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dearbraus · 9 months

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. ☆ ͡ ݂ The Antler Queen’s Reverie

Feat. Natalie Scatorccio

⊹ Details. 18+ only minors dni, dni if you’re not sapphic, afab reader, canon divergence, set in the wilderness at s2 finale, cheating (emotional and physical in nat and travis' relationship), discussions of cannibalism, allusion’s to cannibalism, mentions of canon character death, allusions to compulsory heterosexuality, blood consumption, biting (til it bleeds), reader is described as being able to have viable bruises, reader is described as having fingers carded in their hair, making out, scissoring, love as consumption. ⊹ Runtime. 4.5k ⊹ Note. Natalie is canonically eighteen by the season two ending and her actress is nearly twenty-three, peace and love she is above age, don’t like don’t read! If you do read I hope you enjoy <3

Travis sleeps in front of the dying hearth, warmed by the still hot embers and the feeling of a full belly. It’s pleasantly lavish, even when his back will inevitably grow frigid with goosebumps beneath the thick plaid blanket that covers him because he is assuaged. It’ll last him the next few days, perhaps even a week if he’s lucky, before they’ll have to tap into their reserves and Travis will be reminded of why his plate is filled with more than belt-soaked soup. For now, he rests easily, for the first time in the ten months they’ve been trapped. Sleep comes to him before his head even reaches the lumpy pillow that used to be Laura Lee’s– it no longer smells of the vanilla perfume she wore until the day she died, only Lottie missed the scent or even noticed.

Natalie sleeps comfortably in Dead Cabin Guy's bed, nestled behind a shoddily built pine wood door. Coach Scott has disappeared but no one voiced concern if they had any left for the man. Nat takes the opportunity to relish the modicum of privacy the room provides. If Shauna could hole herself up in the attic the moment Lottie was well enough to lay with her acolytes, then Natalie could give her body the much-needed reprieve and sleep somewhere either than the uneven floorboards of the cabin.

It’s quiet, too quiet without Van’s snoring, the crackling fire, and the sounds of creaking wood as Mari tosses and turns to get comfortable. The Wilderness was already suffocatingly silent, in the warm months it wasn’t so bad. The woods were alive, the June bugs buzzed and the trees swayed in the breeze. It was easy then to pretend the sounds of wildlife were no different from the constant thrum of the trailer park she lived in a lifetime ago. She’d learn that in the winter months, the mountains of snow that blanketed the greenery shut everything else out. They could yell but their voices would bounce back at them and be swallowed up just as quickly as it was uttered.

Natalie found herself staring up at the thick wooden slats that made up the roof, eyes heavy and wet with unshed tears. There was nothing to distract her idle mind as it replayed the events of the day. They looped in her mind like a broken VHS tape. Jackie’s necklace burned against the column of her throat but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off, it wouldn’t make her forget the feeling of a dull blade pressed against her skin by shaky hands or the way bitter wind whipped across her cheeks as she ran.

The worst part, the thing that kept her mind racing and her body unable to settle into a restful sleep was her lack of regret. Guilt didn’t eat away at her stomach the way it was supposed to. When she thought of the fear that filled Coach Ben’s eyes and how his expression crumbled when she confessed her sins to him, Natalie felt nothing. She should have felt sick, she should have been consumed with such grief that it killed her but Natalie felt nothing of the sort. The tears that sat idle in her eyes weren’t for Javi but they should have been. They were for her.

Her head snapped towards the door, the sound of the floorboards groaning under the weight of someone made her heart race more than it should. In the dim light that bled through the thin space between the door and the floor, Natalie could see a pair of feet. They hovered nervously, shuffling around without any real intention of coming in.

Natalie learned at a young age to tiptoe and glide around without making a sound. It was better to make herself invisible than to risk the wrath of her father who more often than not was in some drunken stupor. Whoever is behind the door doesn’t scuttle away as she approaches until Natalie tears the door open and a shrill gasp fills the otherwise silent cabin.

It’s you.

Your lips settle into an apologetic smile, backlit by the warm glow of the dwindling fire you look angelic. The comforting blend of oranges and yellow that danced across your skin could have made Natalie forget how terrified she was when you looked at her like a starved lion gazes upon a gazelle.

Ten months ago you and Natalie were best friends. In definition and in the eyes of the team. Natalie never had a best friend, Kevyn was the closest she’d ever come but it was different than when she was with you. Now, Natalie wasn’t sure.

That was in the before.

Before the crash, before they feasted upon human flesh, before they had become grievous creatures who ceaselessly craved.

Natalie whispers your name, her neck craning to peer over your shoulder. The group rests well. Their chests rise and fall evenly from beneath their fur pelts and moth-bitten blankets. Lottie manages a peaceful expression despite the bruises and scabs that still mar her skin.

“Is something wrong?” Natalie asks, her frostbitten hands wringing together nervously.

You avoid her inquisitive eyes, your chin bashfully pressing against your chest, “Can I come in?” You question, the tip of your worn sneakers dig into the floor as you nervously twist your foot back and forth.

She wordlessly steps back, her arm extending outward to usher you forward. The muscles in her legs ache the longer she stands and her chest still hurts but it doesn’t take all of her energy to move like it did the day before. You follow her timidly, the door clicking shut behind you.

The sparse amount of moonlight let in by the tiny window obscures your face from Natalie but she can see you holding something out to her.

“I thought you might be cold,” you whisper, it’s a blanket, the one you had brought with you from home, “Since the door was closed and there’s no fire pit in here.”

Your sincerity was startling. Natalie’s chest clenched and another round of tears threatened to spill past her eyes. She was never one to cry and never this often but she hated how small she felt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Daring to step closer, you press your blanket against Natalie’s chest, silently willing her to take it from you. She stands numb before you, her hands hung limply by her sides, “Won’t you be cold?” Her voice comes out louder than she intends for it to and she cringes at the sound.

