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there are literally worse things than being in a saw trap like for instance openly expressing that you have wants and needs and are a real person

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Cate as Lottie in yellowjackets?

oh yes yes yes what a deliciously unhinged pair—two unstable girls, trauma-drenched and crowned by circumstance, walking parallel tightropes over madness. spiritually synced, if you will hehe.

the chosen girl — burdened by power, elevated by suffering

both cate and lottie are anointed, not by choice, but by trauma and power. cate’s telepathic abilities make her the ultimate manipulator, yet she never feels in control. lottie, blessed (or cursed?) with visions and an eerie spiritual intuition, becomes the center of a survivalist belief system she didn’t exactly ask for.

they each start out quiet, almost background—cate’s the pretty girlfriend of the golden boy, lottie’s the rich girl with a pharmacy in her purse—but something traumatic breaks them open. and when they step into their power? they command. they terrify. they gather followers without even trying, because people sense it—the gravity of their pain turned to prophecy.

a cult of softness — masking the rot

cate’s slow transition into leadership in gen v, especially post-shetty, is borderline religious. she whispers comfort with one hand and wipes your mind with the other. she becomes the mother, the martyr, the redeemer—soothing voices, gentle hands, and a smile that says drink the kool-aid, baby. lottie? same flavor. her honey-sweet, woodland mystic vibes lull the yellowjackets into following her because she makes herself what they believe they need. but underneath?

they both have god complexes dressed up as caretaking.

cate says, “let me help you.” but it means “let me decide for you.”

lottie says, “we’re safe here.” but it means “we’re safe if you do what i say.”

mental illness, baby — but make it mystical

cate dissociates. cate spirals. cate breaks and keeps going. her trauma is so deeply stitched into her psyche that even her powers are a form of self-harm—every touch that helps someone else chips away at her. and lottie? lottie spirals too. hallucinations and breakdowns that bleed into prophecy. her unmedicated visions morph into divine directives in the woods, and later, in adulthood, into a full-blown cult with wellness branding and sacrifices.

neither of them ever truly recovers, because they don’t want to return to a self that existed before the trauma. that girl was powerless. that girl was afraid. and now? they’ve transmuted the pain into myth. into meaning. into control.

mothers without mothers — mommy issues, galore.

cate’s mom is a hollow husk of emotional abuse. lottie’s parents sent her to a psychiatric hospital instead of listening. both women are forged in the absence of maternal safety—and end up becoming maternal figures themselves, twisted through the lens of survival. cate protects her friends like a big sister-mother hybrid. lottie leads her followers with the serene, terrifying calm of someone who has nothing left to lose.

they love in obsessive, overcorrecting ways. their nurturing is possessive. their comfort has teeth. because it's all they've ever known.

divine feminine — twisted into something dangerous

they are the girls people want to follow and fear at the same time. the kind of beautiful that feels predatory. the kind of broken that burns. there’s a sensuality to both of them—cate’s touch, lottie’s visions, the way they both pull people in like gravity wells. and it’s not just charisma. it’s belief. they make people believe. in peace, in protection, in power. even if the cost is their sanity—or yours.

so cate in yellowjackets? hell yeah.

she’s lottie-coded to the bone. give cate a few months stranded in the wilderness and a few blood rituals, and she’s got girls carving symbols into trees and whispering her name into the dirt. she's soothing jordan into submission, gently erasing emma’s pain with a brush of her fingers, keeping sam docile and devoted. she calls it healing. but really? she just likes being needed. likes being believed in. it fills that bottomless ache.

and when someone challenges her version of truth? when someone threatens to leave?

cate, like lottie, would let the wilderness decide.

or worse.

she’d decide herself.

but cate isn’t just lottie. she resonates with so many of the yellowjackets. she’s an echo of all of them—each one a facet of her fragmented soul. the survivor, the manipulator, the romantic, the monster. cate, if dropped into the woods with the yellowjackets, would either become the high priestess of their new world or the final girl no one saw coming.

