#if that gives you any indication of how obsessed my mother was

[hymnsofheresy]

i assume everyone knows what/where assisi is because my mom is a obsessed with saint francis and would drag us on pilgrimages there since we were like one years old. and like i talk about going to assisi and they are like "a see what?" nvrmnd i thought this was normal.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hi sweet angel, I have to admit that I'm new to your profile, but my obsession with your writing is almost as great as my obsession with snow, I have a request that changes the story a little bit.

Coryo is completely obsessed with the reader, but she thinks he is just an affectionate friend, both become mentors and instead of snow falling in love with lucy, it is the reader who falls in love with her tribute, and begins to move away from Snow, he can not accept this and manipulates the games, Not for lucy to win, but rather, to get rid of the reader's tribute. (Sorry for any mistake, English is not my mother tongue, so I use Google translator)

Slipping Through My Fingers || Young!Coriolanus Snow x reader

GIF by i forgot sorry :( divided by @firefly-graphics

A/n: this took me forever to finish idk why 😭 also this has to be the longest fic i've written so far.

Warnings: mention of blood, possessive coryo, mentions of death

Wc: 2,975

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

"Can I see you tomorrow morning?" Coriolanus looks down at you with hope in his eyes, you open your mouth but close it before sighing. "I can't, sorry. My parents want me to be home when my grandparents are there," You lie through your teeth as he hums, nodding.

"That's fine, tomorrow afternoon then?" His hand touches your waist as you smile up at the boy. "Of course Coryo, I'll see you then?" You touch his hand that was at your waist as he nods. You give him one final smile before disappearing around the corner.

You felt bad for lying to him but you didn't know how he would take it if he found out that you were actually going to meet your tribute first thing when his train from the districts arrived in Panem. Your tribute, Dean, from district 8 intrigued you. You couldn't keep your eyes of the screen when he appeared. He caught your eye immediately.

Coryo couldn’t stop complaining all day about his tribute from district 12, Lucy Gray. Saying that she would not last a second in the game. Unlike him, you had faith in your tribute.

So here you were, standing on the platform waiting for the train to come to a halt as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. A smile on your face, dimples on display as the doors open revealing Dean. He was taller than you imagined, but nonetheless, he looked surreal. There was no denying that Dean was good looking, incredibly good looking which you would imagine would play a role in the amount of donations he would have.

"Dean. Y/n Y/l/n. I'll be your mentor." You extend your hand out in front of him as he looks you up and down before shaking your hand. His shake was firm, his fingers calloused. An indication that he was a hard worker.

"Are you supposed to be here? I don't see other people like you around here," He says as he looks around the train station. You notice Coriolanus' tribute, Lucy Gray walking by and staring at the two of you questioningly. You make eye contact with her before clearing your throat and looking back at Dean who hadn't kept his eyes off of you.

"No. I'm not supposed to be here." You confess, your hands fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as Dean raises an eyebrow at you. "Then.... what are you doing here?" You pause. What were you doing here? You could have waited like the others for tomorrow to meet him.

"I uh- I wanted to welcome you to the Capitol." You offer him a smile. Silence. "Can I be blunt with you Dean?" Your head slightly tilts, a habit of yours when you ask questions. "Sure," He shrugs. "I see potential in you," You hold his hands in between yours as he glances down at your intertwined hands with an expression you couldn't quite figure out.

"You can win this hunger games. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that you do. Such potential like you for a bright future shouldn't be wasted," You solemnly smile at him. Dean stays quiet for awhile, his hand still in yours before a peacekeeper roughly pulls him away from you.

"Hey!" You shout as you follow the two. "It's time for them to go Miss." The peacekeeper says as he throws Dean into the back of a van. Just as he walks away from your view to close the door, you jump into the van along with the rest of the tributes. "What are you doing!" Dean whispers yells at you as you stay hidden behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief once the doors close. "What's this? Is this your mentor, Dean?" A girl you recognised to be Carol asks with a sinister smile. You push past Dean and extend your hand out for her to shake. She looks at your face then your hand and lets out a laugh.

"Why would I shake hands with someone like you." She spat as a few others laugh alongside her. You notice Lucy Gray once more, sitting there silently. "Why do you get special treatment Dean, huh?" Carol pushes you backwards catching you off balance as Dean catches you.

"I could kill her right now," Carol chuckles like a maniac. Dean moves you behind him, "Leave her alone," He voices out, his tone screaming authority. Before Carol could respond, the van shook violently as you all lose your balance. You let out a groan as you felt your body slam against the van door before it flies open, causing you all to roll out onto hard rocks.

You let out a groan as you slowly lift up your head, squinting your eyes at your surrounding before you hear Dean's voice. "Y/n! Are you alright?" He asks worriedly as his grips your bicep, aiding you to stand up as you realise where you were. You were at the zoo cage.

You place a hand on your head as you let out a low groan. "Excuse me! Hello! Over there! Can they not hear me in there?" You hear a familiar voice belonging to Lucretius Flickerman. Dean takes a hold of your forearm, helping you keep balance as he whispers to you, "Own it." You look up at him with a small smile. He offers his arm to you as you link arms and walk towards the iron bars.

"Y/n Y/l/n, one of the mentors for the 10th hunger games." Lucretius says to the camera as he then directs his gaze towards you. "The game makers did tell you to jump into the cage with them," His tone was skeptical. Dean looks down at you as you glance at him before looking at Lucky.

"They didn't tell me not to. They just said it was a mentor's job to introduce our tributes to the citizens of Panem, and I thought well if Dean is brave enough to be here, then why shouldn't I be too?" You say with confidence, "For the record, I didn't have a choice," Dean butts in.

"What is Y/n doing there?" Arachne gasps as she ctaches the attention of Snow and the others as they look to the screen. There you were, linked arms with a tribute, looking awfully comfortable with him to add. Snow furrows his eyebrows at disbelief that you were there.

You told him that you were to be at home, but clearly not. Coriolanus watches with intent as you look at Dean when he spoke. His fists bawl up as Clemensia makes a comment. "You alright Coryo? You look.... bothered," Her hands rest on Snow's upper arm as he pries her touch off of him.

"I'm fine," He snaps as he leans forward on his seat. He was bothered. Very bothered seeing you so close with a tribute. "He's obviously not fine, he's bothered seeing Y/n so touchy with her tribute, isn't that right Snow?" Arachne teases as he slams his hand on the table causing her to shut up. "Shut it, Crane." Coriolanus says through gritted teeth as Arachne puts her hands up in surrender.

"They look really close. Can't blame Y/n honestly, she got a good looking one," He hears Clemensia quietly say before he had enough and stood up, storming off.

~

"Coryo," You call out as you catch up to him, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you offer him a smile. He says nothing, his face stern as he continues to walk, not bothering to look at you. "Hey listen, I'm sorry I stood you yesterday, I just got super busy-" "Yeah I saw, busy with your tribute right?" He gives you a sarcastic smile as you scrunch your eyebrows.

You were all making your way to the enclosed cage to talk to your tributes. "What?" Snow rolls his eyes at you, finally stopping. "I saw your interview with Flickerman. Looked awfully close to your tribute," You let out small chuckle as his face shows no sign of amusement.

"Coryo, I was just introducing myself to him and getting to know him that's all. I have faith in him that he will win and I wanted him to know that. Wouldn't you do the same with your tribute if you had faith in her?" You touch his arm as he looks at your hand.

"Right?" You try and get a response from him as he sighs, "I guess," Is all he says before intertwining his hands with yours. You look down at your hands, a sweet gesture from him. When you both get closer to the tributes, you unclasp your hands with Snow and walk towards Dean who has already seen you and was making his way closer to you.

"Hey," You greet Dean as you look through your bag and find the half of your sandwich and cookie which you put away for him. You hand it to him as he thanks you, immediately taking bites as you watch him. He could feel your stares as you look away. Your eyes land on Coriolanus and Lucy.

He was talking to her about something as Lucy looks towards you and Dean. Snow finally looks at you, his expression cold as you gulp and look at Dean who was already looking at you. "He your boyfriend or something?" He asks as he takes another bite of the cookie. Your eyes widen. "Who? Coryo? No." You laugh as Dean stares at you.

"He's just a close friend of mine." You say as he nods, unbothered. "Do you? Do you- uh- have a-" "No." He deadpans as you slowly nod. From afar, Snow was watching the two of you interact the entire time. "Do you want to win Lucy Gray?" He turns his attention from you to his tribute.

"Do you think I can win?" She asks him as he thinks. "Honestly? no." He admits as Lucy scoffs. "But if you listen to what I say and do what I tell you to do, you will." His tone was stern as Lucy nods, her eyes following his eyeline which led to you and Dean. "That your girlfriend? That girl who was with us yesterday in the van."

"Her and Dean seem to be close, don't you think?" Lucy watches Coriolanus' face, his jaw clenching at the mention of the two. "They're not close, she just knows how to play the game," Coriolanus snaps before standing up and backing away from Lucy Gray.

~

You hadn't spoken much to Coriolanus the past couple of days. You were with Dean quite a lot, making up strategies and scenarios for when the games started. "I care about you, Dean. A lot." You take his hands in yours, the sound of his iron shackles making you cringe as you look him the eyes. Dean looks around the room before caressing your hand.

You and Dean have gotten very close over the past days. You both had faith in each other, trusted one another. Coriolanus narrows his eyes at the two of you, 2 desks away from him before his gaze settles on your touching hands.

He lets out a quiet scoff as Lucy Gray looks over to you and Dean. "Do you know him?" Snow asks her as he cocks his head towards Dean. Lucy shakes her head. "You want to win, don't you?" He leans in close to her.

Lucy hesitantly nods her head, "Yes. Yes you do Lucy." He answered for her, his gaze hard on her as she squirmed under his stare. "You need to kill Dean first. You need to before he kills you. He's a strong competitor, I can tell, that's why you need him out first. Then, it will be a piece of cake." He smirks as he leans back on his chair. "What do I need to do?"

~

“Y/n,” Coriolanus calls out as you turn your head to his direction, a small smile on his face as you beam at him. You run to him, throwing your arms around him as you hug him tightly. Coryo was caught off guard but eventually hugs you back.

“Good luck,” You say, although it was slightly muffled against his shirt. “You too,” He says back, his hand rubbing your back as you pull back, giving him your pearly white grin that only a few were able to see. Coriolanus felt a pull at his heart for he knew what was going to happen would break you.

Your other classmates arrive as you get settled for the 10th hunger games to start. Your eyes were trained on the screen as you watch Dean kill 2 people. You bite your fingernails as you continue to watch it play out infront of your eyes. Coriolanus offers his hand as you take it, squeezing it as you watch Dean.

A couple hours pass by and everyone sits up when they watch Coryo's tribute, Lucy Gray being corned by a few of the others, Dean included. In the corner of your eye, you watch Coryo come up to his screen and rapidly click.

Your eyes flicker back to the screen as drones of water come flying at the tributes, knocking them out as the room erupts in gasps. "These drones are not very good," Flickerman comments. "Hey! What are you doing?" Vipsania shouts as she stands up.

"You can't attack the tributes Coryo!" You snap at him. "I'm just sending water," He coolly says as you shake your head and scoff. Dean managed to dodge them luckily. You watch as Lucy Gray runs, Dean chasing after her as your leg bounces.

She manages to hide in one of the vent holes as you notice Snow let out a sigh of relief. Dean punches the vent in anger as he eventually leaves her. A few more hours pass by as you fell asleep, the sound of banging wakes you up. Coryo was nowhere to be found.

Your eyes focus on the screen as Dean and Coral stand underneath a vent pipe. Coral's pitchfork was reportingly stabbing at the vents above. Dean follows the noises, his gaze on the vent. "Coral. Coral she's right here," He whispers to her as she continues stabbing at the vent. Coriolanus then runs in, "Lucy Gray, is she okay?" He says out of breath.

