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evilcowgirl · 7 months

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jealous ellie headcanons

ft. sapphic longing

i get my inspo from sintuationships bc im real

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ellie doesn't like not being around you at social events, or with you out of her sight. it stresses her out so much that she can't even properly enjoy herself without you close to her. can barely pay attention if someone's speaking to her because shes busy trying to watch you in the crowd.

convinces herself that everyone wants you. you often have to assure her that your friends and other people you interact with casually aren't secretly pinning over you or waiting on the opportunity to make a move. she never believes you, always stuck on the idea that you're too good to not have a billion more options.

ALWAYS thinks someone is flirting with you, and get pouty about it. when she's feeling bold enough she'll say something direct.

"i mean you didn't see the way she was looking at you from my perspective, you guys were basically at 3rd base."

ellie knows that you're only her friend, that you don't owe her loyalty, but anytime you bring up time you've spent with someone else she goes all quiet and short with you, not because she's mad at you, but because she gets an unexplainable feeling in her stomach like she's gonna drop dead when she thinks of you enjoying the company of anyone else but her.

cannot go an hour without bringing you up to other people (barely exaggerating.) her mind wanders to you so often she hardly even notices it. at the sight of a trinket you'd like, or a color she knows you love. whenever she hears someone say something that reminds her of you, she's quick to to point that out. you stay on her mind always.

can't handle being away from you too long, she gets antsy and starts asking around about your whereabouts. especially when she's missing you, all hell breaks loose. when she finds out that you were only getting lunch or something simple like that she feels embarrassed at how desperate she was to find you. (she'll definitely do it again tmr.)

likes to see you sitting in her room, around all her stuff doing whatever. painting your nails, reading, listening to music ect. just getting to see you in her personal space makes her happy. knowing that you're safe and with her.

will start an argument if she doesn't know where you've been. arguing with ellie is always slightly maddening because shes so nonchalant when she's being ridiculous that it makes you question yourself.

she's so sweet and nervous when she apologizes though, going over what shes going to say over and over in her room and still messing up.

"i'm just—fuck this is stupid—i shouldn't have said what i said to you. . . about the thing earlier?" she'll look away like a scolded puppy waiting on you to say something. "i'm sorry."

if you accept her apology, you can visibly see the fear leave her body. the worst thing that could happen to her is losing you and anytime she thinks that might happen her whole world gets turned upside down until she knows you're okay with her.

she doesn't see you as her property, just something really special that she wants to keep safe and close.

likes to keep a hand on you when you're walking with her. on your waist, a hand around your wrist or tugging at your clothes when she needs you to follow. she doesn't care if people notice, she'd prefer them to see actually.

writes the little things she notices about you down like she's studying you or something. the way you look at her when you're listening intently, how you act when you're sleepy. things she knows no one else would take note of. she jots down her thoughts about you when they're overwhelming because it helps, talking about it isn't an option she doesn't want to share you with anyone.

"she's so pretty when she's doing her hair, like a fucking angel on earth. she's driving me INSANE. i feel like i'm going to mess this up somehow."

gets jealous when you're babying dogs in front of her and will admit it !

"you never pay that much attention to me." when you totally do.

huge complainer, she's so bold about it too ! if you're spending any extra time with someone she'll get all dramatic about it and ask when you guys' wedding is and if she can be the maid of honor because shes petty.

can and will make things a competition if that means she'll get the chance to show off to you. some guy your age is impressive at target practice? she'll make an effort to double what he did just to say she can.

"i guess I've just had more experience." meanwhile she knew exactly what she was doing.

getting praise from you is like her main goal, anytime you let her know you're proud of her she feels like the most capable person on earth. on the other side of that is her absolutely debilitating jealousy when it comes to hearing you brag on other people. ellie doesn't pride herself on being nice but she gets pretty mean when she feels like you're giving attention she should be getting to others. you mention how well jesse did on his patrol and all of the sudden she's going on about how she's killed more infected as a kid than jesse could even imagine seeing.

oppositely, shes so sweet to you when you're feeling down, always making sure you know no one's allowed to mess with you (other than her) and if someone had she'd set things straight.

when you're feeling bad, or you're sick she likes to watch you sleep because you look peaceful and its ideal for her to see her girl safe nd happy.

strokes your hands and face while you're asleep, careful not to wake you. she's so infatuated and isn't quite sure how to handle it yet but for now she's able to roll with just being your person.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou fanfic #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou fic #ellie the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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unclewaynemunson · 9 months

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More often than not, it doesn't work out.

Robin first learned that lesson with Vickie, when she thought she found the love of her life but ended up breaking things off because the way in which Vickie mirrored her anxiety back to her enhanced it tenfold and it turned out to be completely exhausting to keep up with that after the first wave of butterflies had died down.

After Vickie, there was Laura. Laura, with whom it seemed to work out until she told Robin that she couldn't bear keeping up with her weird, unsettling and way too vivid nightmares about Russian spies and monsters from fantasy stories every other night.

After Laura, there was Julia. Julia, who was amazing for four whole months until she told Robin with tears in her eyes that she couldn't tolerate the cheating anymore. It didn't matter how often Robin told her that sleeping with someone didn't necessarily mean sleeping with someone, that Steve was like a brother to her – and that the whole thing was utterly ridiculous in the first place because Robin was very much a lesbian. Needless to say, it didn't work out.

Then, there was Amy. Amy, who, like a cruel twist of fate, actually cheated on Robin. It was only a one-time thing, a drunken kiss during some stupid party, but it was enough to damage Robin's trust in her irreparably. So it didn't work out.

Up until then, she had chalked it up to a string of bad luck or maybe bad taste. But after Louise (who brought up the nightmares again), Valerie (who wanted some adventure in the bedroom and had to guide Robin through a panic attack filled with inexplicable flashbacks when she tried tying her to the bedframe), and Mathilde (who made a problem of Robin's regular 3am calls with Steve when neither of them could sleep), she starts to wonder if it wouldn't be more probable that it is herself who is the problem instead of this whole list of girls.

“Don't you dare say that about yourself,” says Nancy with fire in her voice when Robin finally dares to voice that thought out loud.

They're both lying down on Nancy's brand new couch, a pair of legs dangling over each side and their heads right next to each other in the middle. Except for that couch, the living room is still empty. Boxes are piled up everywhere, still waiting to be unpacked, but they can wait a little longer.

Robin is happy to have Nancy at her side again. It's been a while: college and differing career paths kept them separated through the majority of their friendship. But now Nancy has found her way back to Indiana, only half an hour away from where Robin has been living with Steve and Eddie ever since Mathilde broke up with her a few months ago.

She hasn't really been dating anyone since, and now that Nancy is also living in Indianapolis, she wonders if she'll ever feel the need to. No girl would ever be able to compare to Nancy Wheeler, after all; Robin knew that much as soon as she saw Nancy stepping out of the U-Haul wearing pastel-pink dungarees, with all grown-out curls cascading over her back and a thick layer of eyeliner around her beautiful doe eyes.

“Well, it could be true,” Robin presses on.

“No it can't!” Nancy says it in such an indignant tone that it makes Robin snort skeptically.

“I'm serious, Rob.” It sounds stern. “I know you and I know it's not true. It's not your fault.”

“You're seriously telling me I've been dating seven girls over the past seven years, and none of it worked out, and it's all because of them? All those relationships were wildly different; I'm the one consistent factor in all of them, Nance.”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean you're the problem.” Nancy says it like it's obvious. “Maybe the problem is that you've been picking girls who all have one single thing in common, and that is that they never wanted to make the effort to really listen to you.”

"Huh." Robin closes her eyes for a second, taking her time to let those words sink in. She never thought about it that way. “You think so?”

“Yeah. Mathilde was a bitch anyway,” Nancy says matter-of-factly. “I mean, did she ever ask you to explain why you've been feeling the need to call Steve in the middle of the night lately?”

Robin shrugs. “That's a bit difficult to explain, isn't it?” she points out.

“That's what I'm saying,” says Nancy. “It's exactly why you keep picking out those kind of girls. Because if you're with someone who will actually listen to your story, you're gonna have a problem. Right?”

And, well, shit. It's not like Robin asked for a free therapy session here, but... Nancy is right. Of course she is. She always is.

Robin turns her head to the side, exchanging her view on the white ceiling for a much better one: Nancy's face, so close to her own that she can take in every little detail. The elegant slope of her nose, the wing of her eyeliner, the freckles on her cheeks, her perfect lips... Her face in this en-profile position is mesmerizing. It's not the first time that the thought comes to Robin's mind that Nancy looks like someone who should be in old paintings.

“Do you think you'll ever try to find someone who listens to you?” Nancy asks.

Robin tries to imagine that scenario; it's difficult. Not just because she doesn't really know how that would work in the first place, but mostly because she doesn't actually want to.

“Nah,” she says, trying to make it sound casual instead of really fucking sad.

“Why not?”

Because nobody can ever compare to you anyway, she thinks. But she bites her tongue and shrugs, turning her head back to the ceiling.

“That would be way too complicated, wouldn't it?”

Nancy shuffles and sighs; Robin feels her breath tickle against her cheek.

“I guess,” she mumbles.

“How did you do it?” Robin asks.

Nancy's dating history is not as tumultuous as Robin's. After things ended between her and Jonathan, she had been solo for a while. Then, there had been Ben, and then Kurt, and then it had again been just Nancy for a long time.

“Did what?”

“Did you ever find a way to tell Kurt about all the shit?”

“Nope.” It doesn't exactly sound like she tried very hard.

“Why not?”

