looked at you, really looked. Like watched you for a good while, looked. Not the kind of glance people gave in passing, but the kind that stripped layers you didn’t know you were wearing.

“You’re cute when you blush,” she said once, voice low and syrup-sweet, like she knew the effect she had on you.

You were helping her gather wildflowers for some ritual she claimed “the wilderness demanded it.” You didn’t ask questions. You never did. Lottie liked that about you; obedient, soft-spoken, easy to mold. She said so herself once, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with fingers that lingered too long. You hadn't forgotten the way her fingers felt, the way you wanted them to linger longer.

“You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, crouching beside you, her eyes glittering with something unreadable. “You wouldn’t lie to me?”

You shook your head, honest as ever. “Of course not.”

She smiled like a predator who’d just heard the trap snap shut.

“Good,” she whispered, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Because I don’t like secrets. Not between us.”

She crouched behind you, silent as a shadow, until her fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward her. Her touch was too warm, too intimate.

“You shouldn’t wander off,” she murmured, her breath tickling your ear. “Bad things live in the woods.”

You watched her with focused eyes, like your gaze couldn't leave her if it wanted to.

You started to speak, but she pressed a finger to your lips, soft and commanding.

“No excuses. You belong where I can see you.” Her smile was laced with something dangerous. “Where I can protect you.”

She smelled like dirt and pine and something faintly sweet, berries maybe, or blood. Her dress was rumpled, hanging off one shoulder, revealing too much sun-kissed skin. You looked away.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” she purred. “You’re always blushing around me. I think it’s adorable.”

Lottie leaned closer, her voice dipping low, velvet and sin.

“Do you know what the wilderness does to girls like you?” Her fingers trailed along your collarbone, feather-light. “It strips you down. Peels away all that good-girl nonsense until you’re raw. Real. Mine.”

Your heart pounded so loud, you were sure she could hear it.

She laughed, soft and delighted. “The woods listen, you know. They see. And they want you with me. The signs are everywhere. You feel it, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but she didn’t need you to. She saw it in your eyes, the fear and the confusion.

"I want to show you something, sweet girl." She whispered, standing and offering her hand.

You allowed her to take your hand and began guiding you into the thicker part of the woods, away from everyone else.

The deeper into the woods Lottie took you, the quieter everything became. The birds stopped singing. The wind didn’t dare rustle the trees. All that was left was the crunch of your footsteps behind hers and the pounding of your heart in your ears.

She led you to a place she said “the others don’t know about,” tucked behind a curtain of moss and low-hanging branches. A strange symbol, carved into the bark of an old tree, marked the spot. You hesitated. Lottie didn’t.

She turned to face you, her hands sliding over your arms, thumbs pressing just a little too hard into your skin.

“See?” she whispered, eyes burning into yours. “It’s just us now. No distractions. No noise. Just you… and me.”

Her voice was soft, and she stepped in close, close enough that your backs brushed the trees. Her fingers trailed down your side...playful, possessive, and when you shivered, she smiled like you’d just passed a test.

“You always let me touch you,” she said, tilting her head. “Even when you’re trembling like a little lamb.”

She leaned in, lips brushing your ear, her breath warm. “Do you like when I do that? When I call you mine?”

You couldn’t speak. You didn’t need to. Your silence only fed her more. You attempted to step forward but Lottie stopped you. She circled behind you, dragging a fingertip along your spine. You froze. Her breath kissed the back of your neck, as she gently landed soft, wet kisses against your skin.

“I’ve been so patient,” she whispered. “Watching you. Waiting for you to figure it out. That you’re mine.”

Her hands slid around your waist, fingers splaying, possessive. “The wilderness doesn’t lie. It wants us. The spirits whisper about you every night.”

"Lottie-" You shivered, whether from the wind or her words, you weren’t sure.

“You feel it too,” she said, and her voice was like honey over poison. “That pull. That ache. I know you dream about me. I know you wonder what I’d do if we were alone like this.”

Her hand moved lower, so low that your breath hitched.

“Say it,” she murmured, lips ghosting your jaw. “Say you want me.”

"I want you Lottie." You admit. Whether out of need or survival, you weren't sure. Besides, Lottie was antler queen.

Lottie’s hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just claiming. Her thumb brushed the hollow there, like she was feeling your pulse pound against her skin.

She tilted your face up, her eyes locked on yours...wild, unblinking, starved. Her grip on you tightened just enough to remind you: you weren’t going anywhere.

And then she kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was fire and hunger and something dark curling beneath your ribs. Her mouth crashed against yours with a desperation that stole your breath. She kissed like she was trying to taste the secrets off your tongue, like she needed to ruin you a little just to prove she could.

Your hands went to her shoulders, desperate to pull her closer, the closest human connection you've had even before the crash.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into her kiss, lips parting yours with practiced ease.

When she finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your head spinning. She was grinning, something wicked...something victorious.

“I knew you’d taste like that,” she murmured, voice thick. “So fucking innocent. Like something I shouldn’t touch.”

Her eyes flicked over you, lazy and lingering. “But I’m going to. Again. And again. Until you don’t even remember who you were before me.”

