#that second shot hurt though what the fuck 💀💀

[positivitylane112]

Warnings : None. YANDERE . Suggestive themes. Injury [?].

Word Count : 2.6k[2668]

Pairing: PAY [Pro Athlete Yandere] x Undercover [not really] Female Athlete Reader

Author’s Note: It's me again :) I am here today to share with you 1 of my SCENARIOS THAT I DAYDREAM ABOUT ON THE DAILY.[I feel like spoiling you today😻] each of them is gonna be separate because like I said , I don’t think I can control myself with how much I write and I may end up writing a whole novel. So before I end up doing that I’ll just write one and post it and then the next and so on. [look at me already going off script and writing everything] ALSO THESE ARE ALL SURROUNDING PRO ATHLETE YANDERE. He’s my favorite yandere 🥹❤️ [HE’S REALLY SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE IN THIS ONE] Send some feedback !!! I would love to hear what you think 🥰 but one of scenarios I think about the most is bandaging him up when he gets hurt. This is also with Athletic Reader as well. Also MASSIVE shout out to @bxnnybtch for so much of the inspiration behind this wonderful character and this piece. Love you ❤️

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*GITTY UP YOU’RE IN FOR A RIDE . THIS IS A DISCLAIMER❗PUT❗ON❗YOUR ❗️SEATBELTS❗️*

Let’s say that one unfortunate day , you didn’t show up to his match , [as usual]. He’s heavily distracted by the loss of your presence that he’s just not focusing well. His mind is just not on the game and he doesn’t really feel like playing either. Until one of the other team’s teammates starts acting up. Trying his best to rouse him by physically hurting him as much as possible. It started off with just slight shoves and jams at first, but then he got his hands and feet involved.

Yandere doesn’t wish to fight back because he doesn’t think that it’s worth it. He doesn’t want to bicker and argue like little children so he tries not to fight back as much. To be honest he just wants to finish the match as soon as possible to go and find you. His whole day goes by without seeing you and every second of that day he wants nothing more than to bask in your presence and to delve into your arms as you run your hands through his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Every minute of his day that isn’t spent with you is a minute wasted. He does it for you , you know ? Working hard , playing as well as he can , just so you can see and be proud of him. Cheer him on , wear his number on your back , and praise him for how well he played.

But alas , he’s soon snapped out of his daydream as the other team’s teammate , the one which has been bugging him the entirety of the afternoon , comes by and *BOOM* [lmao 💀] bangs into him really hard [fucking hell ☠️]. Now he’s getting upset. He gets up as quickly as possible and starts to get back at him. Shoving him hard and cussing him out [maybe he could’ve just beat the living shit outta him there and just gotten rid of all his pent up anger , or maybe he’s just tired and wants to go home.]

Either way, he doesn’t seem to notice the steady stream of blood that was coming out of a gash across his kneecap to his calf. And the slight headache he had alongside a slowly growing ache on his lower thigh above his cut [on the kneecap] and the torn lip he had from constantly biting it in worry. Before he could though , coaches and medics run up to him and crowd his vision. Followed by a few cameramen who shove cameras in his face trying to get the best shot of his injury as possible. All of it being too much , overwhelming him. He wants nothing more than to shove them aside and to just walk out of this gymnasium and to watch you practice. Just to see you smile and hear you laugh with your friends [NOT HIM] but he couldn’t care. Just seeing you would be medicine enough for him.

But unfortunately he wasn’t able to do that as he was led into the medical room where a nurse came by and patched up his knee. Before giving him Advil for his headache. He listens as her steps grow more distant and sighs in relief. He just wanted to be alone in that moment [more preferably alone with you but you know , that wasn’t really on the menu so he had to improvise] He grabs his pillow and wraps his arms around it as he nuzzles into it. He would do anything to replace that pillow with you. He’s been craving your presence ALL day.

After a few minutes he decided to get back up , and limped out towards the now empty field. Oh no. The nurse forgot to bandage the bruise that was quickly forming on his thigh. Forgetting the pain of it , he walked out towards the side of the field and sat down on the bench. He knew you would be confused if he wasn’t there , and that you would get lost trying to locate him in the big headquarters of the field/stadium. And plus this was y’all’s destined meeting place. you always met here. He counted down the minutes as he waited for you to bust open the door and to greet him with the love and attention he missed today. He hears the doors open and he hears your frantic breaths and your out of breath-ness as you spill out apologies of being late AGAIN.

