#Nerve is just kind of there atp

[doomfestival]

it me

[slut4slytherinss]

Labyrinth

Pt. 1 - Gold Rush

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Summary: reader finds herself falling in love, hard, for Mattheo not long after she broke her own heart over him. Initially convinced that she will never recover from her pain that he caused, she marvels at how she finds comfort in the boy that hurt her.

1,470 words

Warnings: cursing, basically the same as pt.1 minus the angst, so much cheesiness it’s gross, lovey dovey!mattheo bc I’m extremely soft, sort of angsty but in a beautiful way, these aren’t even warnings atp, the other students being jealous cunts, possible references to books or movies, Regulus is STILL dead (wdym he’s literally in bed beside me rn), Dorothea being kind of rude (dw my girl is still your bestie), Drastoria(to all you Drarry shippers I’m sorry), mention of ronmione, slight rush and basically no plot, SUPER FUCKING SHORT IM SORRY😞

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

“It only hurts this much right now.” Was what I was thinking the whole time.

You walk down the hallway aside Mattheo, fingers intertwined. You agreed to try it out and it’s lasted a month, but that doesn’t stop everyone in the castle from starting rumors. He traces circles on the back of your hand with his thumbnail, in a comforting manner, he leans in to whisper in your ear “Let’s go back to my dorm, okay?” You nod. You two go to his dorm a lot, not to hook up, you haven’t had sex since the party, his dorm is like a safe space — and his friends are fucking awesome. You’ve barely even told Dorothea what your relationship has been like, becoming closer and closer with the Slytherins.

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When you get into his dorm you take your robe off, leaving you in your white button-up, skirt that rests appropriately at your knees, calf high socks and black Doc Martens. Mattheo places your robe gently atop a chair next to his desk before taking his own robe off and kicking his shoes off. “Lay with me, love?” He asks sweetly which causes you to roll your eyes, but oblige. You lie next to him in the bed, just talking. That’s all you two ever do lately, though, it gives you a fair bit of anxiety — trusting him with your secrets. It terrifies you, actually. You need to just—

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. I’ll be getting over you, my whole life.

Seriously. He’s unforgettable. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Mattheo must feel how tense you are because he begins to trace stars on your back, it’s his little form of comfort. I’ve never been good at that, he’d told you once. Which seems like total bullshit because he always manages to calm you, or at least make you forget about your issues for a while. That also scares you, the fact he can make you want to cry, strangle him, and yourself, but also smile, laugh, hug him. Terrifies you. No one has ever impacted you this much. Everything is moving so fast, but Mattheo is there with you, along for the ride.

You know how scared I am of elevators. Never trust it if it rises fast, it can’t last.

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You walk into your dorm, laying down on your bed and dropping your bag on the floor. You quickly turn over when you hear Dorothea’s voice “Look who’s finally home.” She says in an annoyed tone. “Dor? What are you doing in here?” You sit up, she looks at you with raised brows and crossed arms. “Really? You start dating Mattheo Riddle, leave me alone for weeks, get new friends and you’re asking me why I’m here?” You swallow, “You told me you’d get over him, you lied to me.” “Dorothea, c’mon, this is like—like a trial, to see if we’re good together, he’s really sweet.” You try to justify your actions “He’s Mattheo Riddle!” She whispers aggressively, shaking her head. “He’s my boyfriend!” You spit out, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. Dorothea visibly flinches, “What?” “He’s—he’s my boyfriend,” you repeat, more confidently. “You just said that the relationship was a trial.” “Well it is, but he’s still my boyfriend. Mine. So stop trying to criticize him and me simply because I care for him.” You breathe out that last part “You care for him?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I care for him. It’s not like—I’m in love with him or something, I just care.” You say quickly. You’re not in love with him. You can’t be, right?

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

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The day after your interaction with Dorothea is, odd, to say the least. You sit outside in the courtyard, leaning against a tree, you’ve been avoiding Mattheo like the plague ever since your revelation. This whole things just feels so—raw. But of course he found you.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind.