"She wont be for long," Festus comments as everyone's eyes are trained on the screen. All of a sudden, Dean touches his nose as he looks confused. You immediately stand up on your feet, "Wait, what's wrong with Dean?" You move closer as he falls on his knee making your heart race.

"Did Coral do something to Dean?" You panic as Dean starts spazzing out on the floor. Coryo glances at you. Lucy Gray did what he told her to do. He had snuck her rat poison to use, if a small amount was to be inhaled, it would be deadly.

You cover your mouth as your eyes widen. Dean was laying on the ground, not moving at all. You flinch at the sound of a buzzer going off, indicating that he was in fact dead. Dean was dead. And you didn't even know how it happened. You storm out but before you could, Coryo grips your arm, "I'm sorry," He says as you furrow your eyebrows at what he meant before snatching your arm from his grip. "Dean is down. Good afternoon Miss Y/l/n," Flickerman calls out.

You storm out with rage. Dean was supposed to win. He was supposed to make it out alive. You even promised him he would come out alive and go back to his family. One moment he was perfectly fine, and then the next, he's on the floor spazzing out and then dead. Your mind drifts back to Coriolanus' words, I'm sorry. What did that even mean? You assumed he was just apologising that your tribute was dead.

~

Lucy Gray had managed to win. You were happy for Coryo of course. But Dean’s recent death still plagued your mind. “Y/n,” Coryo breathed out the moment you opened your door to him; he reached out for you, pulling you against his chest.

It caught you by slight surprise before you hugged him back. The pent up emotions finally releasing the moment he rubs your back affectionately. “Shh” He softly shushed you as waterfalls fall down your cheeks. Everything was chasing up to you.

“I-I don’t even know what happened to him,” You sob in his embrace as he traces shapes on your arm. You continued to rant to him as he brought you to your living room.

You rested your head against his chest as he listened, sometimes he would bite his tongue at the things you were saying about Dean. "He was just a tribute y/n-" "He was not just a tribute." You snapped, lifting your head up as you stared at his blue irises.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes the minute you turn your head back around. "He's human, just like you and I. He had dreams, he had a family to go back to Coryo, do not just sit there and tell me he was just a tribute. He's more than a tribute," Coriolanus listened to every single word that came out of your mouth.

He did not agree with most of the things you said but for the sake of it, he said nothing. When you spoke about Dean, it grew on Coriolanus that you infact liked him, alot. Perhaps even more than like. And that was why he felt the need to kill him. You were his, only his. And after all, he couldn't have some lowly district boy taking over your body and soul.

[world-of-aus]

Heyyyy, I think I have an idea hehe. I absolutely love mob!Bucky but I have an idea for teacher!Bucky hehe. And I hope you like it.💕

What about Bucky teaches little kids in school and there is that one little kid who adores him and even when he doesn’t admit it he adores her too. When he meets the mother (this would be the reader) he likes her and the little kid is there as well and is completely in love with him hehe.

I’m not sure if it’s a good idea or not. And if not and you don’t write it it’s one but when you write it thank you hehe.💕

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I've altered the request just a tiny bit so I hope you don't mind! I have been obsessed recently with Meet Cute's and decided why not give it a try through your request and see how I do! This is such a self-indulgent fic for me, as I am a Elementary Special Education Teacher so my love for the kids and the job will shine through Bucky in this lol! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy Readings Buns!

Meet the Teacher.

A designated night for parents to do just that, meet their child's teacher.

Though many already knew who Bucky or Mr. Barnes as they all respectfully called him was, many had still filtered in with their child through his open classroom door this evening, if the missing folders he had placed out this afternoon were any indication.

It had been a sight for Bucky to see; what once used to be tear stained cheeks, wobbling lips, and meek hellos offered behind their parent's legs at the beginning of the year were now beaming smiles, small arms wrapping around his waist and the most eager voice telling him all about their day outside of his classroom.

It was the part he loved most about his job, the interactions he had with his students, the growth he was able to be a part of from the beginning of the school year right up to the end when they received their Kinder Diploma.

He was astonished with the group of kids he had this year, all of them growing on him, wedging a piece of them into his heart. And though it happened every year, he was still surprised with how much he grows to care for them all, how much he misses them - though he will see them in passing through the hallways. Even after he's been assigned a new set of kids to mold and grow with.

With his classroom void of students and visitors, he takes the time to walk around and take it all in. Student crafts and paperwork strung from the ceiling, stapled to his wall, even pinned to his bulletin board which he has deemed his wall of memories that sits directly behind his desk.

The kids' drawings of him taking up most of the corkboard background now. He takes it in, noticing that one students art work in particular covers more, and a smile pulls at his lips. She’s the brightest he believes he's had in his seven years of teaching. Keep in mind all of his kids are bright, there's not one child that has walked through his doors that hadn't not surprised him yet, but there's something about this one. She radiates warmth, a certain kindness that he didn't think a six year old could hold, an adult maybe, but a child at this age?

He's proud to be her teacher though, to take away some of that kindness she spreads through his class. He applauds her parents daily on the way they've raised her, he imagines if he had a daughter he'd like to do as good of a job as they've done with her.

A soft knock pulls him from his trance, his breath catching in his chest when he looks to his doorway.

You stand there with a warm smile on your lips your daughter tucked shyly behind your leg, a sight he never believed he'd see. A soft hello meets his ears kicking him into motion as he closes the distance between the two of you. Hand outstretched, yours falls into his, like it fits his heart thinks. "You must be y/d/n's mother," he greets. Your smile nearly brings him to his knees, this is who she gets it from, he thinks, it has to be. You radiate the same warmth.

"Yes, she talks so much about you and your class, Mr. Barnes did this, Mr. Barnes taught that, she's really taken with you, you're doing a wonderful job with your students."

He's complimented plenty by parents and staff, but hers rings a little more with him tonight. Drawing his attention down to the little girl that hides behind her leg, he drops to a squat offering her a smile. "I know it's not morning but," and he tilts his head to the doorway where his visuals sit. He watches as she emerges more from behind you, her finger pointing to where it points every morning. He doesn't hesitate as he opens his arms for her, her little body lunging at him, that giggle that he gets every morning from her finally emerging. There she is.

When he releases her he stands, but her smaller hand finds his as she pulls him inside the room, his evening looking a lot like his morning. He can hear you scold her softly as you follow them in, and he can't help but to look over his shoulder, a shake to his head, "it's alright," he answers, "it's not a problem."

The three of you move further into the room, Bucky following the lead of the little girl pulling his hand, and you trailing just behind the two of them. They come to a stop at her desk, you fall in closer to them as your daughter opens her folder for you to see all the works she's done.

You coo and aww at all the pages she pulls for you to see, that prideful smile on her lips as she waves the pages at you. Bucky takes this time to step in, to compliment you like you did him. "She's a wonderful student, not only in her academics but with her classmates as well, where you daughter is involved no friend of hers is ever left out." Your eyes meet his, warm smile returning to your lips, "you and dad are doing a wonderful job with her, she amazes me everyday really."

There's a slight falter to your smile, and Bucky wonders what he might have said wrong. He watches as your hand falls to your daughters head, smoothing it over her hair, "thank you so much, but it's just me and her." Oh. "I'm so sorry, I should have asked first." He offers mentally scolding himself. You shake your head," It's quite alright Mr. Barnes, you couldn't have known," you say smile returning, "I always worry that I might not be doing the best I can by her but -"

"You're doing a wonderful job," he cuts in hoping to right his wrong, wanting to suddenly stop any negative thought waiting to leave your parted lips, because you were doing an amazing job. "Y/d/n is such a bright student, with the biggest heart I think I've ever seen in a six year old, you should really be proud of not only her, but yourself as well. I can't say I know what it's like to raise a child but you've got a very bright girl on your hands, she shows me everyday."

He watches you go bashful under his words, he'd like to do it again he thinks. "Thank you Mr. Barnes."

"Please call me Bucky." and he might tell himself later in the car that he doesn't know what made he do it, but he knows why.

You go bashful on him again, gaze drifting down to your daughter who still flips through her work. Your eyes find his again, and he wonders if you've gone breathless like him, "Thank you Bucky," his name coming from your lips sounds even better. "It really means a lot to me, but I don't think I can take all the credit, she's with you for just as much time as me, if there's anyone else who should be thanked here it's you as well, as I mentioned earlier you're doing a wonderful job not only with her, but your other students as well - given the fact that she raves about you everyday." you tease, your daughter groaning at you for ratting her out.

He chuckles, "well she raves about you as well, y/d/n would you like to show mom your drawings of her?" The noise that leaves your daughters lips is comical, as if she figured out where her hidden treasure is as she moves around the room to go get her art folder. She moves back over to the two of you laying the folder flat as she flips it open, pulling pages. "Whenever the children have downtime, she chooses to sit by my desk side and draw you, likes to comment here and there with me what she's created, and why."

He hears you apologize and he can't wonder why, "I'm so sorry, she must keep you from your work." He laughs eyes still watching your daughter flip through the art, "teaching kids, learning about them, with them, it's my job, it's no problem at all, it's what I love the most."

He doesn't catch the way you look at him then, his gaze to intent on your daughters work. "That one's my favorite," he comments pulling your gaze from him to the paper your daughter holds, a picture within a picture."

You laugh, smile pulling at your lips, despite the overdrawn images you know exactly what she's drawn. "She wouldn't stop talking about you that day," you say, "she was raving all about you, how I just had to meet Mr. Barnes, that I was going to love him just like she did, told her I needed to meet him first, she came up to me with that picture of you thirty minutes later asking how I felt now."

He chuckles your gazes locking at once, he'll scold himself later in his car at how unprofessional his next comment, "and what do you think?"

"A little more time with you and I just might."

Your gazes fall away then both of you falling bashful as you both redirect your attention back to the wonderous girl.

He was betting on it.

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ dirty secret ☁︎

REQUESTED! i lost the fricken request T-T but here it is anyway, so hopefully they see it! <3

The request was something like.. : Can you please write a yandere/possessive Neteyam, but he acts sweet and kind infront of Y/N, and hides alll the dirty secrets. I absolutely fell in love with the idea!

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Yandere Neteyam! x Oblivious! Fem! Na'vi! Reader!

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, Murder, Manipulation, Possessive/protective behaviour. Not proof read.

Synopsis : Neteyam was so in love with his mate for life, the love of his heart and the constantly thought in his mind. He would do anything for her, to keep her as his. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈..

Neteyam smiled as he watched his blue skinned girl weave a basket, teaching the younger na'vi kids how to do so, and chuckling when a young male accidently weaved his finger to the current basket he was making. It made her giggle too, and hearing tha made his obsessed heart flutter with happiness. He liked her happy, though he did wish only he could make her show any emotion at all.

He approched the girl and patted her hwir gently, loving how braided yet soft it was, and she looked up at him, giving a warm and kind smile. "Hello ma'Neteyam." The girl greeted, her na'vi accent send shivers down his spine, loving, addictive shivers. "Hello, sylang(flower)." He sat down, and the children admired the warrior before getting back to weaving, Y/n leaning over and helping a young female who got confused.

Once the weaving lesson was over, Neteyam helped Y/n gather her lesson things, carrying them for her as they walked to their shared hut, going inside and setting the stuff in the corner where they belonged. "How was training?" Y/n asked him and he looked to her with those ember orbs that almost matched her own like the rest of the clan. "Alright, my father showed Lo'ak and I a few new tricks he learnt."

She smiled at him sweetly and walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling him close, making the males tail lift and sway happily, hugging her back and kissing her temple. "Oh, I have promised to help Fulang'iti with something. So I will head off now. Would you mind starting dinner on the fire, I won't be long." She promised and his heart clenched. 'Him..' Neteyam thought. No matter how many times he secretly threatened him to stay away from his mate, he kept coming back like the sky people.