You speed walk over as you continue to ramble on about how you didn’t notice the time , how you had somewhere important to be [🤭😝] , and that you wouldn’t be late again. As you walk though , your steps grow slower and your mouth shuts as you pull your eyes away from the ground and look up at him with a confused look on your face. Normally he’s the one running towards YOU when he hears the doors opening. Giving you a massive hug as he squeezes you and tries to make up for all the lost time , rambling about how the game went , and how he missed you.

So how is it that today he’s sitting on a bench just short of a couple feet away from you watching your every move intently with a solemn look on his face ? Why is he just sitting there , eyebrows scrunched , eyes wide , lips pursed, and hair tousled ? You do a once over. Eyes trailing from his soft face to his firm chest and wide shoulders to his waist and v-line and down to his shoe clad feet. And that’s when you see it. The bandage on his knee. You rush to sit beside him . Your voice immediately grows softer and your touch is 100x more gentle as you pull him into a hug , one hand softly rubbing his back and the other on the back of his head. You can feel something went wrong as he clings to you , hands fisting your t-shirt holding you close. Almost worried that you would pull away.

“What happened?” You whisper softly.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” he replies.

So you don’t. It’s as simple as that. You try to move so that you both could be in a more comfortable position. Because you don't want to make him feel uncomfortable, seeing that he was kinda hunched over and into you and you sat straight and to the side. You put your hand on his knee as you tried to move him closer to you. That’s when you hear a sharp hiss coming out of his mouth. You IMMEDIATELY stop what you’re doing and pull him away so he can look at you. Frown on his lips and eyes glazed over. Apologies quietly slipping out of your mouth as you move him into a sitting position with his back leaning on the back of the bench. [it’s one of those park benches] You walk in front of him and crouch down inspecting his injury. You see the bandage. White with a spill of red in the middle , indicating that the wound had bled , meaning it was serious. Right where his athletic shorts ended , you could see a sliver of red underneath.

You looked up at him and with the MOST attention you could muster and said “can I …?” Indicating that you wanted to lift the shorts up just a tiny bit to inspect his swollen bruise.

Till now he hadn’t said a single word , just quietly taking in your presence that he had been denied of this whole day . He replies “m hm” nodding his head as well in the softest way he could. You could’ve sworn your heart burst out of your chest right then and there. You slowly and softly shuffle his shorts up a few inches and you immediately see the angry purple bruise which was swollen and looked like it needed medical attention urgently. You look up at him with a worried expression on your face, just to see that he had been observing you this whole time tilting his head to the side in confusion. You softly talk him through the injury and explain to him that you needed to put something on it. Or it would just get worse. He silently nods along with what you have to say.

“I’m gonna need to patch this up ok ?” You say.

“M hm” comes his reply

You reach over and grab your bag. You pull out a tube of ointment and look up at him one more time to take in his expression. He’s looking down at you with his bottom lip in his teeth and eyebrows furrowed expecting the pain. You squeeze some balm onto your left hand and put the tube back down.

“Here you can just squeeze my hand as tight as you need whenever you feel too much pain” you tell him as you hold his left [our right] hand in your right hand. He eagerly intertwines your hands together as he looks down at you with a patient expression. You look back down and start to slowly apply the ointment on the outer edges of the bruise first. He hisses when you start and squeezes your hand. As he tries to stay quiet he hears you gently utter praises for him. Making him feel warm and tingly inside. Soft praises like , ‘ you’re doing so well ! ’ or ‘ so good for me ’ But as you start moving towards the main part of the bruise he starts to bite down on his lip.

Hard.

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Enough to draw blood.

You finish it up by putting a bandage over it , just so that the ointment doesn’t get everywhere. And wait…

Wait a second.

Did he just hear you say ‘good boy’ ? It was so small that he’s not even sure if you noticed it fall out of your mouth . He turns his face up to the night sky for a quick second. You can’t see him like this. His mouth runs dry and his brain turns to mush. His jaw is slack and his breaths are coming out in short , fast pants. He tries to collect himself as he looks back down at you , a bead of sweat trailing down the right side of his face and a slight red hue covering his cheeks. You make eye contact with him as you kiss over the top of his bandage.