You wordlessly shrug your shoulders. The clothing you packed wasn’t made for the Canadian winter but for the Seattle spring. The thin leggings you wore beneath your soccer shorts weren’t enough to stave off the chill, neither were the leg warmers you made out of Jackie’s shirt. You’d get sick if you went to sleep with nothing but the others body heat and hearth to keep you warm.

“I’ll be fine, I have others,” you say as you go to grab one of her hands.

Your touch burns but it’s not unpleasant. It’s the sort of simmering heat she wishes she felt when Travis took her hand in his earlier than night but, Natalie would chalk it up to being too buzzed on adrenaline to feel anything other than her heart rattling her rib cage. She expects you to shove the blanket into her outstretched fingers and scurry back to bed. You don’t leave, instead, you thread your fingers into hers. The gesture is tender, ten months ago she might have scoffed and asked if you were starting to get soft on her. Now Natalie just stared haplessly at you, torn between running away and tugging you closer.

It’d be nice to be held, sleep wasn’t coming to her. None of this felt real, her new position or their fealty towards her. Would she not be cast aside just as Lottie had should one of the others rise up as she had? When rations ran out like they always did they’d hunt again, she could just as easily become the prey once more. Her heart raced erratically at the thought but she couldn’t seek the comfort she craved from Travis, not when it was her fault that Javi was flayed to be feasted upon.

“Nat?”

Natalie blinks blankly, her focus snapping back to you, “Sorry,” she quickly muttered, grabbing the spare blanket from your hands, “Uhm, thanks for this.”

“Are you okay, Nat?”

It is a stupid question and you know it. You were not so far removed from societal convention to be deluded that placing a crown atop Natalie’s head soothed the pain that made a home in the soft spaces between her bones. No one had asked her how she felt, if she was unharmed, they were too ravenous to think of anything other than the desperate gnawing that twisted their stomachs inside out. She couldn’t blame them, the prospect of flesh ground beneath her molars had Natalie salivating.

Shrugging her shoulders, Natalie turned to her bed. It was rather small and lumpy, one of the springs poked through the surface of the mattress but it was big enough that the two of you could lay down together comfortably.

“I’m fine,” she croaks, brushing a few strands of her brittle hair away from her face, “But, do you think you could lay down with me? It’s too quiet in here, I can’t sleep.”

This was not a moment of weakness, Natalie never needed anyone before and she never would. It was simply a test, one to see just how devout Lottie’s acolytes would be to their new queen. That was how Natalie rationalized the unwanted tug of loneliness that pulled her toward you.

You appeared surprised, but you quickly masked your shock with a quick nod of your head, “Of course I can,” you smiled warmly at her like this was some sort of sleepover and not a death sentence, “Honestly I never understood how Tai and Shauna could sleep in the attic, being alone like that is … unnerving.”

Swinging her arm toward the bed, Natalie wordlessly gestures for you to slide between the sheets before she can change her mind and cast you from her space. You lay on your side with your back pressed against the wall. It’s an oddly familiar scene one that made her belly churn. If Natalie closed her eyes she could pretend that the two of you were sharing a bed at an overnight game like you had a dozen times before.

Your arm loops loosely over her stomach when she sinks into the mattress beside you, the willowy curve of her hips fits snuggly into your pelvis. She can feel your chest softly rise and fall and soon her own falls in time with it. The intimacy of it all makes her skin itch

“Travis doesn’t deserve you,” the words are whispered just as Natalie’s eyes had grown heavy with sleep, the syllables are formed against the curve of her ear. “He never has.”

Your confession is filled with irony and is beyond laughable. He had been the one to blindside the group in the hopes of giving Natalie a chance to survive while you had held the knife. First to Travis’ throat and then to hers as you joined the others in the hunt across the glacial hellscape that was the Wilderness. If there was undeserving of having her in their presence, it was you, so deceiving in your docile demeanour and soft-spoken words, ever so eager to appease whomever was in charge to cover your hide in times of stress with false loyalties.

Natalie remains silent, pretending to be lost in the throes of slumber as you continue on, “If was unfair of him to grow so angry with you for trying to spear his feelings after Javi disappeared,” you grumbled, “There is no way he should have survived for so long out there in the cold, all on his own.”

Bile lined the length of her throat, her stomach churning.

“You were only trying to help and what does he do? Turn to Lottie … I even heard him saying her name in his sleep.”

A spattering of goosebumps rises on Natalie’s skin when you nuzzle the frigid tip of your nose into her neck, your arms tightening around her middle.

Misplaced blame continued to fracture and splinter any semblance of trust that bound the group to one another. Natalie should not have felt the hot, shameful burn of envy ripple through her at her words, Travis was grieving as he continued to lose piece after piece of his soul but she did. Jealously stewed in her gut and bled out her pores.

She and Travis were tied together by the shared pain of lousy fathers. useless mothers, and circumstance. What was stopping him from moving on to Lottie, she played no part in his brother's death. He’d done it once before at doomcoming with Jackie when sex with bullies over a lifetime ago was the biggest betrayal he’d ever experienced.

“You might be right,” Natalie said with a morose laugh, “But, there aren’t many options in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

It felt good to speak of him as if he were only a warm body that kept her well satisfied in the dark of night, a quick dig to hit him where it hurt while he was sound asleep in the other room, defenceless. Turning to lay on the flat of her back, Natalie squinted to read the pensive expression you wore.

“There are far more than you think.”

“Who, you?” She joked, nervously swallowing.

You looked as serious as you did when you were studying for the SATs, biting the team's head off every time they tried to get you to take a break. Granted, Taissa was annoyed you were distracted during games and Jackie was trying to keep the peace but still, Natalie had never seen you more serious until now.

Natalie forced out a laugh as if that would diffuse the growing tension that turned the air sticky. Your gaze remained trained on her visage, your lips pressed into a thin line, “Why not,” you whisper, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I could treat you better than Travis could.”