cate is ultra complex (imho the most complex character in gen v and likely the entire universe of the boys) : manipulative but vulnerable, high-functioning but hollowed out, desperate to be adored yet terrified of being truly known.

i see her in jackie taylor — the queen bee in denial

sister souls in a glittering, doomed pageant. jackie was the golden girl, adored and admired—but she never quite understood the darkness humming beneath her crown. she wasn’t built for the wilderness, not really. and neither was cate, at least not at first. but cate would see herself in jackie’s hunger for control, her fear of being irrelevant, her need to be loved without having to earn it.

i see her in shauna shipman — the masked monster

oh, this one hurts. shauna is quiet, bookish, underestimated—and seething beneath the surface. sound familiar? cate knows what it’s like to be polite and well-spoken and utterly unhinged inside. to love someone so much it ruins you. to lie, to kill, to seduce, to manipulate—and still be a victim.

they both do unforgivable things to protect themselves and the ones they love—and hate themselves just enough to keep doing it.

i see her in misty quigley — the mad protector

misty and cate are two sides of the same feral loyalty coin. misty sabotages the black box to keep the group together. cate wipes memories to stop people from leaving her. misty has that wide-eyed eagerness that masks a deep, unhinged craving to be needed. cate, too, longs to be indispensable. to be the one you can’t live without. and if she has to cross a moral line to get there?

well. that’s just love, right?

they both weaponize affection. they both cling. they both break things to make them stay.

cate could easily spiral into adult misty energy, too. hyper-competent, secretly deranged, emotionally stunted, addicted to connection? checks all the boxes.

i see her in natalie scatorccio — the broken, bitter survivor

there’s something quietly devastating in how adult nat floats through the world—angry, numb, drowning in grief. cate, in a yellowjackets timeline, might grow into her. the one who tried to do good and failed. the one who watched the darkness eat everyone alive. the one who still dreams about it.

natalie fights against her own myth. cate would too. she’d hate the idea of being worshipped, even if she orchestrated the altar. she’d hate what she became.

both girls carry pain like a weapon. natalie stabs outward. cate turns the blade on herself.

i see her in van palmer — the loyal cynic

van is one of the only characters who truly believes in Lottie’s visions…while simultaneously laughing about it. she’s tough, sardonic, protective—and willing to go all-in when she chooses someone. cate isn’t as funny as van, but that ride or die loyalty? that desperate desire to keep the people she loves close no matter how warped the world gets?

oh, she gets that.

i see her in taissa turner — the girl who sleeps in pieces

the perfectionist. the overachiever. the girl who does everything right until the lights go out—and then becomes someone else entirely. another high-achiever losing her grip on reality. another poised public face vs. the rotting dreamscape underneath.

cate is made of this same duality. the poised girl in the cardigan, the broken one beneath. taissa bites sleepwalkers. cate wipes minds. both are terrified of what they’re capable of when they’re not pretending.

there’s something deeply cate-coded about taissa staring into the dark and seeing her reflection blink back wrong. about taissa breaking the rules she wrote. about hiding from herself.

and cate? cate lives in that in-between. between being a hero and a monster. between loving and consuming.

so in the mythology of yellowjackets, cate dunlap is not simply one archetype. she’s not a mirror of any one girl. she’s the space between them. the glinting, gold-edged portrait of what happens when you make a girl feel godlike and disposable all at once.

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read this in a public library 🧚🏽‍♀️

x p!link ꣑ৎ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

if there’s one thing soldier boy’s remembered from his military training at vought, it’s his knotting abilities.

getting his pretty little baby all vulnerable on the motel mattress when butcher and the rest of the boys go is always a fun way to spend the day with you.

ben ties your legs apart and your arms behind your back, rendering you naked and entirely incapacitated, just sitting all pretty and bare for him against the sheets. it’s a fucking sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.

and when he takes his time slowly undressing himself in front of you, letting his rock hard cock bounce against the flurry of hairs leading up his lower belly, you can’t help the whines and soft pleas from leaving your lips.

but ben’s mean, letting you work yourself up as he slowly tugs at his cock, just watching you struggle against the ropes, your pussy drooling from the lack of stimulation.

