#eccentric mentor

[aventurineswife]

“Failure Is a Stepping Stone”

Summary: In the quiet hours before a major exam, you’re overwhelmed by period pain and the dread of being unprepared. Anaxagoras �� the eccentric, infamous scholar — finds you in your distress. With his unique mix of irreverent wit and unspoken warmth, he comforts you through the night, easing your pain, grounding your panic, and reminding you that even chaos can be a stepping stone to brilliance.

Tags: Anaxagoras x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Period Comfort, Academic Stress, Soft Anaxa, Reader-in-Distress, Eccentric Mentor, Established Relationship or Developing Bond, Protective Anaxagoras, Late-Night Vulnerability, One-Bed Trope (Gentle), Pretty much Self-indulgent.

Warnings: Mentions of Period Cramps/Pain, Academic Anxiety/Stress, Emotional Distress, Brief Mention of Nausea and Insomnia, Soft Angst, Anaxagoras Being Incredibly Tender (Emotional Damage Warning If You're Not Braced for It).

A/N: I kissed the brick this time. ☺️💖🫶

It was past midnight. The moon hung like a pale coin in the black velvet sky, half-shadowed — much like how you felt.

The Grove’s once-lively corridors were still, only the distant hum of magical wards and an occasional echo of an owl punctuating the silence. Everyone else had long buried themselves in their tomes, or fallen asleep atop them.

You, however, sat curled up at the foot of your bed, cradling a heat pack to your stomach, eyes bleary and red. The textbooks lay open around you like a battlefield, pages dog-eared, highlighted, and forgotten.

Your abdomen throbbed with an unforgiving ache, like molten weights swirling inside you. And the panic—

It crept up your spine like a parasite.

Exams. Tomorrow. You're not ready. You're failing.

You pressed your forehead against the cold bedpost.

A knock echoed on your door.

You didn’t respond, hoping the night would swallow you whole instead.

The door creaked open anyway. A familiar voice, laced with exaggerated flourish and an undertone of sincere concern, followed:

“Am I interrupting a ritual of self-destruction, or is this the ‘mourning of motivation’ I’ve read so much about in your kind’s textbooks?”

You groaned. “Anaxa... not now.”

“Oh, perfect. You can still speak. That means the gods haven’t claimed you yet,” he quipped, stepping inside, a glint of mischief in his eye. But then, when he took in the state of your curled posture and tear-streaked cheeks, the humor slipped from his face.

He sat beside you wordlessly, not asking for permission. For someone accused of so much blasphemy, Anaxa knew the sanctity of silence.

“…Cramps?” he asked softly after a while.

You nodded.

“And exams,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m so screwed. I didn’t study half the material. My brain’s mush. Everything hurts. I can’t—”

You didn’t realize you were trembling until his gloved hand took yours, grounding it.

"Shh. Take a breath." His thumb stroked over your knuckles in deliberate, slow circles. “Pain warps the mind, compresses time. Right now, it’s telling you you’re doomed. But that’s a lie, and you know it.”

You shook your head miserably. “I feel doomed.”

“I’m not dismissing the feeling,” he said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are hurting. That’s real. But I would not allow any student of mine to be truly doomed — especially not you.”

You looked up at him, eyes glistening. “Anaxa…”

He gave you a soft smirk, but his eye was painfully tender. “Have I ever told you what I did the night before my Divinitas Trials?”

“…Failed spectacularly?”

“Absolutely not. I threw up on my notes, accused my invigilator of divine fraud, and passed with the second-highest score in the cohort.” He tilted his head. “Chaos is the seed of innovation.”

You huffed, a weak laugh spilling out despite yourself. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet I’m here,” he murmured. “Lie back.”

He helped you onto the bed gently, pulling a pillow under your knees, fetching your heat pack and placing it just right. Then, surprisingly, he took off his jacket and draped it over your blanket, as if adding an extra layer could shield you from the weight of the world.

“…Stay?” you asked softly, almost afraid.

His reply was immediate. “Until the stars forget how to shine.”

He sat cross-legged beside you, muttering small comforts as he summoned a soft, golden projection of your textbook pages into the air, slowly flipping through them. The way he read aloud — softly, dramatically, emphasizing the ridiculous and the relevant — made even dry theory feel like myth and magic.

You watched him between bouts of pain, something deep in your chest loosening. You still felt terrible — but you no longer felt alone.

At some point, your eyes fluttered shut. You weren’t sure when.

But long after you drifted off, Anaxa remained. A pale flame flickered in his visible eye as he looked at you — not with pity, but with reverence.

He whispered, not to wake you, but as a promise to himself.

"Even if the world tries to crush you under divine law and temporal torment, I’ll be here — until you’re ready to set it ablaze."

[hypewinter]

After winning a science fair, Danny's intellect gets noticed by a genius billionaire. That's how he ends up getting a scholarship to work personally under Lex Luthor at LexCorp. Cool! Who's Lex Luthor?

[sweetstwawbewwymilk]

Characters that occupy the same space in my mind

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

I think Jason might have wanted to become a fashion designer if he was 97% less intent on sticking with Robin as his career path

This isn’t a “Jason should’ve quit being Robin” post I’m just spitballing what he might’ve been interested in doing had he lived normally

[cyberclouddream]

Types of Betrayals and the 12th House

Sun in the 12th House

self-betrayal, neglecting personal identity in favor of others

putting on a false persona to fit in

unacknowledged talents, not pursuing creative passions due to fear of judgment

abandoning leadership roles due to self-doubt

being overlooked for achievements or efforts

partners undermining self-worth or ambitions

hidden competitors, friends or colleagues sabotaging success

feeling unsupported by family in personal ambitions

public shaming or criticism

Moon in the 12th House

friends or family hiding true feelings or secrets

self-neglect, like ignoring emotional needs

trust issues

subconscious sabotaging

disillusioned by family or nurturing figures

inconsistent emotional support

manipulative partners

isolation or feeling emotionally abandoned by loved ones

mood swings

Mercury in the 12th House

miscommunication, or through lies or misrepresentation

stolen ideas

gossip or harmful rumors

hidden agendas

self-censorship

sharing secrets with those who shouldn’t know

receiving poor advice from trusted sources

signing contracts without full disclosure, deceptive agreements

Venus in the 12th House

infidelity or secret affairs

one-sided love or emotional neglect

partners misuse financial resources

hidden jealousy

feeling reduced to an object of desire rather than valued

love scams

being ostracized by a social group

artistic suppression

lack of appreciation

Mars in the 12th House

passive-aggressiveness or indirect hostility from close relations

friends not supporting you in times of need, maybe they compete instead of supporting

repressed anger

health neglect

hidden animosity from acquaintances

fighting battles or challenges alone

misguided aggression, like lashing out at those who haven’t wronged you

holding grudges that lead to isolation

colleagues sabotage your projects or ambitions

Jupiter in the 12th House

overindulgence that harms well-being

isolation from knowledge

overconfidence

judgmental attitudes

secret limitations that hinder success

misplaced faith

ignoring significant truths due to complacency

philosophical conflicts, betrayals through differing values

betrayals from mentors or spiritual leaders

Saturn in the 12th House

unspoken fears that lead to isolation

humiliation due to one’s past

burdens from unsaid expectations from others

others limiting your self-expression

others questioning your authority or competency behind your back

sacrificing personal goals for the sake of others

friends or family compromising your public image

secret resentment or holding onto grudges

Uranus in the 12th House

sudden ending in relationships without warning

disruption of stability, like sudden changes in life leading to chaos

deceitful friendships, not as supportive as they appear

neglecting personal freedom

feeling misunderstood due to eccentricities or uniqueness

no support when you rebel against conformity

fear of change

betrayal through unorthodox relationship dynamics

Neptune in the 12th House

illusions of trust

hidden addictions or unhealthy habits

living in denial regarding relationships

victim mentality

losing faith in spiritual beliefs or mentors due betrayal or doubt

confusion about personal limits leading to exploitation

escapism

others using emotional manipulation

Pluto in the 12th House

through power struggles and hidden manipulation

fear of transformation

disguised motivations

obsession with loss

emotional scars

hidden control issues, like others may exert unseen control over your personal choices

powerlessness, feeling victimized in situations that call for action

fear of intimacy

self-destructive patterns

Rahu/North Node in the 12th House

believing that you’re more than you are, illusions of grandeur

hidden envy from others or yourself

secret addictions

escapism

victim mentality

destructive fantasies

evasion of responsibility

friends using deceit to gain favor or control

disregarding boundaries, yours or others

Ketu/South Node in the 12th House

unconscious withdrawal from personal connections

past conflicts surfacing unexpectedly

denial of reality

fear of intimacy

confusion about identity

holding onto toxic relationships

overlooking self-care

friends who are secretly resentful or envious

feeling disconnected from spiritual communities

Black Moon Lilith in the 12th House

suppressed desires

fear of rejection

undermined feminine energy, like not valuing your power or intuition

using guilt to control or influence other

not confronting truths about yourself

obsession with control

allowing past experiences to dictate current behavior

secretive relationships

Chiron in the 12th House

seeking help from those unqualified or deceptive guides

not seeking help due to pride or shame

being exposed to harm due to not showing true self

fear of abandonment

wounds from isolation or solitude during challenging times

behaviors that prevent healing

not recognizing the source of emotional pain

[olanolano]

Tarot Card O: The Fool

Straight position

A buffoon is a person who starts a new movement and embarks on a life path that is still unknown to him. He is a young, curious, open-minded, reckless man who has no sense of danger or caution.

Inverted position

The Jester card in an inverted position indicates stupidity bordering on madness, eccentricity and carelessness of a person. Something unexpected happens in life, and the Fool is faced with events that cannot be controlled.

Tarot Card VI: The Lovers

Straight position

The map shows the trials that a person has to go through. He will constantly have to make a choice between two alternatives. The Lovers card is about the past and the future, old and new, whims and duty.

Inverted position

The inverted Lovers card has an ambiguous meaning. Either it will be related to unrequited love, or to sexual incompatibility. A person under the influence of this card commits rash actions, makes rash decisions.

Tarot Card IX: The Hermit

Straight position

This card usually falls to introverts who are not inclined to be influenced by external circumstances, who feel more comfortable in a state of isolation. The hermit symbolizes the unity of the earthly and heavenly, the search for a life path and purpose. In many cases, he may hint at the success of such searches, at the fact that a person will find a teacher and mentor along the way.

Inverted position

In this position, the card symbolizes a phenomenon called escapism by psychologists – a cowardly escape from reality, a conscious rejection of the true fullness of life. The inverted Hermit indicates a failed person who has failed to find his own place in life.