Her mouth grows dry, and too many buried feelings threaten to unearth themselves at the prospect of entertaining what you are suggesting. Back home, there were rumours like in any high school that surrounded the girl's soccer team. It’s why Jackie kept getting back together with Jeff even after she swore she was finished with him. Natalie tried to suppress it, she didn’t need to give the Wiskayok high any further ammunition to torment her with but it lingered there like a dark-figured to taunt her during sleepovers with the team or when they got drunk and decided to play kissing games because it meant nothing.

Natalie never partook. She flipped them off and staggered off for a smoke in the hopes of quelling the strange feeling that compressed her chest. You always looked a bit disappointed when she refused to have “fun” with the group.

“Yeah, right,” Natalie said, her voice strained, “Your longest relationship was back in middle school and you guys lasted a week.”

“You’re being mean,” you whisper with a pout.

Natalie always knew where to hit you where it hurt most.

“And you’re being stupid.”

She tried not to look at your lips, they were inviting. Though you hadn’t said anything else, she could feel some telepathic pull toward you. She could do it, kiss you that is. They were going to die out there, any lingering tendrils of hope had long since been extinguished. There was no reason why Natalie couldn’t kiss you just this once to satiate her curiosity before you both eventually met your demise.

However, it would not have been as lovely as it would have been if Natalie let you kiss her last winter at Lottie’s eighteenth birthday party. You had been hanging off her side most of the evening after pounding back one too many shots with the birthday girl. Natalie didn’t mind babysitting you, she hadn’t been in the mood to party that night and you could at least hold your liquor well enough that she wouldn’t have to hold your hair back with you spewed chunks all over the Matthews' pristine rose printed carpet like Akilah did at the last rager.

You asked Natalie to kiss you on the back porch between puffs of the cigarette you bummed off her. She might have done it too had Laura Lee not ushered the two of you back inside, rattling on and on about how you were bound to get sick before the next game if you didn’t warm up. Natalie thought about that night a lot before burying it away lest she become haunted by it. You smelt of strawberries like you always did and she wondered if you’d taste like them too.

“What’s so stupid about having feelings for another person?” You asked as if you weren’t encroaching into dangerous territory, like Travis was nothing but a distant memory, “Or wanting to act on them so we can die with no regrets.”

There was something refreshing in knowing Natalie wasn’t alone in her line of thinking but that must have been why the two of you bonded all the way back in freshmen year.

“We’re gonna die out here and I’ve made my peace with that but I don’t want to die a virgin like some loser when I know you don’t love Travis.”

The conviction in your voice makes Natalie shrink beneath the blankets. Maybe she didn’t love Travis and maybe she had never known what love truly felt like but that didn’t mean anything. High school sweethearts were destined to crash and burn like their plane had. Natalie could only imagine what would transpire between her and Travis the longer they wrapped their veins together– nothing good, nothing good ever blossomed where Natalie was concerned.

Placing your hand on Natalie’s cheek, you turned her face toward yours, “So don’t settle because you’re afraid,” you whispered as you leaned closer, “There’s nothing out here to stop us from indulging in everything we couldn’t have out there.”

The Wilderness chose Natalie, it chose her as the next leader and now it presented you, ripe on a silver platter with skin so juicy you’d burst if she took a bite. It’d but rude to deny it now, wouldn’t it?

Your touch was gentle and surprisingly warm. It felt far better than anything she had previously experienced. Natalie felt herself being drawn closer to you, her lips just barely grazing against yours. Her breath fans across your mouth for a short second before she captures your lips in a kiss. It wasn’t anything spectacular or radically different from all the other times she had kissed someone but Natalie didn’t feel this odd twinge of shame after it was over like she usually did.

Her hazel eyes studied you for a moment afterward, trailing over the rounded curve your mouth sat in and the crinkle that grew between your furrowed brows. She wondered if it was disappointing, the kiss you’d spent a year waiting for. But, she wasn’t able to ruminate for too long before you were rolling on top of Natalie and cupping her face between your frost-bitten hands. The chapped, crackled skin of her lips splintered open when you nipped at her bottom lip. The heady, metallic taste of blood dabbled upon your tongue stirred a pleasured moan that travelled up your throat to spill against Natalie’s mouth. Natalie burned with mortification as she swallowed up the wanton sounds that leaked from your lips. When you licked your tongue into her mouth, she could taste it too and she liked it.

It satiated the relentless hunger that gnawed at her insides most days. Regrettably, she still felt it even after their feast hours earlier but the longer you pushed the taste of her ichor around with fevered kisses the less starved she was. Natalie knotted her hands into your hair, further tangling the dulled and dried strands as she fervently chased that pleasantly full feeling she’d never felt before. Her thighs slipped open to allow your hips to slot between them.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” you rasped into her mouth, your nose pressing against her jugular, “You’ll let me eat you, won’t you?”

The innuendo isn’t lost on Natalie and tomorrow she might have laughed, once the head-splitting need for flesh subsided. Your canines sunk into the thin skin of her throat, a dangerous gesture that sent a rush of adrenaline through her. Natalie let out a raspy moan, roughly tugging on your hair as you laved your tongue over the hot, pulsing teeth mark you left.

Shaking her head at your suggestion, Natalie muttered a quick, “No.”

Your disappointed whine was stifled by her bringing your mouth up to hers. There was something else that rattled around Natalie’s mind, the image had been seared into her head for months before she was able to banish it from the forefront. She’d seen it once whilst coming down from her high with Kevyn. One of his friends queued up some cheesy porno from the ‘80s that was just so outrageous he had to show everyone so they could all point and laugh. Natalie didn’t, she left after twenty minutes when her limbs had begun to work once more, the image of two women’s limbs tangled together replaying over and over again as she walked all the way across town to the trailer park where she lived.

