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24hlevi · 3 months

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I know we've got Lottie x innocent reader.. But what about th othe yjs 🤔🤔🤔

ooooh 🤭 imma give a few thoughts for each of them cause i love this but can't come up with full hcs sorry. thank you for continuing the innocent reader vision anon 🫶 also this is more with their adult versions in mind!

shauna -

- shauna adores your innocence, she literally thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you two first get together, how you haven't done anything like smoking or drinking, how you wear whatever clothes you want without realizing the way people look at you in said outfits

- she will subconsciously baby you tho, she will of course stop if you say for her to but she loves babying you :( not in like a weird way but just in a nurturing way that shows she loves you dearly

- she has such a thing for marking you up for everyone else to see how your hers and hers only, a smile always forming on her face whenever you don't try to cover it up and you two go out being given weird looks by the amount of hickeys on your neck

- she tries to start out slow with you during your first time with her but she can't help but get rough at the sounds of you whining and moaning just for her :(

nat -

- she's the one who enjoys your innocence the most, the fact that you have barely done anything rebellious in your life leads nat to being the gf who will make you do reckless things and live life to the fullest, maybe getting arrested in the process (oops)

- nat also thinks it's kinda cool that you two are polar opposites when in public and you're wearing the cutest thing possible and she's just in her leather jacket and jeans, she'd rather die than use the word aesthetic for how pleasing it is, but that's what it is lol

- nat is also the biggest on the corruption side of things, to just break down those innocent walls that stop you from whimpering her name underneath her is like winning a prize to her and when you finally let go of feeling shy and innocent, she is going to make sure you know you're hers

- thinking of her teaching you how to ride her strap for the first time and she slowly coaxes you into moving your hips faster and make more pretty noises for her, smiling at your whines before flipping you over and just pounding into you

misty -

- misty definitely takes advantage of your innocence, most of the time without you even realizing it, which makes it better for her in the end when she makes you do things that you wouldn't do otherwise without her there, it gives her a sense of pride and that she's needed

- she also just thinks it's cute when you have little to no idea what's going on or when people try to flirt with you and you just think they're being nice, misty is one to get jealous, but just so she can take you back home and make sure you remember who you belong to

- misty is the second biggest on corruption imo, she loves how innocent you are, buying you pretty revealing clothing to wear around the house so she can have you whenever she wants and seeing your eyes widen when she grabs you by your hips pulling you towards her gets her going so bad she will take you right then and there

- roleplay is huge for misty, especially medical themes, and she loves opening your mind to those things and show you how to have fun and have a good time as well even when she's three gloved fingers inside of you and is degrading you beyond belief mixed with praises

tai -

- the only normal one (jk), tai is one that thinks it's cute and enjoys the way that your innocence is genuine and how it's just how you are, not like you're doing it on purpose or something

- tbh tai doesn't seem like she would get jealous because of it, will she glare daggers at whoever is attempting to flirt with you to the point they back off? yes. but she won't be verbal about it 😭 you go over to her wondering why the overly kind person just left and she's like "ah idk babe" acting like she wasn't killing them with her mind

- tai will make you be verbal with what you want, she won't do anything until you tell her what it exactly is that you want, loving to see the way you break down crumbling and soon start begging for her to do something, anything

- you cannot tell me this woman doesn't have a thing for being called ma'am, like you'd say it as a joke and she would immediately change up and tell you to say it again which leads to a newly found word to use when having sex

van -

- van thinks your innocence is a little silly at first (affectionately), how you don't realize the certain things you do would be seen as flirting or not noticing when others are flirting with you, they think its silly

- they definitely show you all kinds of movies you haven't seen before to expand your horizons of cinema and entertainment, especially the more spicy ones to open your mind to some things 🤭

- van grins so hard when you tell them you wanna try something that you saw in a movie or something else and immediately drops everything to do it, they'll take their time with you to make sure you actually want to do it before going down on you like never before

- van is into experimenting with anything, whatever you wanna do they will gladly do for you, you basically become their pillow princess/prince and they will make sure the neighbors can hear cause they just love the sounds you make when they're pounding into you with their strap

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #shauna shipman x reader #shauna x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #nat x reader #misty quigley x reader #misty x reader #taissa turner x reader #taissa x reader #van palmer x reader #van x reader #yellowjackets thoughts 💭

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ultrone · 11 months

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can you write hcs for how shauna, jackie, natalie and lottie would act in a relationship with reader when:

being jealous:

simping:

being angry:

how would gf shauna, jackie, nat and lottie react when jealous, simping, and angry.

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗠𝗔𝗡

when shauna gets jealous, she gets instantly defensive, acting without thinking first. she’ll prolly stand in the way of whoever's flirting with you and tell them to get the fuck away, as if everyone in the world knew you that the two of you were dating. she's fr not afraid of making a scene, since she's used to making it everyone’s problem whenever she's angry.

i can also see her frequently getting jealous of other people you talk to just because she’s insecure. she’ll probably get upset and question you a lot, so u’d have to give her lots of reassurance to make her feel better.

when simping, she stares at you a lot—whether it is with longing eyes or with in-love eyes, you’ll frequently notice her big brown eyes gazing deeply at you. she writes you tons of love notes and writes about you on her journal—she also has an entire journal dedicated to you, where she makes collages with pictures of you and other things she likes that remind her of you. she has lots of pictures of the two of you on her wall. she also cooks for you a lot.

shauna has a complex way of dealing with her emotions, so i guess it really depends on what she's angry about. usually tho, she tends to bottle up her feelings, getting angrier and angrier until she bursts—and when she bursts, she bursts. the moment shauna reaches her limit, she'll raise her voice at you and say anything she thinks will hurt you, the more it hurts you the better. It isn't until one of you leaves the room that she instantly cools down and regrets it. she'll then proceed to look like this emoji “🥺” and overthink the whole interaction until she finally gets the courage to apologize to u.

𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥

when jackie gets jealous, she doesn't say it directly, but she does everything she can to get your attention—mostly in negative ways tbh. she would never cheat on you, but i can see her using other people to make you feel jealous or insecure so that you go chase after her. for example, if someone's clearly flirting with her, she won't back away or anything, she'll slightly lead them on until you notice that someone else is giving her attention and u go do something about it.

when simping, she's all giggly and flirty. she twirls her hair and bites her lip with a smile while looking at you. she also does little things to annoy you but in a playful/flirty way, like grabbing the tv remote, changing the movie and being like “omg, were you watching that? hehe 😳🤭”

when angry, she goes away dramatically but expects you to go after her. for example, if she's angry because you fucked up in some type of way, she'd avoid you but expect you to go chase her—and the moment u apologize, she'd immediately forgive you and be like 🥺😔 i missed u 😊

if she doesn’t do that, then she'll straight up tell you everything she feels, but won't insult you at all. even if she's mad at something you did, she’ll look more indignated and disappointed rather than resentful or angry. after dropping the weight off her shoulders, if you don't say sorry right away, she'll then avoid you until you genuinely apologize to her and cuddle her or sum.

𝗡𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗢

when nat gets jealous, she gets visibly angry and possessive. if someone's flirting with you, she'll wrap her arm around your shoulders and say something like "they're taken, you can leave now." if the person doesn’t listen tho, she’ll tell them to fuck off and won’t leave your side for the entire day.

when simping, she's very cute but subtle. she isn’t the best at showering you with gifts and affection, but she'll do little gestures to make you happy, like taking you out to eat, making you playlists, driving you around the city at night, or sitting at the top of her van to smoke together. you'll also notice that she wants to be with you all the time, even if you're just sitting around doing nothing.

when she’s angry, she'll get visibly angry but try to contain herself so that she doesn't hurt you. an angry 'fuck you' might come out of her mouth, but that's the worst she'll say before she walks away to cool down. she'll always apologize for whatever she said to you during the argument after y'all talk about it tho, even if it wasn't that bad.

𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗦

when lottie gets jealous, she gets annoyed and protective. if someone's flirting with you, she'll stand in the way and softly push you back with one of her arms in a protective manner while she tells the person to go away. she wouldn’t be straight up mean or impulsively aggressive though, she'd just be serious & confident abt it. if the person doesn't listen though, she’ll get annoyed and say something like, “i said they’re with me, are you deaf?”

when simping, lottie is the biggest spoiler ever. she'll put you on the highest pedestal and do everything for you. she'll always bring you up as a topic of conversation when talking to anyone else. whatever you want or like she’ll get it for you, no matter how hard it is. she'll also give you lots of physical affection, specially cuddles and soft caresses—like massaging your scalp or running her hand through your back while you lay down on her chest.

lottie has good control over her emotions, so usually when she gets angry, she avoids you until her anger cools down and she's ready to talk—the reason being that she doesn't wanna burst out and hurt you. she'll then either talk to you or wait for you to reach out to her.

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jemilyswhor3 · 1 year

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Mentee

A/N: I made this last year AND requests are open!!! (I'm begging someone to request wanda and/or nat 🙏🙏🙏)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, masturbation, idk what else tbh as I said this was made last year, mommy kink maybe, dom!wanda, sub!reader, this mentions aos cause I made this when I was OBSESSED with aos

Summary: Wanda caught you doing something and confronts you with her assumption

Word Count: 4k

You had a big crush on your mentor Wanda, but you don't make it look obvious. You wanted to be seen as someone professional and serious, not a bubbly girl who has this insane crush on her mentor. You only steal glimpses of the redhead from time to time whenever you can, and she smirks and looks back down whenever she caught you. You often slip off, daydreaming about the most sinful things she can possibly do to you, and it's either Kate nudging you to get off fantasy land, or long enough to realize Wanda had caught you, which makes her giggle.

You were on your way to Natasha's class, you realized that you were the only one attending it since the rest of the mentees were in Fitzsimmons' class, which you attended earlier. You opened the door, and to your shock, you saw Wanda.

''Where are the others?'' Asked your mentor, seeing you enter the room alone.

''They're in Fitzsimmons' class.'' You replied.

''And why aren't you there?'' She asked again, tilting her head.

''I attended the class earlier today.'' You replied, awkwardly heading your way towards her.

''Mhm.'' She hummed to your response.

''Where's agent Romanoff?'' You questioned, gesturing where to your right hand.

''She's on a mission. I'll be her sub for now.''

''How long will her mission be?''

''Wanna get rid of me much?"' Wanda chuckled.

''No- no, it's not like that. I- I was just wondering since she told us to master Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, which we were supposed to perform with her today.'' You awkwardly replied.

''Well, we won't be doing any of that, since I don't even know what that is.'' She smiled.

''Oh. What we'll be doing then?'' You asked, confused about what she had in mind.

''Freestyle.'' She proudly stated.

''Freestyle?'' You repeated.

''Yeah, I mean, why not? I was planning on the mentees practicing with each other, to find out what they're best and good at, but it seems like we'll be practicing together.'' She raised her shoulders and headed her way to the center of the room.

''Okay, that seems... cool.'' You said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Just to heads up, I will be using my powers.'' She cleared out.

''What?!'' You asked, confused.

''Don't worry, I'll just use it to throw stuff at you-'' She gets cut off.

''YOU'LL THROW STUFF AT ME?!'' You respond, frantically.

''No- no, just small harmless objects. Besides, it was gonna happen anyway. Stark updated the inquiries, and it makes sense since powered people are also on the list of bad guys. And you get first-hand experience.'' She winked at you.

She was never this... flirtatious? I mean, maybe she is? You only see her in her class, and sometimes bump into her. You've never had a one-on-one event with her before. Her actions left you in shambles and in a blushing mess.

''Okay, then.'' You nod and prepared yourself for what was about to come at you.

The first couple of times, you were able to dodge and hit the objects before they could touch you. But in time, you lose focus on the woman you're training with. You never got the chance to look so closely at her for a long period of time without it trying not to get caught by her. It was so hard to focus when all you can think about is your mentor. Your mentor Wanda, whose figure is perfect, her red locks in a ponytail, her leggings sculpting her ass, the way she moves to avoid your punches, and most captivating of all, her slender fingers with her scarlet power, swinging left and right as she tries to defend herself.

God, you can only imagine what her fingers could do to you. Inside of you.

''Ouch!'' You winced.

''Oof. Sorry. Caught you off guard there. Seemed like your thoughts are elsewhere''

Yeah, elsewhere to the deepest of your imagination.

''Are you okay?'' She asked, rubbing your back.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' You replied shaking your head.

''Are you?'' She cupped your chin for your face to face hers. ''That doesn't look good.''

''Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Shall we continue?'' You deviated from the conversation.

''No, I don't think so.'' She replied, shaking her head whilst she moves your head to check out for other possible scratches. ''We were about to come to a close anyway.'' She took her arm off and headed towards the benches. ''You should probably go to the med-bey. Or to the kitchen, if icing is all it needs.'' Wanda suggested, opening her bottle to take a drink.

You nod in response as you rush your way to the kitchen, upset that your time with the redhead had been cut short. The only opportunity you probably had with her to have a one-on-one.

After fixing yourself up, you head to your designated room and cleaned yourself. You changed into a black camisole and some short shorts since you felt comfortable sleeping like that. You dried your hair and went to bed as you dim your lights to head off to sleep.

As you lay there, you weren't able to sleep, as your thoughts were clouded by Wanda. Nothing. But. Wanda. You couldn't stop thinking about earlier. About how gorgeous she was, how she was caring towards you, gentle towards you, how you two shared such intimacy, that you savored every second of, and yet again, her hands. Her slender, veiny hands moved around the room as if they owned it. How she controlled and moved it, and how you're so attracted to every single movement of hers.

First, it was all thoughts of admiration, then you start to immensely think of the nastiest thoughts. You didn't even notice your hand shift underneath the covers, teasing your clothed cunt. Stroking it up and down as you feel a wet patch create between your thighs. You can feel yourself close to your peak until you heard the door open. You shifted your hand off and besides you and jolted up as fast as you could. You look up, and there you see...

''Wanda?'' You said, eyes wide, shocked to the core.

''You're still up?'' She replied, awkwardly standing by the door. ''What are you doing?''

''Insomnia.'' You stated. You weren't lying though, you had been having trouble with your insomnia lately, but in this case, it's clearly not the cause.

''Nothing else?''

It intrigued you how invested she was in what you were doing before, and you believe that she didn't really see you do anything, since you had blankets covering you. ''Nothing.'' If nothing meant impulsively touching yourself to the thought of her.

''What brings you here?'' You asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

''Was about to drop this off. You forgot them.'' She said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Thanks.'' You replied, looking at your gym bag.

''Yeah, no problem.'' She turned around and made her way to the door. Before she left, she turns right back around and asks you the same question. ''You sure you weren't doing anything?'' She asked, brows furrowed.

''No, nothing. Why?'' The question also made your brows furrow.

''It's just that, I swear I heard you hide your moans right before I entered.''

