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nulfaga · 1 year

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5, 6, 9 & 10 for Saraqael if you would like :o) i am so curious about her

5. Do they kill Paarthurnax? Why?

i haven't given it too much thought...honestly my brain kind of just slides off the big worldchanging decisions and comes to rest at "what's their favorite soup" lol...but i don't think she does. part of that is because the request comes from the blades, who are an old arm of the empire, and sara is disposed to ignore whatever they say <3 the other part is pretty simply that paarthurnax is an excellent speaker. sara doesn't really have too many high-minded ideals so her evaluation of people usually has nothing to do with what they ~represent~ and more with "do i like them. are they a person of culture and sophistication y/n." giving true neutral

6. How do they feel about Delphine and the Greybeards?

as before, sara distrusts delphine because she smells the empire on her. she finds the greybeards a little grating, too: she doesn't understand how anyone could voluntarily remove themselves from the world and sit around meditating all day. but scholars will be scholars she guesses

9. How do they feel about their position as Dragonborn? Do they embrace the role? Does it terrify them? Do they take advantage of it?

she's pretty wedded to being (and remaining) an average like. mortal. human. woman. after the fight with alduin, she has a very strange spiritual episode that leaves her kind of unmoored from nirn—and she goes back to high hrothgar, mute and adrift, and spends several weeks with the greybeards coming back to herself. (at which point she has to concede the value of removing oneself from the world and sitting around meditating all day).

afterward, though, she keeps a healthy distance from high hrothgar and tries to put All That Business out of mind as far as possible. it helps that people in whiterun knew her before all of the dragonborn talk started up and don't (for the most part) treat her any differently. (this also makes her a little reluctant to visit other holds.) if she leverages her role as dragonborn it's only to impress kids and to get better prices at market stalls. you're really going to short me on this artisan dagger? me, the dragonborn?

10. Who do they marry? How did they meet?

vilkas! i don't have the timeline 100% laid out but i want sara to spend a good few months in whiterun before the main quest ever kicks off. or maybe the helgen quest happens and then, mysteriously, nothing else goes wrong for a while. maybe it's like, six months between the bleak falls barrow quest and the dragon sighting in whiterun idk

point being, sara shows up to whiterun and falls in with the companions, where she meets vilkas (the only person who will converse with her in terrible scriptural cyrodilic! whatevs we've been over this). they become like bitchy best friends, but over the course of the main quest sara is risking her neck over and over again and vilkas is either there with her or pacing jorrvaskr while tearing his hair out and eventually he has to admit that he does in fact care abt her. when i first played skyrim in 2015 i was dead set that they were gonna finally kiss just before sara flies up to skuldafn and honestly...i stand by that. sara gets beamed back to the throat of the world out of sovngarde and sends word to whiterun that she's not dead. cue vilkas tramping up the 7000 steps in the snow by himself, fighting off that one frost troll etc etc. but as for marriage they don't get properly married until like 207, tho sara adopts sofie and lucia well before then (and later, once they are married, alesan)

#her adopting sofie is a point of contention because she does it pretty early on like before she and vilk are really serious #and he can't grasp that the decision had nothing to do with him and he's not suddenly staring down the Good Father Gauntlet #in his defense it was a profoundly weird move by skyrim standards. she's used to this communal system of child rearing #and thinks nothing of bringing a child into her circle to benefit from the experience & resources of her friends #but to vilkas it's like. the earth shook #anyways they work past it but alack for this poor man's blood pressure #saraqael

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flecks-of-stardust · 2 years

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i am always someone’s daughter. fated to be my mother’s daughter, but also my own. i caress all the past iterations of me, hands ever more soft with this learned gentleness, and i am held in turn by those to come.

i am someone’s daughter, and i have never been a woman, never will be a woman. even if my hair flows like the rivers of yore, even if i twirl in the flowing garb of my ancestors, i am not a woman.

i am someone’s daughter, in the way that people call mother nature ‘mother’ with the reverence that dims their words to a whisper. i am the universe’s daughter in the way that hurricanes are gifted feminine names of Katherine, Ada, and Grace. i am of this world, born unto it, and i am its daughter as much as the flowers that bloom are too.

i am my mother’s daughter, and i am not her child. her daughter is a mirage; i am everything she could never have imagined. she raised me in the shadows of womanhood; instead, i shall dance in the moonlight of my femininity.

when i pray, it is not at an altar. i press my forehead to the earth, and whisper for the universe.