“Because I did the same thing you did,” Nancy says. “Chose the wrong people to do that with. So I didn't have to think about it.”

That doesn't feel completely fair to Robin; Nancy had been with her boyfriends longer than Robin had been able to keep even one of her girlfriends around.

“I liked Kurt, he was nice,” she remarks in an attempt to point out the difference without being too blunt about it.

Nancy sighs. “Yeah, he was nice, but he wasn't... Right. I knew that from the beginning. Same with Ben. Even with Jonathan, in a way. Or Steve, even though I was too young to realize it.”

“What do you mean, not right?”

“Boys.”

“Wha-” Robin turns her head sideways so fast that she's lucky she doesn't pull a muscle.

She sees how Nancy's eyes drop from the ceiling and slowly find their way to Robin's face.

“Took me a while to figure that one out,” she says quietly. “But yeah.”

Robin wishes they were lying in a different position; one that would have made it possible for her to take Nancy's hand and squeeze it gently, or to wrap an arm around her, or to pull her in for a hug.

“Thank you for telling me.”

A soft smile is tugging at Nancy's lips. She looks at Robin like she wants to say something, then looks back up to the ceiling again, and Robin copies her movement, biting her own tongue again in order to give Nancy the time and space she clearly needs right now.

Usually, Robin struggles with silences; she'll feel words pile up inside of her until her need to fill the empty space will take over and she'll inevitably start rambling. But this one actually feels comfortable. She wishes that they could keep lying side-by-side on this couch for the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, they can't, though. There's still way too much work to be done. So Nancy hauls her to her feet and soon, the couch gets company of a coffee table, a couple of cozy armchairs, a bookcase, a TV... There are boxes filled with books, kitchen appliances, picture frames, video tapes, clothes; there are closets that need to get assembled and a heavy bedframe that they can barely get to where they need it.

It feels like it will never end, but after two long days of hauling furniture around, the apartment starts to look like a home. A home for which Robin gets a spare key. It rests cold and shiny against the palm of her hand, where Nancy has dropped it, and it makes her realize how real it is that Nancy is finally living close to her again.

Nancy's couch becomes just as much of a home for Robin as her own living room. It's where the two of them share stories, tell secrets, laugh loudly, cry ugly... It's where they watch movies until deep in the night, snuggled up to each other under a soft blanket. It's where they read books side-by-side on lazy Sunday afternoons. It's where they listen to music together and where they listen to what the other has to tell about their day or about anything that's on their minds. It's where Robin finally gets the courage to tell Nancy that nobody has ever listened to her the way Nancy does. It's where Nancy scoots closer towards her to press a kiss against her cheek, right before she finds Robin's lips and they share their first kiss, warm and homely and perfect.

More often than not, it doesn't work out. But once in a lifetime, it does. And once is exactly enough.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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vaguely-concerned · 1 year

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listen I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore but on this playthrough of DA2 I found myself once more entranced and heartbroken to see hawke reenact their relationship with their mother with the entire cursed city of kirkwall. you can never do enough for leandra, and you can never do enough for kirkwall. leandra is proud of you, and kirkwall uplifts its champion, but no matter how hard you try for them you can't fix everything there that's broken, no one could, and even the fact that anyone would feel the burning responsibility to take that task on is a huge warning sign on its own. leandra will easily allow you to sacrifice yourself on the altar of the family's continued well-being again and again, even when she'll beg you to spare the twins from the same thing. it's such a sad, painfully realistic thing because I truly don't think leandra meant to fuck up her kids, and yet she primed her oldest for an abusive toxic codependent relationship with an entire ongoing dumpster fire of a city state better than she ever could have if she had meant to.

I think what leandra actually, deep down wants from you is something you can never ever give her and that is cruel to ask of anyone, but especially your kid -- to bring her back to a time when she was happy. to reclaim when you were all happy, when nothing was broken that couldn't be fixed, before malcolm died, before you had to leave behind bethany or carver's broken body on the ground. to get her childhood back from where she left it and found it all gone and in ruins when she returned. 'this is all your fault'. this is the tragedy of parenthood sometimes I think, that capacity to define a life: she said that once, in a moment of profound pain, and she probably wouldn't have said it under other circumstances and she apologizes later, but now hawke has to live with that forever. leandra can't bear her own emotions without letting them spill over onto someone else so she won't have to hold the discomfort of them anymore, and hawke is left to shoulder that burden and responsibility again and again, handed the impossible task of making it all okay again, somehow -- of stopping anything bad from ever happening again in the Nr 1 Bad Things Constantly Happening capital of thedas.

and then at the same time there's the mirror of how varric's whole family wants orzammar back (and to him orzammar is just a ghost he's seen in their eyes -- there's something in his voice when he says 'That stupid plate was the whole city of Orzammar to him' that gets me every time, how much he understands that he doesn't understand and how lonely that makes him among them, and on top of it all he's frustrated and ashamed and sad that he just doesn't get it and can't meet them on it -- like it's a betrayal that he actually belongs up here, when varric wants so badly to be loyal), just as the hawkes want happiness back. (I don't think it's Lothering in itself that longing is for, it's for being together. Lothering was just the place they stayed the longest.) they're all in exile, even as they try to make a new home out of that exile.

(varric and hawke's real 🤝 quality across all personalities, affinities and choices is 'parentified child' lmao. so much of varric's character makes perfect sense once you know he grew up supporting a mother who was an emotionally volatile alcoholic, honestly. between varric, the hawkes, isabela, seb if you have him and merrill's whole Situation with marethari I feel like DA2 covertly is to mommy issues what ME2 is to daddy issues fjsdjfa)

basically I think I'm trying to pick apart exactly why the fact that leandra is clearly proud of hawke and tells them so several times doesn't feel like it helps at all, almost feels more like a cage even though it's clearly meant well? and what I'm getting is that it's because my sense of what hawke actually needs, in general but especially from a parent, isn't admiration or approval but to be loved and supported and understood. I don't believe leandra ever quite understands them, and it scares her because it makes her think she maybe never even understood malcolm. (that's the subtext of a lot of what leandra will say about him in legacy, at least. he's slipping away from her as the years pass after his death and she fears she never really had him in the first place, if he had secrets like these.) she consistently treats her oldest more like a partner or peer than as her child, which considering hawke is always described as being very similar to their father… I mean I totally see how that could be easy to slip into for her after he died especially, but it doesn't make it any less fucked up or unfair.

the real leandra in legacy is. she is SO absurdly self-centered, if you really pay attention. I don't want to keep dunking on her because I don't think she's like this on purpose, but it boggles my mind. if you do the quest in act 1 she gets so upset and overwhelmed that the kids just sort of sit there like :( at the end, which adds to the trend that through the game you constantly see hawke comforting leandra, and you pretty much never see leandra comforting hawke, beyond some light vaguely encouraging comments in passing. if you do legacy in act 2 while she's still alive hawke comes to her, tentatively asking if malcolm ever spoke to her about any of it -- clearly requesting some sort of emotional support or help to make sense of it. she then expresses her side of it, but never once does she say anything to the effect of 'hey that was a lot to go through, are you okay after all that?'.

instead she essentially hands them the responsibility of having a good life, to repay what malcolm did for all of them. and in theory that's not the worst takeaway I suppose, malcolm probably would want them all to be happy, but in the moment it only feels like more expectation heaped upon you somehow? especially since you don't really get to express anything about how it made you feel before she goes to the 'ah no use complaining' zone (after SHE got to express her grief at feeling like she's losing more and more of that old life, and hawke barely got to say anything fhsfalkjfs). in general she really doesn't do much like. parenting, does she haha. there is so much love there in that relationship, and yet so little comfort. Oh, those days. All of us, in that simple place. Well, that's neither here nor there, is it. This life, we have to make the best of it. And thanks to you, and him, I will. Oh well, mum, I'm uh. I'm glad you feel better after that, at least. Nice to be of service.

it's varric's ghost-leandra who actually acknowledges what a burden hawke has taken on, that shows an understanding of why they're doing it, acknowledges the loss they've been through and also reassures them in their sense of belonging that still can't be taken from them, despite it all -- The best of him is still with you. The best of all of us. It's what makes you try so hard. You'll always have that. We'll always be family. (you can't take 'loved' away, huh.) you get a bit more of a reconciliation/reconnection between hawke and their dad's memory by being reminded he got like this too, you know (implicitly you're not alone). varric through leandra is the one who tells them what they probably would have wanted and needed to hear from a parent right then -- It's going to be alright. that's what Hawke, The Champion means to everyone else, and for once they get to be the one to hear it. except only in a kind dream that never really happened. I. it. hmmmmmm. crushing. that is crushing. but also so incredibly tender from varric's side, and so moving to me that he's seen all this stuff and so desperately wants to give them that comfort. anyway DA2 is about love in some of the realest and thus messiest and most human ways I've ever seen and it makes my brain go wild it's my favorite game of all time goodnight

#I don't even know what I'm saying anymore folks please just. accept this. it makes no sense/compels me though etc.#dragon age meta #dragon age #dragon age 2 #hawke #leandra amell #honestly someone should do an analysis of the mother figures of DA2 because oh BOY something is up here #elthina and all her talk of the chantry as a 'gentle mother' very much included #as I believe terry pratchett once wrote:#That's Nature for you in a nutshell. Always dealing off the bottom of the pack. No wonder they called her a mother.

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ticklishbeans4 · 3 months

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Welp, since my friend has pulled me into it, Hazbin Hotel Tickle Headcanons! PT. 1!

This got really long so I'll make a part 2 soon lol

Charlie-

Lee-

Charlie LOVES tickles, adores them really!