“Hey,” he gives you a small smile. “Hi.” You reply, he sits down next to you. “I haven’t seen you all day, you avoiding me?” That causes you to laugh—and also tell the truth with a few nods. “Yeah, yeah I have.” He tilts his head but doesn’t seem upset in the slightest. “Why’s that?” “Well—um,” you try to get the words out but they seem a little stuck. “It’s okay, take your time.” He brings his hand down to hold yours, tracing gentle circles on your palm. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. “I care about you, Mattheo.” You admit. He grins, really grins. “I care about you too.” The boy says, “Really?” He nods “Always have,” he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear, “always will.” His whisper is like a secret for only you to hear, a promise that will never be broke, a sacred oath.

Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile.

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“Boys!” You call out in a sing-song voice, “I’ve brought sweets!” They got in trouble for talking too loudly during class and were removed from this weeks Hogsmeade weekend, you decided to buy them some sweets. Blaise is the first to you, “Thank Merlin, Y/n!” He snatches a bag from you as you giggle. You toss some sweets onto Draco’s bed as all the boys thank you, Mattheo stands up and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek. That action causes all the others to groan and tell you to “Get a room.” Pansy and Astoria walk into the room, talking animatedly, Astoria sits on Draco’s bed beside him, tossing bags of clothes at him, “I’ve got you a new suit.” He grins and kisses the side of her neck in thanks. “Y/n! You totally missed it,” Pansy exclaims, practically shoving Mattheo off of you to lock her arm onto yours. “We caught Weasley and Granger snogging in the bathrooms at Three Broomsticks!” You giggle at her words and sit down on Mattheo’s bed with her, “Seriously? You steal my girlfriend and now my bed?” He asks Pansy, in a mock-offended way, she sticks her tongue out at him. “C’est la vie.” Blaise shrugs with a smirk playing at his lips as he eats the chocolate you gave him. “Speaking of that,” Theodore begins “how’s the sex Matt?” He teases, which causes you to blush and Mattheo to shove Theodore. “Shut it man, that’s so gross.” “Oh c’mon!” Astoria exclaims, “Y/n never tells us anything about it.” She shakes her head. “Maybe she doesn’t want to.” Mattheo defends you, you just stay silent. You tune them out, you just hate how everyone already wants you to be sleeping together. Why would you? It’s taken you long enough to call him your boyfriend, let alone touch him (approximately three weeks). Sure, you’ve hooked up before, but never as a couple. That act is supposed to be intimate with a person you care about. So why do it so soon? You’re taken away from your thoughts by the feel of Mattheo’s hand gripping yours.

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. Just like that.

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It’s now been around two months, officially dating, Dorothea has apologized and became friends with the Slytherin’s, it’s all perfect. Except, you and Mattheo still haven’t kissed nor done anything but cuddle and hold hands. You’re not sure why but the act feels too intimate, too scary for you. You’ve kissed lots of guys before—granted none were your boyfriend—but still. You can’t seriously be falling for him, right?

“Hey love,” Mattheo murmurs, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Did Dorothea let you in?” You question with a yawn, he just hums and nods, sitting next to you on your bed. “How’s my girl doing?” He asks, “Stressed and exhausted.” You reply as you trace your quill along the parchment “You’re seriously doing that extra credit essay?” “Yes, Mattheo, I am. I’m totally failing Slughorn’s class and he never lets us do shit like this for extra credit, I’m savoring it.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Just take a little break. For me?” You groan but end up giving in, leaning back against his chest. “You’re so lucky I lo—“ you cut yourself off quickly, immediately looking away from him. He stiffens, “You what?” He murmurs, you swallow. “Nothing, nothing important.” You say quickly. Mattheo desperately wants to change the subject so he just nods and looks forward.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