#little natterings #idk gender is weird and complicated #daughter is a gender neutral term. it’s not. but it is. does that make any fucking sense #the older i get the more i find myself drawn back to femininity #which is funny considering how convinced i was that i wanted to be more masculine #in a sense i do. i want to be bolder. i want to be able to fight for what i care about.#i want to be a better man than my father could ever be #but also… i don’t want to be a man. i am not a man.#and i’m not a woman #and ‘nonbinary’ is too blurry a term for this #it makes it more complicated when this is connected to my spirituality #i want to be more connected to the earth too #i want to be able to walk barefoot through a field one day #wearing a dress. maybe something calling back to my culture #and not have to worry about getting ‘dirty’#and just stand there and breathe. that specific feeling and longing #… is my gender #idk #walking barefoot is very healing by the way i highly recommend it

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sophiathebanished · 2 years

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#my grandma passed away yesterday morning #my beloved earth angel is no longer on earth #I feel relieved but at the same time I miss her #fuck you cancer #weird how I got the news tho #my father who was upstairs while I was in the basement texted me #like dude we are in the same house and it’s not that big of a house #I’m grateful for my hubby being kind to me but there was moments when I needed to be left alone #I used to fear death as a kid now I have a casual approach to it #I feel here prescense at times and I hear her voice in my head #I myself am strange and unusual #I have a connection to the dead and it’s kinda cool #but this is a first with someone close to me #I miss her hugs #she was the one adult in my family who was genuinely kind to me #she reminds me of the fairy godmother from the animated Disney classic Cinderella #her voice her look her mannerisms even her little ahem she always did #the same sense of humor too #we always cracked jokes with each other and my mother got so annoyed lol #when I’m not posting or reblogging I’m grieving #when I’m active I’m taking breaks #I’m still trying to process this whole thing #I love her so much

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glitterdustcyclops · 1 year

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one of my favorite new things about the festive season is those vids/tiktoks ppl do of their incredibly elaborate gingerbread houses, it gives me such joy

as soon as someone pulls out a ruler and an xacto knife and starts measuring their cookie dough i'm like yes omg you absolute maniac pop off

#shut up chocolate #there is just something so absurdly delightful about taking something like a gingerbread house so completely seriously #i saw one where they drew up a 3d model in blender first to figure out the pieces they'd need and i was like #astounded #in the wise words of our father weird al #what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing #it's magical every time

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crookedkingdom · 2 years

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hey uhhh if you're a very distant relative of someone whose brother recently passed away unexpectedly and you're wondering what a proper gift or gesture is- i am here to tell you that it is NOT a scrapbook full of screen grabs from the livestream of the funeral!

#dear woman who i have never met but is somehow related to my father: what the fuck is that #why on earth would i want that #it was part of the worst 2 weeks of my life and honestly i barely remember a lot of it bc ~trauma~#but i absolutely dont want your weird as hell death scrapbook or whatever the fuck #just. dont do this! literally anything os better than whatever this is!#text

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narutos-sloppy-pussy · 8 months

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Why did I just have the absolute brain blast at 12:30 am—we all have been assuming that Jen’s father would be Rian since admittedly they do look a shit ton alike and both are Stonewood Gelfling, but what if it’s not, what if he’s actually Kylan’s son????

#like!!!!!#kylan is also Stonewood!!!!#also if he did get with Naia that would make Jen half Drenchen which I think is fun #anyways they both are very skilled in uhh #dream etching #that’s the word #both can write #now arguably Jen could still be Rians son even with that since the Mystics taught Jen #but like it’s a connection #stories and writing are Kylan and Jens whole thing #unquestionably Kira is related to Brea and her family #I saw someone arguing Seladon could be her mom and that would be interesting #my mom thought Deet was Kira’s mom since they act so similarly in regards to the earth #but Kira definitely has Vapran features #besides we got that whole future flash of Brea running through the forest with a baby aka Kira #anyways the absolute brain blast would be Deet and Brea getting together and having Kira lmao #look the biology in Thra is fucking WEIRD #I choose to believe one of Deet’s fathers gave birth to her #anyways I think it would be neat if it wasn’t Rian who was Jens father but Kylan #also I read the Shadow of the Dark Crystal recently and I’m very pro Keylan lol #he’s a babe #and him and Naia are cute #the dark crystal #age of resistance

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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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DELICATE