His breath hitches. It felt like a split second , your lips skimmed the top of his bandage and quickly moved away. But it felt like heaven. His knees went weak. And he felt so embarrassed that he just wanted to bury his head in your shoulder to escape your attentive gaze. You quickly got up and leaned down so you could inspect his face. Your hands on either side of his face , pulling him closer to you so could inspect his lip. Chills ran up his spine. Why couldn't you cup his face like this all the time ? And maybe leave a few kisses here and there ? He deserves it , don’t ya think ?

“Oh noo :( what’s this?” You ask as you see the tiny bit of blood that had managed to escape from his lips when he bit there a few moments before.

Something clicked in his mind as he felt your thumb slowly graze alongside his bottom lip. Eyes fluttering close , lips parting. Effectively making him shudder in desperation. He had to make it look worse than it was so that maybe just maybe you would . . . He gives his all into trying to make himself more miserable so you would shower him in all your affection and touch. He makes his eyes water and his lips tremble.

“Oh no :('' you reply. You thought it over. Really thought it over. Should you …?

YES YES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

His thoughts are interrupted when he feels your lips on his. Giving him a small peck. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he leans into you. His hands are clenching around the edge of the bench and he’s shuffling closer to the edge , putting you closer to him , in between his legs. He feels you pull away.

NO

He wanted that to last longer :(

You quickly reanalyze your movements. You put your supplies back in your bag , too flustered to look at him. While he’s just sitting there literally looking like this ‘😵‍💫’ emoji , head foggy , whole body shivering and his body sweating. Just sitting there unable to move as he licks his lips. He can taste your fruity lip balm. He’s going crazy. What do you mean ‘going?’ He already was crazy, now he’s just addicted. He wants more , he can’t get enough. After all that love you just showed him [it HAS to be love. That wasn’t anything else besides love] he’s not sure if he can even spend the night away from you.

Meanwhile you’re going crazy wondering ‘why tf would I do that?’ as you zip up your backpack and snap him out of his daze. You tell him that it was late at night and that it was time to go. He seems very closed off. You think. Did I do something wrong 😥? You wonder.

“Here just lean on me” you tell him as you put his left arm around your shoulders and place your right arm around his waist and help him walk out the gymnasium and into your car. You turn on the radio to escape from the awkward silence of the quiet car. You drive him to his house pulling up to park your car in front of his driveway. You open the door for him and help him back again , this time into his house. As you take off his shoes and help him get into his bed , you tuck him in before saying ‘goodnight’ and shutting his bedroom door and then his house door.

Wait, why are you leaving? He thinks as he sees you walk out of his house and back into your car from his bedroom window. No wait , he doesn’t want you to leave. He doesn’t want you away from him anymore. But he can’t do anything about it because sleep takes over as soon as his head touches the pillow. He had a hard day. He needed the rest.

On the other hand , you’re in the shower just rethinking everything you did. You knew he had a little bit of a crush on you but WHY WOULD YOU KISS HIM ?! Even if it was a harmless peck ?! You didn’t want to lead him on , especially when you didn’t really think of him in that way. You just stayed in the shower another half hour as you thought about how you were going to face him tomorrow.

-H

#yandere #yandere x reader #pro athlete yander #sub yandere #positivitylane112 #athletic reader #female reader

[apoptoses]

DA here🥹 JUST had the chance to read chapters 5 and 6 back to back and holy fuck 🥵 the moment Armand started being horny on main I knew we were in for a good time, bb boy couldn’t even THINK straight (and I can’t blame him, not even a little bit). Daniel being all gentlemanly and sweet and holding out Armand’s hand when he had to jump past a puddle (MY HEART) while Armand's single braincell was trying its best to prevent him from jumping Daniel right then and there lmfaoo the dynamic of all time I swear 🥹  

That first kiss delivered and then some! That second one did too of course and I love how completely different they were from each other (passionate yet innocent vs. "I want you to tear me apart NOW”). “Bold as the boy with the axe” pls that’s my no. 1 boy right there! No one does it better than him. If there was a moment for Amadeo to come back in full force... this was 100% it, and Daniel had earned the right to experience him fully. He earned his immortality along with the right to drag Amadeo up Lestat’s staircase.  