After a few minutes of silence, Mattheo speaks again “What were you going to say?” He asks in a whisper, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip bone. “It doesn’t matter.” You murmur, but Mattheo is quite persistent and asks again, you finally give in and mutter “I love you.” Which causes his breath to catch, I love you, those words shouldn’t be a big deal—you aren’t asking him to marry you or anything—but they are. He swallows before murmuring “Really?” To which you reply with a timid “Yes.” A slow smile creeps up on his face. “Well, I love you too.” You grin like an idiot, love, a silly thing to be obsessing over—but alas, you are.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

-

A/N: sorry this one was so short, I just wanted to end this on a sweet note.. sooooo yeah. And sorry for the wait lol🙈🙈

[ashenquill]

IT'S SCAR TIME BABAEYYYY HERE COME THE (head)CANONS

He's my favorite which means he suffers the most so this post is a little bit of a downer, not gonna lie. But there's silly stuff in there too I promise!!11!

Scar's full name is Scar Conn Goodtimes. You may be asking yourself: what kind of name is that? How is his middle name con? What kind of parent would do that to their child? WELL, the answer is BECAUSE I SAID SO. Idk I just thought it would be goofy if convex had the middle names "con" and "vex". Soooo yeah lol

As far as origins and backstory are concerned, Scar is half vex and half elf. His mother was a vex hybrid, and had two kids, Cub and Scar (I'll post about Cub tomorrow probably). They're technically half-brothers, but they don't really care enough to talk about the logistics of it. As far as they (and everyone else, atp) are concerned, they're just brothers. Plain and simple.

Scar and Cub grew up without their parents, and were primarily raised by their maternal grandmother, the only human in their family. She taught them anything she knew about their mother, their fathers, and their magic. Thus, Scar and Cub practiced with their vex magic until they were finally able to properly wield it. (Vex magic has many capabilities, especially among family members, but the primary way it manifests is by having a particular trait that it can amplify. Scar, for example, can amplify someone or something's strength.) Scar had a tougher time with it, and it often backfired on him. That, combined with him being incredibly accident-prone, is how he ended up suiting his name so well.

In his late teens, Scar sustained an injury that caused major nerve damage and hindered his ability to walk, but with his magic he was still able to walk with the help of mobility aids (such as canes and crutches, and after a few years, a wheelchair). He refused to believe that it was irreversible, and when Cub made him a set of magic-powered walking braces, he thought his problems were solved. But that is not how chronic pain/illness works, even in a world with magic. So, he still uses a variation of aids, but the braces have to be used sparingly, as they draw from his magic and tire him out more quickly. That's why he mostly uses them when he's HOTGUY YEAH THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS A SUPERHERO AU.

Hotguy was hired by King Ren to head the Royal Guard and protect the city (and the king) from "nefarious evildoers". Of course, he mostly uses it as an excuse to play superhero, to which Cub is unwittingly dragged into. He's Scar's "guy in the chair", and even though he mostly just complains about Scar taking unnecessary risks, they both know he loves it.

More fun facts:

Smells earthy, like grass & pine trees

Hybrid: elf & vex (mixed) ((I’m not projecting you are))

Street smart - Special knowledge of city layout, people-pleasing, manipulation tactics

Likes: coffee (only drinks black coffee on bad days, usually gets something sweet and fun, he's totally a pumpkin spice latte girly), bird-watching, movies, theme parks, cooking/baking

Dislikes: golf (he goes with Cub anyway), reading

Passions: justice/fairness, nature (landscaping, birds), Scarland 

Habits/other details: skin-picks, eats water (with a spoon)

Active in his environment - takes advantage of being overlooked, sort of dejected/resigned to ableism against himself (but never others), not usually aggressive but might try to control situations in other ways, good at finding out information but doesn’t always think to do so

Special, plot-relevant skills: archery, charisma 500, magic = strength

Terrible sleep schedule, somehow a morning person

I love him dearly so I sometimes make bad things happen to him this is just the basic law of author projection <3

[b1adie]

idk if its just me but the amount the firefly has been pushed as THE waifu for the trailblazer has left me with zero guilt about skipping her

yeah 🥲 its. very annoying imo. i just try to ignore it and appreciate her as her own character bc she is rly cool on her own, but like, any kind of game where they RLY push shipping the mc with one character gets on my nerves… i’m at least grateful that i play as stelle so i can be lesbo about it. its just like. obnoxious atp how much the game itself is like YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER BTW like what??? who said that.