Something New/Killertale belongs to @rahafwabas

Horrortale belongs to @sourapplestudios

Dasttale belongs to @ask-dusttale

[artbyblastweave]

One thing I appreciate conceptually about the prequels right, is that in the originals the Jedi are present archetypically- the wise mentor, the eccentric little hermit-slash-fairy-godfather- Luke experiences them as archetypes, they're mediating his whole view of this thing. Then we rewind to the prequels, the world is made to feel lived in, and it turns out that when there's more than three of these guys alive at the same time they coalesce into an institution- One of many institutions that had to drop the ball again and again, in concrete political terms, for the archetypical goodies-and-baddies evil empire setup of the originals to come into existence. Dogmatic, hidebound, beholden to politics despite their best intentions, and ultimately, doomed. Of course, where it falls flat for me is that when it comes to the kind of real life organization that the Jedi are referencing- actual monastic orders, religious institutions with state backing, and so on- all of my criticisms of those real things ultimately flow from the fact that none of that is fucking true. They made all that up. It's not real. When the Jedi get purged that is, within the logic of the fiction, evil triumphing over good, but when the Knights Templar get purged that's two different sects of grifter wrestling over who's got the God Ball that'll lend a veneer of legitimacy to their self-interested slaughter. Every single real version of the thing that the Jedi are, is a cult that outlasted their L. Ron Hubbard figure. Whereas in Star Wars, the entire thing is predicated on the thing the Jedi worship being basically true and the Jedi specifically having more or less the right stance on all of it. Very little of the story works if you don't buy that premise. And that sort of pre-emptively puts a cap on how effectively you can use the Jedi as the site of criticisms of any real analogous organization. When you're going after the Catholic church you don't have to frontload every criticism with "obviously they're generally correct, buuuuut-". Unless you are yourself Catholic, of course, in which case I think you are at any given time squirming with cognitive dissonance basically as much as is appropriate

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ a shot of lust ]❜

ft. claude clawmark x f! reader — ttt, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while testing out potions, you take an experimental sip gone wrong & your friend isn’t half as innocent as he seems┊2.2k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub claude┊slight dubcon, reader is mean but claude is into that, unintentional (high-key nonconsensual) drugging with an aphrodisiac, kinda unrequited feelings but requited lust, making out, marking & biting, slight masochist claude, spit as lube, degradation, unprotected piv on a chair (because you guys are nasty like that), implied multiple rounds

➤ author's note: oh my god, i’ve been starving you guys again, i’m so sorry, i’ve been hit full force with squid game brainrot. this isn’t my best work, but i’m slowly getting back into niji because it’s my first vtuber family and i miss them :( 

potion-making is a refined art that is desirable to all with its effectiveness in battle or healing properties yet mastered by few with how dangerous or explosive results could be with something simple as an extra drop of dragon’s blood becoming fatal. personally, you’re willing to take the risk of the deadly consequences when it comes to elixirs of speed to slay your opponents before they could even blink.

for these very reasons, you study the craft under your fellow adventurer and close confidant claude clawmark. admittedly, he wasn’t your first choice regarding mentors with his messy workspace and questionable habits, but he was willing to teach you for free so you agreed. even victoria and kunai were unsure of your decision but figured that if anyone could handle the eccentric cleric, it would be you. even though this was something you took upon yourself to learn, you really didn’t like being cooped up in his shop all day while taking orders from customers and spending all day mixing strange components. you miss going out and looting dungeons with your guildmates, but learning through experience would certainly be worth it in the amount of gold you could save by making your own potions (people really pay for the expertise of a professional rather than the collected common loot dropped to make them).

the wooden table in the center of the room had a batch of roughly fifteen glass vials filled with strength potions for a customer, a finished half of the order while working on producing the other half of invisibility. you placed a sealed jar of fermented spider eyes on the table for your partner to brew and went to go grab some night vision potions for the base, but you noticed an odd bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid that stood out among the batch of dully-colored royal blue potions on the self. it clearly wasn’t organized on the right shelf, but it didn’t have a label nor did its appearance match any of the others. “hey claude, do you remember what this is supposed to be?”

he turned his head to examine it for a second before continuing his work, “eh, i’m not actually sure. maybe you should test it out.”

oh yeah, another thing about potions is that if you aren’t sure what it is, you have to try it out yourself. there are tons of healing medicines all over the place in case someone got poisoned, so you drank it without hesitation like you’ve done plenty of times before. it tasted artificially of strawberries and cream, not an uncommon flavor to mask the usual strange medley of ingredients, but it left a weird aftertaste of bittersweetness on your tongue. you didn’t feel any different nor see any change looking in the mirror so perhaps it was simply a base potion that didn’t have any magic added yet, leaving you to go on with your day after placing the empty glass into the sink.

it didn’t hit you full-force as soon as you swallowed it, but the effects were slowly but surely taking hold of you. it started with you feeling warm, taking off your jacket and touching your face, wondering if there was a sudden change in room temperature for some reason. your breathing steadily became more labored even though you weren’t moving around much, trying to take deep breaths through your mouth in a futile attempt to clear your fogged mind and soaking a towel in water to pat away the perspiration beginning to form on your forehead.

were you ill and coming down with a fever? it didn’t feel like any virus you’ve ever had, felt more like… it was definitely from that unlabeled potion you drank earlier, but why would he leave such a thing lying around if it was really what you thought? this was really why you were warned to get a proper tutor instead of a cleric known for fumbling his belongings. the sun had begun to set and the shop would close in about fifteen minutes anyway, so you decided to wait it out even though it felt borderline unbearable. leaning back on the table, you think there must be an antidote or something somewhere to counter it, but you were interrupted before you could get up and look for it.

“are you okay? you look sick,” claude mentioned, taking off his tool belt equipped with various gadgets and moving away from his station to check in on you. “do you… need help with anything?” he took off his glove to gently press his hand against your forehead followed by your cheek to test your temperature, suddenly feeling conscious of his presence with the proximity and feeling his breath on your skin as he stared intently at your face.

you never paid too much attention to his looks, but you suddenly found yourself studying his appearance now that he was so much closer to you: his long opalescent locks that were neatly tied in a ponytail tossed over his shoulder, his sleepy eyes that shifted from magenta to aquamarine, how built he actually was with his broad shoulders that well defined his frame— was he always so handsome?

“hey… claude…” you felt like a living furnace with lit coals that were bursting at the seams, fire burning into desire at your core and could only be quenched by the man standing in front of you. vivi and kunai aren’t the best at keeping secrets (especially when it’s past midnight at a sleepover), you knew he had a crush on you or at the very least found you attractive. either way, he wouldn’t reject you at the moment unless he considers the friendship on the line, and you were willing to bet everything on that.

his eyes met yours, staring deeply into them while waiting for you to finish your sentence. the tension was so palpable that it could be cut with a knife and you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning forward to break it with a kiss. you couldn’t see his reaction, but he didn’t flinch nor did he pull back, instead reciprocating it once he seemed to process it.

it took some of the edge off, but you still felt insatiable and starved for more of him. slipping your hand to the back of his head and intertwining it with his hair, you deepened the kiss and began to dart your tongue out to ask him to part his lips. you had no way to know what he was really thinking, but he seemed to be understandably confused about the whole thing and yet he didn’t deny you or offer an ounce of resistance. he obediently followed your motions and let you take the lead, just how you liked it, even whimpering slightly when your tongue gently brushed against his and felt the cool titanium pierced through it.

oh, when you heard that sound escape his lips, something feral awakened within you. “fuck…” you placed your hands on her shoulder and swung him around, roughly shoving him down onto a nearby chair and splitting his legs apart with a knee in the middle while continuing to kiss him roughly. fiddling with the hem of his clothing, “is this okay?”

he blushed a deep red as if the gravity of the situation was only hitting him now that you were requesting for content, “y-yes! of course! totally!” he mentally cringed, his ass did not just say ‘totally’ when his crush of over a year was asking if it was okay to fuck him.

thankfully for him, you didn’t seem to mind in the least bit and fervently began to strip him of his clothing, pulling his black top over his arms and tossing it haphazardly on the floor. his strapping frame was even more evident with his bare chest exposed to you, pretty unblemished ivory skin that was just begging to get marked up and bruised. you were quick to leave one last kiss on his lips before lowering your head to suck on his neck, watching a dark purple-red hickey bloom on the spot. you repeated this process a few times before outright sinking your teeth into his tender flesh, finding yourself unable to refrain from behaving like a wild animal even though you were trying your hardest to hold yourself back. 

meanwhile, claude felt like he was dreaming and was almost light-headed by your touch. he allowed you to use his body as you pleased, like a doll for you to play with and abuse. the pain didn’t even register as such to him, feeling more like ecstasy shooting through his veins wherever your mouth found itself as his eyes rolled back like the pathetic fool he was.

“fuck, i feel like i’m going crazy,” you groaned, adjusting your position to sit on his lap and pulling back his pristine white pants to reveal his leaking cock before holding out your palm. “spit.” he complied, taking a moment to gather saliva in his mouth before spitting a clear glob into your open hand which you smeared all over his dick to act as makeshift lube.

the heat was really beginning to get to you like the wrath of a thousand suns, prickling at your skin and causing you to pause your actions to remove your own clothing. you didn’t notice until you were fully nude the way he was staring at you like he had just witnessed the unfiltered beauty of a goddess for the first time. maybe if it was another day under different circumstances, you would have felt soft at his obvious affection and admiration towards you, but unfortunately, you were feeling nothing but irritation due to the effects of the drug.

you extended an arm to push him back so he was sitting properly against the chair instead of slouching, moving to straddle him and finally, finally, lined up his angry red tip with your entrance before sinking into it. claude gasped as he buried his face into your chest, unable to rut into you as he so desired with your purposefully straining your weight on him. 

despite not being able to think straight, your dominance over him was made clear as you set your own pace, ignoring the strain beginning to form in your thighs as you worked your way up and down his length. his size was perfect, not too difficult to take, and also able to hit all of the right spots.

despite not being allowed to put in any work, claude’s heart was hammering in his chest like he was running a marathon with strands of hair sticking to his face thanks to the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. he struggled to find a place to put his hands with your hips moving too fast for him to grip and the little groan you would let out in the precipice of pleasure and disdain each time he tried to touch you elsewhere led to him simply gripping the sides of the wooden chair he was seated on, basically hold on for dear life while chasing an orgasm to snap you out it. 

“you did this on purpose, didn’t you, you little freak?”

“h-huh?”

“you wanted me to drink that potion, didn’t you? so that you would get fucked like a whore, just how desperate are you?”

he opened his mouth to deny the accusation but found himself unable to and let out a pathetic whimper instead. how could he deny it when it was completely true? he didn’t think you would actually drink it, only planted it on the table and allowed for chance to take the reins, but he didn’t think anything was actually going to happen.

still, there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in his body, even if you were being a little mean to him. he didn’t mind how your sharp words cut into him, it made him dizzy if anything. 

you began to slow down as the ache of constant bouncing was catching up to you, moving your hand to circle your clit and crying out when you felt yourself unravel at the contact. feeling your velvety walls pulse around him had him following shortly after when you lifted yourself off of him, causing him to finish on your lower stomach in pretty white splatters.

both of you were exhausted at the exhibition of energy on top of the long day before this situation occurred, breathing heavily as you got off the chair in favor of leaning against the table with your shaky legs. 

he couldn’t read your reaction, if the gravity of what just happened had sunk in yet or if you were still basking in the satisfaction of your climax. it made you glow in a way, making him dumbfounded and unable to meet your eyes. “i-i should go…” in a matter of minutes thanks to his stupidity, he just went from a good friend to a lowly slut in your eyes all because you were able to see right through him like glass.

however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back towards you, nude bodies pressed flushed against each other, kissing him fervently again with a slightly crazy edge to your actions. “yeah, no, you aren’t going anywhere. you started this mess, you’re going to help me out until the potion wears off or until we both pass out.”