“Slut. Armand moaned at the word. He’d asked Daniel to call him that years ago, back when he’d been mortal. When he was just a nervous and submissive thing, unable to do it with any seriousness” lmao holy shit this took me OUT. On one hand it’s hot as fuck but otoh I can easily see this thing having gone like “five times Daniel tried to call Armand a slut in bed and the one time it actually worked” 💀💀💀 it makes perfect sense to have finally happened post-reunion though. Daniel always had it in him imo (see: their little reverse roleplay where Daniel pretended to be a vampire and manhandled Armand and bit him with all of his strenght while Armand was the “human” and went all pliant for him etc), but he had to go through some shit to finally be able to embrace his full relaxed daddy potential. He’ll hold your hand, he’ll pet your head, he’ll call you a slut and fuck you up. King shit. And this: “When I’m fighting against you it’s so safe. With you I’m so free.” love everything about it 😭Of course he’d feel safe enough with Daniel to switch back to being a sub, with the knowledge that they’re equals now, and that Daniel can actually match his stenght (in a bedroom context) and hurt him without actually hurting him. 

No further notes, perfection as usual. I don’t ever want this to end but at the same time I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with next! ❤️

DA!! I was wondering how you were doing!!

Writing Armand vampire-horny for his man was so fun, like in DM times he looks at Daniel like his little experiment a lot because he's so detached from his inner self. But now he's not! He's got all kinds of needs and he's worked up and he wants. In a way he hasn't since he was 17 and watching Marius go on his little murder spree at that banquet. Armand has always been hot for death, it's impressive he repressed that for as long as he did tbh

I'm glad the kisses worked!! I wanted them to have a loving kiss and a filthy kiss and I just had to give them both 🥹

“five times Daniel tried to call Armand a slut in bed and the one time it actually worked” This is the funniest fucking thing because it's true. During DM their power dynamic was so set in stone imo I just can't see mortal Daniel pulling it off knowing how much more powerful Armand was than him. It could only happen when they're both vampires (or like maybe if mortal Daniel was drunk enough to let his inhibitions down haha) so I think that's why it fit here.

And idk I just think it's hot for Daniel to run the show. He's such a man, he's got it in him!! He just needed to be asked to do it, and to know Armand really wanted it. At the end of the day they both know Armand calls the shots but Daniel is perfectly capable of handling things if he wants to lay back and give over control, even in a non-sexual sense.

their little reverse roleplay where Daniel pretended to be a vampire and manhandled Armand and bit him with all of his strenght while Armand was the “human” and went all pliant for him etc God I always forget that happened, I need to work that into a fic of its own because that's such a charged moment for them. Like being so desperate for Armand's blood that he'd try to gnaw through his skin? Hot!! Things I can't believe happened in canon!! Anne really gave us everything in that one chapter honestly.

I'm so happy you were into it ♥ I was kinda nervous sharing this because we don't see a ton of Daniel in charge in fic, so I wasn't sure how receptive people would be. But everyone seems pretty positive so maybe I'll do more with him like this 🥹

#dungeon anon #apoptoses answers #blood sanation

[freshmanyearhistoryteacher]

hello i just found your blog and this is exactly what i was hoping for my blog omg i love it sm ,,,

can i possibly request a male english teacher with a breeding kink? i just want to get knocked up by an older man it hurts so bad ,,, student can be female or nb either is fine <33

UNFINISHED im sorry im so sick rn it hurts to exist. Also I've literally got such a back up of requests this user doesn't even have an account anymore 💀 💀  I hope they see it tho lmfao

Warning, contains:

mentions of how creepy the dynamic is

pet names

no sex surprisingly

Word count: 1, 530

It was an odd day. The weather hadn't been annoyingly warm nor bone chillingly cool. Classes seemed to fade past without the constant dragging of time usually accompanying them despite the final exams which crawled ever closer. She sat at the back of the class, though only a few chairs were still filled as the option of a "study break" had been offered to those already finished with assigned course work, with her hair tied back and pen scribbling across half filled paper. Three books balanced on the corner of her desk, the cover held down with a collection of pens which she rotated through as she changed from topic to topic and attempted a system of colour coding doomed to fail the second she left the class.