and it’s really shitty to firefly too cuz like i said she IS a rly interesting character on her own, being a genetically engineered weapon from a fallen empire, built to fight a war that ended centuries ago, inflicted with an illness that’s slowly killing her bc she had a fucking mech suit melded to her spinal cord, now defying her purpose and fate by trying to live a life as a person instead of dying as a weapon. and her fucking mech looks cool as hell!!! like that is so awesome!!!! so can they please let her shine outside of just being Mandatory Waifu… like its annoying to me and its a disservice to her. i hope the game lets her do her own shit aside from being obsessed with trailblazer

i am also skipping her but i’m fine w it cuz i KNOW half my friends list will have support fireflies i can borrow if i want to see her.

[beemers-hell]

Like you did with Doc, can we get your Tricky headcanons please (smiley emoji)

Same format as last time then!

Tricky HCs!

Around ~60-65ish

AMAB gender whatever, doesn't really give a fuck to label himself anything specific Period, he uses "clown" to refer to himself in both the first and third person anyway

Around ~6'07"ish

Mexican (I'm not projecting)

The only thing Hofnarr had going on with him in life was being autistic asf which led him to being very skittish and socially withdrawn but academically superior, and being autistic still applies to Tricky, though he doesn't face the same challenges nor have the same academic desires he did when he was alive bc of him lowkey being a reality bending God atp lmao. He can do whatever he wants now so if something clashes with the autism negatively then he can instantly get rid of it (I'm not projecting)

Aside from that, the only afflictions he's got going on are what you'd expect of a fuckin 60 year old rotting zombie lol

He is still the genius he was when he was Hofnarr! And he's not trying to hide it or anything like that! His interests have just shifted from the academic world to frivolous things that bring him instantaneous satisfaction, like DJing and Partying and Killing People, obvs lol. This isn't to say he doesn't still get enjoyment out of flexing his brain and putting his smarts to use, he just acts much more on impulse and short term dopamine rushes, as opposed to how Hofnarr acted mainly on careful methodical planning and long term dopamine cycles.

He had a thing going on with Jeb when he was still Hofnarr, though neither of them really "pursued" it in a very Definitive or Official capacity. It was very much a "What are we?" kind of situation ykwim. He did of course care very deeply for Christoff but Jeb was too emotionally closed off to truly let him in like that, so it was mainly relegated to chance intimate moments and the occasional heat of the moment "incidents" lol, but they missed out on something real. Tricky, even now, knows there's a part of him that still feels that way for Jeb but he knows damn well that they're not gonna have what they could've all that time ago, so he's more content to just playfully tease him and dick around and get on his nerves than pursue something more, Jeb can't keep up with Tricky's insanity the same way others could. This esp applies in dad au, where Jeb is essentially Boxxy's second dad since he helped raise her, but he's not "with" Tricky like that.

Despite what you'd expect of a homicidal freak like Tricky is, he's incredibly social and down to hang and do whatever cause he's always in search of a good time! Except if he's pissed off about something with Hank or the AAHW but I digress. Dude fuckin loves clubbing and headlining sets for them, he loves breaking it down on the dancefloor, of course half the time he parties it ends in him fuckin massacring the joint he's chilling at but tbh, maybe you just need to get used to the "killin" part of "chillin n killin"

The visual of the static and words that pops up around him in the series obvs is just a cool visual thing with him but I like to think that he can just like…do that shit lol. Like if he so feels inclined, he'll project screams and static into the minds of people, which effects them in such a way where their brain functions are numbed to hell and they practically cease being able to make decisions, form thoughts, or even use brain power to move their bodies n shit, and they're just subjected to internal screaming in addition to whatever the fuck Tricky feels like doing to them.