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x innocent!wife!reader

warnings: erm we’re back at it with another dark corio! possessiveness, literal murder, threats, vulgarity, nc touching -dumbification/babying, emotional manipulation and vulnerability, sexual undertones and thoughts, ownership?? NOT PROOFREAD

summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

word count: 2.09k words

a/n: i swear i can only think of dark ideas for him because he is practically crayz - i loved this concept tho so enjoyyyy - annoyed i can’t find any post-lucy gifs snd i’ve already used the other one help me plz

taglist: @sleepydang @aspieundercover @darktrashsoulbear @3lliesrifle @rafeysbafey @zejjef @themorriganisamonster @cryfordemie @winterblu2 @earthangel-111 @taylarxse @alexameliamg @katastrophic04 @jjggdfvvy @joshwifeyslaymamaballs @10ava01 @kis9na @princessdaella @princessloveweird @prettybiching @justacaliforniandreamer @bxtchopolis @witchafterz @har-rison-s

PART TWO

coriolanus wanted nothing more than a relaxing night. he’d been at a campaign meeting for about four hours and he’d gotten absolutely nothing out of it.

he was in the right mind to fire them all and work it himself but he knew he couldn’t. all he wanted was to go home, have a bath drawn for him, eat dinner with you and go to sleep.

coriolanus had seen a number of weird things in his life but nothing was weirder than seeing you, hanging up the laundry to dry. you’d stopped him in his tracks but hadn’t yet noticed his presence as you hummed to yourself and went about your business. after staring in confusion for a few minutes he cleared his throat, “y/n. what are you doing?” you turned towards him with a smile, “it’s christmas! so i sent the staff home for the rest of the day so they could be with their families. don’t worry i had them prepare your bath, dinner and everything else. there were some things left to do so i thought, why not do them myself? i cleaned my room and yours, ironed the previous batch of laundry and placed them away, dusted the library and i was hanging up the laundry until you showed!” you beamed as you continued to hang the clothing.

coriolanus took a seat on one of the lawn chairs as you continued. he decided to watch you, to make sure you were okay. because who on earth wants to do laundry? that was the very reason you had so many servants. but here you were.

“you can head inside corio, no need to wait for me!” you said sweetly. coriolanus was a strong man, always rational. but god when you spoke so sweetly to him- no. “there’s no need, i’ll wait till you’re done.”

the sun was hanging low as the last rays illuminated the dining room. you’d set out candles, flowers and other pieces on the table. back home you loved setting the table, until your father would reprimand you for doing something you didn’t need to. what will people say if my daughter is acting as a servant?

but right now you felt at ease.

you had a good life. good friends which were rare to find in the capitol. good family and a good husband. he was proper, took care of you in every way, even if he didn’t love you, you were grateful to be married to someone you liked. admired. you’d heard whispers of corio’s childhood, his depleted resources and poor upbringing. but you couldn’t care less. he was more of a man than anyone you knew. and he was extremely pretty, your parents would’ve probably married you off to whomever they thought would help with social standings so this match? a lifeline.

coriolanus kept himself in check. he was up for presidency, his name and wealth restored and he was respected and feared. you were a diamond in the rough. whilst all the other girls in the capitol were, special, to say the least, you weren’t like them. first of all, he could tolerate you. like you even. you were exceptionally smart, well-read and spoken, respectful of those worthy but even those beneath you. you were kind, not the fake kind of the capitol. kind to everyone, helping everyone however you could.

and to him it was more than perfect. someone kind would be easy to have, easy to be married to. he knew from the second he saw you as marriage material that you’d never endanger those around you. you cared, enough to put your happiness to the back of the line. you’d be easy to control. after the wedding he expected you to be clingy, desperate for his love and affection. as any girl would from their husband, but you kept your distance. you didn’t push yourself on him, you did your duty. you did what was required and more. but you always listened, listened to him.

so he assumed you’d be easy to be married to, but he was always in awe of you. your sweet smiles every time you passed eachother in the halls, in the morning at breakfast and at night for dinner. always catering to him.

“what should i wear?” “you can choose.” “you tell me.” “it’s your choice.” and god did it inflate his ego. you were always asking about him, how his day was, what he did, who he saw etc. but it wasn’t just small talk, you were always listening. absorbing his words like a sponge, wide eyes, head nodding along dumbly. he loved it. and over the year he found himself, caring, on the inside at least.

every time you’d go out there were hungry eyes consuming you. your face, body everything. and he wanted to personally pluck out each eyeball and feed it to their families. so again, overtime, he’d shield you, protect you. his sweet wife who knew nothing of what the others wanted to do to her. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a peck on your forehead and his large red coat around you. all for show right?

he wanted to puke.

the smell of cabbage wafted to his nose and he was oh so close to putting this fist through the wall. who on earth-

you were humming, again. “corio!” your voice was music to his ears, corio, no one said it to him anymore. not even tigris. but he only liked, only wanted it to come from you. “dinner is served, some of your favourites are here. i asked tigris what you use to eat as a kid. ooh, you never told me you liked cabbage, me too! guess that’s another thing we have in common.” you beamed as you walked over with a bottle of wine, “tell me when to stop.”

he eyed you up the entire time. trying to catch a fleck of disgust whilst you ate, andddd, nothing. you weren’t lying, you actually liked it. he swallowed his own fear and began to eat.