[astrologydayz]

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES6❤️🍓🍒

PLUTO CONJUNCT/TRINE/QUINTILE MOON are the ones who’s always two steps ahead of everyone else. They're cunning, daring, & knowing - as in they see right through ya! They always pull through when it comes 2 seeing/knowing people's true intensions! - People may not always believe em fully at first, but they gon learn. Intuitive af really. They analyse&feel everything. EVERYTHING. ASC AT 3, 15, 27° = GEMINI DEGREE Are the ones always talking with/2 themselves fr, I love it😭😂😩😍. They're usually very open, non judgemental, talkative, & have no problems with sharing what's on their mind. They need something to be interesting 2 them, when talking to another person tho, cuz if not = they'll start to have a full blown conversation with themselves inside their head, bc they're bored😂. I've seen many unhealthy mama's boys with Juno conjunct/square their Moon - undying loyalty 2 their mother.

VENUS SQUARE/OPPOSITE/QUINCUNX SATURN can def show a person finding love/dating icky sometimes🥴🤢. They don't get the hype at all, until they're the ones experiencing something mindblowing. And if/when they stop dating (again?) = back 2 finding love icky again😂😂.

WEBB ASTEROID - 3041 CONJUNCT/SQUARE PREVERT ASTEROID - 18624 = issues with being a big pervert online - they can't help themselves. SUN SQUARE/QUINCUNX ASC can also show up as a person having no "true" role model in life, when it comes to men. Their dad can be a deadbeat/or they just don't talk a lot. And if/when they do talk = their dad could be trying 2 undermine/bully them a lot. "Father not fathering", "shattered image of what a father is", "daddy issues", being, or feeling fatherless.

URANUS SQUARE/OPPOSITE/QUINCUNX MOON people are the ones that can become emotionally detached all of a sudden - they don't even know why themselves a lot of the times. They can feel on and off emotionally, & think that nobody will ever be able to fully understand them emotionally. They're eccentric - They always get new ideas - disappearing for a while, and then coming back. They sometimes get themselves caught up into something exciting, and can completely forget 2 get back 2 who they planned 2 get back2, or forget to do what they planned 2 do.

MOON SQUARE/OPPOSITE MARS people are def the ones who loves trying people at times, even if it's just for the fun of it. They really give no fucks, it all depends on their mood fr. Queens/kings of passive aggressiveness, & usually issues with controlling their anger2. They always give the exact same energy back that they receive, just twice as hard. They won't bow down ever, no matter what. Pride is usually a big thing here. Can go from 0 to 100 real quick - quick reflexes also shows up a lot here.

VENUS CONJUNCT/SQUARE/QUINCUNX MENTOR ASTEROID - 3451 IN SYNASTRY = Asteroid person is the one teaching the Venus person, basically what love really is, by treating the Venus person 2 the exact opposite. Mentor person usually gives very hard lessons to Venus, so that the Venus person can find out what they truly NEED, & want when it comes to love. Not a fun aspect, but it's CRUCIAL 2 Venus person's growth here.

Something I've seen for years = if two people have a child together, & the child lives with the mother, & the dad pays the mom child support = Dad's Mony asteroid - 7782 conjunct/trine/quintile the Moon of the mother!

SUN CONJUNCT WILD ASTEROID - 1941 IN SYNASTRY = two people who usually starts their relationships - whatever kind of relationship that is, in a wild/crazy way - a wild situation that brings them together. Wild person is the one "dragging" the other person into it/or the wild person is the reason for this "situation"/relationship 2 be happening. Their relationship could also ofc just be "wild" in general, bc of the Wild person. VENUS CONJUNCT WILD ASTEROID - 1941 IN SYNASTRY = The wild person is the one bringing the "spice" into the relationship. Venus person loves how crazy, & wild the asteroid person can get! & they absolutely ADORE how the Wild person can be themselves with them unapologetically - Wild is in love with how the Venus person never turns their ideas down, but are usually equally into/excited about their requests/ideas! MERCURY CONJUNCT MEMORIA ASTEROID - 1247 IN SYNASTRY = Mercury person's voice/words going over, & over in the asteroid person's head. Can also show up as messages from Mercury person being saved & read over, & over again on the asteroids person's part. Voice messages from the Mercury person could also be heard over, & over again here.

URANUS CONJUNCT CLOSE ASTEROID - 54902 IN SYNASTRY = unexpected/sudden closeness from the "close" person 2 the Uranus person. Asteroid person didn't expect, like at all 2 suddenly relate, & start2 feel close 2 the Uranus person. "Shocked", "unexpected, "outta nowhere".

IXION ASTEROID - 28978 ASPECTING VENUS = An affinity for badboys/badgirls/criminals. Soft heart for those who are misunderstood - falling in love with "outcasts" of society. Or they can love being an outcast themselves, ofc.

IXION ASTEROID - 28978 CONJUNCT/SQUARE MC = Known/famous for being a troublemaker, "outcast", "someone that messes things up for themselves", a "bad boy/bad girl", known for being a criminal. SUN CONJUNCT KASSANDRA ASTEROID - 114 = a person being phenomenal at being right about their "predictions" in life. As in them knowing they're right in certain outcomes when it comes 2situations/people, but no one believes them - "Story of their life".

VENUS SQUARE/OPPOSITE/QUINCUNX AMOR ASTEROID - 1221 are the ones sacrificing themselves, to make others/their partner/s happy. They give way 2 much of themselves, at first - Until they learn the hard way, that there has to be an equal give, & take in any kind of relationship. &that their needs, &wants are just as important as others/their partner's. Hard lessons, but they're important.

BLACK MOON LILITH CONJUNCT/SQUARE/QUINCUNX JUPITER people lives life by their own rules. They have their own unique "religion", &morals that they go by. They truly follow no one in life, but themselves.

THANKS4READING BABE!!! I APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS🍒❤️

[violetlunette]

Twisted Wonderland RoleSwap AU_Master List (WIP)

I’m playing around with called a TWST RoleSwap AU where characters switch lives with another.

For example:

If Grim and Lilia switch roles then Grim will be the wise eccentric mentor figure raising several cubs. And meanwhile, Lilia will be the gremlin who works as half a student with whoever fills Yuu’s role.

Backgrounds will be altered to accommodate characters.

Say Malleus; if he takes the role of Yuu then there will be an addition to his backstory where he was sent to earth. The basics will remain the same. Like how in Riddle’s story he has a toxic mother. Or how Vil’s has him being an actor who seems stuck in villain roles and in second place to Neige. The main change is how each character reacts to it based on their personality.

When all the roles are switched I plan to twist them all into a story. (Eventually...)

For now, let’s lay some groundwork. Due to the limited options in the polls, I won’t be able to list every character. So, please either tag or comment if the character you would like to see is not listed. I will count them the best I can.

Here are the roles that have been filled;

Ramshackle;

Yuu's Role: Najma

Najma is a cunning young woman who suddenly finds herself in the mysterious Twisted Wonderland. To stay at the magical Night Raven College she pretends not only to be a mage, but a boy as well. Thankfully half the students are more feminine than her.

While at the school she discovers many strange mysteries of Twisted Wonderland’s past as well as her own involvement with the world.

Grim's Role: Yuu

Yuu is a mysterious figure Najma meets the moment she awakens in Twisted Wonderland. Though there’s trouble during their first meeting, Najma and Yuu are forced to work together in order to stay at NC. But what mysteries does this strange being carry?

(Note: The Shrimp is only used to represent “Yuu.” As of now there are no plans to make them a sentient shrimp.)

Ramshackle Ghosts' Role: Skully J. Graves

A ghost at Ramshackle who quickly becomes attached to Najma due to his years of loneliness. (Maybe overly so.) He has a very firm idea of how things should be and doesn't like to deviate from this mindset. Despite this, he is very gentlemanly and courteous.

Housewardens;

Malleus Draconia Role: Leona Kingscholar

Descended from a powerful magical creature and one of the most famed families in wonderland, Leona is one of the most powerful mages in the world. This immense magical ability often contrasts with his lazy demeanor. He tends to treats others with an imperious attitude.

Leona Kingscholar Role: Malleus Draconia

The second-born prince in his homeland, Malleus is highly respected on campus and extremely talented in skill, rightfully earning his role as the Savanaclaw Housewarden. Yet his frightful demeanor often deters classmates and leaves him by his lonesome.

Riddle Rosehearts Role: Ace Trappola

The Heartslabyul house-warden with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Even though the house is famed for it’s strict adherence to the rules, Ace seem to have a blatant disregard for them. Often it’s as if he is an agent of chaos warring on “order” itself.

Idia Shroud Role: Ortho Shroud

Upbeat, forthright, and brimming with curiosity, Ortho is caring and attentive housewarden to everyone in Ignihyde. But despite his cheer there appears to be a dark secret behind those bright yellow eyes. His family is also rumored to have connections to the mysterious phantoms that no one seems to want to talk about.

Vil Schoenheit Role: Epel Felmier

A famous actor and the Housewarden of Pomefiore. He is beloved for his dainty appearance with an ephemeral beauty, putting on pare with another actor. His looks often has him typecast to certain role and underestimated by the people around him. However, those who challenge him often come to regret this.

Kalim Al' Asim Role: Ruggie Bucchi

Despite being the heir to a rich and powerful family, Ruggie is someone always looking to make even more money through deals and schemes. In his words, “money makes the world go round, so let’s give it a spin!” He always tends to be behind the scenes of things, as if puppeting events.

Azul Ashengrotto Role: Kalim Al' Asim

Kalim is a kind soul who is always willing to benevolently help others. His generosity makes him an odd choice a house warden who are known for their calculating ways. It’s rumored that his merciful dispossession is just a sham as deals with him tend to never turn out the way they should.

Vice-Housewardens;

Trey Clover's Role; Deuce Spade

The brash and violent Vice Warden of Heartslabyul. He and Ace have known each other since childhood and are partners in chaos. He can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result. (Note: He and Riddle tied, so I flipped a coin. [No, really.])

Ruggie Bucchi's Role; Jack Howl

Raising in a poor environment, Jack is always working and looking for opportunities to create a better life for himself. Often, this makes him too busy to hang out and make friends, making him an outcast within his dorm. He greatly admires Malleus for his leadership skills and strength.

Jade Leech's Role; Rook Hunt

Rook appears to be a kind, eccentric sort who is more than willing to lend a hand to those in need. Despite this, he seems to be one of the most feared individuals on campus and there always seems to be a playful gleam in his eye.

Jamil Viper; Azul Ashengrotto

Ruggie’s vice-warden and personal assistant, who always seems to be standing behind them. He and Ruggie have been together since childhood and appear to be quite close. However, there’s seems to be something other than cheer between those forced smiles and there always a plan waiting to unfold behind Azul’s gaze.

Rook Hunt; Jade Leech

Vice-warden of Pomefiore and Epel’s personal assistant. He is soft-spoken and courteous to everyone he deals with, the exception being his look-a-like Floyd with whom he has a sharper yet playful smile for.

Ortho Shroud; Idia Shroud

Ortho’s gloomy companion who shies away from socialization. He is so introverted that his body rarely—if ever--leaves Ortho’s dorm room. Instead, he will accompany Ortho through his tablet and create holograms when he needs to take form. He spends nearly all his time gaming online, or watching his favorite music bands.

Lilia Vanrouge; Silver

Leona’s vice-warden and overseer. He has a cool and collected persona and is so low-key that his calm demeanor often crosses over into a state of visible drowsiness. Some believe he passed this onto the Prince.

Other Students;

Ace Trappola Role; Riddle Rosehearts

A Heartslabyul first-year student who finds himself getting more and more annoyed with the chaos of his dorm that’s supposed to represent the strictness of the Queen.

Deuce Spade Role; Floyd Leech

An erratic first year whose mood swings make him fit in perfectly with the chaos of the dorm. That said, he doesn’t seem particularly happy about this fact. He is ofteen seen hovering around Ruddle.