Whenever he scuffles with Hank, he Especially tries to not use any cheap tricks to get a leg up over him, bc Hank is one of the few people who can actually give him a challenge in a fight and that makes things WAAAAAAY more exciting and fun, so doing some underhanded shit he could easily pull bc of his reality bending powers just makes shit less fun, and he values fun over anything else. Unless Hank actually manages to piss him the fuck off during a fight, in which cause He won't give a fuck anymore, and he'll go full fuck it we ball mode n try whatever to kill his ass, like going flame demon mode n chasing him n shit like that

When he talks he audibly uses tone indicators out loud, like verbally saying "slash J" or "slash Joke" out loud when he speaks. he doesn't do it to be courteous or whatever he just thinks its sounds funny as hell

[bypandoramaxum]

journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 3

summary: it didn’t take you too long to figure out that no one on this ship would be showing you any type of mercy, let alone your Na’vi cell neighbour. after witnessing the crew giving him a hard time, you made the decision to befriend the giant creature.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 3.8k

warnings: depictions of violence, torture, bodily restraints, weapons, blood, animal cruelty, abduction, human savagery, recoms being recoms, Quaritch (he’s a whole ass warning atp).

taglist: @jakesully-sbabygirl @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eywas-heir @sweetirilly​ @myh3artttt​

a/n: after a busy week of work, I’ve managed to finish chapter 3. so sorry this took so long, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless!~

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The fresh shower you had prior did nothing to soothe the uneasiness that plagued your dark and running thoughts. Your heartbeat hastened with every pace you made in your cell, your front teeth nibbling on your thumb as you tried your hardest to stay as calm as possible, trying to convince yourself that the Na’vi was alright, that nothing too atrocious had been inflicted on him, that he would be back in his cell in no time.

“Agh! What the hell am I thinking?” you exclaimed, to no one in particular.

Of course, he wasn’t alright. There was no way he was coming out of whatever shithole these savages put him through unscathed. Just what kind of sick, twisted games were they playing with him? Were there special torture devices designed to be used on the Na’vi species? Perhaps they were trying to brainwash him extensively to the point where he loses himself in the process? Just thinking about all the possible violations he could have endured never failed to churn your stomach, as if your heart had found its way to it. Just the idea of him coming back a bloodier mess than before…

…or perhaps…

…dead.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those dreadful thoughts. Now was not the time to be fretting about an uncertain outcome. You had decided that your current goal was to get him out safely and if possible, back to his home, allowing him to return to the comfort of his family. If he had any, that was.

Your pacing was brought to an abrupt halt as you heard pounding on the door of your cell. Turning your gaze to it, Colonel Quaritch entered the room with three other recom avatars following right behind him, holding large guns in their arms.

“Well, runt, hope you had slept well last night, ‘cause you’re going to be needing that energy for what’s coming for you.” the colonel informed.

“What am I going to do?” you replied with a hint of anxiety.

“It’s simple, really. All you have to do is just observe the big guy, see what he does, maybe talk to him a bit. But our ultimate goal here is to gain his trust. You any good in Na’vi?”

“Know enough to probably scheme behind your back.”

The colonel eyes widened slightly at your retort, before chuckling lowly to himself. You glared back at him, while you never showed it, you felt a sense of pride and cockiness bloom within you, relishing in the fact that you probably hit a nerve.

However, before you could voice out another come back, the colonel charged forward and grappled you by the neck, lifting you up while applying pressure to it. It wasn’t enough to kill you, but sufficient in scaring the living crap out of you.

“Seems like this runt has gotten a little too smart with running her mouth, huh?” Quaritch commented, menace and rage lacing the tone of his voice. “Perhaps we should teach her a little lesson, let her know what happens when people back-talk. What do you think, Lyle?”

“We could start off by slicing that tongue off, that’ll get her to behave.” the recom named Lyle suggested.

“Her hair’s pretty long, perhaps we could shave her head clean” the woman from earlier chimed in.

“She’s got some pretty fingers. Hope she doesn’t mind losing a few.” another recom added.