Her revelation made you a hot mess. Your eyes are wide open, unable to utter a word in response.

She walked closer to you and says, ''Oh, don't try to hide it, detka, I know you've been thinking about me. In class, in training, and just a few minutes ago when you lied about not doing anything, when in fact, you were touching yourself to the thought of me.'' She leaned closer to your face, almost not leaving a gap between the two of you. She pulled back and sits on the mini couch you have at your bedside.

She reads my mind? You thought to yourself. Beforehand of starting to work on the compound, it was mandatory to learn basic skills and techniques to barricade your mind, and Wanda respects too much of people's privacy to even invade their minds without their consent or valid reason.

''I know what you're thinking, detka. And I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The moment you walked in the door, I knew you had to be mine.'' She creeped out a sinister smirk.

''But- we were-''

''Please, those mandatory skills are nothing. I can easily access anyone's mind whenever, wherever. Besides, your thoughts are too loud not to read.'' She laughed mischievously. "You really think some lessons could stop my scarlet magic?"

Well, that's comforting.

"Don't stop on my account. Go on. Continue. I know you were close before I entered. I just needed to see you for myself." She made herself comfortable on the couch, opening her legs, and relaxing her hands on her thigh.

You simply went under the covers. I mean, what else could you have done? Not obey her?

''Don't hide away from me. I wanna see all of you.'' Her voice became raspy with her Sokovian accent showing.

You slowly, shamefully, took off the covers on top of you, revealing you in your black velvet short shorts.

''Aww, you look so adorable in your shorts. Real deal definitely is better than what I've imagined.'' She laughed in a raspy tone, pouting at the sight of you in your shorts. ''Now, take them off.'' She commanded.

''What?"' You whispered.

''Take your shorts off.''

You slowly slipped your shorts off your thighs, then knees, until it was already in your ankles and you tossed them around somewhere with your foot. You lay comfortably in your bed as she watches you. You close your eyes, letting go of every single thought and worry in your mind and letting it get infiltrated by thoughts of Wanda. You weren't quite sure if it was you or her putting it on your mind, but either way, you were sure you were gonna think of her anyway.

Wanda watched you as your hands roamed around your body. Your eyes closed. Teasing yourself. You played around with your nipples through the fabric, making them poke through the cloth and making you whimper for more touch.

"That's it, baby. Please yourself for mommy." Her voice came from close by... too close.

You open your eyes to look at her, yet she's nowhere to be found on the couch.

"I'm right here, draga." She said, sitting on the other side of the bed beside your legs.

You close your eyes yet again, continuing your movements around your perked-up tits.

"You look so good, detka." She praised you while she takes one of her hands under her pants. "Take your top off." She demanded.

You obliged her request. Peaking a bit through your eyes while you take your top off, you saw her touching herself, and that made you feel hot flushes on your cheeks. You tossed your top someplace else, revealing your now fully bare chest.

You comfortably settled back down as your hands traveled on top of your chest. You draw circles on your nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to help the tension between your thighs. You removed one hand away from your chest, moving it towards your wet center.

"Uh, uh. Don't touch that pretty pussy of yours until I say otherwise." You opened your eyes while she said her command, seeing her shake her head as she spoke.

"Bu- I-" You whimper.

"Aww, is my little draga all wet and needy down there? Do you want mommy's fingers to please you, mhm?" She said with a mocking pouting face.

You eagerly nod while biting your lip. Waiting for a response or command for her to state.

"Yes, yes you are." She said while mirroring your movements, mocking you.

"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pretty little cunt of yours." She smirked.

You shake your panties off until they were on your ankles. Wanda used her scarlet magic to bring your soaked underwear to her view.

"I'll be keeping this." She said, taking her hands off her pants, as she grabbed the pair that was previously floating in the air.

She looks back at you whilst restoring your underwear in her pockets. Seeing your legs closed with your arm in the middle, but not touching your center.

"Come on, detka. You should know this by now. Open." Wanda gestures both her hands to signal you to open them. You slowly open them, revealing your dripping pussy. "Good girl." She praised, making you feel butterflies. "So wet, and all of this for... mommy?" She stoped and looks at you, waiting for a response.

You nod in reply, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, darling" She spoke with her Sokovian accent showing when she said "darling".

"Yes- yes, mommy. All for you." You whimpered out.

She groans at your response. "Have I been teasing you too much? Should I have knocked earlier?"

"Mhm." You replied, biting your lower lip.

"Well, I'm right here, now. And I will guide you through all of it." She said, bopping her head, signaling you to mirror her movements, and you do.

"Are you gonna touch me?" You asked, needy.

"We'll see. If you're a good girl that follows mommy's orders, then maybe I'll consider it."

Her response made you feel ecstasy following around your body. Ready to follow any and all of Wanda's rules for her touch in reward.

"Now be a good girl and get comfortable." She stated as you suit yourself in bed."Nice, nice." She whispered. "Now, close your eyes-"

"But, I wanna see you, mommy." You whimpered, pouting.

"But, that's not mommy's orders. Now, close." She said as she leans in to close your lids with her index and middle finger.

You keep your eyes close as you stayed steady, waiting for her next instructions.

"Bring your hands up to your chest, and tease your nipples." You do as you are told. Your nipples erect at the sensitivity of it.

"Aww, so sensitive, aren't you?" She teased, seeing how fast your body reacted to your touch.

You nod in response. You continue to play around with your chest, while Wanda slowly moved her hand under her pants. Touching herself to the sight of you.

You took a peak at the redhead, seeing her enjoy herself while her eyes are closed to her own imagination. You took one of your hands off your chest, to which you slowly glided to your touch-starved center.

"Don't you dare continue what you're about to do." The witch exclaimed.

You jolted your hand away from your lower abdomen, staring at a furious witch, whose orders you just disobeyed.

"I-I'm sorry, mo- I ju-" You stuttered.

"You've been a bad girl. Disobeying mommy's orders, when I thought you of all people wouldn't even think about such a thing." She sinisterly laughed.

"I'm so-" You tried to apologize.

"Oh, no, detka, it's too late for that. It's time for punishment." She smirked.

Your thoughts were nothing but the idea of Wanda finally touching you. She opens your legs with her magic, and you roll your eyes at the sensation. She uses her scarlet powers to feel the wet dripping mess you are on the outside. You let out a moan at her sensation.

"Pl-please... mommy." You managed to let out.

"Do you want me inside of you, mhm? Want mommy to fill you up?" She mocked.

"Y-yes please."

"Yes, what? Come on, it seems like you're forgetting my name."

"Yes, please mommy." You let out in between moans.

"Since you've been naughty, mommy's not gonna touch you. In fact, I'll make you regret what you did, and teach you what happens to sluts that disobey their mommy." She taunted.

She inserts her scarlet magic inside of you, moving her left hand to the rhythm while the other was back under her pants.

You let out a moan at her sudden movement. Your back aching, toes curling, while your hands grip the sheets.

But, it didn't feel right. You felt something, but you also felt... nothing? It feels like something is touching you on the inside, but you couldn't really feel anything around you. This. This is the way of teaching you and making you regret disobeying her. The sensation of her touch, yet, also craving it, since she isn't really inside of you. How it aches between your legs, and how you crave her touch. For her to actually be inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking at Wanda with her mouth shaped like a small O with her eyes shut. You hesitate to disrupt her from her peak, but you couldn't help the feeling between your legs anymore.

"M-mommy..." You whispered. "Mommy..." You hesitated again.

"What is it, detka? You aren't supposed to be talking. Remember, you are being punished." She replied, breathless.