Cater Diamond Role; Vil Schoenheit

A young man of striking beauty, he considers himself the fairest of all. He is big on social media and has many followers. He is one of the few voices of reason within Heartslabyul who isn’t afraid to stand up to the manic house wardens.

Jack Howl Role; Sebek Zigvolt

A LOUD live-wire student. In his zealous to impress Malleus, whom he admires, often expends a great deal of energy to accomplish very little. His brash nature tends to put him at odds with those around him. That said, he is one of the top students in his grade, often competing with Riddle.

Floyd Leech Role; Cater Diamond

One of Kalim’s assistants and one of his best friends. He knows his way around just about any social situation and a wizard with words, which comes in handy when dealing with Kalim’s clients. Despite his easy-going nature he seems to be the only one with his head not in the clouds.

Epel Felmier Role; Trey Clover

Trey is a humble first-year who constantly finds himself out of his comfort zone after Jade and Epel decide to take him under their wing. Though why they did so, even he has no idea. People often worry Jade is rubbing off on him.

Silver Role; Lilia & Grim

Lilia is Leona’s playful guard who often sneak up on unsuspecting students. Despite his easy-going nature, he takes his role as guard very seriously, though he seems more loyal to Silver than Leona. Despite being a fae he has no magic and thus had to enroll as one student with Grim.

Grim meanwhile, is a dire beast who often proclaims that he will one day surpass Leona as the greatest magician. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and Lilia into trouble Jamil has to smooth over.

Sebek Zigvolt Role; Jamil Viper

Leona’s cunning and talented retainer. He is the most talented student of his year and isn’t shy about showing this. Though most his talent used to wrangle his fellow dorm members under control.

For reasons unknown, he seems interested in Najma.

NRC Staff;

Dire Crowley’s Role; Maleanor Draconia

Malleus’ Mother and the Princess Consort of the King of Briar Valley. Due to events of the past she is bias against non-fae, which leads to many to wonder why she became the headmistress of a school that is predominately humans and beastmen. Everyone fears her for her temper.

Crewel’s Role; Sam

A professor at Night Raven College who teaches the school's science curriculum, including potionology. Sam is friendly and charismatic, often calling his students by nicknames like "little imps".

Trien’s Role; Rollo Flamme

A stern old teacher who teaches the school's social studies curriculum, including the history of magic. He is a widely feared professor who is strict with students both in and out of class. He seems to detest his job and magic as a whole.

Vargas’ Role; Baul Zigvolt

Sebek’s stern grandfather. Despite always snapping at everyone like a croc, he is the most caring towards the students and the most protective (particularly his grandson, Sebek). He would rather die than admit this, however. Sebek often brags how he used to be a high ranking general.

Sam’s Role; Ernesto Foulsworth

A trickster who runs the school shop with his brother Gidel selling several odd trinkets he “picked up.” Despite always smiling and acting friendly enough, there always seems to be a tone of resentment behind his words. He often talks about his “friends.”

[thecharacterchronicler]

Snow Lands On Top (Pt. 2) || Coriolanus Snow X Reader || Smut

Outline: It’s the first round of the presidential elections and Coriolanus Snow’s results aren’t as good as he hoped. Fortunately, you’re there to give him an outlet for his frustration.

Word count: 3’081

Warnings: pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, very explicit ROUGH smut.

Author’s note: I wrote this as a second part to There Will Come A Ruler, since a few people asked for it. I also wanted to thank you all for all the love I received since I started posting on this page a few days ago, it means the world to me! Still blows my mind that so many people bothered reading what I wrote! ♡

(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 3 - Insatiable )) - (( Part 4 - The Bitter Taste Of My Fury )) - (( Part 5 - Craving ))

It only was your second time stepping inside the tall skyscraper that hosted your husband’s office - and headquarters. When the elevator doors opened in front of you, you instantly felt trapped, probably because the lobby was more crowded than what you expected. Even if something inside you was screaming for you to turn around and run the other way instead of losing yourself in this den of vipers, you had no choice but to do what duty required of you. You plastered a smile on your face, the one too bright and too joyful to let how miserable you really felt show, and entered the crowd, recognizing some familiar faces and greeting strangers pretending you also knew who they were. If they had been invited today to Coriolanus’s office, it meant they were important to him so you had to consider them as important to you as well.

“Hippity hoppity, there you are, little dove.” A voice sounded behind you. You heard it as clear as day despite the ambiant noise all around you, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You turned to face who it belonged too, smiling even brighter to conceal the uneasiness you always felt around such an eccentric character.

“Volumnia Gaul, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s been too long. But I suppose you’ve been quite busy trying to fulfill your duties.” She said, throwing a knowing glance down to your stomach.

“Of course, there’s never a dull moment since I became Coriolanus’ wife.” You smiled, in yet another attempt to conceal your lies. You had been miserable and bored during most of the year you’ve been married, and although you were good at acting by now, the way Dr Gaul stared at you made you feel like she was seeing right through you.

“You should bring her to the front, people need to see you together.” She said, looking up to someone behind you.

You felt him before seeing him, his hand finding the small of your back and his tall frame appearing next to you, your shoulder brushing against his side. You lifted your gaze up to look at your husband, but he didn’t look down at you, focusing his attention on his mentor instead, the only thing letting you know that he had noticed you was his hand pressed against your lower back.

“Of course.” He agreed, with a nod. Dr Gaul’s eyes landed on you once more, something unsettling in the way she suddenly stared at you.

“My offer to examine her still stands, if you want me to run a few tests on her and figure out why you haven’t conceived yet.”

Your blood went cold. Everybody knew how deranged Volumnia Gaul could sometimes be, she was as cruel as she was extravagant and it only seemed to get worse the older she got. She had left her place as the head gamemaker of the Hunger Games to Coriolanus and had retired from her scientific career, but she still ran bizarre experiments in her lab, for her own enjoyment… And you definitely didn’t want to be one of them.

“It won’t be necessary.” Your husband assured her, allowing you to breathe again with relief. “It’s not her fault but mine, I’ve been too busy with the games and my campaign to properly invest time into expanding our family.”

Dr Gaul was about to reply something but was cut off by the sound of the television increasing in the speakers. Coriolanus guided you in front of the large window in his office’s lobby, as everyone seemed to step out of your path.

He was smiling, handsome as ever in his dark red suit and you smiled too, pressing yourself closer to him when you noticed the cameras filming you from across the room. It must have been a perfect picture to showcase to the entire nation, a seemingly loving couple standing in front of the nicest view of the Capitol, surrounded by all their supporters as the reporters on TV were about to announce the winner of this round of the elections.

All eyes were on the television as the results appeared on the screen. You held your breath, waiting for Coriolanus’ percentage to go up but it only did a brief jump and then stopped, largely losing to his opponents. You turned to look at him, waiting for a reaction, and so did everyone else present in the room.

True to himself, he held his head high, standing even straighter as he remained stoic, not a single change of the expression on his face to betray his disappointment. But, even if you couldn’t say that you knew your husband that well, you still knew that he must have been crushed by such a bad result. He had worked so hard for this, put up such a show for the people and so did you, his defeat felt like your own.

It startled you when you felt his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hip. He was tense, you could feel it , but he was still smiling at the crowd, gracious in defeat. He even spoke a few words, only disturbed for a brief second when he noticed the cameras packing up instead of transmitting his speech, the viewers probably more interested in hearing what the victors of this round had to say rather than listen to your husband.

Coriolanus kept his tight grip on you, as if holding you was the only thing that could keep him from snapping. Some of his supporters came to him to offer him some words of encouragement in replacement of congratulations and he handled each conversation with polite manners.

“At least if you don’t win, we get to keep you as head gamermaker.” One lady said, trying to highlight the good in the situation but Coriolanus only gave her a tight smile in return.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out but maybe it just shows you’re better at working on the Games, they’ve been delightful to watch ever since you took over.”

“At least if you don’t have to keep campaigning you can focus your efforts on the next Hunger Games and come up with a show even better than last year’s !”

The very reason of his bad ranking at the election kept being thrown to his face, people simply preferred him as a game maker, so that they could be sure to be entertained by Coriolanus’ genius ideas to make the show an annual event rather than see him becoming president and be bored in front of their television once a year. The other thing that didn’t work out for him, as you understood, was the fact that he didn’t seem as relatable to the people since he didn’t have a family to care for and protect while his opponent, Festus Creed, already had three kids with his wife Persephone. Maybe they loved each other…

Once people were done offering their sympathy, you felt Coriolanus’ warm hand leave you, your skin a bit sore from the intensity of his previous grip on you. He rushed through the crowd, even ignoring a man who tried to address him and went to his office, shutting the door behind him.

Nobody seemed to notice, nor care, that your husband had felt the need to isolate himself but you did for some reason. Maybe it was because you knew how hard it was to keep smiling and nodding at everyone when deep down you just wanted to scream and run away. In the crowd, you met Dr Gaul’s gaze who had also noticed, watching you with careful attention, as if she was waiting to judge the way you’d react.

So of course, you smiled. At her. At everyone.

You followed the same path as he did, stopping by the man who had attempted to speak to him so that he could speak to you instead and maybe ease off his vexation at being ignored by your husband. As hard as it may be to keep going once the facade of perfection crumpled, it was necessary - now even more than before - to make sure all his allies continued supporting him.

Once he seemed satisfied by the small talk you shared, you kept moving, trying to seem as relaxed and detached as you could, until you had the opportunity to slip inside the office, mostly unnoticed by the crowd still mingling in the lobby.

“Coriolanus, I…” You started but stopped yourself when you noticed all the files scattered on the ground. Your husband was leaning over his desk, his back turned to you and you could see him breathing deeply and rapidly, his shoulders moving up and down with tension.

Suddenly, he threw the remaining of what was on his desk down, with one long motion. More files flew up in the air before landing on the ground, a glass container of pens and pencils broke on the wooden floor and shattered to pieces, flying off in every direction like a tiny bomb explosion. His desk light also tumbled to the floor, making a noise you were sure others had heard too.

You had the instinct to take a step back, your hand finding the knob again in order to retreat far away from his wrath... But, when he buried his face in his hands, he suddenly felt a lot less threatening and a lot more vulnerable, making you decide to stay.

“You might have lost this time but maybe it’ll work out next time.” You told him, softly. You wanted to comfort him, as had everyone else already, but the way he dropped his hands and looked at you with a dark glare made you question your decision.

“Always so positive.”He stated, bitterly, as if he was disgusted by your hopefulness. It wasn’t often that you got to see him without a charming smile on his face and a confident posture, in fact, it was the very first time you had been able to read him so easily, his emotions on display exactly as he was feeling them.

“It’s just one set back, for now they think you are too young, too good at your job, but maybe you’ll be elected next time. Maybe it’ll be in ten years. Maybe in thirty. But you will be president.” He shook his head, a cynical smirk on his lips.

“What makes you so sure ?”

“… Because Snow lands on top.”

His eyes darkened and he launched himself at you, crossing the path between the two of you in rapid strides so that he could capture your lips in a ferocious kiss. It left you breathless for a moment, the way his mouth was covering yours with feverish kisses, his arms around your waist to pull your body against his.

It was your second real kiss. Only the second one since you considered that your marriage had been sealed not with a kiss but with a signature at the bottom of a contract.