It's her favorite way to bond with her friends!

Her worst spots are her belly, her hooves, her ribs, and her neck!

When she was little she got into tickle fights with her parents fairly often. She very rarely won, but she never minded.

She has a bright bubbly giggly type of laugh, sometimes snorting if she laughs hard enough.

Ler

She's a ruthless ler, shockingly enough, and super teasy.

I HC that her true demon form is like her dads, aka 6 wings, all for tickle attacks! >:3

She usually starts slow, in a not super ticklish spot, and works her way up!

Very verbally teasy, likes to sound out the word tickle if that word flusters her lee.

She'll use all tools at her disposal, but her favorite way to tickle is nibbles and raspberries.

Her most common target is Vaggi, at least until she get the other Hotel guests into her shenanigans!

Vaggi

Lee

She's not the biggest lee in the hotel, but she enjoys it from time to time

She only really lets Charlie tickle her at first, but slowly as she gets to actually like and care about the other members of the hotel, she lets them tickle her occasionally.

Her worst spots are her belly, ribs, knees, and hips.

She's got a loud laugh, and hiccups a lot when she laughs really hard.

Light tickles make her melt, especially light tickles on her neck or under her chin.

Ler

Evil. She is evil when she tickles others.

She doesn't tickle anyone but Charlie at first, but once she start tickling the others, they're done for.

She'd got nails, and she's known for scribbling them all over her victim.

She also loved giving raspberries.

Horrible tease, she's got all the classics "Coochie coochie coo!" "Tickle tickle tickle!" and so on.

Angel Dust

Lee

He doesn't really enjoy being tickled at first. He associates it with his work with Val, since I'm sure Val has made him do videos for that side of the tickle community.

But when he had to do those videos they always went to far and it would often be a very unpleasant situation for him.

Once he got more comfortable with the others he did allow them to pull him into tickle fights.

They'll go slow with him, no restraining him and keeping a close eye to see if he starts to show signs of distress.

His worst spots are under his arms (all of them), his feet, knees, and hips.

Prefers softer tickles, especially feathers.

Ler

He's much more comfortable being a ler than a lee.

He uses his extra arms to tickle his friends silly.

Definitely a big tease! He usually likes to point out how ticklish someone is, or ask questions like "Oh? Is this spot more ticklish? Or this spot? You're not being very communicative ya know!"

His favorite target is Alastor, cause he thinks the noises he makes are funny.

Charlie is his second favorite, cause she just accepts the tickles and barely even tries to fight back. Plus, he knows she enjoys it, so it's to play with her sometimes.

Alastor

Lee

Super. Crazy. Ticklish. Bean.

This poor guy was cursed to be the most ticklish guy ever.

His worst spots are under his arms, his toe beans, his belly, and his ears.

Of course he's stupid ticklish all over, but those are the worst.

He's got a bright staticy laugh, and if he laughs hard enough it'll break up into static or even pick up radio signals. Sometimes he'll even accidentally take the power out.

Teasing takes him out, poor guy can't stand the word tickle. Can't even say it.

Once the others find out, he's a goner.

Ler

He gives as good as he gets, and loves doing it.

His static will sometimes fill the room and tickle the others a bit.

He liked to treat his tickling like a show "And here we see our dear Charlie is quite sensitive on her belly! Care to make a statement about that?"

His shadow sometimes helps to tickle his victims, holding then down or attacking the spots that Alastor isn't getting.

He absolutely uses his tendrils to tickle his victims, he thinks it's hilarious to make someone scream with laughter.

Sometimes likes to tweak someone as he passes by because they needed to smile in his opinion.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle #tickles #tickling #tickle #hazbin hotel tickle headcanons #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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What would your OC’s do if their s/o cheated on them

Warnings: cutting, carving name into skin, death, isolation, very toxic, unhealthy relationships, beheading, degradation

Silas:

Basement. Immediately. You've betrayed his trust and taken his rare love for granted. He'll feel stupid and want you to realize your mistake. He'll also not hesitate in getting rid of the person who managed to steal you away from him in the worst ways possible. From now on, you'll never see anyone else. At all.

"Now, Y/N. Don't you dare look away from me. You better get used to seeing my face from now on. It'll be the only living thing I'll allow you to see. You'll stay down here until you've learned your righteous place. I own you, I love you. And I'll make sure you understand that."

Dr Kry:

Since you're not a couple, you can't technically cheat on him. But he won't care. You're his and people should know that. Dr Kry can never blame you for stuff, you're not well! How can he put the blame on someone who doesn't even know what's best for themselves? The person he saw you kiss will be wiped off the earth one way or another and you'll get even more drugs and medication to keep you bed bound.

"If I'm mad? Why, of course I am. Why did you kiss that person? What do they have that I don't? I literally care for you 24/7! No one else even cares about you as much as I do. And this is how you repay me? Y/N, please. You don't understand how much this hurts me and I don't blame you for that. You're just naive. That's why I have to make sure you don't leave your bed. We can't let this happen again."

King Edmund:

Edmund is extremely hypocritical. If he wanted to, he could choose anyone to be with for the night, but he never does that because he loves you. You don't have that choice however and when you take that thing for granted to piss him off, all hell will break loose. People will be executed, he'll start war, he'll separate families and burn down cities.

"See what you made me do! Why do you let other people suffer thanks to you, Y/N? All you needed to do was to obey me. You promised to be loyal in our wedding vowels. Traitor. I'll make sure you never dare to cheat on me again. From now on, every person you glance at will get beheaded with a butter knife, got it?"

Jerry:

Her friends will have alerted her and she'll catch you right in the act. The moment the door swings open, Jerry will start to laugh. She doesn't know if it's out of shock or the fact that she now can punish you. Before you have the time to "explain", she'll have shot the other person dead and made her way over to you.

"My stupid, silly little bitch. You're really dumb, aren't you? Were you trying to make me jealous? Well, I don't get jealous, baby. I get territorial. And you're my property. I'm going to carve my name into every inch of your skin and force you to look at it every fucking day. Sooner or later that empty head of yours will get it."

Hedwig:

You can't keep anything secret from Hedwig. She knows everything. When you come over to her house one day she tells you that she has something for you in a tone that frightens you. Down in the basement, your fling is tied to a chair, gagged with a handkerchief and bruised all over. Hedwig’s sobs will bring you back to reality.

"You think I didn't know?! How could you, Y/N? I worship the ground you walk on. Isn't that enough for you? What do you want me to do? How could you do this to me? I could give you everything you ever wanted. This is not fair. But don't worry. We're not breaking up. I'm giving you another chance. I'm sure we can repair our relationship. I love you so much, honey. If you do this again, I'll have no other choice but to keep you locked in my room. If you don't want that, you better keep all of your attention on me."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #yandere king #yandere doctor #yandere female #yandere thoughts #yandere headcanon

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littledata · 4 months

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in your new fic (love by the way) just wondered if you could elaborate what Ava and Bea discuss when they call each other and realise they’re gonna be a couple.

Really interested to know when they both realised and how Bea discussed the beach night to her?

Thanks if you can

“It’s stupid because it’s not here in front of me,” Ava says, grinning stupidly. She can't seem to wipe it from her face, her mouth doesn't seem capable of doing anything else. “Four months, oh my God.”

On the other end of the phone, she can hear the wind rushing past Beatrice, and she half feels like it might sweep through the line and blow her way. For years she's carried the weight of loving Beatrice and believing she couldn't - or wouldn't - love her back, has borne the endless cycle of soaring hope and crushing disappointment with relative dignity and minimal crying into Mary's shoulder.

Now that Beatrice has said it though (I feel very deeply for you - she'll relive those words again and again) she's sure she could float away with the slightest breeze.

"Did you - would you have said anything? If I hadn't..." She doesn't want to say 'got down on my knees and begged you to love me in the middle of a train station' although that's certainly how it had felt; how it felt driving home in Lilith's car wondering if Beatrice would ever look at her the same way again.

"I don't know," Beatrice tells her. "Maybe not. I felt very muddled about all of it. I tried hard to resist it."

"How long?" Ava asks greedily. Now that she's had a taste of Beatrice wanting her, loving her, she can't get enough, will gladly drink it all down and ask for more.

"Hm." Beatrice says. Ava can't see her but she knows Beatrice's noises and silences well enough to understand that she's thinking about it. She's found, over the years, that where her own emotions are often clear and straightforward to her, looming large over everything she does, Beatrice's tend to be more subtle, more textured. Often, she has to sort through them before she's able to express them at all.

"Do you know that lots of girls smoked at my school?"

Ava's brows furrow, confused by the apparent non-sequitur, "Huh?"

"I mean, that lots of girls smoked, and I always refused to join in them. I didn't like it, I thought it was smelly and unpleasant."

"You smoked with me," Ava reminds her, "The first time we met." Ava thinks of it often - wonders regularly the path her life would have taken if she hadn't sneaked out of the tour of the rich asshole boarding school and found Beatrice crying behind the kitchens.

She hears the smile in Beatrice's voice, "That's what I mean. You offered me a cigarette and I accepted, even though I never had before. I think I wanted to impress you."

"Impress me?" Ava lets out a startled laugh, "You're like, the most impressive person ever."

"We'll have to agree to disagree," Beatrice says, amused. Ava wishes very badly she could see her, pull her close. "But I think that's when it started - although I didn't know it then, of course. I only realised it in little bits over the years. Coastal erosion, you know."

"I know," Ava agrees. She's so in love with this ridiculous nerd. "You remember when you came to the hospital to see me? When you were in university and I took those - uh. Well, when I ended up in hospital, anyway. As soon as you walked in, everything felt better, and I just knew."