"I- I was just wondering if you could allow me to touch myself?" Your requested, head bow down while asking, ashamed of the question.

She opens her eyes. Her eyes became siren, staring back at you. She took her hand out of her pants, while she continues to do what she was doing with the powers in her mind. She crawls up to you and stops on your lower abdomen. She looks at what mess you've become between your legs, and then back up to you with a smirk. She moved her head in between your pussy and starts to talk.

"You wanna feel something inside you, mhm?" She asked, her facing your cunt. "Do you prefer mommy's fingers, mhm?" She teased.

The vibrations from her voice sent shock waves through your core and gave you goosebumps all over your body. You whimper then and there while she spoke.

"Mhm." You hum in response.

"Use your words, honey bun. I know that pretty little mouth of yours can do that, right?" Her Sokovian accent was taking control of her.

"I-I want you inside of me, please, mommy." You begged while you look down on her.

"Too bad. If you followed my rules, you would've been fucked right now to the point where you can't even stand up. This is what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules." She informed.

God, she wasn't kidding when she said you'd regret it. The fact that you would've been fucked by the Wanda Maximoff if you just kept your hands away from where it wasn't supposed to be.

She sat back up and made her way to the other end of the bed again. She continues to please you with her scarlet magic while you lay there as a moaning and whining mess.

She kept thrusting her magic in and out of you, and soon enough, you feel your peak reach.

''Mo-momm-'' You stuttered, eyes closed while you grip tightly on the sheets.

''Aww, is my baby gonna come? Hmm?'' She mocked.

You nod at her response, unable to utter words out of your mouth.

''C-can I?'' You asked politely. Hoping to get on her good side for her to allow you.

''Not just yet, you need to do something for mommy.'' She yet again took her hand off her pants and crawls up to you. ''Do you wanna come, baby?'' She cupped both your cheeks and you nod, eyes still closed. ''No. I want you to look at me and tell me.'' She demanded.

You slowly open your eyes and they gladly met hers. Her eyes, obviously filled with nothing but lust stared back at you.

''Yes, mommy. I wanna come. And I'll do anything!'' You exclaimed.

She hums at your eagerness and compliance and replied, ''Good girl, 'cause I need you to eat mommy out, okay? Can you eat mommy out?"' She cooed close to your face.

Your eyes widen at her request. You still can't process that she- Wanda Maximoff, your very very hot mentor that you've been attracted to since day one- wants you to eat. her. out. You thought that you wouldn't be able to touch her- or vice versa- since she was punishing you for being a bad girl, but turns out she might've just forgiven you. ''Okay, mommy.'' You respond eagerly.

With the sway of her hands, her pants were thrown somewhere in the room, leaving her in her panties. She crawls up to you and situated herself in between your legs. You can see how wet she is through her panties. You teased her clothed clit, swirling your tongue around it, making her whimper.

"Enough teasing. I want you inside me." With the snap of her finger, her undergarment was nowhere to be found in front of you, leaving her bare with her glistening pussy ready to be eaten out. Your eyes widen at the view, unable to move a muscle.

"Well, come on, detka. Show mommy how much of a good girl you are." She demanded.

And with that being said, snapping you from what you should be doing, you slipped your tongue through her wet folds, getting a soft and low moan out of her. You moved your way up and down, teasing her clit, but not fully going through with it.

"Right there, right there." She repeats, almost out of breath.

You continued lapping on ber g-spot as she grinds closer to you. Her scarlet magic never leaving the presence of your own pussy, also driving you over the edge.

"'M so close, baby." She says in between moans.

You feel the knot on your stomach tighten, and you knew you were just as close as Wanda, but the leverage you had over her was: you know what'll make her come in an instant.

You swirled your way to her clit, and she was token back by your gesture. Hitting a spontaneous shock through her core, causing her to reach her peak.

"I'm gonna come, moya lyubov. Mommy's gonna come." She said, almost out of breath while she grinds herself onto your face.

"C-can I come too mommy?" You asked for permission.

"Yes, detka. Come with mommy." She allowed.

As she continues her scarlet motions into you and your gestures onto her, you both came undone with both the pleasurable look on your faces. You cleaned her up, slurping every drop of her release, as yours drip from the sides of your thighs and into your bedsheets.

"You did so well, malysh." She cooed, cupping your face from below her. Strands of hair touching your face.

"Anything for you, mommy." You replied, kissing her palm beside your face.

She smiled and gets off your shoulders. She dressed herself up while you watched her. You were still pretty groggy and unclear to what just happened, unable to utter anything.

She comes up to you and whispers in your ears, "You've been such a good girl for mommy. And this won't be the last. Next time, if you aren't gonna be too much of a needy whore again, mommy might just touch you herself." She cooed, tucking some strands of your hair back.

"Thank you, mommy. And I promise, I'll be good next time." You respond.

"Good. Because if you're still the needy whore you were earlier, I won't go easy on you. You get that?" She smirked, and you can feel it brush your ears.

"Y-yes, mommy." You giddily replied.

Wanda stood up and headed her way to the door. She pulls back up and says, "Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself up. We don't want that pretty pussy and bed of yours to be all dirty for our next time." She leaved off with a wink that left you in shambles.

You did as she told, cleaning yourself up. It was quite hard going back to sleep after such an interaction with your mentor, but after a while, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, you saw a care package placed on your chair. A dress from Wanda for you. You smile at the thought of her aftercare and what she could possibly do next as your relationship grows with her. But most importantly, how last night isn't the last and there will be next times for your mommy to treat you as her own, like you are.

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A/N: PLS REBLOG👹 and again I AM OPEN FOR REQUESTS!!! (primarily with wanda and/or nat)

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thatlittleegyptologist · 1 year

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Hi! I recently went to the Field Museum in Chicago which has an exhibit on Ancient Egypt. Along with the many artifacts on display there are also a lot of mummified persons. I believe that there is genuine educational value in examining these people since it can tell us about the culture at the time of preservation; however, I think that there is a disconnect for me when it comes to the display of human remains since I think it can be too easy to forget that they are/were people. (1/2)

I know that there are also elements of what surviving family/culture/modern country feel about the remains being on display and those must be respected. I was wondering how someone who studies Egyptology deals with these sorts of questions for themselves. At least for you, is there a difference between studying the remains and allowing the public to see them? (2/2)

You, personally, find there's a disconnect between the mummy on display and finding it's a real person. I don't have that issue and never have done. They are people, and always have been. Almost anyone who works in a museum that has mummies will tell you that we're quite likely to greet them in the morning, or as we pass by during the day, or as we're leaving. We treat them as people. I don't think you'd find anyone working in museums or Egyptology who'd say 'nah that's an object fuck it'. When you handle these remains, you are painfully aware that this was once a person. There is no escaping that, and I think too many people seem to be of the opinion that we don’t care at all. It’s simply not true. We work with their belongings, their bodies, their words, their names. If anyone is forgetting they’re human it’s certainly not us. We are all too aware that these are people.

However, for me, running parallel to this: They're dead. And I don't mean that in a 'well hey let's do whatever the hell we like', just that they've been dead for a very long time. That's the reality. The person they were isn't there and hasn't been there for a very long time. I view it much like the poem 'Immortality' - 'Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.' Great care is taken when working with human remains, because they are people, but at the same time they are very definitely dead. I cannot control what happens to my remains in 4000 years time, and tbh I'll be dead so I won't know. People always say 'oh no you can't say that you'd hate it if someone was disturbing your rest' and no...I wouldn't....I'm dead. I've got no idea what's going on. I can choose how and where I am buried, however, what someone is doing with whatever fragments of me are left in 4000 years is literally none of my concern.