“mm, i was wondering what you wanted me to wear tonight? i’d like to match corio, if that’s okay with you.” corio smiled slightly, “i would like to match. i have something i would like you to wear tonight sweetheart.” your eyes darted forwards as the word fell, sweetheart.

you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, he only used terms like that in public. and based on his reaction afterwards, of which there was none, it meant that he probably didn’t even realise. or he did, you could never read him.

the red dress did things to coriolanus. the idea of you in it has his head spinning, but to actually see you in it? he wanted to throw you onto his bed and never let you out.

but to you it looked as if he was studying the dress rather than looking at you in it. “you look good.” you grinned, “thank you corio! i love your suit, you look very handsome.” you straightened his suit as he looked over your shoulder, your back was bare. “do you have a throw?” you quickly nodded and picked it up from the dresser. “good.” you already got a million stares in ordinary clothing, tonight was going to test his patience and anger.

the gala was gorgeous. for once there wasn’t ugly statues and weird color matches. a clean and pristine white hall, chandeliers, gold accents.

your heels clicked on the floor as coriolanus held his arm for you. “your hand please.” corio stared, waiting for your further explanation. “when we link arms your arm is too high for me. i end up with my arm at my neck.” you laughed as he lent his hand, which you gladly took.

stares and compliments at every corner of the room, everyone was looking at you two. the future president and first lady of panem. a match made in the capitol. you and coriolanus made the rounds, talking to present sponsors, potential sponsors and other candidates, much to coriolanus’s distaste. after a while you realised you were sort of just standing there, so you excused yourself for a drink and a closer view of the band.

“you look, ravishing.” charles operman. a sight which no one wanted to see, but to you he was just an ex-peer of the academy. “charles! thank you, corio picked it out for me.” you’d missed the way his jaw clenched at the mention of your husband, but you were to engrossed by the angelic singer and band. “you know, i always thought we’d end up together.”

the abruptness of his sentence had you choking on your drink, “excuse me, i’m married charles. i’m sorry if you thought that we would be together, i see you as a friend. i’d hate to lose a friend.” you smiled as he got uncomfortably closer and leaned into your ear, hand on your bare back.

coriolanus’s grip on his cup was tightening as he listened to lucky drone on and on. he wanted to see the life leave charles’s eyes, maybe his head would make as a nice present for you. “excuse me.” he nodded his head as he placed his cup on a passing waiters tray. you were helpless, and he was here to help you.

his breath was hot in your ear and you could smell the liquor on him as he was grabbed from you. “coriolanus, sir.” charles mocked salute as coriolanus stared at him, maybe he thought if he stared long enough hed burn into the floor. coriolanus rarely smiled, but this one was unsettling to say the least.

“if you ever put your hands on my wife, look at her, speak to her. it will be the last time you do so. i might just call in a favor with dr gaul, i hear your fond of snakes?” charles’s eyes widened, he hated snakes. he couldn’t even watch the 10th hunger games, the second he saw the snakes he ran to the bathroom and hurled.

“when i become president, you better keep yourself in line. it’d be horrible to see your family in the games no?” charles took a step back, “you can’t do that, i’m capitol.” coriolanus drew back,

“you won’t be for long.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes, of course he’d protect you but, threatening? he’d never do it right? the shutters of cameras had you reaching for corio, “can we leave my love?” coriolanus turned to you, “of course sweetheart.”

he’d stayed up for a long time. a smile came to his face when he remembered the sound of charles’s neck snapping. the door creaking open revealed a disheveled you, “corio? are you awake?” he sat up as you released a breath.