“oh, my poor little rope slut. whinin’ already? you’re so dumb for me, aren’t you, bunny? beggin’ all stupid like that.”

perhaps you should’ve learned by now, but no, your silly little brain shuts off the moment ben pulls out the rope. you let him tie you up without a word of complaint because you know ben’s gonna stretch out your fluttering little cunt with his thick fingers, working you open to eventually take his leaking girthy cock, fucking you stupid until he spills into you… just to leave you on the bed, full and bred and pleading for more.

“such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? i swear, baby, i’ve gotta be the luckiest man alive. got the prettiest pussy right in front of me, attached to the most pathetic little cockslut i’ve ever seen, still begging for more even after you’ve been stuffed full. fuckin’ spoiled, i am.”

he blabs on, sliding his fingers through your folds again, brushing past your overstimulated clit, and plunging back inside you, just to plug his cum from spilling out too much.

“fuckin’ perfect cunt. my perfect cunt.”

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 1k Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, brothel worker!reader x service top!sev, bottom!reader, fem reader (no anatomy mentioned), masochist!reader, traffic light system A/N: based on this post! credits to @no1jinxer for the idea! it's in the name; sev is high on shimmer fucks the shit out of you. enjoy <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika on Shimmer, who usually refuses to set foot into the brothel under the influence of its effects 

୨ৎ But tonight, she’s got a job to do

୨ৎ She’s been tracking a rival chem-baron for a few weeks now, and it hadn’t taken her long to figure out that he frequented the brothel

୨ৎ So, she struck up a deal with Babette; “I’ll pay you and your girls double for the next three months if you’ll give me a ring the next time he shows up.”

୨ৎ “You’d pay me twice to see Y/n, anyway,” Babette scoffs; but ultimately, they shake on it, and the rest is a waiting game

୨ৎ When Babette does give her the call, she’s there in less than 10 minutes, and he’s dead in less than five

୨ৎ She doesn’t typically let work get personal, but when she’d heard from a few of Babette’s girls that this chem-baron tended to get a bit too rough with them, it was hard not to let anger fuel the job more than she typically would

୨ৎ And as soon as he’s been taken care of, she makes her rounds, peeking her head into every open door to ensure that everyone’s okay

୨ৎ When she makes it to you, she releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding upon finding you arranging pillows on the velvet couch, unassuming as ever

୨ৎ “Hey, doll,” she sighs. “You okay in here?”

୨ৎ You’re calling her name in excitement before you can help it, head whipping around to look at her; and when you do, you find her in a state you’ve never seen; only heard of 

୨ৎ Her copper arm hums with energy, working hard to circulate the unmistakable glow of shimmer through its workings and into her bloodstream

୨ৎ Her scar glows with the same hue, glittering like hot coals of magenta

୨ৎ And her eyes; lilac pulses in their irises, her gaze even more alluring now than it usually is

୨ৎ  You don’t realize your own eyes have gone wide until she breaks the silence with a voice raspy from exertion 

୨ৎ “I know,” she begins, almost apologetically, “I don’t normally let folks see me like this unless they’re about to get their shit rocked-”

୨ৎ “It’s okay,” you quickly interrupt, shaking your head. “I mean, I’m not scared, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

୨ৎ She nods tentatively 

୨ৎ “Okay… and you’re alright?”

୨ৎ “I’m just fine, Vika. Come, sit,”

୨ৎ And when you take a step forward, she takes one back

୨ৎ “Listen… I can’t ask you for anything tonight. Not when I’m still riled up.”

୨ৎ You don’t take another step forward, but your eyes stay locked onto hers, your voice steady

୨ৎ “Do you want something?” 

୨ৎ She scoffs, dark lips stretching up into a wicked grin

୨ৎ “Baby, it’s you. Of course I do, but I don’t wanna hurt ya.” 