You pressed your forehead to his, trying to create some distance between you so that you could catch your breath and attempt to have a coherent thought about what was happening but he didn’t let you, giving you one last consuming kiss before his fingers tangled with your ponytail and he pulled, hard enough to force you to your knees in front of him.

You kneeled, looking up with expectant eyes. It was his way of showing you what he needed. He wanted to be revered, to get rebels to bend the knee in front of him, to be worshiped and relived from the anger and frustration he always locked up inside himself, with no way of letting them out.

You reached for his pants, swiftly undoing them with your eyes never leaving his pale blue ones, staring at you with a silent wrath still setting his gaze ablaze. He tugged on your hair again, forcing your chin up so that he could touch your face with his other hand, forcing a thumb passed your lips. He attentively watched you as you opened up your mouth to take it in, gently sucking before releasing it with a soft bite.

You saw him smile at your compliance, even though it was ended by a bold gesture. You were the perfect mix of obedient and fiery to make him lose his mind, and you both knew it.

He reached down to the pants you had opened for him, pulling his already hard erection. You resisted the urge to look at it, remembering how big it had felt in your hand and inside you, worried that his size might change your mind about giving him what he wanted. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed to his as you opened your mouth wide, ready to welcoming him there.

His tip glided on your tongue, his length not even entirely filling your mouth when you felt it hit the back of your throat. He shuddered with pleasure, a soft curse leaving his lips, followed by the sound of your name.

You felt a jolt of electricity in your body, a strange pride warming you up at the thought of pleasing him. You ran your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness that was already dripping from him in anticipation of his release. He cursed again and his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he began thrusting back and forth.

You tried to relax your jaw and breathe through your nose as his hard length slid on your tongue, but when his movements increased in speed and in strength, you felt him reaching deeper down your throat and you couldn’t help but gag, tears welling in your eyes in consequence. But, even though he was still very carefully looking at you, watching the way he was fucking your mouth without mercy, he didn’t stop or slow down, only attempting to have an even firmer grip on you.

Another curse word fell from his lips, betraying how close he was to finding relief but, instead of shooting his load on your tongue as you were expecting him to, he rapidly pulled himself out of your mouth, heavily panting in front of you.

You used this opportunity to catch your own breath and wipe the mascara stains under your eyes, feeling the soreness of your lips caused by the unforgiving friction he had created.

“Get up.” He demanded, which made you realize he had let go of your hair. You obeyed without hesitation, even taking a step closer to be in his reach again. He immediately took advantage of the proximity, roughly pulling your dress up above your hips and bringing his hand to your center, pulling your panties aside so that he could run a finger across your soaked folds. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, as he removed his hand and brought his finger to his lips, tasting you with a hungry gaze.

You felt your whole body buzzing with excitement, your eyes following the path of his tongue as he licked his lips, seemingly enjoying what he had just tasted. You were so ready for him, you would have begged if he asked you but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t ask for anything, he just took whatever he wanted, the way he wanted… And at this very moment, you couldn’t have been more okay with it.

His hands came to your bare hips and flipped you over so that your back was turned to him. Then, he pushed on your lower back, silently instructing you to bend over for him, which you did.

“Hold on tight.” He advised, his voice low with lust. You looked for something to do so but only found a tall bookshelf in front of you. You still gripped the sides of it, knowing it wouldn’t help you that much but you could already feel him pulling your panties to the side again.

Without a warning, he shoved himself inside you and you welcomed him, your wetness allowing him to slide all the way in with his first thrust. You bite your lip to avoid letting out a moan, very aware of the noise and chatter still coming from right behind his office door.

He completely pulled out before slamming inside you again, burying himself as deep as he could and you loudly gasped. He adjusted your position with a hand on each of your hips, gripping you so hard it was almost painful but you understood why once he repeated his action, thrusting so hard you would have lost your balance if he wasn’t helping stabilize you.

“Come on, let me hear the lovely sounds you can make.” He requested, mercilessly repeating the same movement.

“I can’t… They’ll all hear us…” You panted, a strangled moan catching in your throat when he hit deep, exactly where you needed him to.

“Good, I want them to know I’m fucking my wife.” He breathed, clearly enjoying himself too. “Show them you are mine.”

You felt dizzy at his words. Or maybe it was from the intense pleasure building up at your core. A few more of his rough thrusts and you came undone, loudly expressing your bliss as he released himself deep inside you. You both stayed connected for a moment to catch your breath until he pulled out, adjusting your panties and pulling your dress back down before taking care of putting his spent erection away.

You turned around to face him, meeting his gaze and noticing how his eyes had softened, like they had been drained of all the emotions he kept hidden behind them at all times, a clean slate to endure the rest of the evening.

To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss you. Not with hunger this time but with a tenderness you didn’t expect, like he was grateful you had been there for him.

“Was I too rough with you ?” He asked you, in a whisper, almost as if he was ashamed to say it out loud.

“Yes.” You nodded, appreciating the concern that immediately appeared on his face but you reassured him with a smile. “And I absolutely loved it.”

He smiled back, looking at you like he was seeing you in a new light. You weren’t strangers anymore and, for the first time, you were both starting to think that your marriage wasn’t such a fatality after all.

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[plushiesssforcrying]

Bluebells.

୨୧ chapters ┊ memories. / nightfall.

୨୧ character ┊ telemachus.

୨୧ pronouns ┊ she / her.

୨୧ contents ┊ day 3. telemachus fucks up. reader fucks up too. miscommunication? kinda reasonable tho LOL. not beta read, we die. angst if you squint? they have no established relationship but they're fucked up basically.

The wind bent to the slash of the blade as a young prince swung it with precision. Sweat dripped off his face as he kept moving and attacking an invisible target, the wind in the open courtyard of the palace effectively cooling him down.

“Once more.” A stern feminine voice demanded when the prince lowered his sword. He sighed in retaliation, making her gaze sharpen.

“Can we take a brief moment?” He asked her in a winded manner, “I fear my arms might fall off if I continue…”

She opened her mouth to deny him before she stopped herself, her gaze seemed to stray off— an unusual look on the goddess of wisdom. Telemachus raised a brow, confused by her hesitance. After a short moment, she nodded.

“Yes, go ahead.”

A smile broke out on his face, stepping away to rest against a tree. Athena followed not shortly after, glancing at him as he wiped the excess sweat off his face. Telemachus hadn't told his mentor about the woman he met, figuring it was nothing to note.

After all, some people are just a bit… odd. It was nothing he should be alarmed of, he thought to himself. Telemachus stared at the grass below him, picking at individual blades as his eyes were unfocused, unblinking. His breaths stayed slow and composed as he stayed lost in his thoughts, something the goddess quickly snapped him out of.

“Telemachus, are you listening?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Uh, great idea.” He muttered absentmindedly.

“Really? Because I've yet to say anything.” Telemachus blinked at Athena’s claim before groaning, realizing he walked right into her trap. He leaned his head back against the tree with closed eyes, his hands still quietly fiddling with the grass below him.

He debated rather quickly in his head whether he should tell her or not but it'd be best if she did, she'd know better after all. He opened his mouth to speak, but the armored goddess beat him to it.

“Something clouds your mind, Telemachus.” She more so stated rather than asked. “Is this because of that strange woman you've met?”

“What? No! I mean, she's just an eccentric woman at the market, with scales on her skin, and— wait, you know?”

“Did you think you could keep something from the goddess of wisdom?” A response that made Telemachus groaned as he slumped further back against the tree, letting himself slide down into the grass.

Seeing his troubled expression, she decided to speak.

“You should use your head,” She started, “nothing comes with slowing down the inevitable.”

She gently pats the top of his head. “If you seek answers from her, you should find a way to get it. By all means necessary.”

With that, the goddess bid her farewell in a hurry— with firm reassurance that she will return again, something he noticed she does very often.

Telemachus mused about it quietly. He knew that he should consider her words carefully, considering a goddess had just bestowed her wisdom to him. Although, he had a bad gut feeling if he did.

He sighed after a while, nothing comes with doubt and hesitance, he thought to himself. He picked himself up from the ground, once more in hopes to find the dangerously alluring shopkeeper.

Birds chirp overhead the prince as his shoes left a trail of temporary indents in the grass. His dual coloured eyes followed the noise instinctively, assuming that it perched not too long after the sound of flapping wings went absent.

He continued further, some leaves and fallen twigs crunching under the sole of his shoes. He reached the familiar opening in the forest after a short while, hoping to see the woman yet to be named.

It didn't take long for him to set his eyes on a figure, except he didn't quite recognize it. With a discarded cloak beside her, a woman sat elegantly on a rock.

Her face obscured by her hair, she lowered a leg towards the water of the lake—stopping just as her feet hit the top of the water, leaving a ripple in her wake.

Telemachus watched with fascination, and caution. His eyes narrowed on her body, brows furrowed as he tried to make out the spots decorating her skin.

He took a step forward and unknowingly crushed a stick, a sound that seemed to startle the woman as she quickly shielded herself with her cloak once more.

Seeing her in the familiar cloak, he finally recognized that it was the shopkeeper he had been searching for.

He couldn't help but simply blink at the sight, her back faced him as she stood upright on the rock. His gaze narrows at her, he was sure he wasn't mistaken this time.

She had scales on her skin.

He thought he was only imagining it the last time they met. It wasn't a logical idea after all, why would she have scales on her skin? What would that make her?

He's read of many creatures that have scales, dangerous or not. Is she dangerous too?

The prince was too caught up in his thoughts to realize the woman had came down and faced him with a stiff smile.

“I wasn't expecting you here, prince Telemachus.” She spoke, as if she was trying to lighten up a mood that was yet to be present.

He blinked in response, “I… couldn't find you at the market, so I figured you would be here.” He spoke slowly, watching her obscured face closely.

“You were searching for me specifically?” Her teasing tone returned.

“Careful, young prince, if I didn't know any better.. I would've thought you were here to court me.” She laughed all too familiarly, the usual mocking demeanour becoming apparent in her behaviour once more.

He couldn't help but be affected by her words. Despite knowing that she was only joking, the thought never quite crossed his mind at any point in time.

So much so that he was more embarrassed that he had little to no idea about the topic and would rather not think about it now of all time.

His gaze followed the woman walking behind the rock she was previously on.

“Yes, well, a shame that's not the case.” He played along halfheartedly, trailing behind her. He watched her crouched down and rummaged into a bag, taking out an assortment of colourful flowers that was neatly put together into a bouquet.

“What is it that you seek from me, Telemachus?” She asked, her focus still on the deadly beauty she had arranged herself.

The noble didn't respond right away. Instead, carefully regarding the way she handled the vivid flowers from afar.

The way the tip of fingers brush against the leaves, avoiding the thorns that she had yet to remove from a few of them. A soft glisten of light on her cheek catches his eye, barely visible under her hood.

Expectantly, she looked up at him again— awaiting an answer to her curiosity. Meanwhile, he was trying to find an answer to his own. One that would satisfy him without the need to cross the River Styx.

He bit his lip, his eyes holding emotions indecipherable as it watched how she stood up with a rather sluggish manner. A sign that she was comfortable, no doubt.

As she opened her mouth to question him again, he caught sight of her undeniably sharp teeth.

“Are you... a gorgon..?” He asked unceremoniously.

The woman’s smile slowly dropped, a moment of silence passing by them.

The man recalled their past meetings— the way that he had never seen her eyes, her inhuman strength, her appearance, the strange aura she emits whenever they would interact. It was a wild guess, but one that he spoke with confidence, more so as a means of intimidation than genuine certainty.