From the front of the room her teacher watched. He would have, if he'd been able to, spared more thought to the fact that it was very obvious that his eyes had not left her, but he was too transfixed to look away. It was the way short wisps of her hair blew in the breeze of the fan left on at the front of the class and the way she tapped her pen between questions. It was wrong. So awfully wrong. But he couldn't stop the itching that covered his skin and the flush that it bought to his cheeks. fuck, he thought, he should have worn looser pants today. But even the thought of having to pre-plan his outfits just for her made his skin itch more. He shifted his eyes to his desk, pretending to read an assessment by some lower grade student he couldn't remember the name of. He wanted… needed to touch her. It wasn't fair that she got to sit there, biting her perfect round lips, and he was forced to stay here. This was infuriating. He felt helpless, needy… out of control. He needed to make her his, needed to prove that he could. He scratched the stubble on his chin. He had often thought about how she felt about him, if she shared the same sentiment. The blushing glances and embarrassed brushes of hands as tests were handed out sure seemed to suggest she did. Even the way her friends stared at her every time he walked past in the hall made his heart stammer with pride. He glanced up from the desk and met her eyes, which widened and shot back down to the paper in front of her as she searched for where she had been last writing desperately. He smirked softly, glancing back down at his desk as well, only to feel her eyes once again return to him. Only after a torturous amount of time did the bell ring. Leaving enough time for him to desperately wonder what she had been thinking and how much of her work had been done in order to only seem busy whilst staring at him instead of truly caring for the classes. And exactly enough time for her to debate if he even cared or if her friends were correct in their assumption that the obsession was entirely one sided from her.

The room emptied yet she had not moved and he now waited standing near the door. The old wood slipped from his hands and clicked shut softly, causing her eyes to flicker up in the middle of her sentence but quickly move back down. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, her skin flushed, and her mind racing. She had planned to stay, and now she was here, and she was so unsure of herself. It was fooling to think he would want her but… He hadn't suggested she leave, in fact he was just looking at her with his head tilted to the side. She watched as he ran a seemingly frustrated hand through his hair and her anxiety spiked. Would he kick her out? Would he allow her to stay but leave himself? Would he stay with her?… Would he let her talk to him? Hug him? Do much much more than just that? A shiver crept over her skin. He pressed a hand to the door and she was sure he was about to swing it back open and demand she go home, yet he only seemed to ensure that it had closed and take a step forwards. He was moving slowly, cautiously, as if she was an animal to be scared. "Nothing is wrong," she blurting in fear that he had thought her staying was only at the benefit of cramming more study in. he smiled softly and nodded. "I'm glad," he said, tone low and barely above a whisper. He seemed so gentle and it confused her. He hadn't been a necessarily mean teacher, though she had only had him for this year where senior students were granted more leniency than others, but it seemed odd and it was her turn to tilt her head. It seemed as though their expressions took turns, each filtering between flustered and poorly hiding it, and curious as to the intentions of the other.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a small voice as he reached her desk. Her pens were still spread across the desk and her books, pages a mess, and phone thrown to the side. But he didn't respond. He stopped when he stood directly beside her, only half a step from disappearing from her sight as she remained staring forwards. He kept his eyes fixed on the back wall covered in work and posters. "I've been curious," he began. "How have you…" he seemed to reconsider his question before continuing, "enjoyed this class so far?" She turned her head to him, seeing mainly the lower area of his shirt which tucked into his pants unevenly. She blushed despite the so far, however strange, still formal nature of their conversation and layers of clothes between her face and his skin. "it's been good, I guess," she said and then stumbled to correct. "I've really liked it, I meant." He chuckled slightly and nodded. He leant back on his heels, shifting his weight awkwardly before tilting his head to the roof. An exasperated laugh escaped his lips. "It is final year english, there is only so much I can teach you that you would not already have known." She forced a small laugh but concern washed over her face. "Are you ok?" she asked and he grunted, still staring at the ceiling. He hummed and turned towards her desk, her face nearly brushing with his stomach from how close he had managed to position himself. His hands came to rest on her desk and his feet stepped back and he leant down to her. "I'm great, really just.." he was talking through gritted teeth, "really great." He stood up again, remaining further away this time. "And you I imagine aregood, perfectly good. Had class today, decided to stay back now for some extra study I am no doubt interrupting." She lurched forward with her hand to interrupt in fear of her presence being diminished to a simple study session alone. "No!" He met her eyes. "No!" She blushed, "No." She swallowed the ball in her throat. "I didn't stay to study… at least not alone." He hummed again, hands in his pockets and weight shifting around anxiously. Yet, his face was nearly predatory in contrast to the unsure posture. "Then what?" He asked, pupils dilating. "I was hoping," she paused. What had she been hoping for? Did she really expect him to want her like that? He was her teacher and he knew better… she was nobody to him. "Just to see… my grade?" Even to her own ears she sounded unsure and his body seemed to flicker between smug amusement and uncertainty. "Ok," he said as he turned his head away. "I can show you if you really want but you've passed every assessment with flying colours I mean. You really aren't worried about your grades right?" She nodded her head yet they both knew she had nothing to be concerned with.