“what is it y/n?” you took a shy step forward, “i uhm, i can’t stop thinking about charles. he scared me, i didn’t know what to do corio. i-” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as coriolanus swiftly got out of bed, helping you into his bed. “i- can i sleep here tonight? please?”

this was definitely not how he first expected to have you in his bed, but how could he say no to you? your hair in its braid, messy and lose, puffy eyes and tear stained face. he wished he’d first seen you cry underneath him but he’d take what he could get. what he didn’t expect was for him to like this, the scene of you crying, needing him. he was the one who could help you, console you, coddle you.

coriolanus nodded as he moved back to the bed, tucking himself and you in softy, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. god he’d held out for so long, denied himself and his feelings but having you in his arms was all he could ever want, but the idea of being in you flooded his head.

would you cry like this? would you shout and scream? did you like it soft and sweet? he couldn’t be soft and sweet, he’d savour the moment but he loved the idea of unravelling you, he’d be the only one to see you like this, him being the only one to make it happen.

you curled into his chest, like a baby. your soft cries and whimpers went straight to his crotch and soon enough you were asleep.

his sweetheart, his delicate little wife.

corios hand slipped downwards and into your pants, he promised himself he just wanted to feel but god you made it difficult. he saved you tonight, didn’t he deserve a reward? didn’t matter if you detested he had you where he liked. so he slowly rolled over and placed you on the bed.

your eyes fluttered at the change of placement but he couldn’t care less. he was done waiting.

you squirmed underneath him in your sleep but his worries faded away.

#coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #yandere coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games x reader #the hunger games

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yaymiyas · 28 days

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THE TALK

warning: yandere!isekai!crown prince, he is very mean in this, female reader

a/n: this is TECHNICALLY not a part two to the introduction but it sort of is….. it jumps from the conversation to the breakfast……..enjoy! ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOOOO technically its female reader bc you got reincarnated blah blah

looking at the fragments of bacon he didnt want to eat, he let his fingers drum against the edge of the white plate. the fact that you, the daughter of a whore, lover to none, and nuisance to all, was right beside him made his food hard to swallow. the two of you sat in the dining room, and while he sat at the very end of the table with his back facing the door to the kitchen, your usual spot would be that of the opposite side. right across from him, back facing the entering door, but it seems after the poison didn’t hit quite deep enough in your veins, it did affect your brain because, for some reason, you thought it was brilliant to sit directly next to him. you weren’t as talkative as he would have thought of you, ever since you have learned of the activities he had decided to partake in, you started to demand his attention. at first, it didnt bother him much, since he himself started to believe that he was focusing solely on gracie that your suspicions were bound to grow, and grow they did.

for weeks, months, up until the poisoning you were all up on him. he was certain that you were attempting to skin him alive and wear him as a coat it was all mildly unpleasant but more irritating. saer never had a taste for you; rather, he actually hated you. to no one’s fault but his own fathers, he was forced to marry you out of pregnant promises. your father, sir tudor, wasn’t the poorest dope saer’s father has ever seen, but he was the loyalist. he worked on the gwynn estate, doing a multitude of things for the family, automatically gaining the trust of the duke and then the king himself. at the time, king gwynn was more fascinated with how a man with such little knowledge could become his most loyalist man, but that he did. following the pregnancy of both the queen and your mother, he decided that the best course of action was to marry his second unborn son off to the unborn daughter of a freeloader.

an icy shiver runs down saer’s back, forcing him to shake his shoulders and head. looking up from your half eaten plate, raising your head to the sudden movement. he was quiet the whole time, poking at the small slivers of bacon like they were the nastiest things on earth. you werent surprised that he wasnt talking; no, you were actually relieved. it wasn’t because he wasnt attractive or anything, he certainly does look like the main lead; its just the talk you had prior to the breakfast that was replaying in your head. cynthia and amanda didn’t give you much information, since, from the looks of it, they didn’t want to say too much. either their heads were on the line or yours were. you never thought about asking tily, even though she was the one that brought you down here. it just felt too weird knowing she was the one who weirdly had something against you. from your fading memories of ‘obsession falls’, you remember reading online forums and tweets about the whole thing. it seemed like the only real crime edina committed throughout the whole book was wanting her husband to love her. she did everything he had asked of her, from the way she talked to her style of clothing, even to what letters she can reply to. in olden standards, she seemed like the perfect obedient wife. this might have been your first mistake, but you didn’t read too much on saer or his backstory, so you never really understood the reasoning for his hatred of his wife, but you knew it was deep and it was boiling.

clearing your throat, you believed it was a better time than ever to clear the air and get to your point. you never understood why edina allowed things to get as deep as they were, but she was made just to be killed. it sucks that no matter what you do or say, saer will always hate you because you are edina.