Neither of you should have been stripping down but Natalie tugs off your pants to placate your impatience, intent on replicating that scene. The frigid winter air that seeps into the cabin nips at your bare skin and you shiver in her embrace. Natalie strips you until you’re left in your frayed panties and thin, long-sleeved sleep shirt. You tear her clothing off in return, carelessly throwing them aside as if body heat was enough to fend off the eternal frost the forest had been plunged into.

“Take them off,” Natalie gruffly instructs, nodding her head at you, “And then come here, I wanna try something.”

You take her instructions well and she bitterly wishes it hadn’t taken you so long to trust her instead of drinking Lottie’s Kool-aid. The mattress dips under your weight as you kneel, the palm of your hand laying flat against your navel, just itching to inch lower. Natalie’s eyes travel past your belly button to the thatch of curls that sits just below your pelvis. Biting her lip, she swallows thickly.

Her stomach roars with hunger.

Slowly dragging her underwear down her legs, Natalie rests against the headboard, her legs spread. Your eyes widen at the sight of her bare pussy, her lips slick with arousal. Looping her hands around your waist, she tugs you to straddle her lap. The position was a bit uncomfortable at first, the lingering burn and fatigue from sprinting for the first time in months making your legs heavy like lead.

A full-body shudder wracked through you as Natalie’s warm, wet cunt pressed against yours, “Like this?” You moan, experimentally rolling your hips, “This feel good?”

You asked her in earnest, peering down at her wide eyes like a puppy waiting for its owner to praise them. Mari often looked to Lottie like that, it was oddly thrilling to see it directed at her.

“Yeah, just like that,” Natalie groaned, your name ground beneath her teeth like a slab of meat, “You could even…”

Natalie’s fingers tremble when she reaches between your bodies to spread your lips apart to expose your throbbing clit. The swampy pit of heat that swirls in her gut seeps through her body, your expression is utterly debauched and dripping with lust. She moans before you do, revelling in the obscene, squelchy sound of your cunt sliding against hers. Your pebbled nipples poke painfully through your shirt and press flush to Natalie’s as you bury your face into her shoulder.

Cursing under your breath, you keen into her skin, “You can touch me more,” you pant between laboured breaths, it's laughable how easily years of condition eroded within a measly few months, “I need you to, Nat, please.”

She obliges you with teeth and tongue mashed along the column of your throat, sucking a matching bruise into your skin. You taste of salt and soot and something earthy like pine. The layer of grime that clings to your skin shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was but Natalie found herself feasting on the taste of you, raw and unmasked from soaps and perfumes, she suckles down until she feels the throbbing pulse of blood that fills your carotid artery.

That pleasant, warm feeling Natalie could only ever achieve on her own crept up on her. Its unbidden presence filled her with disappointment, it’d all end too soon but she couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that washed over her. The sharp edge and press of your nails into the skin of her biceps only fuel the tumbling cascade of her orgasm as you desperately rut your cunt against hers, both of your clits bumping into each other.

Natalie’s teeth pierce the skin of your shoulder as she cums, the taste of your blood filling her senses. She grows drunk on it, mindlessly rolling her hips into your pliant body until you cry out her name, the syllables broken by yowl-like moans. Your bodies, sticky with sweat and arousal meld into one another when the familiarity of exhaustion whips through you, the kind that leaves you lying listlessly on the cabin floor for hours on end until Mari boils water and pine needles and serves it up.

Wordlessly nuzzling your face against hers, you plant a gentle peck against Natalie's hallowed cheekbone, “Natalie I-” whatever sappy sentiment that dripped off your tongue was smothered by a more pressing question, “Do you smell smoke?”

Beneath the thick layer of sex that hung in the air was the scent of burning embers. It was far heavier than the curling puff of smoke that typically permeated the stagnant cabin air. Natalie wanted nothing more than the turn over and curl up with you, to soak in the fleeting tendrils of reverie that girls like her were never affording but something itched at the back of her mind.

It was hot, suffocatingly so even with the ever-burning hearth.

The best way to kill a yellowjacket was to scorch its home, Natalie should have known it was too good to be true. The Wilderness was revoking its blessings, smoking out the vicious wasp nest that fed on its milk and honey for far too long without thanks.

Shauna’s panicked voice carried down from the attic and feet shuffled as they awoke from their full-bellied slumbered but neither of you moved. You lay half naked and needled with shock, peering at one another in the darkness when the reminder of your situation becomes glaringly obvious.

The cushy daydream of indulging your appetites where nothing but just that, a daydream. You had to run now because it was better to be starved and alive than nothing more ashes blowing in the wind.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio smut #wlw smut #x reader

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tev-the-random · 2 years

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I AM AN ABSOLUTE JUMBLED MESS, SO HAVE SOME OF MY MESSY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE CROSSOVER TODAY, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

So far, we've got Tango in Gobland, Scar in Tumble Town, Pearl and Joe in Chromia, Cleo and Xisuma in Eversea, Keralis and Jevin in Sanctuary. Impulse and Grian are kind of making their own places. Did I miss anyone?

There are two kinds of emperors in this crossover: the ones who stick to the lore and claim they don't know the Hermits and the ones who drop everything and yell "MY RANCHER!".

Pix fits the second category, though a lot quieter.

Pearl fits the first, which is strange, considering her role as Literally God. At this point we really can't be sure of what exactly this means for Pearl or for Sausage. What is she?

Gem is her own category. There's something very sus going on with her.

Jimmy absolutely freaking out over seeing Tango again though-

I think at this point it's canon that either people have nametags floating above their heads or everyone is wearing an actual name tag and that's how they all know each other's names even though they never met.

Scott just got a magical flash grenade to the eye. How is this man seeing anything after the entire sky erupted in magic light-

Sausage. I'm not surprised. Not even disappointed. Xisuma most certainly is, though.