"That long?" Beatrice asks softly.

"Yeah, that long." Ava agrees. It isn't that she's spent the last ten years pining: she's had boyfriends, girlfriends, even fallen in love a couple times over. But quietly, in the very back of her mind, it's always been Beatrice. Just Beatrice.

"I'm sorry I didn't act sooner," Beatrice says regretfully.

"Don't be sorry," Ava tells her immediately. "Don't. We got here. I didn't think we ever would. That night on the beach trip I kind of felt like I'd fucked everything up, like we'd never be friends the same way again."

"I think if anyone fucked up then it was me." Beatrice sighs, "I felt like I'd taken advantage of your desire for physical affection."

Ava pauses, decides she isn't going to say it and then says it anyway. "So I did turn you on, right?"

"Oh God." There is a smothered laugh and Ava imagines Beatrice is covering her face with her hand, "Do we have to get into that sort of detail?"

"So that's a yes." The grin is back on her face and bigger than ever.

"It's a yes," Beatrice admits, "And I'm sorry I didn't handle it very well. I was embarrassed, I think. And angry with myself."

"Angry?" Ava asks, "Is the thought of me touching you that bad?"

"No, of course not." Beatrice is quick to correct her, "The opposite, really. I was angry at my own lack of self-control in maintaining the boundaries of our friendship."

"Hm." Ava considers this for a long time, "You know, you should probably go back to therapy."

"I'm going to allow that comment only because it's you."

There's something in the way that Beatrice says you that makes Ava's heart flutter and dance in her chest. She wants badly to hug her, pull in her and tell her it's okay, feel the warmth and the strength of her. She wants to touch her again and see if she can make her gasp, hold her hand and run her fingers through her hair.

And she can say it, now, doesn't have to keep it inside anymore. So she does. "I want to kiss you really bad right now."

Beatrice inhales a shaky breath. She says, "I want to kiss you too."

#oh my god this ended up so long #extra writing #asks

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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Finding Home - Eris Vanserra

A/N - I love Eris and I hope we get more of him in the next book.

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"Must you antagonize them?" You sighed at Eris as you stood in between his legs, cleaning the blood off his face after he'd pushed the Shadowsingers patience and gotten his ass beat. He gave you a blood covered toothy smile. "It's all part of my charm, sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "It's all part of your stupidity, sweetness." You threw back at him. He laughed and cringed in pain. "Got some broken ribs there?" You smirked as you asked him the question. "Stop enjoying this so much, Y/N! I was attacked!" It was your turn to laugh. "You did this to yourself, you knew what you were doing when you baited him and you were arrogant enough to think you could take him! You also deserved it."

You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh. "I know you don't mean it, I know this is the role you play, but it hurts to watch." He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry sweetness, I didn't mean to upset you." You pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I just wanted to see my sisters." You said sadly, the war was over, Nesta was Cassian's mate, Elain was fawning over Azriel and Feyre had a son. You missed them and you never thought Nesta would leave you alone in your anger, but she did. "And I ruined it?" He asked, you shook your head. "You didn't ruin anything, they're still mad I chose to come with you, that I chose you and freedom over the shackles of the Night Court, but your little fight didn't help." His hands found a home on your hips. "If they're mad at you for doing what was best for you, If they're mad that you wouldn't let the Night Court snuff out your fire, then it's their problem, what they don't want to see thanks to my reputation is that you aren't a prisoner, that you can visit them at any time and I for one am over the moon that you chose me." You rested your forehead against his. "If they cared at all, they wouldn't have ever made me choose." He placed a small kiss on your nose. "No, they wouldn't have."

You smiled at the male who had pulled you out while you were drowning as he slid off of the counter in the bathing chamber and walked towards the bedroom, peeling off his bloodied shirt to find a fresh one, and a blush crawled across your cheeks as you watched the muscles in his back, gods he was beautiful and a tease. You were falling for the red head and you had been since you'd met him, but other than a few little kisses, you'd never let it go any further.

He'd watched you struggling with living in the Night Court during and after the war and just as you were about to drown he'd offered you an out, one that your sisters, Rhys and the rest of them were furious about. "You don't have to stay here Y/N." He said casually as Rhys shot to his feet alongside Feyre. "There's other Court's, there's a whole world to explore." Rhys snorted. "You think she'll survive in Autumn?" He'd spat at Eris, who's face morphed into a grin. "I know she would." He turned back to you. "It's up to you, you can stay here and drown, live under your sisters shadows or you can come with me and explore a whole new world." He offered his hand to you as Rhys took a step forward and grabbed your arm, you looked from the Lordling to the High Lord. "Take your hands off me, Rhysand." He didn't move. "Feyre, get your mate to unhand me or I'll make him." Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your sister, she said nothing, at least, not out loud and Rhys let go of your arm as you faced Eris again. "I need to get my things and my books." He smiled at you. "Sweetness, I'll build you a whole damn library if that's what you want." You took his hand and he'd winnowed you out before anyone could react. It was the first time he'd called you sweetness and he'd never stopped, your knees went weak everytime.

You took in your surroundings, you stood in a clearing, deep in the forests of Autumn, the colors around you were magnificent, and you looked back to Eris who was suppressing a laugh at your wonderment. "It's beautiful." You breathed, he came to stand behind you. "It's home." He'd said as he pointed out the beautiful log cabin that stood at the far end of the clearing." You smiled and repeated his words "It's home." You grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the cabin. You'd never been scared of the red headed male with a terrible attitude, you'd been drawn to him from the start. He'd told you this was only one of the safe houses Eris owned throughout Autumn, somewhere his father didn't know about. Anything you wanted or needed to make the cabin feel like home he got for you, he'd leave during the day to attend to his father and his duties within Autumn, he'd bought his dogs to stay with you and all the books you could ever want, so your days were filled with reading and playing in the clearing with the dogs and your evenings were filled with him, he taught you history, told you stories of growing up, his littlest and favourite brother and you quickly picked up that his childhood wasn't a happy one. You never pushed for more information. If he left the Court, he took you with him, making good on his promise to show you everything. In the weeks you'd spent with him you'd learned that he wasn't what he was made out to be, he wasn't the monster that Mor, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel had made him out to be. He was respectful, you had your own bedroom and bathroom and he'd never once tried anything with you as much as sometimes you'd wanted him too, but you knew if anything were to happen, you'd have to be the instigator.

A month and a half had passed when you crossed a line. Fueled by Fae wine, Eris was trying to teach you how to dance, something that had always been Nesta's forte. Your head felt light and you were dizzy from him spinning you around the living room in a space he had cleared of furniture, the dogs watching you sleepily from the sofa and armchairs they had claimed as their own for the evening. "I'm hopeless at this!" You giggled as you span yourself away from him towards the coffee table where your wine was sitting, you took a couple of gulps of the sweet wine and placed your glass back down as he took your wrist and span you back into his chest.

"Stand on my feet." He told you, you shot him an incredulous look but did it anyway and your giggling started up again as he danced the pair of you around the room. "Who'd have guessed, the heir of the Autumn Court had a soft spot for dancing." He laughed "Don't tell anyone!" You smiled at him. "I'll be our secret!" How long you'd danced on his feet for you weren't sure, you giggled again and closed your eyes as he pulled you down onto the sofa the dogs hadn't occupied with him, landing on his chest, when you opened them you realised how close your face was to his, your eyes shot from his to his lips, he watched you do it, a smirk formed on his lips, you watched it happen. "Are you going to kiss me, sweetness?" He teased. "I was thinking about it." You sassed back as you pulled yourself off of him and went to walk away. He sat up and grabbed your wrist. "Don't look at me like that and then walk away." He said as he pulled you back to him, so you were straddling his lap. You gasped, shocked, not expecting him to pull you back but it was cut off when his lips met yours gently. He pulled back slightly to search your face for any kind of regret, there was none, you kissed him again, harder this time.

"Sweetness, are you listening?" His voice pulled you out of your memories. He laughed at you. "I said we need to get ready for dinner." You groaned. "Do we have to go?" You asked, despite the war being over the alliance meetings still took place between all the Court's and as you looked at Eris your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him, stood like some kind of God, trousers undone, no shirt, he caught you looking and smirked. "See something you like?" You stood and walked over to him and placed a searing kiss on his mouth. "I'll get ready." You said as you walked away. "Tease!" He called behind you.

Looking in the mirror in front of you, you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. You'd done a fabulous job with your hair, curls cascading down your back and the front pieces pinned back and your makeup was flawless. Eris had gifted you the most beautiful gown of Autumn Court red you'd ever seen, nicer even than the ones Rhys' mother had made for Feyre. You slipped on your shoes and walked back into the bedroom and Eris froze. "You're a vision, sweetness." You couldn't help but blush and you smiled at him. "Thank you for the gown." He smiled back. "You are most welcome, come here?" You walked towards him as he turned to open one of the draws behind him to get something out, he turned back to you and opened the box he was holding. "My mother insisted you wore these with the gown." You gasped, sitting in the box he was holding was a beautiful jewelry set, complete with a circlet. The necklace, bracelets and earrings all consisted of gold and rubies and the circlet was made out of gold leaves. Stunning all of it.

He motioned for you to turn as he handed you the earrings to put in as he placed the necklace on for you. You slid on the bracelets as you turned back to him. "How do I look?" You asked. "Perfect." He responded as he took the circlet out of the box to place on your head. "Only princesses, queen's and my sister wear circlets, Eris." He smiled. "And you, sweetness, you outshine them all." He said as he placed the beautiful circlet on your head and took your hand as you left your borrowed chambers.