As an Egyptologist, and someone who is familiar with how archaeology, the passing of time, and the encroachment of 'modern' humans (relative term, since this has been going on for a long as humans have been building ever expanding cities) into areas that were previously the realm of the dead, I need you to know that we are continuously disturbing the dead during modern life. Remains of humans long since dead are being moved all the time for things like building work. London is full of churches that used to have graveyards. Those graves have been dug up and moved, and they’re not individually reburied. They’ll dig a pit, and they’ll place all the remains from that graveyard into the new pit, and then rebury them. Euston station in London is literally built on top of a graveyard. So many buildings around the world are built over burial sites. This is because for many places, burial sites used to be outside the city walls, but as the city grew over the centuries, and the graves of those there were hidden by time, new buildings were built above them. When that building gets removed, suddenly there’s bodies everywhere, and you’ve got to move them. They can’t stay or they’ll be destroyed. So, they get moved. Some to new grave sites (as above), and some are kept for study. It all depends on the nature of the remains.

There is obviously a difference for me between the scientific study that Egyptologists undertake (not me personally. I'm not interested in mummies that much) and those mummies being on display. Scientifically we can learn a lot from mummies; from the causes of death, age at death, how hard a person’s life would have been, if they had any disabilities, how mummification was performed on them, various DNA studies (which will be difficult due to the advanced decay of said DNA) etc etc. When they’re on display, they’re not specifically for Egyptologists. They’re a means to connect visitors with the Ancient Egyptians as humans. Now, when I say this I don’t mean ‘ohh people don’t think the Ancient Egyptians were human’ what I mean is that the Ancient Egyptians lived so long ago that it is to most people unfathomably long. They can’t connect with the people who made these things. Who lived these lives. This is often why we get conspiracy thought relating to Ancient Egypt. People, today, cannot conceive of people then doing these things. Mummies are a way of reconnecting the people of today with the people back then. They remind us that these objects we’re viewing were created by these human beings. They remind us of our own mortality, and even perhaps our own wishes for death. They are there not just as ‘things’, but as the type of people that made the things you see in the exhibit, and the people that made Ancient Egypt the civilisation we know and love.

In Ancient Egyptian culture, it was normal for death to be a part of everyday life. Be that funerals, craftsmen making items that were for burials, people working on tombs, visiting the tombs of loved ones, and the House of Life (where mummification happened). Life expectancy was shorter, and people were more prone to dying from things that today we'd shrug off with a cup of coffee and a paracetamol. As already mentioned, part of this culture was going to visit the dead to bring offerings so that their Ka (life spirit) may continue to live on in the Afterlife. During this time you would also speak the name of the dead, as it was important that the name lived on too. In fact, their tombs would have little passages carved saying 'as for those who pass by my tomb, please speak my name and say a voice offering of....' In fact, I’m reliably informed that this is precisely what the Field Museum asks you to do upon entering the exhibit, which is quite a way from ‘disrespecting the dead’. Without this happening, the Ka and Ba of the Egyptian would die a ‘second death’, which for the Egyptians was permanent. There was no coming back from this, and it was something they desperately sought to prevent. They didn’t want to be forgotten. To have their names unspoken. To lie in a dark place, never to receive offerings that would sustain them. That was the worst thing that could happen to a person. To be yanked out of the afterlife because you’d been forgotten (see: Disney’s Coco, which has very similar themes).

The dead in Egypt weren't always 'buried', which is a sort of misnomer to be honest. Sometimes they're down a deep shaft, which the family would visit, and sometimes they're in the coffin but the coffin isn't buried. It's just there in the room the family visits. Sometimes it's just a mummy on a shelf in catacombs. These are places the Egyptians would go frequently. Perhaps every few days, and almost certainly every few weeks. They would speak with the dead, they would leave offerings, the whole family would go along. There are children’s drawings on some mummy bandages and cartonage from the time of Ancient Egypt, showing that not only were they on display, but they were taking their children and the children had access to the deceased. They were not obsessed with death, but it was an intrinsic part of their lives. Even during certain festivals, they would go to the tombs of their family and get absolutely wasted and then fuck in the tombs. So, you see, the Egyptians had very little qualms about the dead being on display and visited. That is, after all, what they’d do themselves. They were not shut away and forgotten about. A museum display, with their names able to be read, offerings from tombs surrounding them, and they are not forgotten, is almost the ideal conditions for an Egyptian’s afterlife to continue.

Western culture has, and I sort of paraphrase Caitlin Doherty (Ask a Mortician) here, got quite weird about death. We do one of two things: say 'ew dead people gross. put those away' or say 'oh no we're not respecting them put them away'. We shy away from death. It's always to be 'put away' so as to be out of sight and out of mind for various reasons. Now, some cultures, ancient or otherwise, have qualms about their dead being on display, and we should respect those, so I am not talking about those cultures here, only about Ancient Egypt (waits for the anon who didn’t read this part to yell at me). However, death as an overarching theme in society is something western cultures do not like to talk or think about. We sidestep the uncomfortable truth of our own mortality under the guise of civility (don’t you care that these are people? Put them away!) or ‘death is too gross or too sad’ (eww dead body) to talk about. No matter which of these angles people come from, the end result they want is the same ‘put it in a dark hole/room and let’s not talk about it any more’. If more people were honest with themselves, mummies make them uncomfortable because they force people to confront the unknown of death and dying. No one knows what will happen to their remains in 4000 years, and that’s frightening. No one knows if they’ll even be remembered, and most likely we won’t be. As the poet John Keats has inscribed on his gravestone ‘Here lies one whose name was writ in water’, as he faced the very human realisation that we are but blips on this earth and we cannot know the future. Mummies are a gentle way to force us to confront that innate fear, even if we’re not aware that it’s what they’re doing. When I see mummies on display, I see people, I see their lives lived thousands of years before mine, and I can see their wants and fears laid bare. Seeing their names and ages at death makes me appreciate how fragile life is, and yet the care of others that went into preserving them so they could rise anew. I see humanity. Hide that away, and you break the connection between the objects on display and the humans that created them.

Carefully thought out displays, and trust me we think them out before we make them (unless we haven’t got the funding to update them yet), can be ways in which the idea and reality of death can be introduced to people gently. Especially children. It gets them thinking about their lives, and also death, so when they are confronted by death due to the death of a friend or family member it is not something they have no knowledge of or ways to understand. School groups are often introduced to the mummies by name, and asked to say hello. They’re then taught about the person’s life and what their job would have been and maybe even how they died. Some school groups are even asked to think of what they’ve been taught about the Egyptians wanting to take with them food wise to the afterlife, and say to them out loud ‘Nesamun we hope you get bread and ox meat in the afterlife!’ and then asked to say goodbye to them too. It gives them an understanding of the dead, shows them their humanity, and also shows them they have nothing to fear from the dead (a common thread in western culture). We did this with my niece when my grandma passed in 2020. She was two and half, and didn’t really understand what was happening. The permanence of death is a difficult concept to explain to a toddler, and she was full of questions. We explained what cremation meant, and what graveyards are, and she asked more questions that were too difficult to answer. So we took her to the museum and showed her the mummies. ‘Are they dead like momma?’ she asked. ‘Yes’ we replied, ‘these are people who died a very long time ago’. ‘So they’re not coming back?’ she said with her classic eyebrow quirk ‘no, sweetheart they’re not coming back’ ‘what’s his name?’ she demanded ‘Panesittawy’ a thoughtful pause ‘did he have a momma?’ ‘yes he did’ she traces the outline of the face on the coffin on the glass of the case ‘she isn’t coming back either is she?’ ‘no sweetheart’ then, as I’ve never forgotten, ‘ok bye dead people hope you like the stars!’ and toddled off. Now when we go to museums, she likes to be introduced to all the mummies if we know their names, and says hi even if we don’t know their names.