Is it a custom in Sanctuary to kiss people on the cheeks or is Sausage like... actively making out with newcomers? I know this is a very weird question, but it's Sausage we're talking about.

Joel adopted the one night armour stand joke lmao-

Tango freaking out over every little thing he sees.

Murder is canonically legal in Empires.

Grian is a force of chaos, as expected.

Rancher duo collabs again, pog? With horns and everything?

And Tango is now an engineer in Gobland, which means Fwhip might have some more to do other than poke the Sheriff. This crossover is a win all around for Jimmy, except for the toy jokes, which may increase, but I will thoroughly ignore that-

There's No Curse In Glimmer Grove.

Sausage keeping tabs on all the Hermits. That' either means that he's not as unsuspecting of them as he may seem or it implies that all Hermits are now their own empiresonas-

Grian's appearance in Tumble Town was so incredibly ominous, holy sh-

Shelby trying to be hospitable but at the same time being a witch inviting unsuspecting people into her hut in the cursed swamp after claiming the fog eats souls and pulling out a scythe. I'd be terrified.

Hats and mounts get passed all around. Is this a crime?

Why does only Pearl get an outfit change? I mean, I know why, but like, canonically speaking, why did it happen?

Still, I felt a bit teary-eyed upon seeing the Arena Duo together again, the Gilded Helianthia dress only made it better. I missed these guys interacting so much, and I don't know if I'm in denial like Sausage or if I'm just about to open a Word document to write an entire one shot about it-

Sausage had a vision of Gilded Helianthia, I'm not ok

Oh god, now we have both Joel and Scar yelling LORE in the same place, save us-

So convenient that E!False decided to travel far away right when HC!False shows up. Smart decision, yes, but at the same time, the fanfic writers must now assemble to make the two of them meet.

Ok, so apparently some people remember the Life series and some people don't. I guess that means that some of the characters, such as Jimmy, Joel and Scar, are the same characters from the Life series after they lost their third life. Other characters, such as Scott and Pearl, are not. But what does this mean?

Fwhip sounded so hurt for a moment when he thought Jimmy made Scar his new deputy. This man is not ok.

Soup Group? Soup Group.

Big ears Scar is cursed.

Sausage is too hospitable for his own good.

Scar's deputy and moral support arc. I'm happy for it, but at the same time, I don't trust it.

On one hand, I do think the wallpaper in Tumble Town looks very pretty and it would be so sad to destroy it. On the other hand, Jimmy deserves some dignity and shouldn't take this slander anymore, I swear to god-

Poor Impulse is so confused, why is this cat lady yelling at him, why are animals walking on two legs, where is he, he's having a crisis-

Stratos' class system gets called out, finally.

Just when Joel was so close to convincing the fandom that he's tall, the Empires' folk shut it down and confirm that they're only playing along and he is not, in fact, tall. Short king is back?

Katherine, when you go around telling everyone, including literal strangers your secret, I don't think it can be considered a secret anymore.

Fwhip encourages crime, such a good deputy of the law.

But then again, it's not stealing, it's borrowing-

Seeing the empires from the Hermits' perspectives is crazy, I hadn't realised just how massive these empires got.

The Hermits are staying for a while. I'm so happy this isn't going to be a one-episode thing, I'm dying to see where this goes!

(I'm trying to watch as many perspectives as I can. Some of them haven't come out yet, and I don't feel like watching Keralis' hour long episode. Can someone tell me what happens there?)

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thecrenellations · 6 months

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ten examples of characters calling Lymond “Francis” for the first time, or the first time on page! So many flavors of Francis feelings. Take your pick. (and let me know if I missed earlier instances)

Speakers and context:

Sybilla to the son she hasn’t seen in five years, as he breaks into her castle and sets it on fire. (first on page, The Game of Kings)

Margaret Douglas to the man who kidnapped her. They, too, haven’t seen each other in about five years. (first on page, The Game of Kings)

Christian to her anonymous friend at Threave. I normally wouldn’t count this, because she says his last name, but it’s THE REVEAL, and she calls him by his first name to Sybilla later in the chapter. (first on page, The Game of Kings) - “Francis Crawford: you’re another fool, playing Macarius with the lockjaw. I told you sound was my stock-in-trade. I’ve known your voice since I was twelve.”

Richard. The dell near Hexham. God, Francis had screamed. (first on page, The Game of Kings)

Oonagh when they wake up together and she declines to give him Artus Cholet’s name. And she’s quoting Sybilla? I desperately want to know more about that interaction. We get some information in Checkmate, but still… (genuine first Francis, presumably. Queens’ Play)

Will Scott after the Hough Isa scheme and after spilling soup on himself! (first on page, presumably not a genuine first, The Disorderly Knights)

Graham Reid Malett. What the fuck, dude. (first time directly to Francis, The Disorderly Knights) - “‘I desire,’ he said abruptly to Lymond, ‘to call you Francis. Is that permitted? It is out of affection and a … purely spiritual love.’”

Jerott after he finds Oonagh’s body. (first time on page directly to Francis. Given the context and the way the Francises begin to multiply soon after, I would believe it’s the first time he’s addressed Lymond that way in ten years. Pawn in Frankincense) - “She is more than dead, Francis. If I thought you would do it, I would beg you to go without seeing her.”

Marthe to her brother, at Volos, after he calls her his sister by reciting a poem. The turning point. (genuine first Francis, Pawn in Frankincense)

Philippa, after falling in love with her husband as they wreak sweet, lyrical havoc across the rooftops and through the traboules of Lyon. Before the rest of that night happens. (genuine first Francis, Checkmate)

#lymond #francis crawford #lymond chronicles spoilers #eight of these are devastating to me in their own ways #and then there’s Will!#and then. there’s Gabriel.#but it was necessary to include both of them #you see #poll #something i #you will note there are none from the ringed castle #that’s because it’s the ringed castle #lymond polls

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lunarthing159 · 8 months

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So bc A New TrafficLife Series Will Be Released In A Matter Of Hours, Allow Me To Share Another Batch Of Team-ups I'd Love To See! (I Did One A Few Weeks After Limited Life Which I Will Reblog After I Post This)

Ren & Scott

These Two Have Been Mortal Enemies One World, On Semi-Good Terms The Next, And Then Kinda Inbetween The Next. Their Dynamic Has Been Many Things Over The Course Of The Series And I'd Love To See How An Actual Alliance Would Work With Them! Ren's Theater-Kid-ness & Scott's Flamboyant-Gay-ness I Believe Would Go Together Quite Well!