Anxiety started to curl in your stomach as you headed towards dinner, having to face your sisters without it being a meeting meant you'd have to converse with them, the bruises on Eris from the fight earlier still very visible on his face but the cuts had healed and he owned them like he was proud of them. You watched him as he walked with you towards dinner, watched your Eris slip away and was replaced with the cocky Lordling he played so well. "Are you ready?" He asked as you approached, you nodded at him.

Your sisters eyes were on you from the second you entered. "Eris, I hope you can behave at dinner?" Thesan questioned and Eris laughed. "I promised Y/N that I would so I will." Thesan smiled at you. "Y/N, you look lovely." You smiled at the High Lord of the Dawn Court. "Thank you." Dinner had gone relatively well, and true to his word, Eris was behaving, although he and Azriel had been seated as far apart as possible, you had been seated opposite Eris and in between Feyre and Nesta, something you were sure Rhys was responsible for, Elain was sat next to Azriel at the other end of the table. "When are you going to stop this nonsense and come home?" Nesta asked you, making no attempt to lower her voice, apparently your dirty laundry was going to get aired in front of everyone now they had finished eating and were drifting away from the table. Eris' eyes shot to you and you smiled to let him know you were fine when Feyre spoke up. "Let's talk on the balcony?" You nodded and followed her out as Nesta led the way and Elain joined the three of you.

You could've cut the tension with a knife. "How's Nyx?" You tried to break the ice by asking about your nephew but Nesta scoffed. "You'd know if you'd stuck around." You didn't react. "I had to leave, I was drowning in Velaris." She rolled her eyes. "You're a coward." Feyre stepped in then. "That's not fair, Nes and Nyx is good, thank you, he's getting so big, you'll have to come and see him soon." She beamed talking about her son and you were happy for her. "If she's even allowed out without him." Nesta spat. "I'm not a prisoner Nesta, I can come visit whenever I want." She rolled her eyes. "You've crawled into bed with an enemy, you betrayed your family and who knows what secrets you've been telling that asshole, he's not a good male Y/N." You could feel the anger burning through you. "Enemy? He's your ally! You don't know him, Nesta, or what it cost him when he joined you in the war or even what it cost him when he did what he did with Mor. Don't talk about him like that!" She scoffed again.

"He left Mor for dead! He asked to marry me after one dance! He's using you for information! You watch, as soon as you tell him all you know, he'll leave you!" Tears started burning in your eyes. "No he's not. He wouldn't." It came out weaker than you wanted it too. Nesta looked at you and barked out a laugh. "Oh my gods, you've fallen for it haven't you, you love him?" You didn't answer and Feyre placed a gentle hand on your arm. "Rhys is worried he's using you, we all are." You couldn't believe them. "Why do you all get to be happy? You and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian, whatever the hell Elain has going on with Azriel despite the fact she has a mate but you all take issue when I'm happy." Your tears had started to fall. "Is it because he's not from the Night Court?" They didn't answer. "Go back to the party, I'm done with this conversation. I am home. In Autumn." Nesta sneered as she walked away with Elain. "Traitor."

"Do you really love him?" Feyre asked quietly from next to you. "Yes." She nodded. "Have you told him?" You shook your head. "Please just come home, I can talk to Rhys about letting Eris visit and-" You cut her off. "I'm staying with him, Feyre, where he goes, I go." She nodded and walked away, you walked the length of the balcony before you found a corner hidden away from the party and you let yourself cry freely.

You heard Eris before you saw him, calling your name, he cut himself off when he spotted you, crouching down to meet your eyes. "Sweetness, what's wrong?" He asked, swiping your tears away with his thumb. "They said I'm a traitor, that you aren't a good male, that you asked for Nesta's hand and therefore Rhys is concerned you're just using me for information on the Night Court." He pulled you to your feet and turned on his heel to head back in, he was about to make a scene and you knew it and you rushed behind him. He was already in Rhys' face when you'd made it inside, flames dancing on his hands. "How dare you fill her head with rubbish about how I'm using her!" Eris roared. He pointed a flaming finger at Nesta. "How dare you call her a traitor and make her cry!" He looked at them all. "You all act like I stole her away, she had a choice, she's always had a choice! Are we forgetting you quite literally stole your High Lady from her wedding?" Rhys stiffened. "That was different! Feyre was screaming to be rescued down the mating bond!" Eris didn't miss a beat. "So was Y/N!" Silence filled the room, you could've heard a pin drop. Your mouth fell open into a shocked 'O' as your sisters eyes shot to you.

Mate, mate mate. You were his mate. He was your mate. Suddenly it all made sense, the pull you felt towards him from the start, everything. You looked up at him but his eyes were still locked onto Rhys. Azriel grasped your arm in an attempt to get you out of the room. "Get your hands off of my mate, Shadowsinger, it's bad enough you're all over my brother's, you will not touch mine." Eris spat at Az without even turning around to look at him, Azriel let your arm go as the two of you watched the flames dance up from Eris' hands to now cover his forearms as well. You stepped forward, towards him, towards your mate and you felt it then, in your chest, the bond. "Eris" you said quietly as you reached forward to take his hand. "Don't!" Rhys warned you with a shout but you'd already taken hold of it, the flames extinguishing immediately at your touch. "Eris, let's go, please?" He looked down at you and met your sad eyes with his own angry ones. "Take me home?" You asked, he leveled everyone with a glare as he pulled you into his chest and winnowed you to the cabin.

As soon as you were home he started to pace, anger still simmering in his blood. You could feel it through the bond. The dogs gathered around your feet as the thirteen of you watched him, muttering to himself as he went. You sent a feeling of adoration down the bond and he froze in place when he felt it and you walked to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his automatically wrapping around your waist, you kissed him, once, twice, three times and said "Thank you for defending me…mate." He groaned or maybe he growled you weren't sure. "Say it again, I liked it." You smirked. "You're my mate Eris Vanserra, mine."

#eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury

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re: the jaime/jason thing

Paco would love Jason so much either that or he'd absolutely hate him and be suspicious from the beginning. either one. Brenda, i think, would like Jason well enough, but I think she'd get along better with Jason's siblings than Jason himself (im thinking Duke, Tim, or Cass). Traci, Jaime's ex, would want Jaime to be happy, even if thats not with her.

Bianca Reyes would adore Jason, and would try at every opportunity to feed him "proper" food. No shade to Alfred, but he's a rich person butler, not quite in tune with the normal folks. When Jason visits, he'll try to help out in the kitchen, and learn her recipes with her, but she'll try (to no avail) to kick him out because he is a guest. He'll end up helping out anyway, but Jaime will just sit at the counter and watch, a stupid smile on his face, which is good because it means Jaime won't mess anything up (unless asked to help with something) but also shows Bianca how much he really does love Jason.

Alberto Reyes would be a little more wary of Jason, since there are mob problems in El Paso that are decently prevalent in Jaime's original solo run and Alberto got caught in the middle of them, which led to his leg injury that causes him to need a cane. However, Jason is good at working on cars, and Alberto owns an auto shop, and the more Jason is around and wants to help out in the shop, the more invested Jaime gets in helping his father out with the business. And anyone who is that good at working on a car and makes his son happy is alright in Alberto's book. It helps that should Jaime get into any trouble, Jason (and the rest of the Red Hood gang) would be there to help.

Milagro likes Jason. He's like the big brother she never had.... Milagro also canonically likes Guy Gardner so i think that bodes well for her vibing with Jason. Jason also totally bribed her into liking him faster with some homemade cookies and a cool knife that she's not supposed to let her parents or Jaime see.

(sorry this was a really long ask! i just know ive seen stuff about jaime interacting with the wayne family but not jason interacting with jaimes family, who i love very much)

PLS! I'm familiar with Jaime's family from the trailer alone, but the ' they don't get out much' tells me everything I need to know.

Jason watches these people be so tight knit and open and playful and he's like WHATS THE FUCKING PROTOCOL?

The Waynes are clawing and fighting their way towards something just like this, of course, but they've never wanted something softly.

Honestly, I love that Jaime's dad (i think) called Batman a fascist? Which just makes me smile, because Brenda DEMANDS Jason brings his family over for a house warming dinner (Jason might have bought them a house...Maybe)

Imagine Jason squeezing Jaime's hand to keep from laughing as Alberto goes on a SCATHING RANT abt batman, arm around Bruce's shoulder as they're having drinks (Tequila for him and apple juice for Bruce)

Also, I love to imagine Paco saw 6'5 Jason standing next to his very much not 6'5 best friend, and the first thing he did was send jaime the hamster eating a banana meme

#dc #dc comics #jason todd #jaime reyes #redbeetle #jayrey #jaime x jason #jason x jaime #blue beetle #red hood #text

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yandere-fics · 6 months

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Josephine Anderson

♡ "Aww I'm really sorry about the blood, dolly, I just... I need to see you, can you come here please?" ♡

She's a silent delusional yandere, you won't hear a word out of her mouth as you hang out for months until one day she tries to kiss you and you realize she thinks you two are dating. It's so frustrating cause you've been together for months but haven't expressed any affection to her. She's fully aware you must be shy, but it's really hurting her. Not to worry, she'll make the first move, she just doesn't understand why you shoved her away. She doesn't enjoy this hard to get act. She should have a perfect life with her darling, one where she eliminates all the obstacles and you lavish her in affection for being such a good protector. She sees her love as the best form of love and so when she says she loves you then you should obviously know that means you shouldn't talk to anyone she disapproves of. She also won't tell you if you've crossed a boundary though since she thinks you should obviously know why she's killing that person.