He crossed the classroom space in as few steps as possible, his head bursting with confusion. Why did she stay then? Did she actually care so much about her grade? Why was that cute to him? Did she not want him like that? Had he been the creep he had been so afraid to be? His hand connected with the cold case of his laptop and he returned just as fast to her desk. He found her grades within seconds and presented them to her on her desk, Clearing a few of the papers out of his way first. "You haven't dipped below a 70 all year I mean," he seemed confused and she blushed harder. His breath was hot on her ear from how close he had learnt in but he seemed entirely unaware of it. She could smell the caffeine on his breath and faded cologne on his neck. It made her dizzy in a way which made her body pulse with excitement. She wondered if he could smell her too?

#tcc #tc #teacher crush #I dont know why i still write this #its like my own personal hell #teacher x student #student #school girl vibes #fanfic #au #nsft #unfinished #student x teacher #teacher crush community #i hate these tags but they autofill themselves and im like a monkey who cant stop hitting the funny coloured buttons #or a baby with keys in their face who wont stop trying to eat them bc they look like fun coloured candy #ok goodnight i havent slept yet and it's 9am and i have the flu < #3 #<3 #wow

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

I think deep on time and death

Not time of death but time and death

I think deep about it because time takes everything away from us

Time takes away experiences time takes away emotion time takes away people time slowly corrodes and rust things

Time slowly kills you time is the great change of the universe and time only steals everything from people it robs the knowledge of the future of the past

The most evil force in the universe is not the darkness it's time

Time is true evil time is evil personified time is pure evil

! ! ! TIME ! DON'T GIVE A FUK ABOUT YO FEELING'S ! ! !

If you think about it everything goes away in time

Loved ones, experience, proof of things you're talking about.

Even your memory goes in time and eventually so will you 💀

Time is the most horrible thing there is I mean in time you're giving wisdom knowledge but how long until you forget that ?

Constantly pushes things moves things changes things corrode things build things up just to break them down and kill them

Time turns the seed into a tree then the tree into a pile of Ash

Time turns the baby into a man and then a man into a pile of bones

😢

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Time makes it rain and then a disaster happens time is what happens right before someone gets struck by lightning

Time is what happens work before someone gets raped or shot a couple seconds ago it didn't happen and a couple seconds later it did

🙁

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Time turns into a puppy into a dog, a dog into someone's best friend and then takes it away from you

. . .

Time destroys civilizations destroyed planets and even deities die within time

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Time is truly the most evil force in existence it's not the darkness, it's Darkness exist within time

😭

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And bits of time you will have pleasure and then all you will go extinct at one point

And you wonder why I don't take life so serious you wonder why I take not even spirituality is here if you wonder why I don't even take God serious even though I met him on multiple times

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I'm broken, I'm more beyond hurt I'm dead inside I'm a red dead on the inside I suffered so much in my existence I don't know anything is anymore ?!

I don't know how to do anything anymore because I've gone so far beyond I'm trying to send it nihilism

nihilism is the first stepping stone to understanding all that is shallow

Even all the companies in the world will be destroyed at one point think about 10 to 20 years ago all the companies that were they just seem like permanent permanent Staples in society and other dead where's my space that thing with planting with effing huge 10 years ago

Or was it 15 years ago ?

I know it one time Hot topic was one of the most popular stores in America now it's almost dead

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Time changes Everything time shifted everything time Brith's you grows you kills you and moves on

Time don't Give a Fuck

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Time is colder than a sociopath and you don't get one feeling than a sociopath or a robot and time is colder than ice

😐

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There are places in time that are magical and wonderful but we'll never know them because they're all dead

. . .

At one time the universe had a bunch more energy but those experiences are all spent and now it's all dead

. . .

Most of the human race is dead

. . .