So, as an Egyptologist, I know full well that Ancient Egyptian mummies are people. I have no disconnect between the body and the person. I treat them with compassion and joy, as if I were greeting old friends. They teach me about their lives, through scientific study, and I teach other people about their lives through outreach. I am a voice and intermediary between the past and the present, and together with my deceased colleagues we can remind people of just where they came from, while ensuring that their names get to live on anew.

#I'm trusting you guys to be normal about this and if you can't reblog privileges will be revoked #tw death

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katyaromanoffpetrova · 2 months

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Omg more Kat and Nat thoughts. Or rather Lyn and Maya tbh.

Just thinking of Maya getting sick or something and Kat and Nat are ready to go full concerned mom mode yk and do anything and everything to make her feel better. But then Lyn is there and they realize that Maya is growing up and has her girlfriend to take care of her. So it’s like a little sad moment and they’re like :( she doesn’t need us anymore like she used to

Yess more thoughts 🎉

Why did you make it sad 😭 No but that's so real. They are not ready to accept that their daughter doesn't need them as much anymore. Being her moms is the best part of their lives. And they always will be, but she's getting more independent and that stings. Soon she'll move out for college and you bet the day they drop her off, they have a good cry :( But they're also so proud and happy to see her doing so well

#katanswers #katandnat #katyaromanoffpetrova

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glittercake · 2 years

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i’m glad that people are talking about the lack of acknowledgment of sam as cap in phase 4 because it’s made me angry for a while now. i don’t get the point of making mackie cap if disney is just going to constantly ice him out of the narrative and promo. if i remember correctly, when chris evans first became cap he was everywhere in the media. but i feel like i never see anthony mackie on red carpets or brand deals or anything. and now whenever people rank their favorite mcu shows on twitter everyone places tfatws at the bottom and it just feels like sabotage or something

this guy said it best:

This whole topic makes me fucking homicidal tbh. Steve, Tony and Nat are STILL mentioned in almost every new project this far. There hasn't been ONE reference to Cap Sam, not a single acknowledgement.

Peter is a little bit of a fanboy, you can't tell me he wouldn't have at least mentioned it, he knows Sam ffs. Kate Bishop, although a Clint fan, must have been stoked about a new Cap. The Avengers con in Ms Marvel... there is NO reason for the lack of Sam Wilson, absolutely no excuse except that they're trying to erase him.

This truly makes me think Marvel is going to pull something atrocious wrt to Sam's story line. I know the skrull Sam post was a rumor but it's starting to make sense given his complete absence otherwise.

People need to talk about it more tbh, this should piss everyone off.

#sam wilson erasure

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lais-a-ramos · 7 months

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I think the ship discourse in Yellowjackets fandom would probably go calmer if more ppl realized that "you can ship whatever you want to ship" and "sometimes preferences/headcanons reflect prejudiced stereotypes that exist in real life" are two statements that can coexist.

While it's true that ppl can ship whatever they want and ship wars are pointless, we can't also dismiss all forms of critics about headcanons and preferences as simply "hate" or "envy" or "jealousy" and shut out important conversations bc they're not convenient to us.

Like, the issue w/ Taivan and Jackieshauna: the discussion about racial bias and anti-gender nonconforming bias in progressive spaces like sapphic fandoms is important, and some ppl misusing some concepts or losing their temper doesn't invalidate that.

Same w/ Lottienat: even if arguments like "they have more fics" are shallow, it doesn't erase the fact that some tropes, like "Lottie fixes Nat", reduce Lottie, a rare representation for Indigenous/Maori ppl and ppl w/ schizophrenia, to the role of fixing a white woman, reduce Nat to her addiction and reproduce harmful stereotypes about "bad girls", reinforce misconceptions about addiction (like it's something we can switch off just bc someone loves us), reinforce the same traditional gender roles that the show tries to deconstruct etc.

Fandoms are about fun, but also about community, and only by understanding that both "ship whatever you want" and "sometimes preferences/headcanons carry prejudices", we can make sure that everyone feels included and can be part of the fun.

PS.: I'm gonna tag the 'anti' tags so ppl who don't wanna see it can skip the discourse when they scroll (I actually ship Jackieshauna romantically tbh)

#yellowjackets #fandom discourse #poc representation #taissa turner #van palmer #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #anti lottienat #anti jackieshauna

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thegirlwhowatchedeverything · 2 years

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It's interesting Tina introduces Sydney to her son as "Jeff's friend" in episode seven (and that her son repeats her words literally saying "Hi Jeff's friend"). Had this been episode one when everyone at The Beef was just meeting Sydney that line would make sense. It'd fit with Ebra's "Carmen, there is a girl" and Richie's "Fuck is this?" and "sweetheart" and new fucking broad".

But by this point, Sydney has earned Tina's respect and affection. She even corrects herself calling Syd chef rather than Jeff. So, ways she could have introduce her that would make sense:

a) Chef/Jeff

b) Chef/Jeff Syd(ney)

c) Syd(ney)

So, not only is it an interesting way to introduce her but in my opinion no one else comes close to being categorized as a friend of Carmy's. Pete, Nat, and Cicero are his family, Richie is unofficial family, and everyone at The Beef are officially employees but more like found family. Most of them knew and worked for Michael for years (Marcus seems to be the only exception besides Syd?). And many of them already knew Carmy, knew of Carmy, or know his extended family. An example: Tina knows Carmy's mom from her Christmas party (and tbh probably from multiple Christmases) and knows Sugar from the times she used to come by The Beef (we know because she asks Carmy why she doesn't stop by anymore). A second example: it's confirmed Fak's known Carmy since at least Michael's 15 birthday because of the story Carmy tells about trying to break up a fight at said party. All of his family members (Sugar, Cicero, and Mikey) call him Bear at one point on the show, and Fak is the only non family member to call him by his childhood nickname. However, despite many at The Beef's direct and indirect connections to the Berzattos, I still don't think "friends" is the right description for anyone at The Beef.

I will die on the hill that is a Carmy/Syd romance, but even if you wanted to argue for their relationship being strictly platonic, it's significant that she really is his only friend on the show. And that title is significant because this man has no other life or hobbies outside of his career, his family, and now The Beef and all the people that come with it. Syd is the only person who comes into his life not connected to those things - his life in New York, his family, and his family restaurant. From the start, their relationship is separate from anything he's had or currently has, not mentor/mentee, boss/employee, not family - they're straight up equals, partners, friends. Ideally we get to lovers (whether they make it canon or not, we all know). I don't think either of them are aware of their growing feelings yet (Syd maybe, Carmy definitely not), but neither would object to the label of friends as of now. They're giving One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend/And you knew what it was/He is in love vibes to me.

So yeah, labeling Syd as "Jeff's friend" is interesting. To me, it's the writers explicitly communicating the nature of their relationship in a seemingly throwaway line.