♡ "It's Josephine but please don't call me that. I hate it when people call me that, I'd rather you call you Sophie or Soph instead." ♡

The Anderson family is a very prominent religious family within the region although they never come to the seaside anymore after discovering their eldest daughter decided to move to a small coastal town. Sophie faked her death when she was 17 to live with Skylar once she found out where her parents were sending the payments. She doesn't go by the Anderson name though she won't outright deny it being her last name if you ask but she really would prefer you never mention anything to do with her last name. It was a very gruesome fake death scene. No one outside of her sisters is aware that Sophie is alive.

♡ "21, I don't fully understand the point of these questions, dolly. If you want to know more you should ask Skylar, I'm sure she'd be glad to see her future sister-in-law." ♡

Sophie doesn't actually remember alot of their childhood, Skylar was the one who kept track of these things so if you really want to know anything about her then the best person to ask is the one who practically raised Sophie. Though be warned, Sophie might take this as accepting her proposal and thus she'll start to toss money at you to plan the wedding.

♡ "Stupid question, I'm only interested in you so get whatever weird idea you had out of your head." ♡

She's a lesbian, run of the mill for this blog though.

♡ "It's not something you should worry your head about, all I'll say is I'm good at my job and I make enough for us to be secure." ♡

She's not a permanent member of the syndicate but she occasionally picks up odd jobs that the official members don't wish to take on. She makes good money from it though it's dangerous work. She'd never allow it to be traced back to her though and the members already know better than to mess with her or her family since she's mostly tasked with killing traitors to the organization.

♡ "I like knives." ♡

She didn't feel the need to specify that she likes you since you should be smart enough to know that anyways. She likes her family and she likes knives, a simple gal, what can I say? She has a decent collection of them. She also really enjoys the idea of being domestic although like the other sisters, her idea of a perfect family with her darling is not normal. She really loves the idea of you waiting at home for her, possibly hanging out with her sisters, and greeting her with joy when she gets home from killing.

♡ "..." ♡

She is refraining from saying what she hates as she doesn't want to scare you, she may be delusional but she also realizes that at times she can be scary to people who aren't Skye. She hates a lot of things, she hates her parents, she hates dirt, she hates when you leave the house without inviting her to come with, she hates people who try to lie and tell you that her love for you is crazy, really there's just too much that she dislikes.

♡ "I'm good at organizing things. You also know, I'm very good at taking care of you, dolly." ♡

Her knife collection is meticulously organized despite her not being able to keep many other things clean, she's not dirty but she gets blood everywhere but if you opened her knives then you would assume that they had never been used based on how spotless they are. I suppose being that delusional is a bit of a skill too though.

♡ "Hmm? Oh no, you're not going back to your 'home' tonight. It's much safer for me to just keep you here. Would you like that doll? Would you like it if I just kept you safeguarded here? There's no need to deny it, I know you would, heh." ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #my oc sophie

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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A very Sanuso Christmas #8

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"Christmas shopping"

-> Transfem!Sanji / Pining Sanuso

The crew goes to a winter island that's completely Christmas-themed and they decide to stay to celebrate their first Holidays together, now that they finally can do it peacefully. Sanji and Usopp decide to go do some Christmas shopping together, always enjoying their time with each other. They're not dating, but damn they wish they were. Usopp thinks it's a great opportunity to confess to Sanji! He's been waiting for a long time to tell her about his feelings, but he's never brave enough to actually do so... Christmas is so romantic, though! Perhaps this time it'll work out.

They spend the whole day together until nighttime, enjoying the cold breeze and walking through the village's stores together. Sanji holds his hand a lot of times, and perhaps it's not in a conscious way, but it makes Usopp go stupid. She drags him around and talks about all the new recipes she has for Christmas, while Usopp also makes her go with him to toy stores that he finds.

Usopp even gives her his jacket, because she won't stop complaining about the cold and he wants to be a gentleman, even if he ends up freezing too. Sanji holds his hand again, this time for good, staring at him in the eyes. They witness their first Christmas snow together. They watch the Christmas lights, enjoying each other's warmth. And Usopp is dying to kiss her... But he can't. She just looks so happy he doesn't want to ruin it if she doesn't like it. She's dying to kiss him too, but she's equally stupid.

Sanji says something about a dress. A very expensive dress she would love to wear at the party they have planned. But she can't afford it, sadly, especially after exceeding the budget Nami gave him to buy ingredients.

When they go back to the ship, Usopp quickly sneaks out without saying anything to anyone (if Zoro sees, he doesn't say anything either).

And if that dress ends up under their tree (it's one of Nami's, btw) with Sanji's name written over the bag and no sign of who gifted it to her, nobody says anything. Even if they all know what's going on. Sanji calls it a Christmas miracle, even if she knows it's much, much more.

And if Sanji kisses Usopp's cheek while they're partying, in a corner where nobody else can see... She'll just say it's her gift.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This is basically just me posting different Sanuso headcanons every day during all of December because I thought it would be something sweet to make for them!!! If you have any cute Christmas (or just Winter related too! New Year! Whatever you think could fit) Sanuso headcanons just send them to me and I will make a post like this about them (tagging you ofc, unless you want to be anon!).

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#THEY'RE SO IMPORTANT TO ME #idk i thought this was sweet #i did this on time (who would've thought)#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transfem sanji #a very sanuso christmas

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ask-thedepressedkidatthetable · 8 months

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FACTS ABOUT YOUR MUSE !!

A short collection of basic info of your muse to present them on your blog. REPOST, don't REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: @heartxshaped-bruises TAGGING: @fourcriminals @fangsandmagic @seolinah @tyliocellier @eeliabwrites @godstrayed and anyone else who wants to!

▬ι══════ﺤ Sylwia Wrona

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

I suppose the main one I've encountered is that Sylwia is a "bitch" rather than a shrewd muse of extremes. Something along the lines of expecting a similar reaction to other muns / muses to a given situation and being surprised when Sylwia is unsympathetic to more of the same. Online, all the same trends cycle over time, and society is steadily getting worse . . . She'll feel differently when she sees something different.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

I try to strike a balance in my writing, but keep in mind when your muses are interacting with Sylwia that she had a STRONG addiction to her phone. It's the one habit she absolutely cannot kick, so unless your muse has dragged Sylwia outside and just so happens to be holding onto her phone, the likelihood that she's looking at a screen while talking to you is high! And I promise she's paying attention, and she is engaged! Mostly. She's just . . . also scrolling. And doing upkeep on her forums. And looking up random shit. She'll show you a meme every now and then!

A USELESS HEADCANON

With some possible exceptions in the animated world, Sylwia absolutely despises sitcoms. Humanity it bad enough, must the downtime entertainment be filled with all of its worst aspects? Cruelty, stupidity, empty romantic plots and just most of the characters being annoying! At least with cartoons they don't look real. Even there, small doses is a key phrase.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Depression, suicide, dissociation, self harm, social anxiety, insecurity, manipulation / possessiveness, death, and some neglect growing up. I would also note that while she can be attracted to anyone, her circumstances growing up were rather conservative so she is rather cautious on that front.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

God, I love writing Sylwia when she's in love. She's so sweet and sentimental and vulnerable in ways she would never credit herself with. I think she'll always blame herself for Dominik, and she'll probably always think that the world wasn't made for love, but that doesn't mean she doesn't hold so much of it in her heart. It's truly a pleasure.

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

She's going to tell your muse to leave, time and time again. It's nothing personal most of the time, she just gets overwhelmed with social interaction and deals with it the only way she knows how.

▬ι══════ﺤ Absinthe Moon

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

Absinthe can fall in love so to speak. This one surprised me as well. That being said, any such relationships will rely on distance, mutual toxicity, and sex. Marriage and that whole apple pie thing is completely out of the cards, because as soon as it gets serious, Absinthe goes on guard- and the second there's a fight and things get emotional Absinthe will cut your muse out and there will be no return. Haven't found a work-around for that. Absinthe cuts out from all threads and it's . . . something. And for all of Absinthe's academic / professional pursuits, they actually have quite a bit of downtime in their life. Naps, staring at walls, whatever 'nothing' catches their fancy. Humans aren't meant to run at 110% all the time, and moreover, they don't want to.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

While Absinthe is a very violent person personally, with no desire to change that, they are very receptive to pacifism. There's a catch though- Because Absinthe's read it all, Ghandi, King, the Quakers and the Shakers- and if you aren't doing pacifism properly, if you're just using it as an excuse to act like an asshole without getting consequences, then there will be hell to pay. If pacifism is truly your thing though, and you are trying your kindest and hardest in the world, more power to you! (No one will hurt you, not for the short time they're around. It's not their path, but why not chase utopia?)

A USELESS HEADCANON

Probably useless in the sense that I haven't gotten much of a chance to explore this side to them, but the vast amount of time an resources they've put into soaps, beauty products, and sewing! Work is a practical matter and unfortunately, can end out with a very masculine presentation, but I imagine in their daily life they put a huge amount of effort into androgyny. In being very visibly nonbinary and queer! It's a huge part of who they are.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Violence, murder, weapons, crimes, drugs and so on.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

I absolutely adore writing their intellectual side. They're extremely intellectual, experienced, and in this stage of their life, the narrative demands success. It's fun to pit against others and a huge learning curve personally depending on where the thread is going!

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

Absinthe is one of my favorites around here, but the build-up and appeal takes a long time to come through. They're a rather guarded character who operates under a general code of, 'Don't talk to anyone' to avoid trouble. So even if their character doesn't appeal to you in the moment, please, stick around. Wait for the day when it all clicks! because that's been my experience before and I happen to think it's worth the wait!