"Alright, I can do that for you." With that, the girl left and Neteyam couldn't help but snarl to himself, why would she care about what he wants? He thought to himself and ran a hand through his black braided hair, then he stared at the ceiling of his hut before sighing and going over to the fire pit, getting out a piece of meat he hunted and smiled. Sure, they could go to the clan eating area, but sometimes it was nice to eat alone with the one he adored to the core.

"Fulang'iti... your really pushing bonderies.. talking to what is rightfully mine and mine alone.." he spoke, and stared at the knife in his hand made of tree wood and a rock, sharpened, perfect for slicing. "Fulang...'iti.." he suddenly smirked slightly, "maybe words aren't enough alone... is that what your indicating, Eywa..?" He asked softly, a smirk forming on his blue face.

Y/n stood with Fulang'iti, helping him with hunting. "So, what does a warrior like you need help with hunting?" She asked, holding an arrow in one hand and a bow in the other, made by her father specially for her. "Well my mother has given birth to twins as you know, so now my family has eight children, including me, the second oldest. So, I just wanted help to collect everything we need." Y/n nodded, she had two older brothers and a single father, and he always needed help hunting when they were little.

"Alright. I don't mind." She smiled at him and they stayed close as sound of thanator's could be heard from near by, kneeling more closely to the ground. Neteyam watched them closely from up a tree, how dare he ask her to do this with him. She was a fragile weaver, not a hunter. Sure, she was good with a bow, but her precious self should not be thus far away from the safety of the clan.. without her mate. With Neteyam to protect her. Only he could protect her.

They made it to a ledge and knelt down beside each other, watching a lot of prey animals doing their own things. "OK.. try to get something big, please." He spoke to her quietly and she nodded, then advanced forward, but not too closely, she had a bow for a reason, she just wanted a better look, see what looked slightly weaker, incase she strikes wrong and it went for her.

Neteyam took this as his chance, and advanced towards the other male who was approaching something that caught his eye, when Neteyam suddenly pounced on him. He covered Fulang'iti's mouth with his hand as they fell to the grassy floor with a soft thud and Neteyam flipped the other over to look at him. "What have I told you.. about talking or even being near Y/n...?" He asked through a soul, slowly removing his hand. "She's my friend." Fulang'iti huffed out, winded by the impact.

"And she's 𝙢𝙮 mate.. I decide who comes near her." He growled, "that'd not how it works Net-", "It is in my world. She's my probity. My love. My mate. She belongs to me. Her mind, her heart, her body and soul. It all belongs to me." He pulled out the knife he was using to make dinner with, and lifted it up in the air, making Fulang'iti gasped. He was about to yell but Neteyam covered his mouth with his free hand, grinning like a half moon.

"May you walk along Eywa.. prick." With that the knife came down into the males chest and to his heart, the life fading from him with a few last groans. His body fell limb and heavy, and Neteyam moved away, before seeing his darling holding a beast of prey over her shoulder, struggling to carry it. "Wow.. so pretty.." he mumbled, seeing how her small muscles tensed as she carried the heavy, pretty big beast, dragging it along the floor with it upper body on her shoulders.

"Fu-Fulang'iti..! Wh-where did you go..?" She looked around confused, and Neteyam decided to play it cool so he ran around some tree until coming infant of her. "My Eywa, Y/n!" He ran over, acting like his usual soft self. He took the beast from her and laid it on the ground. "Why are you here, my love? Where's Fulang'iti?" She asked, looked up at him and panting softly. "He came back to the clan, said you were both finished and I wondered where you were?" He questioned.

Her face fell, "bu-but we were supposed to be hunting.. why would he leave me here..?" She wondered, looking at all the dangerous beasts that could have come and crushed her at any given moment. "Oh my darling.. it's OK.. I'm here to protect you now ma'sylang(my flower). He held her in his arms, then kissed her nose before moving away and lifting the beast onto his own shoulders. "Come on, we'll keep this for ourselves. May I say, great job honey, I'm so proud of you." He praised, and she giggled, blushing.

Once they arrived back at their shared hut, a elder woman came over, holding two babies in her arms, Fulang'iti's mother. Neteyam bought the beast into the hut before standing beside his mate, his hand on her back. "Can we help you?" He asked her kindly and she smiled. "I was just wondering if you knew where Fulang'iti is. He said he was out hunting with Ms. Y/n.." She spoke and Y/n tilted her head. "But he came back here, he abandoned me where all the prey were.." She said and the woman looked almost shocked, "Oh right.. Well I'll have a word once I find him. Thank you, Y/n."

With that she left, and Y/n swallowed, "wonder where he is..." She said softly and Neteyam cupped her shoulders, towering over her from behind. "He's not our problem darling. Forget him, let's enjoy dinner, and I'll cook your greatest catch." He leant and nibbled her ear gently. "And afterwards, I'll reward you for it.." he spoke and her tail rose up slightly, then began swaying, making him smirk and walked inside, and she followed like a lost puppy.

Neteyam smirked as he got on with dinner, slicing up the beast with a new knife, as Y/n prepared the small wooden table for them. "Hey sylang(flower)." He spoke, not looking back at the woman. "Yes, Ma'Teyam." She replied, looking to the back of his head. "You wouldn't.. ever leave me, right..?" He asked, and she gave a wide eyed look before he heard her approached him, then two small arms slythered around his waist from behind and hugged him, a head against his back. "Never. You are mine, as I am yours. We are mates for life, Ma'Neteyam."

"Good. I want to keep this forever.. Ma'Y/n." He replied, grinning at the slowly cooking beast, knowing just ways from the clan was Fulang'iti body, slowly being eaten away by some creature, or just laying there, bleeding and awaiting for something to find it. Perfectly away from Neteyam's mate, oblivious to her love's 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩.

[saturnbellfromhell]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS IV

Hello! Welcome back to some obersvations for the month of May! I've been super inspired since I've started working in a new firm and got to meet many new colleges. So I hope you enjoy the content and always feel free to comment your opinions and observations!

〰️ DISCLAIMLER

These are my personal, subjective views on some placements and signs. If you disagree, feel free to discuss it down below and not take everything personally.

With that being said, let's get started!

💧PISCES SUN/RISING

These people just sniff out each other the second they lock eyes with one another. It's this familiar family they all crave to feel and it's finally in front of their face. They feel at peace and at home with other Pisces dominant people. They have these glossy eyes filled with mystery and warmth. Every Pisces Sun/Rising/Dominant person I've met has some sort of artistic talent, that being: painting, drawing, sculpting, writing, play any instrument..etc. They are so in tune with the details of life others strive to see. I also think they can be such big day dreamers, introverts and tragically lovley people.

💧MOON IN AQUARIUS

This placement can seem very distant, raw and viewed as a lonely wolf but on the contrary it's a whole different story. Aquarius rules the 11th house, which is the house of community, society, shortly speaking friendships. So having a Moon in this sign really means having a collective feeling with others and wanting to socialize. On the other hand Aqarius is ruled by Saturn, a cold and restrictive planet of time, so Aquariuans don't want to rush things nor spend their time on irrelevant people. By doing so they can seem to cut people off quickly and start over or to overly bond with someone and become obsessed, since putting so much effort and love into them. They want to be seem as rigid and cold to mask their openness and emotional demeanor. When they get hurt they shut off, write it off and try to ignore it, even though deep inside it hurts for a very long time, but they just try as hard as they can to forget.

💧CHIRON IN SCORPIO

Chiron, the healing healer. Cursed with a wound never to be patched up again, but at the same time giving the knowledge to others how to continue with their wounds. Scorpio Chirons are constitley shamed for their sexual energy surrounding them, so most of the time they cover up and try to hide underneath it. They attract a lot of perverted minds to the table by just breathing. This can also indicate a very empathetic and intuitive person who feels absolutely every thing and can/wants to help others, but by doing so breaks themself down a lot of the time. They also have strong trust issues, may abuse their power, can have low self estem, can be frightful and nervous people. When they open up their heart more and let go is when the healing truly happens. They are more wise than they think, but they cannot see it always threw the anxious attitude and self sabotaging persona.

💧 5TH HOUSE IN CANCER

They attract and love water signs. They crave deep connections, star gazing, physical touch, nurturing their partner, tender, sweet and innocent love. These people like to pit their partner on a pedestal and become a little obsessed with them. They want them to be the center of their universe and also want that in return. Cancer is also symbolically connected to the Mother archetype, the womb, birth...etc, having Cancer in the 5th house of romance and relationships means these people really have that motherly instinct and adore when their partner is family oriented of hands on with kids. They love rainy days filled with the smell of baked goods in the arms of their loved one. They want a Romeo and Juliet kind of love.

💧SAGITTARIUS MOON

Now I've grown up with two Sag Moons in my house hold, one being my brother and the other being my father and they are so alike it's hilarious. I've also had 2 very close friends with this placement and again the similarities are off the rails. Firstly they need to always be on the run, optionally having a job which includes a lot of travel or just changing jobs in different places. Secondly, they are so angry when things don't go their way, but they do cool down quite quickly, the most out of the 3 fire Moons. They are also so good in finding solutions with different people and I different situations. They also love to have many hobbies, are known to be book worms and can flow with any conversation quite well. They are also huge extroverts and the goofy bunch. This doesn't apply that much if the native has a lot of 8th house placements, Pluto aspects with personal planets or a 12th house Moon/Sun/Stellium.

💧AIR DOMINAT PEOPLE

It's really hard for Air dominant people to relate to others. They are just overly detached and see everything threw a realist prism. It can be a little annoying to be honest, especially for fire and water signs, who are just passionate and act a lot how they feel.

💧GEMINI VENUS

Here's me again, bashing on Gemini Venuses...but I just can't help it. The Venus sign that I meet and attract the most. From all the people that remarried, had a lot of partners, Venus in Gemini takes the cake. But what I do respect about them is they will not stay in something they're unhappy with for a long time, they have very high standards and will not dumb them down for anyone. They will always find something better and more exiting and that's why they are known to "change" partners and be "promiscuous". Yep, many are jealous of them at the end of the day aswell.

💧LIBRA RISING

I've never met a Libra rising that doesn't have q nice behind! I know that sounds kinda creepy, but it's true. Since Libra rules the lower back, they all have a more rounder rear. The also have amazing skin most of the time. A very plump and glowy face.

💧NEPTUNE IN THE 12TH HOUSE

This can indicate a very cloudy person. They can be very inactive and procrastinate a lot, but at the same time be highly intelligent and artsy people. I mean Neptune does feel at home in the 12 house, so in my opinion if you're going to have any planet in this house, Neptune it is.

💧MALES WITH VENUS IN THE 1ST HOUSE

Now, I know it's such a strange placement to bash since this is a very fond placement to me and close to my heart. But I've noticed a lot of men having this placement can be confused with this feminine energy in their chart. They are very beautiful, don't get me wrong, but when this placement is mixed with a water sun/moon and a fire Mars it's a death penalty. They know they're  beautiful and girls get caught up in that trap of emotional intelligence and an attractive face. They also can be a little shallow. I've seen many guys leave the girl they have the most in common with for just a pretty face so they can show her off as a trophy and then go after the other, but still message and crave the one they truly felt something.

💧TAURUS VENUS IN MALES

The thing that gets them the most if a fruity and playful perfume, long bouncy hair and back scratches...trust me.

💧SUN SQUARE JUPITER

A lot goes on in a day of a person who has this aspect. In one corner ypu want to achieve everything and anything, work your ass of and show your strong ego. In the other corner you are so sick of being the more responsible person and want to just run away. They also have an intense feeling about failure. They should lean from it, not run away.

[good4olivia]

a welcome distraction

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader i don't think there are any warnings but feel free to message me if you think there are!