Jimmy & Cleo

These Two, In 3rd Life, Were The First Two To Ever Be Perma-Killed In The TrafficLife Series Where They Both Even Got Killed By The Same Person! Skizz! Also I Want To See Jimmy's, As The Community Has Dubbed It, 'Wet Paper Bag Of A Man'-ness To Have A Dynamic With Cleo's 'Gatekeep, Girlboss, Gaslight, Guilt Trip, Gossip, ect'-ness. I'd Also Wanna See How Cleo Would React With Both Outcomes Of Jimmy Breaking The Canary Curse Or Once Again Being Trapped In It's Cage And If Cleo Would At All Try And Prevent This Fate.

Soup Group (Gem, Imp, & Pearl)

I Know I Know, Call It Cliche, But Let Us Not Forget That One Art From The KingRen Times Of 'Local Dwarf Recruits A Princess & A Queen To Overthrow A Monarchy' (I Do Not Remember Who Made The Art- If You Remember, Pls Tell Me bc It Is Very Good Art & I'd Love To Reblog It). Besides! Let Us Not Forget The GeminiSlay & Scarlet Pearl Combined With Impulse's Technical Knowledge Could Be A Threat If Left Unnoticed!

Joel & Bdubs

Listen- Both Have Teamed With Etho Before. Both Can Go Absolutely Feral & Crazy & Bloodthirsty At The Slightest Provocation. Do You Realize How Funny & Scary & Silly This Teamup Would Be??

Martyn & Joel

Ik- Two Joel Teams In A Row But You Cannot Tell Me This Wouldn't Be Funny & Cool! Joel Is Absolutely Feral To The Point He Can Disregard Caution Meanwhile Martyn Chooses When To Go Feral With Just Enough Caution. Also, w The Watcher Lore & Stuff, We Could Have The Watchers Acknowledge Joel's Tendencies To Prioritize His Kill Count Over Much Else And Maybe Even Try And Place Doubt Between The Two.

Grian, Ren, & Scar

And I'll End This List With These Three. A BirdMan, A CatGuy, And A DogBoy. I Don't Have Much Reason Other Than The Fact That These People Were At War In 3rd Life & I Think It'd Be Fun! If You're Questioning Why Not Martyn As Well, I Honestly Have No Clue Lmao. Probably Or Possibly Because I Can't Think Of An Animal Symbolism For Him lol

Anyways- Hope Y'all Enjoyed By Random Takes And, Regardless If Any Of These Teams Happen Or Not, Happy New-TrafficLife-Series Day!

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crossdreamers · 11 months

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New study shows that women have been, and are, hunters too.

Science have been used actively to uphold gender stereotypes and gender roles. One narrative that has served this purpose is that in hunter-gatherer societies men hunt and women gather. This division of labor has been seen as inborn and natural, and has therefore been used to defend a society where men work outside the home and women take care of the kids.

NPR writes:

Until now, the general sense among scientists has been that [the accounts of hunter gatherer societies] overwhelmingly pointed to men mainly hunting and women mainly gathering, with only occasional exceptions, says Robert Kelly, professor of anthropology at the University of Wyoming and the author of influential books and articles on hunter-gatherer societies.

But Kelly says that the views he and others held of the typical gender divisions around hunting were based on anecdotal impressions of the reports they'd been reading, combined with the field work many had engaged in personally. "No one," says Kelly, had done a systematic "tally" of what the observational reports said about women hunting.

Enter the researchers behind the new study: a team from University of Washington and Seattle Pacific University. "We decided to see what was actually out there" on hunting, says the lead researcher Cara Wall-Scheffler, a biological anthropologist.

Wall-Scheffler notes "our goal was to go back to the original ethnographic reports of those populations and see what had actually been written about the hunting strategies."

Their findings — published in the journal PLOS One this week — is that in 79% of the societies for which there is data, women were hunting.

An Awá woman holds hunting bows and arrows in Brazil’s Caru Indigenous Territory in 2017. Photo: Scott Wallace.

The researchers write:

Evidence from the past one hundred years supports archaeological finds from the Holocene that women from a broad range of cultures intentionally hunt for subsistence. These results aim to shift the male-hunter female-gatherer paradigm to account for the significant role females have in hunting, thus dramatically shifting stereotypes of labor, as well as mobility.

To be fair, a lot of researchers have questioned these stereotypes before. The main culprits have been researchers from a field called “evolutionary psychology”, a discipline notorious for its development of pseudo-scientific theories aimed at reinforcing gender roles.

However, the narrative has spread to text books and popularized versions in the media. It fits the prejudices of many and is therefore considered good content by many editors.

"I think that next to the myth that God made a woman from man's rib to be his helper, the myth that man is the hunter and woman is the gatherer is probably the second most enduring myth that naturalizes the inferiority of women," says Kimberly Hamlin, a professor of history at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio.

It has fueled the idea, she says, that "men are supposed to be violent, they're supposed to be aggressive – one of the core elements in the soup of toxic masculinity."

Read the whole article here.

See also:

The Myth of Man the Hunter: Women’s contribution to the hunt across ethnographic contexts

Shattering the myth of men as hunters and women as gatherers

Do animals have genders? Are there transgender animals? A scientist find some clues among chimpanzees.