“saer,”

“ae.”

that stupid nickname. shutting your eyes tightly and fighting back against any light to seep through, you sighed heavily. the whole time, saer had been watching you carefully. even though it was from the corner of his eyes, he was indeed trying to calculate your next moves. it was kind of silly that your sudden change in physical response is making him antsy, but how can anyone fault him? the last time the air-headed cunt decided to change the way she was reacting, gracie was suddenly engaged to alastair and smiling in his face about it. it was enraging. other than the fact that you were in his life to begin with, knowing that the reason he couldn’t slit the throat of his ex best friend was all because you decided to breathe. those two minutes were the longest two minutes of his life. he watched as your head dropped down on the table, making a very sudden and loud noise with it. saer had sternly told any and all servants to leave the two of you be if any loud, disruptive noises were heard. he even double checked that he sent your nosey maids, cynthia and amanda, home around that time. he knew that if they were present in the building, you weren’t going to eat that poison.

it was infuriating to watch them care about someone as lowly as you. not just them, anyone. reading gracie’s letters, asking how you’ve been and to see you before she even utters a word about him, was beyond hurtful. it felt as if his whole world was falling apart, all because you decided to have superpowers and not die. this was the only way to get back at you. he has tried strangling you. he has tried slaying you. each attempt was caught by either maid, cynthia, or amanda. it made him sick to see you get dotted on. seeing the frilly outfits they were making you wear, as if you were a porcelain doll not worth anybody’s touch. you were disgusting. a disgusting being that deserved to die. so why. why were you here? why were you looking at him like he had done something wrong.

“enough with the causalities, i would like a divorce saer.”

#female reader #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere oc #yay ocs #yandere oc x reader #yandere isekai #yandere x female reader #yandere prince #yandere crown prince #yandere isekai crown prince #yandere boy #yandere male

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simonrileysfavteacup · 2 months

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Nightmares

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word count: 831

Warnings: Dad!Simon, Mom!reader, simon being a good daddy, simon talking like the british bitch he is, and ur son being named tommy after simon's brother

Summary: When Simon gets home late from a mission, everything in your house is supposed to be silent. Except your son.

Simon steps into the quiet home, sighing as he leaves Ghost at the door. Everything came tumbling off his shoulders as he takes in the smell of baked cookies, assuming you had baked for your little boy, Tommy.

He checks the fridge, and yup, cookies. Chocolate chip, sitting on a plate. Soft, the only way 7-month old Tommy could eat them.

He hesitates but shuts the fridge again, deciding against eating sugar for dinner. Especially not something you made for the sweet little boy you were raising.

He sighs. It’s late at night, no one’s awake. He’s going to bet you’re curled up in your duvet, Tommy curled up in his own nursery, in his crib. The crib Simon built.

He’s halfway through a glass of water when he hears a whine from upstairs. A soft whine, but still reaches his super soldier ears. Coming from the cracked open door of his sons bedroom. He walks upstairs slowly, as Tommy’s whines get louder. Until they reach a cry.

He assumes you haven’t waken up yet, with all intentions of calming Tommy down before you do wake up.

He pushes the cracked door open until he sees his baby boy crying against the bar of his crib. Simon smiles, walking over and reaching out to pick up Tommy.

Tommy’s eyes lock on Simon’s. For a second, he’s quiet. And Simon thinks he’s alright.

But then Tommy wails louder than ever before.

More than enough to wake you up in the next room.

He keeps wailing even when Simon puts a hand on him and when Simon picks him up, he thrashes around and almost kicks Simon.

And that’s when Simon realizes he never took off his gear.

Or his mask.

He practically rips it off his head, throwing it somewhere across the nursery. He strips off all his clothing until he’s left in just a tight shirt and his tactical pants. “‘S me! ’S daddy. ‘S jus’ daddy!”

Tommy’s wails calm down as he sees his fathers face and he finally reaches for him. Tiny hands grabbing at his father.

Simon picks him up, holding him against his chest, cooing at him. “Nightmare?”

He assumes Tommy’s sniffles means a yes.

“I have ‘em too, bud. Don’ worry, yer mama will take good care of ya. She always takes good care of me,” Simon smiles at the little boy. “Trus’ her.”

Little to Simon’s knowledge, hearing your son’s cries, you had woken up, yawning as you walked to his room, wondering what on earth could possibly have bothered him now.

He was changed, fed, tired…what could he possibly need?

Oh. Daddy’s comfort. Forgot that.

You stand outside the room, watching Simon as he rocks the baby back to sleep, cooing soft nothings to him. You smile, leaning against the doorframe as your actions finally take Simon out of his stare into his son’s eyes.

He turns, looking at you standing at the door. “Lovie.”

You bite back a happy squeal as you walk over to him, ducking into the arm that wasn’t holding Tommy. Resting a hand on Simon’s back, you bring your free hand up to rest on Tommy’s little belly, tickling him softly. “He would not go to sleep today, don’t know what his problem was. He kept wanting to be fed and then he cried over and over for toys and tummy time and god, he’s insane. He started sitting the other day and now, he won’t stop sitting in his crib and whining! Can you believe his attitude?”