#character inspiration | abinsthe moon #tagging game #character inspiration | sylwia #[...hopefully some of these reasonings make sense xp]#[queue]

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bayisdying · 1 year

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LUCKY PENNY - CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

A/N: I don't love this chapter but you guys have waited long enough. Let me know what you think.

Tagging the babes: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @cycbaby @callmemana @callsignscupcake @kloofspeaks @notyoursbutlewis @milesdickpic @askmarinaandothers @breadsquash

Lucky owed him - big time.

Not only did she call him of all people, she had given him a monumental task that he couldn't tell anyone else about. Oh she owed him about fifty beers when she got back from this stupid mission.

Especially since he was lying to all his friends, their friends, their friends who included his girlfriend and her husband.

Lying to both Alana and Mickey was hard, because they both knew something was up with him.

"Hey Jake, we are getting out of here early and heading to the beach for some dogfight football, you in?" Javy asked from the doorway.

"Nah, I need to finish some reports."

"Who are you and what you done with the Hangman? Hangman doesn't stay late to do reports." Javy laughs.

"Well you know, I can usually get Lucky to write them for me since we are teaching together but Cyclone decided to send her away."

"You do remember that she was going to be out for her honeymoon right?"

"Shut up Javy, get out of here." Jake tosses a pencil at his friend who walks away laughing.

Jake pulled back up the files he had minimized when he heard footsteps. Lucky had been adament that nobody knew what they were doing, mainly because she knew what the others would do if they knew.

He read report after report, flagging things he found that matched what she had told him. After an hour of being headfirst in these damn reports, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Lucky, what did you get me into?" He asks outloud to nobody but the air.

He compiled all of his findings into a list that was growing by the day. Scrolling through everything made him angrier. If anything happened to Lucky while she was over there? They might think Garcia would be their worst nightmare, but Jake planned on being the dark horse.

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While Jake was busy doing his top secret mission and everyone else was down at the beach, Fanboy and Cin were at the Hard Deck with Spicy.

"Jake is up to something." Cin says, the other two nodding.

"He's been paying for all the rounds lately, and usually he puts his beers on other open tabs."

"Hey wait, he does that?"

"That's not important, he's hiding something from us and it's bothering me."

"You don't ever put his drinks on my tab, right Spicy?

"Mickey! Pay attention."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. So what do you think he's up to Cin?"

"I don't know, but he's been staying late in his office and claiming he's doing reports. I know he isn't the best report writer but it has never been like this before. Plus his reports are the same length they usually are, when Lucky isn't doing it for him."

"He's been really on edge at work too, like totally opposite of the cocky asshole we all know and love." Fanboy added.

"We will figure it out." Spicy said, placing a hand over Cin's, "have either of you heard from Lucky?"

"Nope."

"No."

Spicy slides another beer to Fanboy.

"She'll be home soon and she'll help us with Jake. Lord knows she would have already burst down his door and asked by now."

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"Whay do you mean it's being pushed back again?"

Dragon flinched a little when she heard the bite in her husband's voice. She knew what he was talking about.

"Just run the damn mission Hermes. I'm running out of patience." Ice slams the phone down and puts his head in his hands.

"How much longer?"

"Hermes says it could be another two weeks, he's doing this to toy with her I know it." He mumbles.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What Rach?"

"You're THE Iceman, you can make the call to pull the mission."

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Two nights later, Jake is staying late yet again, waiting for the call from Lucky. She had texted him that the mission was pushed back again and he had seen red. So he had spent even more time in these reports, trying to find anything that could help.

As he waited he opened another report and began to read. All of a sudden he sat up a bit straighter.

"Baylie "Lucky" Steele."

Why was her name on this report? He read further and further until his phone rang.

"Jake."

"Lucky why didn't you tell me what he did to you?"

"You found that report?"

"Damn straight I did."

"Jake it was a long time ago."

"Still, he hurt you and now he's using this power he has over you to do it all over again. What if he purposely hurts you during this mission? Think about what that would do to us. To Mickey. To Ice. To Spicy and Cin."

Silence on the other end.

"That's why I have to do this Jake. I have to run this mission, then I am coming home and bringing everything to Ice. I have to prove to myself and to him that I can do this. Then I can finally put everything in the past."

"Lucky." He sighs, "you damn stubborn woman. I have more than enough information here to bury them all. You don't have to fly this mission, you can just come home."

"You know damn well I can't just come home."

"You could, but you're too stubborn to know when to give up. Please just come home safe. I don't like funerals."

They hung up, Jake sighs heavily. He sees a text from Cin. He responds that he's on the way home, skimming the report once again. A rage growing in him.

"Come on Lucky, come back home."

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Ice knew Lucky was going to hate him, but he made the call. Nobody would be going on the mission. Too bad his surrogate daughter is a stubborn bitch, and Hermes didn't quite like being told what to do. A deadly combination.

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#top gun #top gun maverick #baylie lucky steele #mickey fanboy garcia #lucky x fanboy #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #callsign lucky #fanboy x lucky #lucky penny #alana cinco metcalf #grace spicy bradshaw #rachael dragon kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #javy coyote machado

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maximotts · 1 year

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🧠🏡😋❤️‍🩹 with wanda, doll, and nat PLS AND THANK 😌

DOLL TIME!! I miss that noodlehead

🧠- MBTI/Enneagram headcanon

Wanda is an ISFJ through and through, protective, loyal, and loving to a fault. The fault being she'd quite literally kill anyone who tried bothering her precious Doll, kidnapped, brainwashed, and created a hex around them to keep her safe and protected. It's fine, she's fine

Choosing for Natasha was hard, but I ended up going with ISTJ. She's heavily analytical and rigid in her schedules. If she needs to leave, she'll leave, and obviously she's the only person besides Wanda allowed in and out of the hex. She's also blunt, too much sometimes, but she always tells Wanda what she needs to hear, not what she wants to.

And Doll is... head empty.. hers is ILWW: In Love With Wanda

🏡- Domestic headcanon

So Wanda spent a lot of time getting Doll used to a set schedule and for as long as Doll could remember, all they knew was the house with only Wanda. One day, Doll can't remember when exactly, Natasha started showing up and it was scary at first, but eventually with coaxing from Wanda, Doll came around.

However, no amount of reassurance could've prepared Doll for a night where Wanda explains she has to leave for a few hours and is putting Nat in charge while she's gone. Doll didn't dislike Nat, not at all, but she loved Wanda, couldn't handle the thought of going to bed without her mommy there to tuck her in. And an unhappy Doll led to a frustrated Natasha.

So she made it a challenge, "You want to stay up and let your mommy come back and see what a difficult girl you're being? Do you think that'd make her happy?" Sleepy and upset as she was, Doll knew if Wanda witnessed her tantrum, she'd be locked away for a full day at the very least... It was enough to settle her and get her into bed, for which Natasha was grateful because she'd also be in for it if Wanda came home to see her prized possession in such a state.

The compromise was Natasha telling Doll stories about Wanda, fantastical stories about when she stopped buildings from falling and hurled cars at the bad guys to keep them out of the way. Doll thinks Nat's stories are silly; her mommy would never throw a car! But they made her laugh until she was sleepy and when she finally, finally closed her eyes, Natasha could breathe again.

Wanda returned home in the early hours of the morning, tired and expecting chaos. To her surprise, she found her Doll sound asleep... and an exhausted Nat snoring along the foot of the bed.

😋- Funny/stupid headcanon

Natasha likes to whisper Bad Things to Doll, convince her what a fun game it'll be to walk up to Wanda and say them and poor Doll, always eager to play with Nat, agrees every time. Some of Natasha's favorite reactions include Wanda's face when Doll tugged on the edge of her sweater, catching her attention just to relay the message "Natty says she wants to show you her new toy after I go to bed... Do you need to be fucked to sleep, mommy? Is that why your bedtime is later? Natty says so!"

The resulting glare was lethal, yes, but Wanda's blush told Natasha a completely different story.

❤️‍🩹- Angsty headcanon

You just had to make me do angst, huh?

Wanda worries about Doll, not only in the day to day, but what lasting harm she might be causing. These days, she stays pretty firm in her decisions; it's too late to change, but sometimes in fleeting moments, Wanda thinks about the gravity of what she's done.

When she scans Doll's brain now, all she can see is what she put there, no trace of the gentle-hearted shop girl she first met. Some things still linger, like the sweet tooth the size of her head or the genuine admiration she had for Wanda even before they'd crossed paths... As weeks and months go by, Doll's thoughts require less and less control until everything naturally is just this house and the false Westview surrounding it.

Doll would still exist without the hex's protection, but Wanda has no idea what the real world would do to her- if she could actually cope with what reality was or if she'd simply crack and shatter to cope with such a drastic shift.

Natasha worries too, warned Wanda early on that all of this was wrong, how unpredictable the effects would be, that no matter what Wanda told herself, keeping this hex up was killing her. But if Wanda has to add Doll to her list of losses, she's as good as dead anyway.

#a lot more long headcanons haha #I'll do the rest tomorrow #doll house au #innocentdxll #headcanon games

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charmixpower · 2 years

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I take back literally every I said about Bloom and Stella not going in favor of Musa and Flora. All of them should of gone actually this fucking amazing and I love it. I'm going to draw my own fanart versions where I try to make each of their personal demons more fitting and they're all going up today!!!