The woman, on the other hand, stayed silent. The only noise that could be heard was the rushing waters, a silence so deafening that Telemachus was sure he could hear his heartbeat drum in his own ears as he gripped the hilt of his sword in one hand.

“And what if I am, princey?” Her voice flat and monotonously answered.

She tilted her head, feigning curiosity as she stepped closer. Her movement was deliberately slow and steady but not cautious as Telemachus observed.

On instinct, the prince drew his sword. He took a sharp inhale, his eyes darting to her feet as he avoided staring into her eyes. She said nothing and only took another step closer which he gritted his teeth and tightened the grip on his sword.

“Stay back! I'm.. I'm warning you—!”

“Or what? you'll fight me?” Her tone was snarky and mocking. Continuing to taunt him, she stepped closer.

“I'd love to see you try—”

In a heap of panic, Telemachus swung his blade upright with closed eyes. The woman yelped, her outstretched hand quickly retracted back to her side as crimson red liquid dripped down her arm. She hissed, trying to subside the pain while the prince could only watch the blood pool by her feet and seep into the grass.

The prince could see in the corner of his eyes how the woman's hand twitched in irritation, her breathing slowly grew heavier. The cut he had made on her arm wasn't too deep, but it definitely stretched longer than he expected. The gash began from her forearm before she swerved to the right, narrowly avoiding her wrist and vital point.

She staggered in her steps, putting needed distance between them as her heartbeat quickened. Telemachus couldn't help but stare as the glow of her eyes intensified by the second, he had just hurt a monster.

This is what he always asked for, wasn't it? To hunt and fight monsters. To see if he could find his father once and for all at the end of the battle. Perhaps this was the battle he was looking for. Maybe, just maybe, his father will return from the death of this beast.

But why is it that now as he stares into the injured form of who he thought was a regular shopkeeper, does he only stare? His brows furrowed, his mind only focused on how monstrous her appearance was.

When the prince took a cautious step forward, she flinched and took multiple steps back. Her form was hunched, squeezing her forearm for dear life—she looked like a wild animal at this moment, no longer the composed and sophisticated young woman he'd met before.

Without another word, she turned and fled into the forest, her cloak swirling behind her. Telemachus stood there, as if his feet were rooted to the ground. For some reason, he felt as if the air in his lungs were taken away from him.

Perhaps it was from adrenaline, or maybe something else churning deep in his chest?

Whatever it was, he snapped himself out of it quickly— remembering that there was a gorgon on the loose in the forest.

He stared at the deep red blood that dripped off the tip of his sword with a flickering gaze. He tightened his lips together, sheathing the weapon once more as he swiftly made his way onto the path out the forest.

He doesn't wanna cause a panic or riot, not when the suitors run rampage in his home. If he has to deal with this monster himself then so be it.

sorry this was late, i was missing a whole middle scene in this LMFAOO. also yes, reader only appears for a short time, I KNOW.

next mini chapter is reader centric and after we knew reader's whole deal, then i can start writing her pov shh.

taglist; @lin-elizabeth @theyumeeighth

[angelsdean]

amara "ancient cosmic being born into a human baby vessel" who grew up fast VS jack "third most powerful being in the universe who absorbed all the necessary knowledge of the big bad world from his mom and hatched as a fully formed young adult"

like i'm sorry but no jack is not a child, never has been, and the text does not treat him as such. i know this is a deep cut for most people but, the show kyle xy basically did this. with the main character being a clone that was grown in a tube til he was a teen. then escaped and was running around naked before being found and taken in by a family. he's "new to the world" but incredibly intelligent and has "superhuman" abilities. he picks up on things fast and adapts to the world around him. he goes to high school. is treated like a normal teen who's a little eccentric and naive at times but not a child or toddler, despite basically being "born yesterday." he falls in love. has relationships. and typical teen experiences.

that's jack IMO. canon jack also hates being treated like a child. michael taunts him abt being a child and jack furiously states he's not before ripping him apart. yes, he looks up to dean, cas, and sam. yes, he seeks advice from them. but in the way anyone at any age might look toward their mentors / guardians for advice. he doesn't act like a toddler or a child. he is a young adult. he asks for advice on moral dilemmas. he's curious abt love, relationships, and sex. less than 24 hrs after his birth he's reaching for a beer and they're establishing that he's physically and mentally old enough to drink. and no this is not a "har har dean lets kids drink underage" moment because we've previously seen dean take beers out of claire's hand because she was underage. jack also hilariously presents himself as "two-wenty, two" to his lebanon friends. and i don't think him initially saying he's "two" means he literally thinks of himself as a two year old toddler. he's just, being very literal. and then quickly realizes as he's speaking that these people don't know that and saying he's two is insane so hold on lemme save that real quick. but like, again and again the text presents him as a young adult. also TFW calling him "kid" doesn't negate this because like, parents will still call their adult children their "kid" y'know? anyways. sorry not sorry jack is not a toddler or a child.

[annarobszombies]

if its not too much, can you make a fic on evil scientist senku? (and maybe the s/o and general should be seperate if thats okay TvT)

(i will send the art which affected me in this way in a separate ask, since i would like to remain anon)

Okay but that art was such a vibe and I'm totally here for Senku being a little crazy.

I did something a little funky here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

x gn!Reader

Senku Ishigami wasn’t evil.

Evil implied that he was torturing and murdering people for fun, and he had far too many better things to do than all that. Like helping his mentor do calculations, building his rockets, and testing chemicals on rats to see how effective they are. None of that made him evil. Just passionate about science. 

That’s what Xeno told him. And Xeno was always right.

Senku in this world let himself be swept up in Xeno's darkness

Science was so powerful, it could do anything

And Senku wanted to do everything

Even if it meant twisting his morals until they were no longer recognizable

In public, he's actually pretty much the same as he's always been

Bored, a bit distant, and a little eccentric

He's still friends with Taiju and Yuzuriha, though they don't subscribe to his way of thinking

His friends are actually very concerned and have voiced their worries many times to teachers, who have just waved it off

Because to them

He's a perfect student

There's no way he's that far gone

(he is)

The stone world is like a godsend to him

No laws means he doesn't have to worry about what he can and can't do

A master manipulator and still somehow manages to get the Ishigami village on his side

The only time he thanks Byakuya for being so sentimental

He does still want the world back to some state of normal though, and is trying to restore parts of it

When he and Xeno reunite, he jumps on the offer to merge their kingdoms together

Becomes his mentor's left hand (since Stanley is his right)

He narrows his eyes down at you, unamused by your invasion of his privacy.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He asks.

You have no excuse, you'd just been curious about what he did in his lab all day that no one was allowed to see.

You bulldoze your way into his life

Literally

The first day he meets you, you're in his lab uninvited

And that little habit of yours continues

He can't decide if you're just as twisted as he was

Or just that stupid

Xeno encourages him to take you as a better apprentice, since you seem so curious

He tells Senku it might help with his "research" to have an extra pair of hands that isn't constantly questioning what he's up to

Either way, he can't seem to get rid of you, so he let's you float around him

It was better than you messing something up when he wasn't looking

At least if he was around, he could keep you from getting hurt

Not...that he cared

...

Okay, maybe he cared a little

Refuses to admit he falls in love with you as quickly as he does

But you listen to him, and you're patient with him, and sometimes you really are as crazy as him

Sometimes crazier

You're his version of Stanley

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse iii); s.g.

synopsis: a first date with gojo satoru? maybe... or maybe not... content: canon divergence (still teen!gojo era!), fem!reader, hopeless romantic gojo, best bros satoru and suguru bickering as always, gojo has given you a nickname (and I will now claim reader and gojo as "gojo and his mochi"), unimpressed nanami, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: another addition to my gojo anthology series! I'm having sm fun writing these lil things for myself and you all! also... should I start a tag list? lmk in the replies!

"Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, and," Yaga Masamichi introduced before gesturing in your direction, speaking your name. "You may know the first two already but we've got another sorcerer to the school roster." Continuing his speech towards his three students that sat before him, Suguru and Shoko listened closely, eyeing a brooding Kento and a smiley Yu... while Satoru gazed at you with the biggest heart eyes. He didn't seem to care if he was obvious, after his first interaction with you ever (possibly the best moment of his life), he made it his goal to see you at least once a day. If you were away on missions, or busy during a lecture, he'd find a way to see you... even if it was from afar. "I want you three to mentor them from now on. Each of you teaming up with one of them and spending at least an hour a day to help them boost up their technique—"

"I'll be partnered up with mochi!" Gojo exclaimed, interrupting his teacher with a hand in the air.

"What's the point of raising your hand if you're gonna interrupt anyway?" Geto teased, earning a look from his best friend as he stuck out his tongue.

"Who... is mochi?" Yaga asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, never quite getting used to his white haired student. 

Pointing at you and speaking your name, you stood there with wide eyes and a blush. You weren't new to Gojo's behavior, after you first met him (helping you rescue your now kitten off a tree), you had plenty of... interesting interactions. At first, it was a lot to take in, seeing as he was very eccentric and grew really comfortable with you so easily, but after some time, you grew comfortable with it. With him. However, him calling you one of his favorite treats was a first. "She's cute like a mochi—"

"Oh, god..." Shoko shook her head as Suguru raised his eyebrows.

"That's a first," Yu spoke up, covering his mouth as he couldn't help but chuckle.

"No," the shared teacher spoke. "You will not be paired with her—"

"What! Why not?! We're best friends!" Satoru whined as you looked away with a subtle blush.

"Psht, that's harsh, am I now forgotten?" Suguru crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. "What if I want to team up with mochi?" The young man smirked, earning a scowl from his best friend.

"Never call her that again," Gojo hissed, earning a laugh from Geto.

"Enough, you two, she will be partnered up with Shoko. Knowing you two, you'd end up getting her hurt somehow," earning a gasp from the two boys, you couldn't help but smile, biting your bottom lip at the way they reacted. "I trust Nanami and Haibara will be fine in either of your care."

"Ugh," Gojo groaned.

"I suppose that's fair," Geto shrugged, earning a shove from Gojo in which he shoved back. "Who are we teamed up with, then?"

"Geto, you'll be paired up with Haibara," hearing a faint cheer come from Yu, Kento only sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Which means Gojo, you'll be paired up with Nanami."

"Well, if I can't have my mochi, I guess Nanamin is fine!" Gojo crossed his arms behind his head. "No offense, Haibara! Nanamin is just great company to tease," he grinned, earning an eye roll from the young, blond man.

"Perfect, today will be your first day. Report back here in an hour. Get to know one another's abilities better." At that, Yaga dismissed the class, Shoko rushing up to you and interlocking arms as she pulled you out with her. You couldn't help but look back at Satoru, seeing his grin towards  Kento turn into a frown as he looked at you. Sending him a small smile and wave, he waved back, happy that he at least got your attention for the time being.

Weeks then passed after Yaga paired everyone off, though it didn't change how things went—specifically missions—Gojo found another reason to see you. At least, another way to see you. Shoko's RCT required her to be in specific places, so he was well aware of where to find you when he wasn't with his own classmates. Nanami, on the occasion, was dragged along. Forced to watch his senior poorly flirt with you when you (shockingly) didn't seem too bothered by it. Instead, it made you flustered. You seemed to have enjoyed Satoru's attention. Of course, it never lasted long with Ieiri kicking both boys out (or just Gojo if he was the only one there) because she was busy being a good mentor and teaching you.

"I'm bored," Satoru whined as he sat on a bench, eyeing Kento as he trained on the open field. "This pairing up thing isn't all that fun."