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Aemond Targaryen watched his sister dance with his nephew, the dull anger from watching her with his brother all these years resurfacing in wake of this. He was in the middle of imagining ways he could slit Jace’s throat when he noticed out of the corner of his one eye, a serving girl making quick glances at him. He hadn’t seen you before, your soft brown skin and even darker hair, atone with your deep brown eyes. You looked nothing like a Targaryen and that’s what intrigued him the most. The second thing, was your obvious dotting on Rhaenyra’s boys. So you were a serving girl from Dragonstone. Aemond assumed, watching you as you filled the cups of everyone’s drink. He didn’t miss how your hands shook when pouring the wine for his mother but you were at ease around Rhaenyra. 

He continued to watch you, grateful for the welcome distraction from obsessing over his sister. That was until Aegon called for more wine, “You’re a pretty thing aren’t you?” Aemond’s jaw clenched as he watched his brother slide a wandering hand down your back. You’re not having her. 

You had no idea how to respond to the prince, you could not offend him but you had zero desire of giving him any indication you wanted more than to serve him wine. “Thank you, my prince.” You said, eyes down focusing only the table. Good girl. Aemond thought as he saw you scurry away. 

“So dear nephew,” Aegon started as Jace sat back down, “You have to tell me, what’s it like fucking her?” He gestured towards where you stood at the back wall, fumbling around with the spare plates. 

Jace glared, “Unlike you, dear uncle - I can be in close quarters with a woman and not have to bed her.” 

“Ah, you don’t know how too, that’s it isn’t it?” He laughed, sipping more his wine, “Do you need me to show you were you put your cock?”  

Aemond tuned out the rest of their conversation, looking over to where you were collecting the third course of the night from the cooks. He saw your hungry gaze linger of the lamb roast. When you approached Aemond with the food, he quickly tore  a generous chuck and handed it to you, “Here.” You wanted to resist but he already shoved it in your dress pocket. You only managed a small ‘thank you’ before moving on. 

Aemond smirked to himself when he saw you scoff down the lamb in the corner, ducking your head slightly when you caught notice of his gaze. He quickly grew bore of this family dinner, he had the urge to explore his new feelings towards you. So he created a scene, suggested that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards and let his dysfunctional family do the rest. It wasn’t till after he got punched by Jace that he noticed you were gone. His mood shifted instantly. Did he scare you away already? 

He left the dining hall immediately, hell bent on finding you. He searched the maid’s quarter and kitchen to no luck, even Jace’s chambers (though he was happy he didn’t find you there.) Aemond was about to go for a ride on Vheagar to calm down when he noticed you. On one of the balcony’s watching the dragon’s flying in the air. 

“Hello.” He called out to you, still serval feet away from you. 

The intrusion startled you, you quickly bowed. “Hello my prince, I’m sorry-“ 

“For what? Why are you sorry?” He asked with an intense look in his eye, quickly closing the gap between you two. 

“I, I don’t know.” You replied, your breath getting caught in your throat from being so close to the handsome prince. 

“You left the party, things were just getting interesting.” He said to you, drawing his hand down your arm, testing your reaction to his touch. Aemond was pleased with your reaction. 

“Jace dismissed me, he didn’t want me to get hurt.” You told him. It was the truth but it seemed so silly saying it out loud now. 

Aemond’s eyes grew darker at that, “My nephew felt the need to protect you from me, how fascinating.” He chuckled, though there was no humour in his voice. 

“No, my prince-“ 

“Hmm, I love the way you say that, ‘my prince.’ I hear it every day, yet you make it seem so delicate coming from your lips.” He said, moving his hand from your arm to run his thumb across your lip. 

“I should be heading back to the hall.” You bid him farewell but only got two steps away until Aemond got a hold of your forearm. 

“I want you to stay with me, my lady. You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” He asked you. 

You glanced down to where he was holding onto you, warmth flooding your being from his touch. “No. Not really, my prince.” You replied. 

Aemond held back a groan from your soft, soft voice and soft eyes looking directly at his. Who were you to make him feel these things, he thought long dead? 

“Have you ever rode on Dragonback?” He asked you, hearing Vhegar approach the balcony. He had never flown Vhegar with anyone before, vowing he never would. One evening with you, you had changed his mind completely. He thought you to be a sources the way you’re messing with his heart and head so quickly and intensely. 

“I can’t say that I have, my prince.” You replied, each moment with Aemond making you feel more confident and more anxious at the same time. 

“Would you join me then? I would love the honour of being your first.” You didn’t miss the double meaning in his words. 

There was nothing more in the world you ever wanted than to ride a Dragon, you would watch all the Targaryen’s fly around on theirs - always dreaming of what it would be like up there. You knew you’re place, you were only a serving girl who wore dirt brown dresses and ate only leftovers but right now, being offered the only experience you had ever wanted - you did not have the willpower to deny it. 

“Would Vhagar be okay with that?” You asked carefully, peering behind Aemond at the beautiful beast. 

Aemond smiled, you were so gentle and kind but there was something underneath all that, he could tell and he wanted nothing more than to bring that side of you out. 

“You needn’t worry about that my beauty, shall we?” He held out his hand to yours. As soon as you placed your’s in his, he squeezed tight and led you to the edge of the balcony where his dragon was waiting. 

You stopped, the reality of what was going on sinking in. Aemond noticed right away; “Do not worry my flower, I will hold onto you the entire time.” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you close and kissed behind your ear. 

Aemond helped you onto the dragon’s back. The second you were on the Dragon, you felt the most powerful and afraid you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Aemond pulled you close, hugging your body to his. He felt his own desire rage inside of him at the feel of your body so close to his, you’re neck on his shoulder, your arms around his waist, your breasts pressed up to his back - his lustful thoughts interrupted by Vhegar taking flight. 

It was like everything you imagined, the wind in your hair, the view of the Red Keep from here, being close to the stars - everything. Aemond turned around to face you and you held each other’s gaze for a moment before he leaned into kiss you, the moon shining in the background. 

Too soon, Vhegar was slowing down and he came to a stop on the beach, Aemond jumped down first and then held both is hands out for you, catching you as you leaped slightly off the Dragon and into his arms. He planted another kiss on your lips as you landed in his arms. 

“Thank you, my prince. That was amazing.” You said as you walked with Aemond up to the castle, he hadn’t let go of your hand and he didn’t think he would ever let go. 

[menlove]

yknow your fantastic post about closeted paul and how he's (probably) come to accept his queerness/bisexuality, but simply keeps it private for multiple reasons? what would you say was john's case?

(i personally believe he was a closeted gay man but idk how to Phrase Things. Sigh.)

oh i 10000000% believe john was a gay man with a lot of Problems. like. i know, i know, in later life he talked about liking men & women & we have that hysterical "john lennon's bisexual guide to gardening" quote but likeeeeeeeeee.... idk. here's my Speculations under the cut

several things, to me. yes, he fucked a lot of women (a lot). but of the 4 of them, during the beatles years he really didn't.... have any steady girlfriends. it's not like he was the only married one and it's not like he had any hangups about cheating, so it's really not that. the ONLY rumor there is was one that he "dated" an older woman (blanking on her name rn) and even thennnn those rumors were, afaik, just based on the fact that he was kind of sad when she died & that he viewed her as a mother figure. which is... i mean that's not convincing like at all to me.

the Three Biggest Relationships in his life w women were cynthia, yoko, and may pang. the rest were women he fucked around with as one night stands. again, as far as i'm aware. and cynthia..... well it's not really hard to see that he very much (unfortunately) did not give that much of a fuck about her. it's the most classic case of comphet i've ever seen. he dated her bc he was supposed to & then he married her bc she got pregnant and he was supposed to.

and yoko....... lord. i won't deny that he loved her. but it was, from literally everything we've seen, a very obsessive love that had less to do w their personal chemistry and more to do with Circumstances. and even with her, there's sooo many quotes of him talking about how he liked her bc she looked like a man, or looked like him in drag, or acted like a bloke/best mate. that's. not to doubt him but that's just not something someone into women says lmfao.

and that's not to mention the whole debacle w probable conversion therapy. and like. this is no hate to yoko & again i believe she was a flawed individual just like any of them were & we have truly got to embrace her morally gray status just like any man bc we can't demonize OR idealize women when women are Literally Just People. but from some of her quotes & outside sources she was very uncomfortable w the idea of his queerness. and hell, there's the "you think of rock hudson when we do it" line, which is both honestly pretty fucking homophobic but also very indicative of where john was, sexuality wise

and as for may, that whole situation was honestly so fucked up and tragic for Both of them that getting into it would take a novel but like. that wasn't exactly his first choice in partner

and in his quotes about Being Into Men, what he says is basically that with women he is fine fucking without an emotional connection but w men he needs that emotional connection & he hasn't found that with a man. which i think is him bullshitting, btw, but the core of it there that he can't fuck a man without emotions is... well that's really telling. it seems like sex with women to him is just sex, whereas sex with men to him is a deep, emotional thing. and that's, again, just not really something someone into women would be saying with their chest

i'm pretty sure he Also has a quote about never having found a woman attractive which is just telling all on its own

and as for Being Into Men...... well he talked about it himself. but also, there's at LEAST stuart, paul, and brian that would go right at the top of the list for me of men he had an incredibly close & intimate relationship with, one-sided or not. i don't think it's incidental that he referred to paul constantly as his other partner in life, his other marriage, etc while like. literally barely ever mentioning cynthia. like it's super telling, the johnandpaul of it aside, that he talks more about his Boy Best Friend when talking about past marriages than his literal wife lmfao

i think he had a LOT of internalized homophobia & anger with himself over it ("scared of his inner fag" as he said). bc of that, i don't think he let himself get as close to the men he was probably in love with as he wanted to be, or even let himself acknowledge just how emotionally attached he was to them. by the end of his life, i think he WAS coming to terms with liking men, at least. was he coming to terms with Not liking women? i don't know. probably not, although i know his and yoko's marriage was in a rough place by the end of his life so who knows really.

i would hope that if he'd lived that by now he would've found peace w his sexuality, bi or gay, but that's not the world we got unfortunately

[silversword7000]

☕️Bridge Crew Coffee Headcanons☕️

Author’s Note: I indicated TOS and AOS for Kirk because each version gives me wildly different vibes about coffee but the rest of them can be read as either TOS or AOS🥰

Kirk:

TOS Kirk would have coffee occasionally and only put a splash of cream in it.

He would absolutely have a special cup for coffee so it is more of a treat though!

AOS Kirk would put 20000000 sugars and creamers in his coffee and also he should NOT be allowed to have coffee ever because he will have 50 cups in a day if no one (Bones) stops him.

He would absolutely love coffee though and like TOS Kirk he would have a special cup but AOS Kirk would have a blinged out reusable to go cup✨

Spock:

Spock would NOT drink coffee. He hates the bitter taste of it and even if it was doctored up, he still wouldn’t like it.

Caffeine would not agree with his Vulcan half…

McCoy:

He has a caffeine addiction.

With all the bullcrap he has to deal with on a daily basis I do not blame him.

He also doesn’t have time to sleep often so…yeah.

He drinks his coffee black. The bitterness reminds him of how he feels when people (Jim) are constantly getting themselves hurt in idiotic ways.

The only time he ever drinks it any other way is when Uhura makes him latte art. Even though he prefers it black, he enjoys seeing how excited she gets about doing it.

If anyone tries interacting with him before he has his coffee, he will kill them. All of the other medical officers stay far away from him until he has his first cup.

Scotty:

You already know my man is not bothering with coffee unless it has alcohol in it.

Scotty is able to wake himself up pretty quickly. He just gets up and he’s ready to go! So, he’s never had the need to drink any coffee.

Frankly, he just doesn’t enjoy the taste of it.

Uhura:

Uhura would love to start her day by having a nice cup of coffee! It is part of her morning ritual. ☀️

She has a few mugs that she swaps out to have some variety, but her favorite is her pink Hello Kitty mug that her mother gifted to her. (Hello Kitty would stand the test of time, I make the rules and you know I’m right.)

She puts some half and half as well as a little sugar in her coffee most days, but sometimes she switches it up for funzies to varied results.