[zengguos]

in akilah's vision: ben was the bridge — his death caused the scientists to find them.

and civilization was just a cliff away.

so judging by this string of too good to be true coincidences, unknowingly to them, their escape is literally moments away here beyond the point they are on. beyond that person.

there's also a huge location reveal in this scene where callie is searching up the disappearance of the researchers. it tells us that the "canadian rockies" they were going through was actually mount robson (a place that borders bc and alberta). it is the area that has the highest point in the rockies...

from a little research (as I'm not canadian, so please correct me if so!) — mount robson is a brand new popular spot for scientists in the 90s, as it became a new protected place (in the world heritage site) to study the landscape and many endangered species, so there was a lot of science activity around that time (the resources ben found in the cave were from an old research group) and full mapping needed to be done still.

mount robson's terrain also has many lime caves which generate "foul air" — inexperience cavers usually pass out from long exposure to it due to lack of oxygen as they don't understand the signs of deprivation (and toxicity potentially in the caves too...)

but most importantly, mount robson is also next a highway — a highway known as yellowhead.

and akilah sees something like a highway in the distance with all the lights...

(there's also a lake/parkland area named after yellowhead too...fucking hell it's all so connected).

also...

the fact they stayed for a second winter despite them having a map of how to navigate the wilderness too (which tai picks up and doesn't inform van...)

— and jeff revealing the rough distance from the location of the last recorded scientists' camp to the yellowjackets rescue site being 100 miles apart... oh lord.

they truly were closer to home than they thought.

that's what adds onto more of the horror now as the endgame unfolds.

and because we are entering the endgame with the possibility of escape... the threat that has been with us along has finally developed too — the wilderness — lottie matthews. who will actively seek to keep them here one way or another as shown by akilah's other vision.

the second winter didn't need to happen — the losses they went through should not have happened. what was an accidental unfortunate tragedy has transformed into something more darker, a different kind of tragedy now.

this is yet again yellowjackets double reality... what happened in one reality, didn't happen in the other. if certain decisions were not made, how different would everything be...

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.

[marksbear2]

Can i request Kraven x male reader headcanons? 🤭 also seen you were sick, hope you’re feeling better. 💗

Kraven the hunter x male reader

Dear anon you probably don’t even remember requesting this from how long it took for me to post this 💔💔. I hope you don’t mind and enjoy the fic.

1. Wilderness Dates – Instead of typical dates, Kraven takes you on hunting trips, teaching you how to track, set traps, and survive in the wild.

2. Protective Instincts – He’s fiercely protective of you, always keeping a watchful eye when you’re in dangerous areas, even if you insist you can handle yourself.

3. Animal Affection – Kraven’s pets, especially his lions and leopards, are unusually affectionate toward you. He says it’s because they recognize you as his mate.

4. Trophy Gifts – Instead of flowers or jewelry, he brings you trophies from his hunts—like a beautifully carved bone knife or a rare pelt he insists would make a good cloak for you.

5. His urge for dominance – He treats you like his equal but has a deeply ingrained need to prove himself as the strongest, often challenging you to arm wrestling matches or sparring sessions.

6. Soft for You – He may be a ruthless hunter, but when he’s alone with you, he becomes oddly tender, brushing his fingers through your hair and pressing soft kisses against your temple.

7. Cooking Experiments – He insists on cooking meat he hunted himself, sometimes with questionable seasoning choices. You once had to pretend to enjoy an overly spicy jungle stew.

8. Jealousy Issues – Kraven doesn’t handle jealousy well. If someone flirts with you, he looms behind them like a predator, silently daring them to back off.

9. Old-School Romance – He believes in grand, dramatic gestures, like carrying you bridal-style over a river or slaying a beast in your honor.

10. Hunting Together – If you show any interest in hunting, he takes great pride in teaching you, even letting you lead small hunts to boost your confidence.

11. Battle Couple Energy – If you’re a fighter, he adores the idea of battling side by side, reveling in the thrill of combat together.

12. Survival Training – He believes you should be able to survive in the wild without him, so he occasionally tests you by disappearing for a few hours and watching from afar to see how you handle yourself.

13. Affectionate Nicknames – He calls you things like "Little Wolf," "My Lion," or "Prey-Turned-Predator" depending on his mood.

14. Body Worship – Kraven is a man who appreciates strength, whether it’s his own or yours. If you work out, expect a lot of lingering hands and admiring glances.

15. Animal-Like Comfort – He’s not above curling around you like a big cat when you’re resting together, nuzzling into your neck as he dozes off.

16. Tattoos and Scars – If you have scars, he traces them with fascination, praising you for being strong enough to earn them. If you have tattoos, he asks about their meaning and if he can add one to your collection.

17. Loyal to the End – Once Kraven has claimed you as his, he is unshakably devoted. Betrayal is unthinkable, and he would cross the world to find you if you were taken from him.

18. Drunken Boasting – After a few drinks, he brags loudly about your strength, intelligence, or cunning to anyone who will listen, making sure the world knows you’re worthy of standing beside him.

19. Traditional Courting – He has an old-fashioned view of romance and might insist on proving himself to you through trials, like hunting a beast in your name or bringing home an impressive prize.

20. Predator and Prey Dynamic – Sometimes, just to mess with you, he’ll playfully “hunt” you in the jungle or around your home, only to catch you in his arms and whisper, “You are mine.”

THE END