#the bear fx #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #sydney x carmy #sydney adamu #syd adamu #carmy x syd #syd x carmy #taylor swift #you are in love #1989 #friends to lovers

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allaganexarch · 4 months

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Author Interview

Thank you @thevikingwoman for the tag!!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

100 💪😔

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

oh god. oh god. sdkjnfjknfknjf. 1,107,586

3. what fandoms do you write for?

tbh I really don't feel I write for specific fandoms, I move around as the wind takes me

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Songbird -- Sleeping Beauty (Maleficent/Aurora) || 39k words maleficent finds the princess before the curse takes effect.

The Prisoner -- Sleeping Beauty (Maleficent/Aurora) || 250k words Do Not Read The Prisoner.

New Disaster -- Portal (Chell/GLaDOS) || 9.8k words post-portal 2 chell-focused character journey.

Begin to Hope -- Sleeping Beauty || Maleficent/Aurora || 16k words more trauma processing thinly disguised as a coffee shop au.

total control -- Sleeping Beauty || Maleficent/Aurora || 5.7k words god this one makes me cringe but ppl still read it sometimes. modern au. smut i am too embarrassed to reread.

5. do you respond to comments?

Except for recently when I got way too behind for various reasons, I respond to all comments unless they're like rude or something LOL!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmmm I had to think about this for a bit LOL bc I think I tend to favor, like, melancholy but hopeful endings. I honestly wish I could write sadder endings--there's one fic in particular that just absolutely eviscerated me and I'd love to be able to replicate that. But I tend to get invested in longer fics and want to make the ending Worth It you know, so I think you have to pull off a particular flavor of tragedy for that to be the case.

Anyway, maybe stop-time? It's uhhhhh an Incredibles 2 Helen Parr/Evelyn Deavor fic LOL Not sure how I feel abt the ending in retrospect actually but I'd say it's the least positive.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

See above LOL, this is also hard because I think I always like there to be a little bit of a twinge in my endings! Like everything's okay but there's still a little lingering pain/uncertainty/etc. I honestly don't know on this one LOL, I think maybe The Prisoner has the happiest ending?? Because it was so long, I really wanted to resolve as many threads as possible. But now I'm ruining it with scorched earth LOL!

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a few interesting messages over the years LOL, the real ones will remember.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I went on an Improvement Journey a couple of years ago and now I feel my smut writing is wayyyyy better--anything before that makes me cringe out of this mortal plane. I like writing character-focused and story-driven smut.

(battling my demons rn part of me wants to write malora smut just so the only malora smut i ever wrote isn't TERRIBLE AND CRINGE but also i do not want to write malora smut do you see my problem)

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Full crossovers are tbh too much effort for me LOL--I will sometimes write, like, crossover-inspired things. The Chance You Take (DA2/Meredith/Hawke) is extremely Carol-coded, for example.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I have had a couple of ideas just straight-up plagiarized from private conversations which made me pretty pissed LOL.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I used to be so awkward and just avoid answering when people asked me, but now I just refuse outright.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I'm like wayyyyyyy too much of a crazy control freak for that LOL!

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

Ohhhhhh come on you can't ask me that LOL, it changes all the time.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

As I mentioned recently, most of my old WIPs are pretty much abandoned at this point. Never say never, but I just don't think I'll ever muster enough interest or enjoyment to make finishing them worthwhile for me.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Natural dialogue, slightly agonizing yearning, generally describing like, specific Emotional States TM.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Hmmmm I still think I'm working on my pacing in certain contexts, and on making stronger narrative choices/not pulling punches. I think my narrative can meander a little and I can repeat myself a bit if I don't edit enough. I also notice sometimes that because I love working within limited pov I don't always explain, like, the character's thought process well enough? So what she's thinking sometimes seems like a leap of logic looking at it from an outside perspective. But overall I think I'm a very strong writer.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

LOL I think just indicate that it's in another language unless it's like just a word or short phrase and you either explain what it means in-story or can guess from context. There are probably some very specific circumstances where you might want a small section of dialogue in another language to create a certain effect, but other than that I think it's a no.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

I mean we really don't have to unearth my whole fandom history here. Let's say it was a musical and leave it at that :)

20. favourite fic you've written?

Oh idk, I think I'll always have a soft spot for New Disaster, and more recently I really like everybody's fool (DA2, hawke/aveline) -- but it's hard to choose an absolute favorite!!!

TAG TIMEEEE: @thepapernautilus @yourlocaldisneyvillain @eemamminy-art @quinnthebard @delirious-comfort annnd i am once again so bad at thinking of fellow writers

#hi have i complained about how much the tumblr post editor SUCKS LATELY #what the actual FUCK was that oh my god #exciting tag for writing things #personal

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mothman-can-write · 10 months

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i saw you asking for maria hill prompts and well.. here's one (i know you asked for fluffs but my mind have nothing happy after the secret invasion ep 1 ending)

so it's the same setting as the secret invasion, maria has been shot(and frankly dying) but instead of fury, gravik shapeshifted into nat..

you don't have to write it if you don't like it and idk how well it would work tbh. i just want blackhill angst to cry over

Thanks for the prompt! I'm writing this at like 1am so I have put absolutely zero thought into this just angst, but here you go! I hope this is sufficiently painful for you :)

804 words under the cut

The smoke is heavy in the air and Maria stifles a cough into the collar of her jacket, trying to decipher her surroundings through the tears in her eyes. People are panicking, running and crying, and no one really knows which direciton is safe. She doesn't really blame them at the end of the day. When there's bodies at your feet the normal instinct is to run.

Someone calls out beside her, sprawled out on the floor and caked with debris. She wonders if she looks the same to them, face face stiff around cuts and dirt.

"Please," they grind out, a hand outstretched, and she's beside them before they can get another word past their lips, her arms under theirs and hauling them to their feet.

"Go," she says, nodding towards the exit remaining, and they nod back a little dumbly.

Her arms are still half raised, making sure they've found their footing before they leave when she sees another figure in the settling dust.

They aren't running, and it strikes her as odd even as she stands there herself. Their form is hazy in the wash of rubble and pollution in the air, swimming in her vision like some sort of hallucination. She thinks it might be Fury at first, maybe one of Gravik's men, and she squints harder into the smoke.

At first, it's only a flash of red. Colour in the smog where there wasn't before and her heart gives a tug in her chest for the red she used to know so well, a beacon in the rubble in so many missions.

And then, she's not just a memory. She's not just the ghost that haunts her every living day. She's standing right in front of her for some unfathomable reason that her brain simply isn't equipped to deal with right now.

"Natasha?" she says, too quiet for her to actually hear.

Her feet are moving before she can stop them, rubble crunching under her boots. And Natasha is walking towards her, that stupid smirk on her face every time she'd terrified her half way to death on a mission only to appear unscathed on the other side.

Her tears blur in her vision and she blinks them away, stumbling forward over bricks and bodies and everything else broken around them. None of it matters when she's here, she's right in front of her after all of these years and it doesn't even matter how just that she is.

"What are you--" she starts once they're close enough. She doesn't register the deafening crack until Natasha's arm is already raised, gun still smoking between them.

It hits her like a freight train, bursting outwards from her stomach, and it's all she can do to stare back at her, a question in her expression that she doesn't have the breath to ask.

Natasha's face doesn't betray any emotion, no clues for her to consider her motives besides the ripple of something in her peripherals, the edges of her crawling like Maria is the only thing holding her together in front of her before the world tilts to meet her.

She doesn't know what she expects, some childish, hopeful part of her holding out that this is all a mistake, that Natasha will come running over all tears and apologies and frantic hands. But she doesn't. She walks away without a second glance, coat swishing in the wind before the smoke in the air takes her once again and Maria is left wheezing around the blood in her mouth, wondering what went wrong.