One day on shore leave, a friend of hers taught her how to do latte art and she has been OBSESSED with it since.

She has her own coffee machine and she brings it to the rec area some mornings to make latte art for other crew members! She loves making hearts and leaves the most!

Her favorite part is seeing others smile when she gives them their special coffee <3

Because she knows how much he needs it, sometimes she lets Bones use her coffee machine to get a fresh cup.

She likes to make him special latte art when she is on breaks because she loves seeing how it cheers him up!

Sulu:

Sulu only ever has coffee on special occasions.

It’s not something he needs every day so he only ever has one when he is on shore leave or vacation and it strikes his fancy.

He loves to try specialty coffees from different places to taste the regional differences.

Chekov:

Chekov LOVES coffee.

However, he is not allowed to have it after…the incident.

Scotty installed a special sensor on the replicators so that if he tries to make a coffee, it doesn’t work.

If Chekov does have coffee…oh boy, strap in. He is like a little kid with a sugar rush! Pavel will NOT be able to sit still to the point where it impedes his work and annoys everyone around him.

He is bouncing off the walls like nobody’s business!

The last time Pavel got his hands on some coffee while he was on duty, Sulu was assigned to wrangle him. It ended with Pavel tied to a chair and gagged.

So yeah the entire bridge crew knows NEVER to let him have any coffee anymore.

💫Thank you so much for reading!! Reblogs and comments are adored <3💫

[blooming-violets]

Shit I forgot to put this in my rb but I wanted to ask what do you think would happen to reader if Peter actually went through with it? I'd like to be a but optimistic and say she surely but slowly recovers from it all but I'm not so sure. How would Aunt May react to that? Becoming a widow then a grieving mother in the span of a few years? Sorry I don't mean to be pushy but like I said I loved the way you beautifully crafted this story from an ask

Trigger Warnings!!!!: it's all about suicide and talking about it and discussing it, it is not something everyone feels comfortable reading or conversing about so please don't continue if it is too upsetting for you, Peter Parker kills himself and I write about it, Gwen's death ptsd is explored and he sees her as a rotting corpse version of herself who talks to him before he dies, the grief of losing someone you love to suicide is also talked about, it's all depressing but if you love depressing angst shit then come on over and join in (not join in on the killing yourself part jfc I mean joining in on the talking about this story) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION only you know what you are capable of handling when you read. I can't help you any further than explaining the warnings.

Previous posts where this is all discussed:

[first part] [second part] and I rewrite this drabble from two years ago to fit this story but you can read the original here if you feel like it (it ends with less death that this one).

One of my darker, more angsty headcanons is that Peter kills himself by throwing himself off the same clock tower Gwen died in. It takes a few years for it to get rebuilt back to it's former glory. Peter patiently waits those years until it's finally finished. Almost a quiet, stoic sort of patience. A little scary with how composed he is. Like not given any indication of his plans. He wears a beautifully composed mask until the day it happens because he is so sure in his plans and doesn't want a single person to sway him from them. He's stubborn and set in his ways and this is what he feels he needs to do. This headcanon doesn't exactly fit into the story I wrote as that version of Peter is much more unhinged in his actions, and I don't think clocktower Peter could ever let himself get into a relationship because he's too obsessed with Gwen still and knows he's going to die so he's not going to bring anyone else into that mess, but it's just a little random headcanon I always had so I thought I would share since this is suicide talking hour. Maybe I can rework it a bit to fit with this story better.

Let's say unhinged Peter (as I'm calling him now lol) does let the ghosts win. What happens to our Reader character would entirely depend on when in the relationship he went through with it. If she's too far gone and too far down the hole after Peter, then I sort of fear for her future. Unless she has someone really important in her life who would help her, I think she would just keep sinking until she ended up back on that ledge, except this time there's no Peter to catch her. And I personally don't think she has anyone that close to her, especially after mentioning that all her friends stopped texting her or asking her to hang out. They all kind of gave up on her so, when she's at her lowest, I really don't think anyone would be the wiser due to the isolation they both put themselves in.

I want to rewrite something I wrote two years ago that either wasn't that great and people didn't like or it just slipped under the radar (because it wasn't about an x reader or love or anything, it was just Peter's ptsd taking over and sometimes people don't give a shit about a fic if it isn't tagged with x reader). It fits really well in this new story to help show what could go on in Peter's head with how terribly Gwen still sticks with him and what exactly it is he's "seeing" that would push him to throwing himself off a building.

Cut to me pausing to frantically google if Peter Parker could survive a fall off a building or if his super powers make him strong enough to withstand it...

Okay maybe falling isn't the best plan of action but I really like (like isn't the right word but I'm going with it) that idea of him mimicking Gwen's death because he's so haunted by it. He would want to feel what she felt. He would want to go the same way. So for the sake of this story, he's can't withstand that fall.

“Leave me alone!” Peter shouted into the dark shadows of the clock tower. He sat huddled against the newly built glass wall that domed up over his head. The bright, white light of the moon hung in the sky above him and casted wavering shadows around him to mess with his vision. The turning of grinding gears below him haunted his memories of the night Gwen died. Eight years and she still haunted him every time he dared to fall asleep.

He couldn't take it anymore. His head was a mess. His thoughts were spinning.

He was just so tired.

He had fallen asleep here accidentally. Maybe if he went to the source of the problem, she would disappear. It was a stupid plan

It only made her stronger. This was where his ghost of her was most alive.

Maybe that's why he really showed up. He wanted to see her. He wanted to finally confront his demons. She was calling to him and he had to answer.

He had slipped a crushed up sleeping pill into his girlfriends water during dinner. He carried her bed, tucked her in, and kissed her soft and gently. She didn't need to see this. This wasn't for her. She needed to be free of him. He needed to let her go before it was too late. She wouldn't understand at first but, maybe, with time...

What had time ever done for him except make Gwen stronger?

He slipped an envelope onto the bedside table beside her. One for her. One for May. He wasn't sure if he would make it home this time. His mind could still change. He could still make it back before she woke up.

But they were.

Just in case.

He couldn't leave them with nothing.

She was here now. Ready to haunt him like usual. Ready to take over and ruin him. Night after night. Day after day. She was always there. Gwen never left. She walked beside him through it all.

Tonight, she was angry. Furious. This was where he had let her die. Of course, she would be the most powerful here.

He no longer had his girlfriend to help soften Gwen's blows. There was no one to intervene. Only him and Gwen. Stuck in a staring contest. Sizing each other up.

The sunken in face of his dead lover glared back at him from just below his edge of his of his perch, trembling from the sight under him. She was standing on top of a giant gear, watching him, judging him. A large smile grew across her pale, bluing lips. It was too wide. Too big for her face. Her teeth looked rotten and jagged inside of her mouth. A trickle of blood slowly trailed out of her nostril.

“What’s the matter, Peter?” She taunted. Her sickly voice swirled around his head like a swarm of mosquitos. “Did you miss me? Is that why you came here? To see me clearly again? Well, here I am. Look at me. Dead. Putrefied. All for you. Aren't I beautiful? This is what you've done to me.”

A loud sob shuddered through his chest and ripped out his throat. He brought up a hand to wipe away the snot flowing freely out his nose. This nightmare was too familiar. He knew this too well. He didn't feel like he was dreaming this time. He never did.

If it wasn't a dream then his mind was truly gone. Distinguishing between reality and fiction was something he no longer had control over.

This was as real to him as anything.

“Please, Gwen. Please,” he pleaded with her. “Go away. I can’t do this again. Please. You have to let me go."

She tutted her tongue in annoyance and shook her head with disbelief, “Oh, Peter. I have to let you go? Do you think I want to be here?” She became climbing up the gears and the scaffolding towards him. She looked more like himself as she climbed, enhanced and spider-like, taking the movements straight out his brain until she was perching on the ledge beside him. “Do you think this fun for me?”

Peter whimpered in response. His tears were blurring his vision but he was afraid to wipe them away. He was terrified of what might happen if he took his eyes off of her, like watching a snake in the grass, it's better if you can see it in your sights instead of letting it hide and able to strike.

Gwen walked with slow, purposeful steps towards him until she stood directly over him as he cowered backwards on all fours. Under the pale moonlight hanging above them, her skin turned yellow, painted with purpling hues and blacks, and rotting away around her cheekbones to show parts of red, bleeding muscle under the pulled back skin. Her, once vibrant, blonde hair now hung in patchy strands from her head. Most of her hair had fallen out leaving her balding and sickly. When she smiled, browning, broken teeth shone back at him, they hung lose in her jaw, rattling around when she spoke.

She was a walking, decaying corpse sent to haunt him every time he closed his eyes.

“Look at what you’ve done to me!” Her shrill voice echoed off the glass walls. She spun around to show him the back of her head. Her skull was caved in. Parts of brain matter clung to her hair and blood stained what was left of the blonde a deep red. She turned back to face him, leaning in close so she was mere inches away. He could smell the heavy scent of freshly dug dirt and wet grass clinging to her rotting finger nails like she had clawed her way straight out of the ground to find him.

She snarled, “You did this, Peter! This is your fault!”

Peter flinched and scrambled backwards to get away from her, “No! Please, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn't know...I didn't know...I thought I could catch you. I thought I could save you. I'm sorry. Please, Gwen. Please. I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I’m dead,” she smirked, eyes darkening, enjoying his torment. She sunk down to her hands and knees to crawl over him, pressing her skeletal body against him, until he was laying flat against the ground with no where else to go.

"Look at me," she whispered into his ear. “I was going to go Oxford. I was going to be a scientist. I was going to change the world. The only way I can change the world now is by letting the worms feast through my flesh until there is nothing left. Something tasty for the bugs. That's all I am now.”

Peter whimpered, turning his head away from her and flinching into himself.

He heard her sniffle like she was about to start crying. He hated hearing her cry.

"Don't you love me anymore, Peter?" She whined. "Don't you care about me? Why did you find someone else? Why did you forget me so quickly? I loved you so much and you left me for the worms. Only they kiss my skin now."

His heart sank and guilt flooded him. Slowly, he turned his head to face her, blinking up at her. For a moment, she looked just like he remembered. Beautiful. Whole. Healthy. Alive.

Peter gave a shuddered, shaky breath, whispering in awe, "Gwen."

She beamed down at him. There were no rotting teeth, no blood, her hair was full and luscious. She was glowing under golden light with happy tears in her eyes like his memory of her on top of the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Kiss me," she whispered against his lips. "Like you used to."

Peter's eyes slipped close. His heart ached.

"I can't," he mumbled back. "I love someone else now. I love her like I loved you. She..."

He needed to get back to her. She needed him. He needed her. He should have never left her tonight. He had to leave.

A wailing growl shot ice through his veins as Gwen let out a shriek of pain as if she had read his mind. She was back to her decaying corpse. The sight terrified him.

"You will not leave me! I won't let you! You're mine, Peter! Mine!"

Peter kicked up his feet to shove her off of him. He scrambled backwards away from the haunting vision.

"I can't, Gwen," he pleaded. "I can't be with you anymore."

He frantically shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, in an attempt to make her disappear. Usually by now, his girlfriend would hear him screaming. She'd be here to block Gwen from his sights. She'd be there to force her away until he was safe.

Tonight, there was no one but him.

"This isn't real," he muttered to himself. "She's not really here. She's dead. She's buried underground. Locked in a coffin. This isn't real. When I open my eyes, she'll be gone."

He peaked an eye open. A sense of relief washed over him. He was alone in the clock tower. There was no one here but him.

He could still go home. He could still make it back to her before she woke up and rid her bed side of those letters.

She would never have to know.

Peter took a deep breath, half way through exhaling it when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Gwen's decomposing face poked into his peripheral vision as she whispered menacingly in his ear, "Boo."

He screamed, jumping away, to the sound of her taunting laughter.