୨ৎ She doesn’t miss the way your lips quirk up into a smirk of their own

୨ৎ “Three months of comin’ to see me… and you haven't figured out that I like a little pain?”

୨ৎ Her face falls- morphs into something serious, something dangerous- and she raises her brows in a silent inquiry:

୨ৎ ‘You sure you know what you’re asking for?’

୨ৎ The cock of your own brow in return says:

୨ৎ ‘You have no idea.’

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika on Shimmer, who never would have thought such a sweet thing like you would turn out to be such a masochist

୨ৎ And when you’re begging like that for her to mark you up, throw you around, leave you sore… what kind of service top would she be to deny you?

୨ৎ Eventually, she starts showing up with an extra cartridge of shimmer, loving the way you go dumb for her when she triggers it and fucks you into tomorrow

୨ৎ It takes her a while to get comfortable with being as rough as you want her to be, not because she doesn’t want to, but because the last thing she wants is to hurt you in a way that suddenly isn’t fun anymore

୨ৎ But, just as always, you’re more than patient, and make her feel more than safe to explore this new facet of her time spent with you

୨ৎ She’ll bite down, and you say harder, she’ll pull your hair, and you say rougher, she fucks you deep, and you say deeper; until she knows just how limp you really want to be by the end of the night

୨ৎ And she has to admit; it’s nice

୨ৎ Really nice

୨ৎ She’s usually already pent up from the bullshit of her day’s work when she comes to see you, but when she’s pent up and wired off the purple substance flooding her system?

୨ৎ She can’t deny that blowing off all that steam in the form of ravaging you is quite the gift you've given her

୨ৎ Of course, Sevika still will not sleep with you if she’s too high to rein herself in the moment you need her to, and as much as she checks in with you when she’s not using it, expect twice the requests for your color and triple the orders to remind her of your safeword when she is

୨ৎ But, damn… quite frankly, you give her a run for her money, and that isn’t easy to do

୨ৎ By the time she’s done with you, you’re littered in bite marks and bruises, legs trembling and face tear-stained

୨ৎ She finds that aftercare with you makes the come down off of shimmer so much easier to handle, too; that pressing kisses to every mark she’s made and whispering praises in your ear as she wipes away at your shuddering form helps ground her just as much

୨ৎ And then, she sleeps like a Gods-damned baby

୨ৎ She never falls asleep at the brothel; or so she thought, but here she is, being woken up by an angel in pink lingerie letting her know that it’s closing time

୨ৎ Of course, she flips out when you tell her she’s been asleep for hours, but you refuse to wake her up and kick her out, caring more that she catches up on the sleep you know she’s not getting than the money you could've made in those hours

୨ৎ But, it’s not like the money matters; she pays double for you, now

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

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creds @alinatimoo on tiktok

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let’s investigate these plants with mama!

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hi vieve !! staring competition ??? MWAH

yes i have free will again i just finished exams 🎉🥳🎉🥳😛

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cate dunlap brainrot going crazy rn… i miss my crazy wife </3

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me when i’m allergic to nuts and scared of epipens ❤️

it’s been 10 minutes

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the wilderness is to lottie matthews what grilled cheesus was to finn hudson

based on sheer gut instinct rather than logic

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what’s so good about mercury anyways

mercury is my goat it's small and fast and the closest to the sun and is able to not crumble and disintegrate under that heat and also gets to -180 degrees because no atmosphere so it can do it all! and its always forgotten about

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*sniffs u*

do i smell like 2010s hello kitty bubblegum bodyspray

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DID BRUISEDFIG/FIGTHOUGHTS GET RID OF HER BLOG???? because i can’t find it anywhere 💔💔

i ated her

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its free power now i am warm (◕‿◕✿)

it is so cold iam going to die. too expensive to run heater until free power im in bed with a scarf and gloves on im dtying

i know i’m freezing too 🥲 the min is 0° today i’m not coping either but in bed with a scarf and gloves on is crazy

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