"That's because you're not doing your job as my senior," Nanami spoke with a lack of enthusiasm.

"What's there to teach you? You're good as it is," he waved a hand as he sipped at his milk box. "I just wanna see my mochi..."

Sighing, Nanami shook his head before lifting it from his palm as he massaged his temples. A faint smile grew on his lips at the sight of you approaching, it seemed as if Shoko had lead the way before parting to go on her own route. You waved happily as he waved back, only to look at his senior to see that he hadn't noticed you. Grinning, Nanami quietly made his way towards you, his fellow classmate. To anyones shock, the two of you actually grew close. You saw one another like siblings, getting along quite well and actually maintaining interesting conversations. No one would've figured, he was a quiet boy and only really spoke when spoken to, but you brought something out of him. You always found something to speak about. Maybe it was your shared love for baked goods, or the possibility that you weren't annoying like most of the people around him. You were timid, but you were also very kind and social with those you were comfortable with. "How'd it go today?"

"Good, Shoko is very skilled, it's a shame we don't focus much on her technique. RCT is very important, no one does it like her." Smiling up at him as the two of you bumped fists, you then peeked over to Satoru, who was now lying on the bench, completely unaware of your presence. "Is he okay?"

"Being lazy as always," Nanami shrugged, but you slightly frowned. "Don't worry about it."

"What are you two babbling about?!" Gojo called out, not realizing who he had been yelling at. 

"I'll catch you later..." the blond said before patting your head, then walking away.

"Hey, I asked you a—" Sitting up and realizing who he had been yelling at, Gojo's eyes widened as he gulped. "Mochi!"

"Hi, Satoru," you greeted with a kind smile, causing him to blush. "Long day?"

Instantly standing up, nearly tripping over his own feet, he shook his head. "No! I was just... taking a break! Y'know... training others can be so tiring," he frowned while slumping forward as you let out a small laugh. "Especially someone as skilled as Nanamin!"

"Right," You nodded. "I hadn't seen you all day. I was thinking..."

Blinking a few times as he watched you approach, Gojo gulped, "yeah?"

"We should get an early dinner—"

"Now?" His eyes widen as he stood straight, earning another laugh from you.

"Mhm, or later, whatever you prefer—"

"Now! Now is good," He nodded, meeting you halfway before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I know the perfect place! Plus, right next door, they sell some delicious mochi..." He grinned as you smiled up at him.

"Is this our first date?" Gojo teased as you sat on a bench, sharing a box of mochi. The dinner was as great as he had promised, a cute little restaurant that Gojo frequented. Satoru tried his best to impress you with his cooking skills, only to burn half of what he ordered. You couldn't help but laugh it off, deciding to cook the rest—in which he praised your skills (and promised to improve his own for the next time). For someone trying to do some impressing, he's constantly teetering between being shy and letting his confidence kick in (even if it was false, trying to win you over).

"Hmm, I was the one who asked to go to dinner," you said, biting into your mochi. "Shouldn't I decide that?"

"Wait!" Gojo lifted his hands, pulling the box of mochi away as you tilted your head. "I took us here to get our dessert," he nudged his head back, towards the stand. 

"So..." you trailed. 

"So... this could be our first date!" He beamed, earning a look from you as you playfully lifted an eyebrow.

"Maybe."

[acupofinkedblood]

Scythe and child reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• The fact that the Cult of True Eye is filled with eccentric in the most questionable way imaginable is not something that one needs to remind any of you folks at this point. Everyone knows they are a different breed of delusional mixed with murderous tendencies aside for a few somewhat ‘neutralized’ members. Of course, with that being said, how can we forget the most infamous of them all? Scythe has a dark reputation to uphold under the name of her belief, a pure headache for every Banland’s police officers that has to be unfortunate enough to be in charge of her case. Now think of this: With all that being said about Scythe being such a peril, would anyone trust her with a kid? The answer is obviously no, right? But the day every other cultists see Scythe with you in her hand, their jaws will never recover the same way ever again

• Unexpectedly — maybe a bit unfortunately or ironically if you know what I mean — enough, in a random day full of unspoken events that only you know, Scythe has stepped up and took you under her wing. What was the cause of her actions? Well, only you can find out what is it. Mostly everyone in the cult has wondered the same thing since the day she announced that you will be under her care. They don’t know if she meant as a parental figure or a mentor, but maybe both? You can’t really assume things about Scythe without theorizing it out of context to make it multidimensional. So she might have ulterior motives, or she might not. All she does is for the cult’s sake, so that should explain a bit of her reasoning at some point. Don’t worry about your head, it will be safe, she isn’t a monster after all...As long as you don’t cross her the wrong way. But either way, you have found someone to look up to!

• First thing first, you will have to be in the family first before she can take care of you. That means you will have to join the Cult of True Eye, and it’s not debatable. Scythe will tell you all about the cult with her vision — highlight this part because she will tell you things as she sees it, not how it is actually supposed to be in real life’s circumstances — as she will convince you at some point. The cult will provide you anything you need or want, give you the boost that you are currently lacking to move forward without hesitation. And of course, they are a family! And family always have each other’s back. She will list out everything that you have been wanting for so long, and give you the solution by telling you to join her. Don’t underestimate Scythe when she is fixated on making a point. Before you even realize, your eye is already gone as you receive your new uniform. Not an easy price, but compared to what you will have in the future? It’s not a bad bargain

• But forget about how ominous that sounds, let’s skip to the part where one tells you what type of guardian Scythe will be like! Honestly, Scythe is the type of parental figure who will give the impression of someone similar to a trusted older sibling rather than an actual parent. She isn’t what the traditional definition of a good mother would call, but she gives off that specific vibe of the responsible yet chaotic vibe of an older sister that will be your best friend sometimes. Sure, she still has her moment of seriousness when it comes to business or matters that require her to drop the facade, but for the majority of the time she will make you feel at home with how laidback she is without any obvious pressure. Thinking of a mother who you can do all the crazy thing together and laugh about it at the end of the day, then you will see my point when applying that to Scythe. A fun mother, like that

• Scythe is protective of you to a certain degree, and that is what drives her to be firm with you. Of course, you can always come to her with your problem or you want her company for a good time, she is all for that. But that doesn’t mean she will be irresponsible with keeping you on your toes. Scythe wants to ensure your safety as you are on her watch constantly. That means she will have some rules that she expects you to follow without any questions being asked. Half of the list will be related to the cult as well as raising awareness about how you shouldn’t trust any outsiders with your back. When you put it under Scythe’s perspective, most of them are actually pretty understandable since letting strangers outside of the family get to you and influence you with their mindset is the last thing she wants, especially after what happened years ago with someone that became the black sheep of a traitor to the family. And yes, she has specific rule that is involved in her business personally. Don’t ask, just follow. She’s already leisure with you enough, so it’s not that much to ask, right?

• She tends to try and balance herself when it comes to you. Basically she is not too soft, but not too rough with you either. She is not the uptight type of parent who will suffocate you too much like a jailed bird in a glided cage with rules and mannerisms. But get this, she is definitely not the type of guardian that will let the bird in said cage fly free without a monitor strapped in its feet. Scythe allows you to have your freedom as long as it’s fitting with the family’s standards. They are all crazy folks anyway, so you are free. Just don’t go against their teachings. If anything, Scythe tries to make it comfortable enough for you so that she won’t have to respond by drastic measures if you’re misbehaving out of control. Raising someone when you’re putting your belief as the top priority is definitely not an easy thing to balance, and even though Scythe knows what she does is essential for both you and the cult, she definitely needs you to let her know how has her progress gone. Just don’t bring the cult into it, it can end in a different way. She is still that easygoing mother that will pull your leg but then helping you up in her arms, so don’t worry about it too much

• Scythe will try her best to make sure that she includes you into her schedule to spend time with you enough that she has an influence over your life, not just be there for a moment then disappears into thin air to get the milk. After all, she has made a promise to always be there for you during the first time she met you. Scythe knows how to keep her promise. And hey, she is genuinely fond of you, so why shouldn’t she spend time with her kiddo? Work when it comes to harvesting again is what she has to do as long as she is still serving the church, but outside of that, she is willing to have some fun with you because she can. Who is going to stop her? They don’t have any reason to do that, and she dares them to ever try that

• Will she spoil you? Absolutely. Aside from taking horns, Scythe usually takes things from her victim’s belongings and brings them back as a collection of trophies, that means she has quite the treasures after each harvest. Of course, feel free to select your pick as you wish. Most of them are jewelry or interesting items that caught her eye. But if you have ever shown signs of an interest in a specific type of items like watches, statuettes or even just some invaluable trinkets, you best believe that Scythe will come home one day randomly with that to surprise you. She does wipe off the blood stains it, so don’t worry too much. But just wash it again in water though, just to get rid of the iron scent it leaves. But either way, a win is still a win, and finders keepers

• She will teach you all about being a good cult member while still keeping that special part of who you are, as long as it doesn’t go against the rest of the teachings. It would be a real shame to look into if you become the outcast of the freaks, no? Everyone that they have recruited here is a special kind of — people call them crazy, Scythe call them unique — like that. That includes you. As long as you have your good manners in pocket and keep everything settled, you’re already half way there in learning how to blend in! The teachings aren’t too complicated to grasp, Scythe is more than happy to guide you through the whole thing so that you and her can see things the same way! Like mother like child, right? If we don’t dwell too much about the details of the actual things that happen within the church, then one will say that you will be fine, probably

• Still worried about not being able to fit in and get in troubles with those who see you as a thorn in their eyes? Rest assured, Scythe is here to the rescue! Believe me when I say this woman’s presence alone will make everyone suck up with air stuck in the middle of their throat even when a moment ago they’re still so full of themselves. Scythe doesn’t tolerate any kind of discrimination within the family out of spite, especially when you are the target of it. Everyone knows better than to cross Scythe and her limits, and she will make it clear to everyone that you are one of the things on the list that holds her back from massacre every dumbasses in the room. Scythe has authority, so if she can use it to pipe down the whole bullying that is happening to you, she will do it. After all she just maintains harmony, no biased opinion because you’re her kid, right?

• But still, she won’t be there for you all the time. Scythe has work to carry out after all. Even with her influence that makes people recognize the potential danger which will happen if she finds out they have been mistreated you, Scythe wants you to be able to defend yourself. Like c’mon, you are under her care and all, what will people think if they figure out that you have to be dependent on her all the time to protect you because you can’t even lift a finger to get your head out of troubles? That marks the beginning of your training with Scythe. It’s a honor really, since Scythe doesn’t take that much interest in someone to even have the patience of being a mentor in the long term. She will teach you how to break bones, mark my words. Most of the time Scythe will encourage you to keep your strength into good use since you have better thing to do rather than paying attention to those who aren’t worth it, but if someone offends you? Oh she will encourage you to become their new nightmare. Even Scythe has a short temper, she will be an absolute hypocrite if she tells you to just ignore them. As long as you win what you have started, she will be so proud of you

• To be frank though, Scythe does have expectations for you. That’s why she takes off her time to train you to be stronger. After all, if she has taken care of you personally, might as well helping you become strong enough so you can tag with her in the future, right? Just imagine one day you will be right there by her side, be within the thrill of the chase and live as her legacy. How cool would that sound? One Scythe is already enough to make Banhammer hits his fist against the wall, and with your appearance, he might as well chant prayers to hope that an invisible force will drag the two of you down on his behalf. However, training you to be on her level is a long way. She did promise that once you can beat her, she will put you up on a mission to celebrate your accomplishments. But that’s when you are able to be stronger enough under her gaze. Others she can take it easy because that’s what the elders say, but you? She is serious with you because this will affect your safety in general as well. So unless you’re strong enough, you are going to stay. No but, she won’t risk you holding her back because you can be easily targeted. This isn’t about her, this is about you and your wellbeing

• On the top of that, no matter what gear you are currently wielding, Scythe will take her time to bring you back a custom ranged gear as a gift. Yeah that’s just the fancy way of saying she gifted you a gun. Yeah, a gun. No matter if you’re a teenager or a young adult or something, she will still gift you a gun in a special occasion after she deemed you to be ready to carry it. Think of it as her way to give you the head up of the ‘it is okay to be a little shit to life’ with that shit-eating grin of hers. The gun will be a custom artificial gear that had the cult’s aesthetic marks within it, and your initial! If you don’t know how to use it, then she is right where you know where to find her. Scythe has a good vision that always aims for the bullseye of the walking target she is after when the chase is over, so you don’t have to worry about her eyesight being unstable to aim for something. Think of it as some quality time together when she teaches you to hunt with your new gift!