Even here, it's all Natasha. It doesn't matter that it's her lying on the floor, it doesn't matter that Natasha was supposed to be dead. Her heart still aches for seeing her so cold again, so close to the Natasha she'd worked so hard to remove herself from. She wonders what could have happened, what went so wrong without her there to keep her safe. She wishes she could have known, wishes she had even one chance to help.

There's hands on her then, hesitant and sure at the same time, and then Nick's face appears above her too, his features pinched in more emotion than she's ever seen on the man.

"Natasha," she drags out of herself, reaching for his arm. "Where did she go?"

"What?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowing impossibly further. "Hill, there's no one else here."

She squints up at him, her vision blurring out like watercolour. "She was just..." Tears spring to her eyes again, too many emotions to feel here on the floor, here in Fury's arms.

He squeezes at her, halfway desperate. "Hang in there, Hill."

She almost laughs for it. She thinks she'd bully him about it if she was only there to do so, but even she isn't so bold to believe she'll make it now. She means to say something about it, something reassuring for him maybe. She really does, but her breath seems to escape her before she can form the words, her mind losing its grip on them too.

Maybe this is a fitting way to go, she thinks. She always did say she'd be the death of her.

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Not a full liveblog; just some things.

This is Sardax, stormblooded sorcerer and charlatan, seen here after completely failing to use his sorcerous charisma to open a book, getting mad and smacking it open despite his -1 strength with a nat 20. Is he reading it? No, he's just gloating about it.

Act 1

He helps people out of mild contempt; his attitude is very much 'aren't you lucky I'm here and decided to help.' Thus he expects rewards and is prepared to turn on a dime. Lies a lot.

I let Asterion kill him when he bit him, but then reloaded because you don't get a long rest if you're dead and I was out of spell slots. I'll save that interaction for Dyce.

He gets on pretty well with Asterion; fellow liars and all that, but did not wish to share his evil book with him so he didn't. It's actually not helping me like Asterion any better; I think they bring out the worst in each other

Between Asterion, Laz'ael, taking up Volo's offer and getting Loviatar's Blessing, I think this guy is a top with a pain kink of the 'I demand you hurt me' variety. I love emergent storytelling.

Asterion pointed out power in exchange for a wretch we don't know is a good deal and Sardax was pretty much 'yeah, you're right,' and he traded Marina away without a backwards glance. And he'll happily murder the hag later if it's in his interest.

I'm taking my time and getting so much more dialogue out of some people, especially Gale for some reason?

I forgot I wasn't a strength-based human and managed to over-encumber myself by taking all the meat from the goblin camp. See him staggering back to camp laden with pig's heads like an idiot.

Watching Laz'ael go from 'ugh gross lizard' to 'let me lick you' pleased him no end, and he batted away Asterion twice to stick with her. He thinks he has no deeper feelings for her.

I got the owlbear cub I love him ;_; I then failed every single skill check when it had a nightmare, so no approval boost for me.

Even using the wiki I struggled to find the Kua-toa. I told them to raise an army for me.

Didn't bother rescuing the gnome slaves. I feel terrible, Sardax is indifferent. Word to the wise, don't pay him in advance.

Handed the lady an owlbear egg; didn't bother looking for a real one.

Sardax doesn't take it personally when people lie to him; he does the same to others, it's just business. But I think he's angry at what Vlaakith did to Laz'ael.

Act 2

Went to the Shadowlands via the Underdark just to see what difference it made and found some guy with a crow. I missed so much the first time through.

It's actually more relaxing to play a character who doesn't care about saving everyone they come across. By this point Faye was overwhelmed and exhausted by all the things she felt she needed to do. Sardax is merely poking his nose in.

He likes Moll a lot. I wouldn't say he's father material, but he's keeping a genial eye on her. Raphael best watch himself.

We got Minthara! She's got a lovely voice. *sighs and starts brainstorming for another run*

She took over Halsin's spot completely! And stole his child. This feels kinda dirty tbh, I might recruit her the evil way next time.

As charlatans, Sardax and Asterion walked out of Moonrise dripping with inspiration. I think they're actually friends. They both know they keep things from each other and egg each other on. Sardax is definitely considering Asterion's 'let's run the cult' plan as a distinct possibility.

Sardax finally turned on Balthazar at the Nightsong, and Karlach killed him eventually by picking up a pile of bones she'd just murdered and throwing them at him; which was both hilarious and poetic justice.

I found Zevlor this time! And I now understand why people like him so much. I just beelined for Mizora the first time I played and didn't even notice him...

Act 3

Met best NPC again. I love Popper. Got extra dialogue for being a dragonborn. Sent Gale up on stage and felt bad about it. Jahira approved.

As one manipulative arsehole to another, Sardax doesn't have a problem with the Emperor, but, dude, his girlfriend's a githyanki. There ain't no way he's messing with tadpoles.

Mamzell was hilariously off-base with Faye, but when she suggested a short lady with a whip to Sardax, I was just, hoo boy, she's got your number, buddy. I'm unsurprised Laz'ael doesn't share though; she's worked too hard for this.

YOU CAN STAY AT THE ELFSONG??!! Faye was too busy to bother with chatting to innkeepers, and it honestly never occurred to me...

Orin took Halsin this time and her decoy was heartbreaking. Faye would have been so upset (weird she stole the other tav's love interest each time though.) Even Sardax was discomforted.

Faye missed like half of the mage's tower? So much good caster loot! Sardax feels appropriately geared.

Sardax couldn't be bothered helping the Gondians, so no Iron Throne. Faye dashed in, dropped the bomb and ran, but Sardax stayed to kill the steel watch titan, which for a storm sorcerer was not a challenge, also Us kept that 6 int robot stunned for half the fight. That lil brain is so useful.

found a house with a cool dead guy in it who had also read the evil book but sardax hadn't bothered to buy the artist off the guild so they had nothing to talk about :(

ascended Asterion. No one (except Asterion) liked that, apparently. The game keeps giving you options to back out, but like, it's not like fucking a bear or anything.

Sardax is also happy to support Wyll in becoming Duke. Like it'll matter which mortal is in charge once he has the crown, but he supports his friends in their little ambitions.

Sardax wanted to duel Orin so badly, but she didn't give him the option and it was just a normal fight, even though he killed Gortash for it. Disappointing!

Talking to more NPCs in the House of Hope this time. Gortash is still not my favourite, but it feels a little poetic that the grenades you pick up when you go to kill him are so useful against Raphael.

Sardax was more sympathetic to the Emperor than Faye was; she was taken in by the dream vision and felt angry and foolish, Sardax looked at the Emperor and thought he would have done exactly the same thing all along the line. Oh well.

Ascended Asterion's 'creatures of the night' summons for the final battles are kind of hilarious. Where did he get them?

THE OWLBEAR CUB ;_;

Asterion was all 'take over the brain and rule the world' so I *saved* and did so. And two minutes later he was a blank-faced thrall. Congrats, Fang Features, you played yourself. Also that weird pink throne is...eugh. Disconcerting.

Sardax's canon ending is at the last minute he realises he can't do that to Laz'el. And he gets the coolest ending instead

Gale is god of self-help and motivational speakers? Kinda cringe tbh.

Halsin spent most of act 3 in Orin's basement (sorry buddy) so he didn't actually get the chance to make a play for Sardax, but like, talking to him at the party, he clearly liked him regardless. I love him. Sardax only has room in his heart for one person.

#crunchy plays bg3 #bg3

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