Top illustration: Artists depiction of female hunter 9,000 years ago in ancient Peru. Source: Matthew Verdolivo / UC Davis IET Academic Technology Services

#gender #gender roles #bad science #hunter gatherer #queer #transgender #gender variance #gender nonconforming #lgbt #science #sexism #toxic masculinity

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lesbianlotties · 1 year

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Yellowjackets' The Locked Tomb AU:

more thoughts at the end. very much spoilers for the locked tomb

The Ninth House Necromancer: Lottie Cavalier: Natalie

The Second House Necromancer: Mari Cavalier: Akilah

The Third House Necromancers: Jackie & Shauna Cavalier: Jeff

The Fourth House Necromancer: Gen Cavalier: Melissa

The Fifth House Necromancer: Laura Lee Cavalier: Coach Scott

The Sixth House Necromancer: Taissa Cavalier: Van

The Seventh House Necromancer: Misty Cavalier: Crystal

The Eight House Necromancer: Travis Cavalier: Javi

The Ninth House: Lottie and Natalie as enemies to lovers (enemies to i'll get a diy lobotomy for you). What if Lottie was goth, and a nun, and a lesbian (she already is), and a very powerful necromancer, and also the result of mass genocide? What if Natalie had nothing but aviator sunglasses, a cool ass sword, porn magazines, and her profound hatred (and even deeper devotion) for Lottie? Lottie has visions, Nat just wants to escape her hometown, Lottie makes bone marrow soup, everyone is into Nat, Lottie is constantly bleeding, childhood enemies to only we can stop Misty Quigley

The Second House: i'm going to be honest, i don't have a lot for this one, but hey they are an inseparable duo, kinda gay, and Mari's self-righteous ass having an extremely tragic fate (pit girl hello) seems good enough to me!

The Third House: i feel very strongly about this one!!! twins or not. Jackie and Shauna's codependent relationship would nicely match the Tridentarious dynamic!!! eat her ear, eat her soul, you know? the misconception that Shauna was living under Jackie's shadow when all this time Shauna was the real necromancer hello??? And Jeff just being there... nobody cares about Jeff.

The Fourth House: listen. they're just kids. they die too soon. they were having fun. i needed more characters alright??

The Fifth House: maybe a lesbian and a gay man can be a wholesome marriage you know? no no but seriously. they are not married, they are besties, they are kind, they would invite everyone to dinner, and Laura Lee's ghost would save Lottie from dying at some point!!!

The Six House: also feeling good about this one! I mean, just picture Tai saying "Van... Go Loud." insane!!!! and of course they would be besties with the 9th. and of course Tai would be the smartest one around and she knows it. also!! who else is going to get their souls merged together huh??? look me in the eye and tell me Van wouldn't choose the name Paul. you can't

The Seventh House: this one!! Misty as Cytherea!! she's small and frail and dying and actually!! she's going to kill all of you <33 also Crystal acting a little too happy? even though her eyes look so dead? yeah there's a reason for that!!

The Eight House: i'm going to be honest with you guys here. i ran out of characters. apologies to Javi.

#i had a vision and this happened okay? please give me all your thoughts #yellowjackets #the locked tomb #lottienat #shaunajackie #taivan #yj #tlt #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #laura lee #misty quigley

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urunknownwanderer · 3 months

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Sup, man. Wanted to leave shit about me here so yall can know me more:)

• I'm 11-12 years old, don't try me.

• My pronounces are He/him(Trans)

• Sexuality: Pansexual, Asexual(maybe?)

• I love music:3

• I might post rarely, because I'm very busy, and mainly because I'm trying to think about what to post without getting hate. I'm being careful. So please, If I post something offensive, calmly tell me, and I'll try my best to apologize.

• I'm in-between Satanism, and Christianity. (I love bible lore)

• No, I don't worship Satan. Just following Satan's rules or Satanism rules. (idfk what these are called, bro.)

• Please be respectful here. [this one doesn't count as info abt me.]

• I'll mostly post OC art.

• If you want me to draw your OC, just let me know:)

• I'll probably use the hellpark artstyle because I find it really easy to use. No, I won't say that it's my style.

• womp womp

• I'm Filipino:D

• My personality type is ISTP

fandoms I'm In:

Hellpark

South park

Fear Street

Puppet Combo

Hazbin hotel

Helluva Boss

Scott Pilgrim

Sally Face

Corpse Party

Friday Night Funkin

Music taste(Idrk why i put it here, it's just for fun.):

AC/DC

Radiohead

Green day

Nirvana (MY FAVV😍)

New Found Glory

My Chemical Romance

Ghost (I don't listen to this band that much, sorry.)

Alex G

Bowling For Soup

System Of A Down

Simple Plan

Sum 41

Arctic Monkeys

Incubus

Coheed and Cambria

The Click Five

Slipknot

Mother Mother

Topline Addicts

The Front Bottoms

Panic! At The Disco

Mindless Self Indulgence

Mitski

But sometimes...:

Mccafferty

Dirt Poor Robins

Gorillaz

The Crane Wives

Ado

Weezer

Måneskin

Blink-182

Destroy Boys

Paramore

The Living Tombstone

Three Days Grace

Foxy Shazam

Dom Fera

Things I Love:

Music

Sleep

My room

Guitars

Sharks

Dogs

Cats

Hamsters

MY FAV CHARACTERS😍

The moon

Space

Nirvana

When someone asks me to name songs from a band I know (some people gets annoyed by that, but not me. I'd gladly name songs if ya want me to)

Here's a few artists I love! (Istg they're so talented)

@koffeeaddiction

@invisible-hidden

@yuarose

@chickenstab

Uh... Homies?

@hyperjello

@theonewhoseeksart

Things I might post:

OC art

Possibly fanarts.

Random shit

I don't know anymore

Gore

I might update this post more because there might be a few more things I forgot to add.