"I'm still here, Peter!" She cackled. "You can't get rid of me that easily! I am always going to be here. I am always going to follow you. I will never let you go." Her voice softened. Almost sweet. Sad. Longing. "Because I'm your path, Peter. I am always going to be your path. Follow me everywhere just like you promised. I want you to follow me. I need you..."

She reached out her hand for him to take. The skin had rotted away around the tips of her fingers leaving nothing by bones reaching for him.

This wasn't his Gwen. His Gwen was dead. She was buried in the ground surrounded by fresh flowers. The thing in front of him was nothing but a product of his own twisted mind. Birthed from his guilt and excruciating pain. A monster of his own creation.

"I can't," he choked out through his tears. "Someone else needs me now. I'm sorry. I love you. I will always love you. But I can't follow you. Not yet."

Anger flashed over her darkened, bloodshot eyes, “No! You promised you’d follow me anywhere. Follow me to the grave, you liar!”

Peter cringed at her harsh words. Tears blurring his vision. He had promised.

"Gwen, please," he begged. "Let me go."

Her face softened. He watched her grow back into old self again. Her rich purple dress. Lace tights. Knee high boots. Pale blue jacket. All highlighting her perfectly beautiful face. Large, bright green eyes without a blonde hair out of place. Always so put together. Always nothing less than perfection.

"You want me to go?" She asked, turning around slowly for her to take him in. There was no crack in the back of her skull. No blood.

His breath caught in his throat. He tried to reach out for her, to draw her closer against him, but she stepped away. Just out of his reach.

"You want me to go so I'll go." She whispered. "But you'll have to watch. Again and again and again. You'll have to listen to the sound of my skull cracking against the pavement. Hear my spine snap as your web jerks me upwards. Smell my blood pouring from my open, split open head." A trickle of red blood started to leak out her nose as her eyes closed. "Only you can make it all stop. Only you can make me go away. You know exactly how to do it, Peter. All you have to do is follow me. Just like you promised. Follow me and it will all end."

He blinked through his tears, taking a slow step towards her.

"Follow you," he muttered in a trance like state. "I'll follow you anywhere you go. You're my path. I'll write my love for you across the Brooklyn Bridge so everyone in New York can see it."

She smiled, soft and sweet, "Follow me. Don't leave me alone. Stay with me, Peter. Forever."

"Forever..."

Her arms out stretched to her sides and she leaned back, stepping off the ledge and sinking out of sight past the giant gears, hurdling straight towards her death.

"No!" He shouted.

Without thinking, without caring, Peter leapt after her. He had done this move so many times in his nightmares. He had obsessively walked through every single second of her death. Again and again just like she said. He knew it better than he knew himself.

He jumped on instinct. He leapt after her like he always did.

Keeping his promise. Following her down any path she took.

I know you asked how May and Reader would respond to such a thing afterwards but that's like one topic that's just a little too hard for me to write about. I know it's weird that I can talk about Peter throwing himself to his death and I can write about depression and suicidal ideation and self harm and ptsd and guilt and feelings of worthlessness but writing about someone like May (who I relate far too much to my own mother) finding her boy dead is just a hair too much for my heart to take haha. I was originally going to write a scene of his funeral but then I was like nah too much for even me. I can't watch May cry over her dead kid.

I will say that he would be buried next to his parents under the same gravestone which sits besides Ben's. It's a few rows down from Gwen so Peter can always be near her.

I don't even think I actually answered your original ask but I got carried away with Peter in the clock tower!

Also May puts matching flowers on both Peter's and Gwen's graves every time she visits. hahahaha i gotta stop writing fuck me

[pinkpastels113]

my opinion on natla (for those of you who care lol)

spoilers ahead.

dislikes:

where is katara's fire??? they took it mostly away except for the (obligated imo) fight with pakku. like i understand that yall changed the story of her losing her mother so that she's more timid and insecure now but that was one of her main core traits. she has a passion and is reckless and sassy, and is a leader who inspires words of motivation to other benders. she is not afraid to sacrifice her life for the care and safety of others. this remake just... does not show that

pakku is no longer katara's grandmother's ex/grandfather, and did not show any plans to go to the southern tribe to help them rebuild, which i genuinely liked from the animation bc it showed that the water tribes are reuniting instead of still being separated btw the north and south (it might come later but there was no indication that it was in the works). he also does not teach katara waterbending. he just validated that she was a good waterbender and sent some kids her way to lead during the fire nation attack

aang does not have a crush on katara. it was one of the main factors that drove his character into a more goofy, relatable, and just overall likeable kid; because he is just that, a 12 year old kid. in the adaptation he is too serious, and the mutual admiration that he and katara were supposed to have of one another is more one-sided. in natla they made it seem as if... aang is a much older person trapped in a 12 year old's body dropping odd wizened quotes from Gyatso left and right about how to be the avatar and to look to the future and stuff like that, but not actually taking them into account and growing?? if that makes sense. like the show kind of took away his gradual acceptance of being the avatar and having the responsibility, through his simple coming of age moments like having a major crush on katara

the first season is completely centered around aang's guilt. he does not learn any waterbending or attempt at firebending (and being scared of it). i assume katara is going to teach him in season 2 but they could have squeezed some kind of training in between the eight episodes?

mai and ty lee are just standing there. like i'm not kidding. they don't do much but give azula an audience in her training sessions and rants about being the rightful heir. i did love ty lee's encouragement though, it was cute

but adding on to that azula does not have that... fear factor. she does not have her friends scared of her, or the fire nation people under her control/influence. at least not yet

sokka and katara enters the spirit world with aang? that was a bit confusing. i understand that the directors/writers need to speed things up a little and need to provide some backstory to sokka and katara, but they are not supposed/be able to go to the spirit world with aang. it threw me off guard

bumi confused the heck out of me. they did not have him reveal his identity at the end so the games and challenge that he had aang do in the animation was given to him in the "catch-up" (basically) of his time in the war with aang. he just seemed kind of (more so than expected) all over the place for me...

roku did not tell aang about the comet. they talked about koh and how to save sokka and katara from being forever taken by koh instead (they were captured when they were in the spirit world). i assume aang will find out about this later? but from what i wonder...

sokka is a bit too serious for me as well... i adored him for coming a long way from the sexist beliefs that he held at the beginning of book 1 in the animation, but that was basically erased in the adaptation, sooo. and i completely understand that what he experienced as a child in this adaptation should've shaped him into a more serious character but dang. it's kinda to the point were his jokes are kinda cringy

his apparent obsession with suki (which was SO cute) but then chasing after other girls immediately afterwards? yes this was portrayed in the animation and i completely expected him to be flirty and whatnot (he's my flirty sarcastic hungry boi), but why have him stare wistfully and longingly at the fan that suki gave him when he is just going to turn around and chase after random fire nation girls (the one that got them running in like ep 3)? it doesn't make sense (and kind of makes sokka seem like an asshole). the creators should not push sukka so quick and fast and hard and then 180 sokka into a playboy. pick a side pleaseee *cries* (sukka was not pushed as hard in kyoshi island in the animation so i was okay with sokka being as flirty as he was)

the kind of arguments that sokka and katara have are kind of patronizing and demeaning. it's more of a "you're such a little girl and need to grow the f up" kinda feeling instead of a "im your big bro and am trying to protect you" kinda feeling

appa does not fight at all :(( . he's just the ride. sometimes forgotten in the background

likes:

excuse me but the azula hair flip?? in her introduction?? amazing.

ty lee is so perfectly casted it's like her animation popped out into real life. the hair and clothes UGH

i cried in the zuko and iroh moments and flashbacks to their relationship/iroh's loss/zuko's burn. CRIED. it was so emotional and well done

again, zuko and iroh's relationship is so strong in this adaptation you don't even knowww. iroh has like zero bad bones in his body from the get-go it's kinda amusing T-T

THE ZUTARA SCARF SCENE

all the cast look like their characters to me. even if their core traits/personalities are changed

jet and suki. that's all i have to say

sukka kiss and initial awkwardness. i cackled when suki went *sad face* when she thought she scared sokka away

OMASHU IS BASED ON A LESBIAN COUPLE

ozai is as evil and bad and merciless as ever. also manipulative. i can get where azula gets it from

it further explains/shows the "my father trained me into the weapon he wanted me to be" for azula

june and iroh. it changed from the creepy one-sidedness in the animation lol and june gave a talk about her way of life

the graphics for the bending are so cool. zuko's fire kicks *mesmerized*

fire nation burning of people. shows really how antagonistic ozai's peeps are

freedom fighters!!

the tiny soft moment between zuko and aang when zee blue spirit saves him :DD

hating zhao as he should be hated because he's as cowardly and stupid as ever

the 41st division!! cried at that nice touch

the way zuko actually fought back and showed compassion for his father in the agni kai and how his father basically forced him to be the way he is (all angsty and conflicted and whatnot) because "compassion is weakness and here is the scar i manually burn into your face to prove you)

overall if you love zuko this is your show because other characters may have faults but they killed it with my traumatized dude with the lil scar! and his uncle!! which he is already and always super nice to!!

[your-astro-mami]

The astrology of: Daddy and Mommy issues

To start off, this is more theoretical and based on my own analysis and observations. Please look at the note at the end as well.

Having a Leo/Capricorn or Sagittarius Moon can indicate daddy issues. Leo is ruled by the Sun, Capricorn by Saturn and Sagittarius by Jupiter. All of these planets are connected to the father/ father figure in a person's life. So when the Moon is in either of these signs it can create a complicated emotional relationship to the father rather than the mother.

Leo Moons seek their father's approval, they want to prove their worth to their father. How can I impress my father so that he can love me? In men this is a lot more obvious imo. It can show someone who can hate their father yet will still want to fulfill their expectations. It can show having a very selfish father as well. Capricorn Moons can be similar as the father could have very high expectations from the person, be very critical of them and that can lead to deep emotional wounds in the person. There is an immense amount of respect but the relationship can be emotionally cold. Sagittarius Moon isn't as complicated in my opinion, but I believe it can make a person hurt due to having a selfish father, someone who didn't really care for them/kept their distance in a way.

Having a Cancer or Scorpio Moon can point to mommy issues.

The Water Moons do have a reputation for having a very, very complex relationship to their mothers.

Cancer is ruled by the Moon, so having a Cancer Moon is one of the most natural/even best placements to have. However, that doesn't mean that it is easy. Cancer Moons have strong attachment to their mother/mother figure in their life. They can be dependent on her and their own mother can be quite overbearing, clingy (a helicopter parent). Mommy issues isn't only interpreted as lack of emotional nurture, but also an unhealthy amount of that.

A controversial statement by an Astrologer which I have heard is that Scorpio Moons are only happy when their mother passes (Not said by me, don't come for me). Do I think that is true? No. Scorpio Moons do have a very complicated, even troubled relationship to their mothers. Scorpio is ruled by Pluto, the planet of regenration, trauma, pain, obsessions, what holds onto you forever. When the Moon, the planet of nurture, the planet that represents the Mother in Astrology, is in Scorpio, it can show a mother who may have been overly obsessive, curious about the life of her child to an unhealthy amount, didn't give them any privacy, so the child can become very fearful, they can hide a lot and this can lead to lack of closeness and a very dramatic relationship to the mother. I don't think that is always the case, but I have seen people who had a good relationship to their mothers yet there was still fear and lack of closeness.

Note: I don't know if this term is offensive, I am not using it in a condescending way, but I couldn't find better words for a title.

[mamuzzy]

I dont know if its been asked before, but who is your favourite clone?

Also who is your favourite touken ranbu character?

Thank you so much, Anon, for this ask! I really felt shitty today, and I couldn't form any coherent verbal form of my thoughts about Ordo Skirata and Nikkari Aoe, so I ended up drawing them together in one picture. :)))) And suprisingly their dynamic works well in my head!!! Lately I'm really focused on Ordo Skirata, and yes I think I answered a question before who is my favorite from Repcomm, and my answer to that was also Ordo, so... yeah, my fixation about this character is pretty much the same as it was during the summer. I find easier to talk about Nikkari somehow, probably because Touken Ranbu is not actively in my head, so it's easier to step back and think it through but when I have to think about Ordo it's more like...