“Well, he is yer son,” Simon chuckles softly.

You roll your eyes, “He’s just as petty as his daddy. Isn’t that right, bubby?”

The little boy giggles as you tickle him again. You look back up at Simon. He gives you a soft smile. “He go’ scared of my mas’. Ya thin’ he can’ recognize me?”

“No, he’s just been cranky. He’s seen you in your mask before, it’s not abnormal. He’s just a weird little boy,” you shrug. “Probably just got scared ‘cause the lights were off.”

“Thin’ he’s ready to go down again?” he asks, motioning to the crib. You nod and Simon sets him down, patting him on his chest. The boy lets out a loud gurgle, flashes of white between his pink lips from teething.

You and Simon walk back to your shared bedroom, sighing as you lie down, Simon heading to shower.

When he gets out, he slips on a pair of sweatpants and climbs into bed, curling into you. “Missed ya.”

“Ditto,” you smile, running a hand through his hair. “Did you eat?”

“Nah. Saw yer cookies though. Coulda’ ate ‘em, but figured they were Tom’s,” he cups your cheek, pulling your lips to his. “Ya two had fun while I was gone?”

“Mhm, watched sooo many episodes of Ms. Rachel, skipped over all the daddy parts,” you tease. “He’ll be saying mama in a month.”

“No’ if I go’ anythin’ to do with it.”

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queen-of-hobgobblers · 8 months

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Some Interactions I Think Nico Would Have Had If Bianca Hadn’t Died

Based on this post by @yonemurishiroku on how Nico would still have been that bubbly, cheerful little kid if he hadn’t lost her.

Part 2

Nico, looking at Percy’s infected wound: *Tone delighted* It’s green! Percy: I know, Nico. Nico: That’s my favourite colour :D Percy, gritting his teeth: That’s great, Nico.

Nico, while brutally murdering a Titan: Aww man, you’re not nearly as strong as my cards made you out to be :(

Percy: The last time I asked Mr. D for anything he threatened to turn me into a dolphin! Face it, he hates us. Nico: He likes me though :)) Percy, sarcastically: Gee, you think he likes you enough to ease up on us just a tad? Nico: I’ll go ask! :D *Runs off* *Five Minutes Later* Nico, coming back: He said no but I brought you a blueberry muffin from the dining hall to make you feel better :) Percy, taking it: Gee, thanks. 😒

Bianca, as she and Nico run from a monster: Who the hell is this?! *Shoots arrows at it* Nico: I don’t know!! *Frantically looks through cards* Uhhh, a Laestrygonian? A Hekatonkheire, maybe? Monster: I! Am! Porphyrion!!! I was created to be Zeus’ replacement, born to destroy the lord of the sky! I shall take his throne. I shall take his wife- or, if she will not have me, I will let the Earth consume her life force! Nico: Well fudge, you don’t look anything like your card! :( Bianca: Language!

Nico, miserably: I spent so long not knowing my mother and father, or what happened to them, and now I find my mom is long dead and my own dad hates me :(( Percy, sympathetically: … Heh. Godly parents. They’re the worst, right? *Thunder booms and lightning flashes somewhere in the background* Nico, looking up at him in mild shock: Huh? Percy: Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em because they insist on asserting just how “important” they think are and think that everything else must revolve around them somehow. *Another flash of lightning, this time much closer* Nico, trying not to laugh: I… I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to say that… Percy: Who cares? Listen Nico, forget about what your dad thinks. No one here has a good relationship with their parents, so we look out for each other instead. *Bumps Nico’s shoulder* You’re one of us now, and for the record, I think you’re pretty cool. Nico: Nico, in awe and blushing slightly: Thanks, Percy…

Nico, diving behind Annabeth out of the blue: Who’s that? Annabeth, confused: … Will Solace? He’s from the Apollo Cabin… *Smiles down at Nico, still hiding behind her* Don’t worry, he’s friendly. Wanna go say hi? Nico: *Eyes widen* I don’t… I’m not good at first impressions. *Shifts awkwardly* He’ll probably think I’m weird. Annabeth, looking down at him fondly: You wanna know a secret? *Leans down to whisper in his ear* Will is just as much a dork as you are. I’m sure you two would get along great. Nico: … I’ll see… Will: *Spots Nico and smiles, waving* Nico: *Freaks and hides behind Annabeth again* Will, confused: Annabeth: *Waves and tries not to laugh*