The vast majority Humanity all those experiences warm moments magical moments holy moment deep moment spiritual moments are gone

And soon the alien agenda will take full swing and the rest last for the humanity will be completely dead

2023

I'm just a messenger

From the Grays, I'm just a messenger the vast majority of us are hidden Society

There are many of us but we're closest Society they who made Humanity know how to close their hybrid to make them look very blendable

Camouflage, hidden

And I liked my Gray skin but the Grays wouldn't let me have it it was beautiful but I had to lose and have this ugly white skin

😡

I was beautiful keyword "Was"

[loriane-elmuerto]

Fun Facts + Octavia 🔫😑

i looked away for ONE SECOND

oc questions

1. Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes?

I think she would fit the Loyalist trope the most, mostly due to the fact that despite her previous fuck ups, Tavi always remained a SHIELD agent, personally in debt to Coulson, who recruited her and overlooked her past mistakes. She stayed by the team’s side even when Gonzalez promised to formally pardon her and restore her reputation.

As for the archetype, she’s The Everyman, because Octavia has always longed to belong somewhere. Her family, although glad at first, decided to turn away from her when they realized their daughter was being trained to harm people. Most of SHIELD looked away when she got her informant killed and lost vital intel. Once she found her place on the Bus, she started to spread the same air of acceptance towards every soul that needs it.

2. Do they play any instruments? Sports?

Not a musical person, but she enjoys playing voleyball in her free time!

3. What are some items they always carry?

One of the conditions presented by Fury and Coulson that she could work back in the field was that she needs to always be available for communication - be it a phone, an ear piece, anything else, so there’s that. She also carries a knife, hidden somewhere on her body. Other than that, she carries around a backpack with the essentials - water bottle, wallet, documents, sometimes a gadget from Fitzsimmons.

4. Do they collect anything?

Knives. This weirdo collects knives. That’s just her combat collection. In her normal life, Tavi collects small music boxes, despite the fact that she isn’t a musical person. She likes the hypnotizing effect they have on her when she watches the figurines inside spin.

5. What position do they sleep in?

On her left side or her stomach, so that she could breathe easily and sleep better that way.

6. Which emoji would they use the most?

💀 🔪 👌

7. What languages do they speak?

Portuguese, English, some Spanish.

8. What’s their favorite expletive?

“Merda” or “motherfucker”. Look, she tries to be tough but kind, but she’s filled with rage half of the time

9. What’s their favorite candle scent?

Currently it would be First Light Candle, because it reminds her of her treks in the mountains, and that amazing feeling of fresh air. It’s not strong, and clears her head.

10. What songs remind you of them?

JMSN - Where Do U Go

Hurts - Beautiful Ones

Rocket Launch - Bear McCreary (Agents of SHIELD OST)

11. Which animal would you say represents them?

I believe it would be the raven, because it’s a symbol of rebirth and transformation, something that is Tavi’s very core: her transformation from a reject to a reliable agent and family member.

12. What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

I think she’d be a regular normie. Like, she has friends and interests, but she isn’t anything special :/ OR, she could be a jock (minus the bullying part)

13. What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?

Anything that makes you start talking to the Lord. She LOVES adrenaline, so her go-tos are double shot (a drop tower) and the freak out (i think that’s what it’s called?)

14. Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else?

Well, at first she had her doubts, but when Loki and the Chitauri invaded in 2012, she had 0 doubts for aliens. After this event, and after the discovery of Inhumans, Octavia doesn’t know what to believe anymore. Though she likes to think ghosts aren’t real, it helps her sleep better at night. Reincarnation? After seeing how Hive infiltrates bodies, she’s sure it can be a real thing.

15. Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays?

No, Tavi is agnostic. Especially when she finds out that the Kree have been influencing humans from behind the scenes. 

As for holidays, yes, she celebrates! When she joined the Academy, she celebrated with a friend or two, then alone, then she started celebrating with Coulson’s team. It helps her keep her spirits up.

16. Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue?

I believe the most prominent mix of sins would be envy and wrath, as she always longed and was jealous of the family support other people had. And she was furious when other agents with worse screw-ups were just given a slap on the wrist and accepted back in their communities, while she was thrown into hell for that.

Her heavenly virtue would be patience, because despite her own experience, she likes to sit down with people who screwed up HORRIBLY (Ward) and help them talk it through. She has this believe that some people really do deserve redemption.

17. If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be?

I’ll have to go with The Star! This card represents realizing your core self and rediscovering your sense of meaning, transforming into your new self, something that is essentially Octavia’s whole character arc.

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