(It also doesn't help that I have "it's muffin time" on loop in my brain.) But I do my best :))) Under the cut.

I usually drawn to characters with issues, especially when those issues resonates with me somehow. And oh boy, these two have issues!!!

Struggles, insecurities and needyness they both try to hide it behind being highly effective and practical surface while both have confidence in their skills to the point they appear cocky.

Why I love Ordo... I love highly competent characters who are also a big mess due to fear of failure, so their whole existence is being overcompensated by constantly pursuit perfection. Not because Ordo is really driven by the love for knowledge, but so nobody will find a questionable trait about him. He has to know everything otherwise he is a failure. And if he actually messes up things, he quickly wants to find a way to do damage control because he is also sure about himself, he can fix it.

But it's only go for the people HE LOVES. And oh he loves obsessively. He doesn't care about strangers opinions and feelings. Abandonment issues strengthening this feeling that if he is no longer useful, the people he cares about would abandon him, and this feeling is especially strong toward Kal'buir. And no matter how many reassurances Kal gives to Ordo, when the "I'm not perfect so I'm good as dead" spiraling goes on, no loving words and caring can ease the pain and the dread of being alone.

Oh boy, this is one stressed out blorbo…

As for Nikkari... My other favorite thing is when a character is an outcast, or treated as an outcast in communities. There were few lines that indicated maybe the residensts of the Citadel are not entirely comfortable with his presence due to his history.

I interpret Nikkari as someone who can be seen as a war veteran due the fact he is one of the few swords actually having fight-exprecience, given he was owned by multiple samurai lords actively waging war. But he used to be SO MANY things! He was forged as a Divine Sword, only his whole existence is tainted by that tale of cutting down the ghost of a mother and her child.

Sometimes I HC the swords having special abilities, the more older they are, the more chance they have, also being a Divine Swords also grants them godly powers, but yeah, because the ghostchild-killing tale is so ingrained into his identity that he is robbed from ever being able to ascend to divinehood. Compared to Ishikirimaru who I HC as a the divine healer of the Citadel. And from that, had a short period where he accompanied many generals to war, and finaly he acted as a guardian spirit of the Kyogoku clan's castle.

According to his lines, he describes himself quite versatile, and encourages the Sage to use him as they see fit, he will "change his colors" according to the wishes of the master. (Mind that, this is all pre-kiwame brainstorming.) But you just have to take a look at his clothes, it's plain, it's practical, no decorations (compared to the kiwame uniform), but in Hanamaru he is pretty much collector of treasures, shiny and soft stuff, loves to eat, so he desires to have nice things. I think this is one of the reason I really love to HC him to be friends with Hachisuka Kotetsu, Souza Samonji and Kasen Kanesada. These guys are so out of his league, he wants to be pretty, elegant, and being in touch with his softer side through arts just like them.

And these two met somehow... Honestly, if Ordo and Nikkari would ever meet, I don't think the communication would be so easy between them at first. Because Nikkari is constantly using puns and innuendos in his speech. Also, Nikkari's facial expression is not always easy to read either due to always smiling (also inherited from the Ghost lady). But hey, Ordo grown to like Fi as well! Fi is just not a pervert - canonically... :DDD But yeah, Nikkari also pretty much knows how to push buttons, and find a way to tease Ordo. Ordo would chase him through the whole citadel for it. But also I think Nikkari would understand him. Burdens of the past are there, Nikkari suffers from the thing he can't change and never was in his control to begin with. Ordo (and his brothers) suffers from mistreating then being labeled as a reject when they didn't meet with the expectations. Also I think a clonefied Nikkari would make an excellent ARC Trooper. Ugh this got so long, I hope I didn't make you bored that much.

[gabbyzurzolo]

🎱“𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀 707 𝙊𝙐𝙏”

PT: 1

y/n yelled in a hurtful way. “I know you’re messing with other girls! I know you’re cheating! y/n wiped her tears away from her face still feeling shitty as fuck.

Chris’s eyebrows rose up as he got caught up in a surprised way. he then spoke and narrowed his eyes while clenching his jaw. “oh yeah? you don’t believe me huh? i’ll make-out with you in-front of every girl you see.”

Chris then grabbed my waist pulling me towards him as he was looking down at my lips then back to my eyes he then pulled me in a passionate heated kiss, tilting his head so he could deepen it. I tried pulling away even though i enjoyed it but no. he gripped my face cupping it with his hand roughly. he clearly loved seeing me pissed off at him and struggling, it turned him on. every. single .thing.

you were moving schools since your dad had gotten a new job and you meet the most jaw dropping handsomest man in your whole entire life. Does he feel the same? turns out he was plotting on you as soon as you stepped into the school

people tried to warn you about him, how he’s a heartbreaker, a player, many horrible things. but you didn’t believe not even a bit. at the start you believed it a lot that you even played hard to get to him. but it slowly faded away. it was hard for you to pull away from him because you were overly obsessed. he kept a close eye on you, watching every single thing you do, seeing who you were with, what were you doing, and if you were ever talking to a boy that wasn’t him. trust me.. it wouldn’t be a good thing. he would then purposely like to make you jealous.

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his love language🤍: physical touch, hugging, leaving kisses on your head, holding hands. etc

cons⚠️: besides his flirty love language, he tends to have horrible jealousy problems, and if you ever talked to a guy. it doesn’t matter if he was a friend, relation, or what. any guy. he would quite literally get pissed and try to make you jealous. and you would quite literally overthink that he has a new girlfriend and how he would cheat behind your back every single time. he would constantly get into fights over the most stupidest random stuff ever, one time he got a fight over a rubber duck. crazy right!?

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7:30 AM Boston , Ma 🌁

*RIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG* || Y/Ns alarm ringed, beeped loudly and obnoxiously, Y/N wake up!! it’s time for school! Y/N’s mother would say as she would tip toe to Y/N’s window, opening the curtains fully so the sunlight would shine on Y/N.

“Mom! seriously!?” Y/N muttered as she buried her face into her huge white soft pillow so she wouldn’t be able to see the light that was shining from her window. Y/N would groan loudly in her pillow, clearly indicating and showing she was already pissed off.

“Don’t ‘mom seriously’ me young lady! your not going to procrastinate all day in your bed like you did all summer. Plus, you’re going to a new school. Aren’t you excited?” Y/N’s mom would say as she would shake Y/N in her bed.

“.. can’t you atleast give me some time to fully wake me up.. you don’t have to shake me around everywhere! it’s probably 4:00 Am in the morning.” Y/N would say in her sleepy raspy voice and with a annoyed tone as she swatted her mom’s hand away from her.

Y/N’s mom pulled back .“You need to learn how to be more positive nowadays.. and no it’s not 4:00 Am it’s 7:55 which means it’s almost time for school to start. Y/N mom would sigh.. This new generation has gotten to you. Horrible!” Y/N’s mom said as she frowned before turning and walked towards the door. She then made it towards the door, opened the door and she turned to Y/N .”Oh, and you have 20 minutes to get ready.” Y/N’s mom chuckled before walking out and slamming the door shut, still feeling upset after Y/N swatted her hand away.

Y/N cursed under her breath after hearing her mom’s last sentence (20 minutes left to get ready) Y/N scoffed, “that’s bullshit! i can’t believe i have 20 minutes to get ready on my first day. gosh how much horrible can my day be?! … Y/N face palmed before sighing once again. I better shut up or else i’m wasting more time…”

Y/N quickly got down from her bed and rushed to the bathroom, getting time to shower, do her makeup, and wear her outfit she planned out before the day of school, she was then brushing her teeth , humming music , and dancing around. she then finished brushing her teeth and walked towards her dresser and grabbed the clothes that were laying on top. it was a denim jean skirt, paired with a plain navy blue top, and adidas shoes. since she didn’t have enough time to do her hair, she then instead slicked her hair back into a ponytail and wore her signature jewelry , which was golden hoops, gold necklace, and a golden bracelet stack. Y/N already knew her fit looked good, she didn’t need to be reminded.

since Y/N finished getting ready, she then grabbed her backpack, walked out of her bedroom walked towards the stairs and then continued walking downstairs with her hands on the railing. Y/N then yelled..

“MOMMMM!!”

“yes honey? are you ready to go? “ Y/N mom heard her and she started to walk towards Y/N while holding Butter. **butter was the name of my dog. she’s a chihuahua, you know sometimes people think chihuahuas are those typical crazy dogs that bite. but really they’re not..**

“yes i’m all set and ready to go!! .. whats for breakfast?” I said while making eye contact with her while my eyebrows were raised confused on why i didn’t smell my usual pancakes and bacon like i do every morning.

“.. about that, I didn’t have enough time to cook breakfast. you already had only 20 minutes left. so i figured it would be time consuming to cook you some breakfast. “ Y/Ns mom looked back at her awkwardly frowning and muttering, It was clear she was upset. she then gently placed the dog down while reaching her keys from her pocket.

I looked at my mom and shook my head smiling and chuckling. I didn’t want her to feel upset about not cooking me breakfast, plus it wasn’t that much of a big deal. “It’s okay mom i totally understand! 20 minutes isn’t that much time. But i’m sure i can live through it… i paused .. what about dad? did he make it to his work since he got a new job?” Y/N asked out of curiousity.

Y/N’s mom smirked before speaking.

“Pfft, of course he did how could he not? Plus i’m sure the job is going amazing for him.. Enough with the chattering I need to drop you off at your school.”

Before i could even say anything back, my mom turned around walking out towards the front door to the car. I followed my mom behind her and then opened the car door hopping in and sighing, **if you couldn’t even tell.. i was already nervous for the first day of school! i mean.. new people, new teachers, fear of getting lost.. could you really blame me?? hopefully cuter boys. the boys at my last school looked like they came back from the dead. **

My mom then turned on the radio playing my favorite music, a classic. Hell N Back from Bakar.

I looked out of the window, seeing some interesting things… these 2 girls screaming at eachother at 8 am in the morning over a chicken tender. i thought to myself.. ‘really? this early in the morning? that’s insane.’ i chuckled and looked away from the window before thinking about my school once again, i really hoped i could make a lot of new friends. and see some amazing people.

*before i could rest my eyes, i was already at my school, man how time flies when your having “fun” P.S . that’s what my dad always said to me , who said i was having fun?*

“alright hun, your at your school. have fun dear! make new friends, have a nice personality, and remember don’t care about all that negativity stuff. “my mom said as she pressed the button to unlock the car door to let me out.

“thanks mom, i know i’ll have an amazing day hopefully. and yes yes i know, you tell me that every year. bye mom love you!” I rolled my eyes smiling at her as i grabbed my backpack and then i shut the car door and walked towards the school doors. i then waved my mom goodbye as she drove away.

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as soon as i walked in the school doors, all i could hear was *chatter chatter chatter* i mean that’s typical honestly. what’s a school without all that talking and craziness? as i was walking through the hallways, heads turned. and it wasn’t just 5 people. it was a lot. i was thinking to myself. do i look horrible or what? why are so many people looking? i gulped and looked down to the ground as i thought i was being made fun of. but weirdly i wasn’t.. people were looking because they apparently thought i was pretty.. or so that’s what i thought. i heard whistles and a lot of other stuff. which was weird because i don’t recall having that crazy amount of peoples attention on me. I was then stopped by these group of girls, they all looked like very nice people. one of the girls complimented me, she had blonde longe hair with pretty brown eyes and rosy cheeks. what a combination!

she then told me that i was really pretty, and i don’t know about you but getting complimented by a pretty girl is AMAZING. I thanked her complimenting her back.