That's it.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!:)

#things about me #srsly be respectful here #music #oc #information #small art blog #art #artists on tumblr #lgbtq #lgbtqia

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antvnger · 2 months

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Is there a food you don't understand why it exists? Like I was at some mom and pop grocery store yesterday and I saw bread with egg in it. Like I mean you look at the bread and could see EGG. Like I couldn't tell if it was scrambled or what but yeah. Why is that a thing?

Cooked egg in bread, huh? I gotta say, Anon, that really is something. I’ve never seen that before. Wonder what that tastes like?

I never understood why cold soup was a thing. Like soup is not supposed to be cold. Soup is supposed to warm you from your toes to your eyes. And you eat it with a grilled cheese or something like that. Or in a bread bowl.

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #anon asks #weird foods #cooked egg in bread #cold soups #grilled cheese #ant man #antman

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hi-its-chaos · 10 months

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Under The Same Stars

Scott wasn't sure what he was doing. It was far past midnight and the only light he had was that of the crescent moon. He rests his weight on the balcony rails as he runs his hand through ginger hair. It's cold out with nothing but a night shirt and hastily thrown on pants and some slippers to avoid touching the stone floor. It's been so long...

"Hello stars," Scott speaks quietly into the air "I don't know if you're listening....or if this is even the right thing to do,"

Scott sighs as a cool breeze breaks his train of thought. He really should have gotten a bathrobe from his room but despite his bed being just within the doors, Scott remains outside in the cold. This was ludicrous, talking to stars. They're nothing but balls of light in the sky far, far away. Talking to them like Acho did is insane and going to get him nowhere.

"I don't honestly know why I'm doing this," Scott admits

He looks down from the midnight sky to gaze down into the Herons base. It seemed like everyone else in the place was asleep including his own parents. The lights were out leaving nothing but street lamps and path lights to keep the place aglow. This was his home. So why didn't it feel like it?

"I miss him, stars," Scott says without lifting his gaze "it feels like just yesterday we'd be trying to sneak a glass from Christian and fall from the parkour at the tavern. Now... Now I don't even know if he's still alive,"

Taking a breath, Scott feels another cold breeze come through past his eyes giving enough leeway for a stray tear to fall. He shouldn't think like that. Acho will be fine and come home eventually... Right?

"Sorry, I shouldn't speak like that. Maybe he's just out there making a name for themself like we always dreamed of. Maybe star's out there talking to you right now. Maybe he's on his way home right now and they'll be at the docks by daylight,"

There's another pause and Scott wonders how long he's been outside. It also makes him wonder how much longer he'll remain out here before the cold gets too bitter on his fingertips.

"Can I be honest, stars? I don't think he'll be at the docks even by tomorrow night. I think he's gone. Stars? Was it me? Did I push them away in search of a legacy? Is legacy worth it without him? Home doesn't feel right without star...,"

It's terrifying how everyone around Scott seemed to move on from Acho. There are new faction members like Cleo and Soup that have never met Scott's brother. Sausage the kestrel has probably never heard of Acho Denholm and the mere thought that the man never will strikes fear in Scott's heart. The world is forgetting star and Scott is standing by and letting it happen.

"Hey stars? Can you carry a message for me? Can you tell Acho that he always has a home with me? Can you... Can you tell him that I'll wait for them? Maybe... Maybe you can make sure star has good dreams or has enough to eat? You see, he forgets sometimes," Scott gives a choked off laugh "Id always have to poke him to eat healthy. They'd eat berries at every meal if they could,"

Scott watches a firefly blinking its way across his vision as he listens to the crickets and the owls sing. A bat swoops down to catch its prey and swallow the bug whole. It makes Scott wonder about his place in the world. Will he be a footnote in history as the lonely Denholm son or will he be known as a great Heron? Is that even what he wants? It's hard to tell; it's hard to know.

"I should go back inside, stars," Scott sighs "I don't even know what time it is but Mother will have my head if I get a cold from staying out all night. Goodnight stars… goodnight Acho,"

As Scott turns away from the stars, he misses the shooting star cross the night sky. Watching that same star fly its path is none other than Acho Denholm. As Scott curls back into the warmth of his bed and gazes through the now closed balcony doors, Acho remains cold on his bed roll with the company of constellations and no one else. The youngest Denholm brother sighs before speaking.

"Hello stars. It's been awhile, at least it feels that way. I'm questioning if I made the right choice… heading back home. Being a pirate is all I've ever known and I've done too much to do anything else now. I thought leaving would make things easier but… did running away help anything? Did I make everything worse?"

Acho hugs their knees close as he takes a deep breath. If they close their eyes, he can almost imagine the sounds of the Heron base he grew up in. Star can almost imagine the paths Scott would chase him through or the taste of Christians cider he'd make non-alcoholic just for the boys. It feels like it's right there but Acho knows it's so far away and almost unreachable.

"I don't regret leaving my parents but… I miss Scott. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair to leave him alone to deal with everything. Maybe I could have stayed? No. It was killing me, being there," Acho buries their face in his knees "I'm so conflicted, stars,"

Looking up from between his knees, Acho sits and watches the stars twinkle and shine. Scott could probably name a hundred constellations being held up in the sky but all the names and shapes evaded Acho. Star looks at the jacket laying by his side knowing his brother held a similar garment. Maybe he was making the right choice.

"Good night stars… I think I'll make the last leg of my return at sunrise. Maybe I'll be by the faction docks by tomorrow night. Maybe… maybe I'll find my place in the world,"

Acho takes a deep breath before pulling up the bed roll and tucking himself in. With one last look at the stars Acho closes their eyes and hopes for a better tomorrow.

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((This has been posted on ao3 under the same name so don't be shocked if you see it there!))

#mcyt #pirates smp #pirates #ggacho #p!scott #scott denholm #scott smajor #pirate scott #p!acho #scurvyblr #acho denholm #dangthatsalongname

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