• Although one won’t deem her as the prefect parent due to the extreme belief she has carried for so long. But if we put that aside and just look at her actual effort of taking care of you this entire time, that does seem like she genuinely cares for you - and she does! Scythe cares for you more than she can allow herself to ever show it. She is worried about you because she knows that if you’re still weak, you can be a target to her enemies against her. And if she isn’t there to protect you, then Scythe will never be able to forgive herself. If one day you suddenly disappear and she knows that your life is being seriously threatened because of her, she will break. Scythe tries to carry her image so that you don’t have to worry about her and to make the outsiders believe that she doesn’t care about you. But when you are at home, you know how she is exactly

• To prepare you for what the cult does in the future is what she plans on doing slowly so that it won’t scare you off right immediately. Scythe has made that mental note that not everyone is as acceptance as her, and not everyone has gone through what she been through in the past to just accept the cruel way of surviving through violence. She knows it well, and she also knows that if she really wants you to think like her, she has to do it gradually step to step. Scythe will have to figure out a way for you to trust her words completely without you doubting the morality of your actions. She won’t call it ‘brainwashing’, more like ‘showing you the real nature of this world’. And with all due respect, she is good at it. She has planned to make you her legacy when the time comes, so these preparations are necessary. Slow, but steady, you will understand why she does that. Mother knows best, no?

• A typical conversation with Scythe is surprisingly comfortable. She is really laid back whenever she isn’t on the mission. Well technically she always carries that whole not-taking-anything-too-serious facade even when she is being chased down, but she seems to be less — now what is the word for it, ah — complicated. You can come to her for a fun talk without stressing yourself on what should you say or what should you not. In the end, she will laugh it off while smacking your back. It hurts a bit, but she means well. It’s like a friend-to-friend conversation where she lets you speak your mind freely, and that feeling is definitely a positive one.And she is such a yapper. And if you’re willing to let her tell you all of those stories in full details how she escaped the idiotic warden with a glamorous attitude with barely a scar on her beautiful face, then let me sit you down kid because she can go on and on. Scythe likes to brag about her achievements to you, since she thinks that will make you look up at her even more with how skilled and cool she is. After all, Scythe is a prideful Inphernal who does things professionally, a good figure to learn from, eh?

• Speaking of that, she adores gossiping more than you give her credit for. If you ever hear something within the cult, even when it’s just those trivial matter of someone’s personal life, trust me when I say her ear will turn to you first before her eyes so you can get that as the hint to continue so she can listen too. Don’t just keep all the tea to yourself, she wants to hear it too. One thing that might catch you off guard when it comes to Scythe is how she has the most judgmental face that you can ever imagine when listening to gossip. The more shocking it is, the more her face will be more colorful as if words are written on it. It’s actually hilarious when she does that face. Sometimes the Broker joins mid conversation to support your gossip too. And honestly you might as well join Scythe with the whole judging side eye thing with the details he provided about the unlucky folk that is the center of attention in your conversation. It’s actually funny how the three of you have formed a gossip trio that is all there for the shits and giggles without worry about anything

• While we are on the topic with the face of the Broker we all love — yes, the one we all love, don’t argue with one on this one, at least not in front of Scythe for everyone’s sake — and know, he is definitely the interesting guy when it comes to be in contact with you. Scythe trusts him, and she already lets you know that at some point you can rely on him when she is away too. Basically she trusts him to babysit you or something similar like that. Think of him as the fun uncle! He knows how to keep things lively as well as keeping you entertained. Sometimes he even takes you out to Crossroads when he has a business and just let you stay there so that he can keep a better eye on you while working. Afterwards, it’s like a joyride with your uncle who adores chaos with your company. But is the Broker the best person you can ever entrusted with the duty that involves a kid if you’re a sane person? No. Absolutely not. But is Scythe a sane person? Oh hell no. That’s why she is able to trust Broker with you. And oh boy does she have a headache because of her decision

• There is this one time when Scythe lets you stay with the Broker while she is on a mission. And coincidentally, Broker has a phone call for business not long after Scythe has left. He can’t really just drop you alone at the church again after Scythe trusts him with you, and honestly he doesn’t really like how ran down the place is, that’s why he prefers his hideout at Crossroads anyway. So after a good moment of brainstorming, he decides to just tag you along since he figures what can even go wrong. Jokes on him, something can go wrong. Who would have thought that he would be found out by the Banland’s polices on patrol? If you weren’t there, Broker would gladly stay and get his hand dirty, but too bad, he can’t leave you in danger, not when Broker already loses his body as those brute slice his head out. Luckily you’re able to pick his head up and continue to run. And so the two of you just hide before Scythe’s instinct goes ‘something is wrong’ and manages to catch up with you two after finishing her harvest quicker than expected. Thankfully, the location of her mission and the place where you hide with Broker isn’t that far away from each other. Scythe literally has to pick you carrying Broker’s head and lecture both of you the whole way back

• Scythe loves showing that she cares about you through physical affection. But well, those type of affection isn’t technically the one you’re currently thinking. Ruffling your head, smacking your back, pinching your cheek…well, they can be a bit harsh, but she never goes overboard with it. It’s a playful gesture in a feigned aggressive manner anyway, and it fits Scythe more than those typical gentle actions to show love. She likes to specifically pick you up and just dangling you in the air for fun as if you’re a cat being held as a hostage in air jail. Scythe enjoys surprising you from behind as she will just wrap her arm around your neck and pull you back while laughing at your reaction. That look on your face is more than priceless. Asking Scythe for a hug when you’re feeling down is actually not that hard. She might be surprised at first, but she still agrees as long as it lifts your spirits. Heck, she will even carry you on her back if you want

• Sometimes you can’t predict this woman at all despite spending most of your time under her guidance. Scythe has the habit to let her hat cover her face when she is sleeping on the couch of just anywhere that is not her bedroom. And sometimes she does it not because she is sleeping, but rather fully awake and uses her ears to detect what are you trying to do. You might lost count how many time when you’re about to sneak out or just do something that you aren’t supposed to do in that time while you assume Scythe is sleeping when she is in the same room, she has scared you to near death as she suddenly speaks. The other time that she manages to scare you is her ability to just sneak around in the dark with no sound. You’re already used to her heels tapping the ground whenever she walks, but have you prepared yourself for the fright when you found out she can move without a sound? Just imagine walking in the dark with barely any light source and your guardian just peekaboo you without a warning. She definitely owes you quite the potential medical bills for heart attack. She is too unpredictable, it’s not healthy for your heart at all

• But funny enough, Scythe isn’t fearless as we all know. Even when she enjoys catching you off guard just for fun due to your reaction, she is in fact scared of one thing that she would rather choking down on five bottles of vodka than admitting that with a straight face at all cost. And that thing is…ghost. Yeah, ironic, isn’t it? The woman who had been head to toes with the fearsome warden of Banland, the one whose blade strike down with blood stained her hand without any hesitation, the one who had caused the authorities quite the nightmare is having nightmare herself with ghost. There is this one time the Broker tried to scare her when it’s Halloween, and you literally have to catch his head because Scythe was so startled that she just punched his head immediately with a force that could make his head do a home run if it wasn’t for you to catch him. If you ever try to tell Scythe a ghost story, she will literally pinch your mouth without a second thought. Yes, you heard one, she would pinch your lips to shut you up when your mouth looks like a duck’s beak with her fingers, no jokes

• She won’t claim that she can sing that very well, she is more leaning to vibe with the melody rather than expressing it. The least she will do is dance it off to the rhythm, maybe dragging you or the Broker in for the fun of it too. However, that doesn’t mean she is completely tone deaf. One thing that not many people know about Scythe is the fact that she actually sings without making it into a disaster. And she has a habit to hum whether she is chasing her prey down or just standing idly with nothing better to do. Her voice isn’t too good or anything, asking her to sing something like a lullaby will probably earn you a knock on the head alongside a dismissive grin. But does that mean she can’t? No. Scythe’s voice when she hums can be soothing as long as she is at peace. You might have heard her hum a tune before when she doesn’t even realize it herself. If you want her to sing — more like hum in this point — you to sleep, you gotta try and convince her a lots more. Who knows? She might surprise you one day if you’re too tired to even recognize her humming

• Scythe is pretty open-minded when it comes to other stuff that doesn’t involve the cult’s morals and so on. She is the one who believes in fun parenting which allows you to fuck around and find out the lessons yourself because it’s much more easier to understand rather than listen to a lecture on and on, it’s just boring and won’t get you anywhere. She will let you do anything and then wait for you to come back to tell her what happened. You want to go to somewhere not-so-legal? Just don’t get caught. You want to try something not-so-legal? Just don’t get caught. You are seeing someone? Convince them to join the cult if you can, and don’t get caught. You want to this or that? Sure, do whatever you want, just don’t get caught and call her whenever it gets too tough or when you need someone to bail you out by force. Seriously, Scythe allows you to anything as long as it doesn’t kill you

• She is definitely there for the chaos too. Like it’s mentioned before, Scythe is all for the fun parenting that doesn’t really fit the traditional criteria of a responsible parent. But does she care about those? Oh they wish. Scythe wants you to mess around and learn from those lessons rather than keeping you within a bubble for the rest of your life. That involves letting you try the things that someone won’t usually let a kid do. I mean, she already gives you a gun, everything that normal folks deem as ‘dangerous’ to you seems like child’s play at this point. Even when things have consequences, as long as it’s not that serious that will threaten you or anyone’s safety to that extreme point, she can let it slide. Everyone knows that Scythe drinks wine. If you ever want to try it even though you’re not supposed to, she will just smirk and let you try a sip before and just burst out laughing directly at your reaction because how are you supposed to know that it’s heavy as hell? Scythe is just built different, hence why her liver hasn’t burn from it yet

• Long story short, Scythe does the best as she can when taking care of you. Even her way of doing it is definitely a bit controversial, but she does what she believes is good for your development. At the end of the day, she doesn’t just raise you to be the next big thing of the church, she raises you because it is her duty to uphold that promise she made with you when she became your guardian. Having Scythe as your parental figure is definitely a wild experience due to her eccentricity, but it’s not necessary a bad thing at all. You’re her kid after all, and she might not be the best, she definitely has her way to raise you right to her own standards. At the end of the day, you’re still her little ankle biter, her little rascal and the fun-sized chaos that she cares for until this day

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