“well thank you! i think your pretty yourself as well. i really like your hair. it’s pretty! “ I said giving her a welcoming smile, it was hard on what to compliment her on. she was really pretty. like really. i couldnt even focus on what she said!

she then looked at me and gave me the most heartwarming smile. “i’m eloise, what about you? oh and also these are my other friends aria, nora, and lisa. “

Eloise then looked at her friends and her friends also gave me a nice heartwarming smile while waving at me as they all introduced themselves.

..as i was smiling back at them, i noticed some guy look at me with his friends behind eloise. they were all pointing at me and i couldn’t help but get distracted and look at them back. i gave a confused gaze back at them signaling them and wondering what the fuck they were looking at.

nora saw me looking behind Eloise and she gave me the same look i was giving those boys. she was confused wondering what i was looking at that made me look so confused. she turned her head and saw Chris and a bunch of other boys pointing and smiling. Chris was smirking at me though and laughing with his friends. she then looked back at me blurting out her words.

“don’t look at them they are all HORRIBLE HORRIBLE people.”

i was startled from her sudden outburst, i looked at Nora raising my eyebrow. “huh?.. wait what? “ i shook my head making sure i heard that right

“they are all horrible people. those boys looking at you! especially that one with the brown hair and blue eyes. she wasn’t afraid to point so she pointed right at him. the guy (chris) realized he got caught by Nora because he was staring at Y/N he was looking at Nora giving her a weird look and then he looked away. Nora rolled her eyes at him. “

gosh. if you went to this hellhole of a school longer, you would have known.” she shook her head and scoffed. “that one, the one i pointed at. yeah. his name is Chris. and let me tell you about him, he is HORRIBLE. he cheats on many girls, he gets into a lot of fights and GOSH. that’s not the only horrible shit he’s done! i can just tell by the way he looked at you seemed he wants something with you. and if you wanna protect your peace. DONT. GET. WITH. HIM. for your sanity. I’m helping you out girl.”

It felt like a whole bunch of words were getting hit at my face, she was speaking so fast i could’ve thought she was speaking a different language. I then looked at her and shook my head laughing

“pfft. why would i get with him? he looks like a horrible person anyways.”

Nora looked at me and narrowed her eyes thinking i was being sarcastic.

“look if you want to get cheated on by him then go on and do so, i’m just trying to help you out!”

*Noras friends looked at nora then back at me and started nodding their heads basically implying they agree with nora. *Lisa added a word*

“and if you wanna hear those weird cringey ass pickup lines from him, go for it.”

*Eloise and her friendgroup gave you one last friendly smile before turning and walking away*

“wow.. “ *i shook my head* “well okay then.”

I muttered to myself as i walked towards my locker opening it , putting away my backpack grabbed my stuff for my classes, and closed my locker not even a second later chris was standing beside my locker looking and sizing me up and down

I then turned to him staring blankly at him as we both made eye contact with each-other.

“..Do you need anything?” I said in a confused voice

i’m pretty sure he was zoned out, he was just looking at me and smiling, not even daring to say anything to me. i then softly hit his shoulder to catch his attention.

“hello!? i’m talking to you! can you hear me or what!?”

he then caught back his attention and shook his head

“huh—?? wha— oh.. yeah. hey.. just saying hi heh.. “*he placed one of his hands in his hair awkwardly playing with his hair* “you uhh new? never saw you here. “ Chris then gave me a wink.

*I wanted to barf out of cringe so bad but no i couldn’t. *

“ew. stop. don’t ever do that ever again.” I said covering my mouth making a gagging noise

he blinked repeatedly as he was shocked from my reaction.

“well geez didn’t know that i was that bad at flirting, but seriously.. you new here?”

i gave him a stern look crossing my arms, i was already weirded out from him. but i answered

“yeah, i lived in michigan but moved here because my dad has a new job here.”

i sighed replying back to him

“that’s cool, so uhh. what’s your name? you look pretty in the most RESPECTFUL way possible. “

he then gave me a friendly smile looking at me up and down once again. hoping i still didn’t feel pissed off at him. i guess it kind of worked

“.. oh my name? its Y/N. “

I gave him a friendly smile back still kind of feeling suspicious and still weirded out.

chris looked at me and chuckled , smirking then letting my name roll on his lips.

“ Y/n.. Y/n .. Y/n.. pretty name don’t you think ? i’m chri—“

i stopped him from talking

“yeah yeah trust me i heard from you already i already know your chris.”

i rolled my eyes chuckling at him and tilting my head a bit

chris felt surprised from being suddenly stopped

“oh yeah huh? that sounds fun. what’d you hear about me?”

chris smiled at me once again, moving a piece of my hair back behind my ear

“well not so great things. if i’m being completely honest. Don’t wanna say them. might hurt your ego a bit.”

chris was astonished from my words

“pfft, you think i give a shit? i dont care anyways.”

chris said trying to hide his annoyance, he hates being talked about. it doesn’t matter what people were saying about him if they were talking about him he’d be pissed. (unless if people were talking about how he’s hot then he’d feel amazing and he wouldn’t mind it.

“well if i’m being totally honest it sounds like you care.”

i replied, not taking his words into consideration. he already looks like a sensitive person and it’s kinda funny to see him overreact over something stupid.

chris clenched his jaw hearing those words coming from my mouth, he was PISSED off. he already knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass but he ignored it.

“look your not funny. at all.” chris replied.

[indepth-mbti]

I don't know if you can help me out with this or not but... Can you tell me why I am not an ISFJ and make some kind of comparison between the IXFJ types, with function examples? Since the day you answered my first question, I keep on thinking and thinking. I keep on looking for signs that can point me to the right direction and to the lie of my ego and I am divided. I feel like I might be an ISFJ 6w5, just like I think that my mother is, but I am afraid of accepting it. I already accepted my Enneagram, but I don't want to accept my possible MBTI. Not only because of her, but because I keep on feeling like there is something off. There is something off about my MBTI. I feel like I am an INFJ, but it feels like something is off; I think I might be an ISFJ but, then again, something feels off; I even keep on thinking I am an Fi Dom., but it also feels off. How do I smooth the edges to finally see the truth?

You’re an E6, so the obsessive self-doubt and paradoxical search for certainty will always haunt you. You’re an INFJ, and I’ve offered you multiple arguments for it, but you’ll never have any proof that is going to satisfy you. The problem isn’t that you’re an INFJ. The problem is that you’re an E6 who keeps doubting herself over and over again. Your E6 + tert Ti overthinking tendencies are what gets you into this constant uncertainty.

But getting to the point, main differences between ISFJ and INFJ:

Si focuses on internal sensory states, sensory bonds, and giving personal meaning to their experiences – they have a “collector” mentality, freezing the present. Ni focuses on internal idealistic states, personal implications driven to the future and to live in a meaningful way (purpose). Both prefer predictability and structures.

Si + Fe = Interpersonal safety mixed with a personal understanding of reality. Meticulous and methodical. Too willing to ignore the hints that indicate that there’s something wrong.

Ni + Fe = Aspires to some hidden purpose in their interpersonal connections, desires to see how their visions can help the external structures that their Fe care about. Sees things in others where there’s nothing.

Si + Ti = Self-sufficient. The most detail-obsessed combination, rigid subjectivity. Pessimistic and stuck in old methods that don’t work – more prone to conforming to what they already know.

Ni + Ti = The kind of person who wants to polish their single obsession until the end, obsessive mentality of “there’s not enough; I can go deeper.” Blind to their inner contradictions. Reality is disappointing.

[yanderefairyangel]

Brain rot about Robin you say?

please tell me head-canons about Robin, any and all!

Which Robin do you prefer to play as? Who do you S-support them with generally? I am curious! :)

Robin my precious bird tactician !

Well, not sure about the headcanon but I mainly did a lot of Robin theory from the little we know though.

So from my math Robin in pre-timeskip (default Robin) is 16-17 and post timeskip 18-19. As for their future self (the one that I am always more obsessed about because it's Robin with THEIR MEMORIES) I always made headcanon about how they and their mother had to hide from both the Grimeal and the Ylissean (since Chrom's father is supposed to have waged war against Plegia) and that eventually they had to handle this on their own cause at the begining of Awakening Robin's skill Veteran indicates that they are experienced but they can't be much older then Chrom (in fact they are at least 2 years younger, if not more) and of course "Grime"s obsession for believing that fate is stronger then bonds, that destiny is stronger then connection (Did you knew that Engage was highly Awakening influenced ?) had to come somewhere, especially seeing how Grima is the reflection of Robin's despair as much as Valider viewed Robin as Grima's reflection and that's the biggest mystery of Awakening...

Of course there is also the Morgan but thinking about it too hard might give me a headache... again.... cause I tried to think too hard about their existence... yes that's why I am crazy now

"Which Robin do you prefer to play as? Who do you S-support them with generally?"

In general I play with F!Robin and for the S support well... I have completed all S support for Awakening (something I'll never do ever again) and I usually don't really care about the Robin when it comes to that. I'd say fro M!Robin my fav option is Sumia but for F!Robin I don't have any preference. My most recent file were that I S supported Severa as M!Robin because with Virion's hair color she looks like Hatsune Miku and for F!Robin, with Inigo because with Chrom has his father he is OP af and make the ultimate father for Morgan.... also because making Chrom a grandpa is funny and that Morgan loves bugs while Ini hates bugs...

Thanks for the ask !!

[sweetestpopcorn]

Why are Green fans so obsessed with Catholicism? They even see Alicent as a repressed Catholic lesbian, while in real life, she would be Amy Coney Barrett, one of the U.S. Supreme Court’s conservative justices.

Hi there,

You seem to be lost here Anon, or maybe you are making the wrong question.

I don’t know how many more times I need to remind you all but there are two canons. Asoiaf and g*t just as there are two Alicent’s. Actual Alicent and Alicia from redacted.

I only debate asoiaf canon unless it’s to make a joke and in that case I mock redacted.

So let’s see who is asoiaf Alicent that some of you try to mix up with Alicia though it takes some pathological levels of cognitive dissonance 😂

Asoiaf Alicent is ten years older than Rhaenyra. She was actually 18 when she married King Viserys who was 28. If any redacted fan needs reminder this is actually one of the smallest age differences considering the Dance couples and in Westeros not only were girls married as young as 13, but 16 was considered the age of majority. No one would consider a 15 year old a child and too young for intercourse. Be that as it may the one seduced at 15 - by Daemon who didn’t give half a fig about her age - was Rhaenyra. Oh and he didn’t suffer from erectile disfunction.

Alicent also became a mother when she was 19-20, an age were most women already had kids. For instance redacted fans, did you know that by 20 Rhaenyra had three sons? And she became a mother at 17 so at least 2 years younger than Alicent? And she married Daemon when she was 23 and he 39. Just a thought if age differences bother you and young women being seduced bother you 😌

But back to Asoiaf Alicent.

We have no indication of her being a lesbian, and if she was, I would certainly not say she had the hots for a woman she bullied all her life, that she wished to die in childbirth, whose sons she called “bastard blood shed at war”, and who took on under her employment a man who she had previously called out for being a creep to her then 12-13 year old stepdaughter. Yes. The only person in the books who says something that could imply that there was something going on between Rhaenyra and Criston - with a somewhat big stretch due to her age and what happened afterwards - was Alicent Hightower.

Does she do anything about it? Yes, takes him under her employment after Rhaenyra is forced to marry Laenor.

Yea that’s right, Rhaenyra is forced to marry not Alicent.

So you see Anon, I discuss asoiaf canon, and the Alicent people like and defend, and the one you are talking about, is redacted Alicia which is a different character so I can’t really comment unless to say she’s actually a walking meme whose entire personality is suffering at the hands of eVIL mEn and show how deranged the Tedescos - especially the men of course - are. Still my heart goes out to her because she was married against her will to the pos wife killer that suffers from Leprosy.

Plus she had to be friends with Renada.

She has my deepest sympathies.

All the best to you and next time please try to find a redacted blog 😊