If you have any ideas of what each girl should of seen and heard as their personal demon, I would love to hear them bc this sequence gives me zoomies. I'm obessed and I wanna hear more

But for the ones we see on screen—

This one is the worse in my opinion

Not only is it based around a stupid fucking sub plot, that was beyond contrived, but it implies that the thing that hurts Bloom's self confidence the most is Diaspro....at this exact moment

Your telling me that it's not even the fact that she was unable to save Sky? Or protect him? But specifically Diaspro?? And how "if he loved you, he'd remember"? That's the one thing that weighs deepest on Bloom's soul?

It's also kinda of dumb too? "Maybe there's something he doesn't want to remember" from Krystal was stupid to begin with. Bloom has a tendancy to blame things on herself, but it's actually fucking ridiculous for her to think that it's her he wants to forget. He's been dating you for 4 seasons? She'd more likely be having a reaction simulatilar to the og Diaspro situation where she immediately assumed it was something else! Like, idk: his multiple near deaths, being mind controlled into a relationship and nearly getting married in that state, his dad working with the ancestral witches, ect ect. It's just weird to me? She's so defeatist here

That's more of a side point, my main issue is that I don't wanna see Bloom deal with the most recent thing that happened to her that's affecting her confidence. I want her to deal with a festering wound, something that's been weighing on her for a few seasons!

Like obviously there are MUCH better people for Bloom to see as her demon, but if you desperately wanna keep Diaspro: have Diaspro say that Bloom would make a terrible queen and she's going to lead Domino back into ruin because she's completely unprepared for the responsibility bc Bloom isn't mature enough and Bloom bites back that she's still young and has time to learn, have Diaspro say that Bloom will never be accepted into the Eraylon Royal family and that she'll never be accepted by Eraylon's people, have Diaspro say that Bloom's newfound fame is going to ruin her because Bloom is ungraceful and a weird girl and is eventually going to be eaten alive by the media

Literally, have her say anything! Fucking anything else! I don't wanna hear about Sky form Diaspro. I do not care

Also literally anyone else would be a better representation of what makes Bloom feel inadequate

Tecna could be there calling Bloom a horrible leader, Stella could be there saying that she regrets ever bringing Bloom to Alfea and that Bloom isn't with the effort

By the way, the obviously correct choice for what makes Bloom feel the least confident in herself is literally anyone from Domino. There's the best choice, that's even more obvious, but the fact that the writers couldn't even get close to correct makes me wanna rip my hair out

Daphne, you idiots, it should of been Daphne

The one that's narratively, and execution wise, the best is

This hurt like a lot, like a lot a lot, and I adore it

There is one thing I dislike tho. Aisha didn't break the spell because she was firm in the idea that she did her best, and she'd never let Nabu die. It's because she realized that this Nabu was fake

I wanna see Aisha assert herself confidently :((( that's the point of a self confidence test right?

(Also it confirms the horrible retcon that Nabu is dead and fuck that)

Aside from that??? I fucking love this

Aisha gets a real, powerful demon to deal with and it's on such a distressing topic????? And SHE BREAKS DOWN???

So excellent. I love this, it's so emotional and powerful, and even tho I don't like the way she broke free, watching her break free was fucking badass and I love Aisha I love her sm

This one is the shortest because I have no complaints except "I wanna see Aisha assert herself with confidence for the self confidence test" that's all. And I have nothing to grab and run with off a cliff because it's actually pretty well handed, so the only thing I'd add to or change is "put Nabu back into a coma, like you said he was in s4, and make him not dead." And what I've already mentioned

Good scene, I was having the time of my fucking life during it. I was so invested in Aisha's personal stuggles!!

But the one that gives me the most brain worms and makes me wanna rave for an hour straight is

First I would like to say that the way this scene goes down is even stupider than Bloom's because it's a about Stella's..."brand new" desire to be a fashion designer. Once again, shallow and dumb

I know it's bad, don't worry, I was so annoyed at this scene for being a waste...and that leads into why it's the one that I most wanna excitedly ramble about. What I like isn't the scene itself, but the potential of the scene

Just think about the implications of this!

Bloom (taking the story at face value, without acknowledging how dumb it is) got some she hates, someone she knows will kick her her down, someone she's genuinely afraid will ruin her life (even tho it's stupid). Aisha got someone she feels she failed, someone she misses with her whole heart, someone that carries feelings of grief for her

If this is supposed to be a test of self-confidence, they'd obviously see something that inspires self-loathing

Now, what does it say that the thing that inspires the most self-loathing in Stella, is Stella herself

I'm incredibly annoyed they wasted what could of been amazing moment by focusing it on her desire to be a fashion designer. I would of loved to see Stella looking at all the worst parts of herself, still disliking them, but deciding to love herself and trust herself anyways

Like the thing that strips away all her confidence is herself! Think of the drama! Think of the emotions we could of had! Hell I wouldn't even want Stella to realize it's an illusion, but to offer the other version of herself a hug, and that breaking the spell instead

I mean it's stated in s3 that she thinks the only reason people like her is because she's pretty. Which is in turn implied the reason she's so obsessed with her looks. Stella is thoroughly said to have a self-loathing problem she covers up with mountains of fake self-confidence in season 3, and she has a whole little arc about learning that people actually like her and don't just value her for her looks

This could of been the perfect moment to show how she's progressed with her self-loathing tendencies since this arc! It would of been amazing to show how Stella's grown and has begun practicing self love after she learned that her worst fears are flase

Under the curtain she still struggles with self-loathing, but she does believe in herself. This is a test for a feeling of trust in one's abilities, qualities, and judgment. Stella looking at herself and despite her self loathing, and being hyper-aware of all her faults, her still being able to show that she trusts in herself more than her other version of her thinks she should would be a fucking moment!!!

Like pre s3 arc Stella wouldn't be able to past the test, but she's been genuinely putting focus on loving and caring about herself and now she's more confident so she can pass the test

Like??? Would that not be awesome?? Bdjsjs idk if I'm going on about nothing, but like listen. It would be so amazing

To show that they have self-confidence the Winx battle their inner demons demons, and Stella's is herself!!! Can you understand why I am squeeing about the potential of this scene??

This moment is completely and utterly wasted on a dumb plot line that agressively retcons a huge amount of og Stella (who was already working on becoming a fashion designer, seriously why did they make this a new thing??), but the fact that Stella saw herself and the sheer potential of this moment is living in my head rent free

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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OC’s with a reader who gets insecure/jealous a lot? Like they’re scared that Yandere will leave them for someone else, open their relationship, cheat on them, ect.

Alright, I think I’m done, for now

-🦇

Warnings: mentions of killing, Jerry being nsfw as usual lol

[I'm really testing my limits with Jerry's part, I've never written something like that before, but I'd like to be able to write all kinds of stuff and to make Jerry's character realistic i need to go out of my comfort zone! Please bare with me lol]

Silas:

To be honest, this man would he completely dumbfounded. Why would he ever want someone else when he knows he has you waiting at home for him? He barely has time to meet you, so when would he have time to hook up with others? He would think that your worries are a bit silly, but he wouldn't be too mocking about it.

"My God, baby, aren't your sweet, little head getting a little full with all of those stupid thoughts? I only want you. I'd never dream of looking at someone else. Just knowing that you're here waiting for me every night is all I ever need. Come into my arms now, I’ll show you that you're the only one i want."

Dr Kry:

You wouldn't have told him at first. Your relationship is purely professional, he's your doctor and you're his patient. You're not allowed to feel jealous. But you can't help it! Dr Kry is not a stupid man, he picks up on this quite quickly and asks you about it. When he hears how you don't like him being so close to his colleagues, he'd fight the urge to smirk so widely. He'd tilt his head and cross his arms.

"My little Y/N … haven't you understood yet? Who do you think I want? Who do you think I spend the majority of my time with, hm? Who I look forward to meeting everyday? Who I dream about when I'm asleep? Who's my favorite patient, Y/N?"

King Edmund:

You don't understand why you're afraid of him having lovers. You don't like him! You've told yourself that! But still, it stings in your heart when you see him greeting people by kissing their cheeks. One night, you can't take it anymore and tell him your fears. Edmund doesn't care about much, but you're something he really values and hearing about this breaks his greedy, little heart.

"My dear, dear Y/N. Don't tell me you've been feeling like this for a long time! Don't tell me you don't understand how much I want you. I killed for you, Y/N! I got rid of everyone that I've ever fancied to make sure you understood. You have no reason to be scared that I'd keep any people behind your back."

Jerry:

She can read you like an open book. She knows how insecure you are and how much you want her approval, attention and love. Jerry might not be the best one to show her loyalty to you, but she trusts you to understand that she'd always choose you. She tries finding other ways than affirming words and affection to reassure you that you're her one and only. Sadly, that's one part about you she can't read, she doesnt understand just how worried you are. You tell her how you don't like it when she goes out to her clubs because you’re so scared that she'll go home with someone.

"Aw, are you jealous? How cute. Haven't I fucked you enough times to know how much you mean to me? Don't I put you first in the bedroom? I don't show that kind of attention to just anyone. I fucking love you, baby! More than anything! Don't you believe me? Really? Guess I have to prove it to you again, my love. I'll stay home. This time, I'll make sure you understand ..."

Hedwig:

She secretly loves you being jealous and insecure. It reassures her that you still want her. She will go out of her way to hug her friends a bit longer than usual and smile to other classmates a bit wider just to feel you hug her arm tighter. You lean your chin on her shoulder with a small whine. She smiles, pretending not to know a single thing.

"What's wrong? Aren't you feeling well? Why the pout, darling? Come here, give me a hug, that's right ~"

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere mafia #yandere oc x reader #female yandere #clingy yandere #possessive yandere #obsessive yandere #manipulative yandere #jealous yandere #🦇 anon

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