Nico, upon finding Hazel: Oh my Gods, this is so great. I always wanted a little sister! :D Wait till I tell Bianca-

Percy, barging into The Big House: Yo, Mr. D, we’re- what the fuck?! Dionysus, playing cards with Nico: *Tone annoyed* What is it now, boy? Nico: We’re playing Mythomagic together! After this, Mr. D promised to teach me Pinochle. *Puts down card* I win again. Dionysus: What?! How?! Nico: My Ares has a higher attack point average than your Demeter card! So I win :) Dionysus, mumbling angrily: Curses. Percy, knowing full well Dionysus would smite literally anyone else if they talked to him like that: *Gawks*

Dionysus, stepping into the dining hall: What are you all doing out of your cabins so late at night? Percy: Connor: Travis: Will: Nico: Nico: We’re summoning a ghost :D Will: *Elbows him* Nico: Ow! *Rubs at his arm* What did you do that for?! Dionysus: Dionysus: I see. Well, carry on. And don’t die. If I have to do paperwork for you ungrateful little mortals one more time so help me, Gods. *Walks off like he didn’t see anything* Nico, as everyone turns towards him in shock: What?

Percy: We need a ride. Nico: I got this! :D *Chants ominously, eyes glowing as he raises his hands to the sky* *A limousine unearths from the ground, the driver’s seat window rolling down to reveal a zombie* Annabeth, Percy and Grover: *Gawk* Percy, eventually managing to pick up his jaw: You… you have a zombie chauffer? Nico: Neat, right? :D

Nico, frantically outrunning danger: I can’t die, Bianca will kill me, then resurrect me, and then kill me again!

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inkskinned · 1 year

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sometimes we just need someone to pay enough attention.

for the longest time i had been trying to read The Lord of The Rings. everyone had sung the praises for it, over and over. i'd seen clips of the movie and it seemed like it could be fun, but actually reading it was fucking horrible.

my parents had the omnibus - all the books squished into one big tome - and in the 4th grade i started sort of an annual tradition: i would start trying to read TLR and get frustrated after about a month and put it back down. at first i figured i was just too young for it, and that it would eventually make sense.

but every time i came back to it, i would find myself having the exact same experience: it was confusing, weird, and dry as a fucking bone. i couldn't figure it out. how had everyone else on earth read this book and enjoyed it? how had they made movies out of this thing? it was, like, barely coherent. i would see it on "classics" list and on every fantasy/sci-fi list and everyone said i should read it; but i figured that it was like my opinion of great expectations - just because it's a classic doesn't mean i'm going to like experiencing it.

at 20, i began the process of forcing myself through it. if i had to treat the experience like a self-inflicted textbook, i would - but i was going to read it.

my mom came across me taking notes at our kitchen table. i was on the last few pages of the first book in the omnibus, and i was dreading moving on to the next. she smiled down at me. only you would take notes on creative writing. then she sat down and her brow wrinkled. wait. why are you taking notes on this?

i said the thing i always said - it's boring, and i forget what's happening in it because it's so weird, and dense. and strange.

she nodded a little, and started to stand up. and then sat back down and said - wait, will you show me the book?

i was happy to hand it over, annoyed with the fact i'd barely made a dent in the monster of a thing. she pulled it to herself, pushing her glasses up so she could read the tiny writing. for a moment, she was silent, and then she let out a cackle. she wouldn't stop laughing. oh my god. i cannot wait to tell your father.

i was immediately defensive. okay, maybe i'm stupid but i've been trying to read this since the 4th grade and -

she shook her head. raquel, this is the Silmarillion. you've been reading the Silmarillion, not the lord of the rings.

anyway, it turns out that the hobbit and lord of the rings series are all super good and i understand why they're recommended reading. but good lord (of the rings), i wish somebody had just asked - wait. this kind of thing is right up your alley. you love fantasy. it sounds like something might be wrong. why do you think it's so boring?

#thanks for reminding me this happened #writeblr #warm up #i don't think this story translates well to the page #IRONIC!!!! :)#but yeah man i read the Silmarillion before i read the hobbit #the omnibus didn't explain what it was and i figured - you start at the beginning and then you read from the beginning #that's how books work #how was i supposed to know #EDIT IN THE TAGS: hi i think i worded this in a confusing way #the omnibus had ALL the stories in it - the silm #the hobbit #and all of LOTR #they just put the silm in the front so i thought logically it was the first book #that's how an omnibus usually works after all - the first book in the series is the first book in the tome #to be fair i GUESS the silm takes place “before” the hobbit????

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