Hearing every suggestion of torture these goons brought up filled you with a sense of apprehension and horror, making you flail in the tight grasp of the colonel. He retained his venomous glare on you as you struggled in your panicked state. You weren’t exactly regretting for saying that to him, but you did feel extremely stupid for putting yourself in dangerous situations like this one because of your bad habit of saying things before thinking them through. In that moment, the only thing that came into your mind was your father lecturing you about the importance of not being too straightforward and hasty with your words, as they could land you in scenarios that would be tricky to get out of. Oh, how you wished you had listened to him back then instead of dismissing it like it was just another one of those annoying parental naggings.

Your pride and stubbornness were going to be the death of you, so thinking to yourself that it would be wise to just drop the tough guy demeanour and start begging for forgiveness and mercy in order for your life to be spared.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, sir! I p-promise I’ll never d-d-do it again!” you managed to cry out, while pathetically grasping at the colonel’s grip on your thin neck.

“Or we could do it the easy way, just another squeeze of my fingers and her fragile neck will snap like a twig.” Quaritch muttered sinisterly while his comrades snickered at his words.

“Please d-don’t! P-Please just let me go! I’ll do a-a-anything you s-say, sir! Anything you want, j-just please! Have mercy!”

The colonel glared at you once more before releasing his harsh grip from your neck, causing you to topple onto the ground. You ended up on all fours, gasping for air and coughing violently from the assault, bringing a hand up to your neck to soothe the throbbing ache. It was definitely going to bruise for sure if you didn’t get it treated soon.

Before you could fully compose yourself, you were forcibly pulled to stand on your weak two feet by the female recom. She laid a firm hold on your shoulders while the other recom cuffed your hands behind your back. Next thing you knew you were being rushed out of the cell with the recom’s grip still on your hands and Quaritch walking in front of you leading the way.

There was difficulty in paying attention to your steps as you stumbled a few times, but at that point, you could care less about watching where you were going. All you have in mind was what you were going to be faced with, and you were sure as hell that you weren’t going to like what you saw.

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After what seemed like an eternity later, you were brought in front of what looked like an interrogation room, although it had a much larger interior and it lacked any tables or chairs. Looking in, you saw a group of scientists, all masked up, circling something at the far back of the room. You couldn’t quite make out what it was from where you were standing, but it didn’t seem necessary as you heard wails and cries of pain coming from inside. Your ears perked up at the noises, indicating to you that it was most likely your Na’vi cell neighbour.

The scientists soon dispersed from each other and exited the room, giving you a full view of the abuse that they inflicted on the already beaten up Na’vi. The number of bruises on his body seemed to multiply since last night. He had his hands cuffed behind him like you were, and was still being held by that spiked collar and chain, but around the lower half of his face, he adorned a titanium muzzle, possibly to keep him from biting people. Wow, they were really treating him like some rabid canine.

“Alright, let’s not waste any more time. Uncuff her and toss her inside.” Colonel Quaritch ordered, his comrades nodding at his words before doing as told.

His words barely registered in your mind before you felt yourself being hurled into the room, causing you to fall flat on the floor. You groaned in pain as you got up to your knees before turning your gaze to everyone outside the room.

“Don’t worry your little head in, squirt! He’s too fucked up to even do anything to you anyway.” said the female recom, who you came to know as Z-Dog.

“Even if he does, there’s nothing our guns can’t do.” Lyle added.

You averted your eyes from the group, resisting the urge to roll your eyes before turning to the blue man before you.

Well, it seemed the gut feeling you had earlier in the cell was unfortunately right. He was in a bloodier mess than before, and cursed yourself internally, almost blaming yourself for maybe foreseeing this horrible outcome. Perhaps if you never thought about it in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to see the sight before you.

As you scooted on your knees, you worked your way closer to him, feeling a little more confident than before although a part of you still felt nervous from being in such a close proximity to him. You reached your hand out, attempting to make contact with him, before he jolted in fright, backing away from you hastily, his back touching the cold wall. Though cowering, he still maintained his eye contact, making sure you weren’t trying anything again.

You nearly facepalmed at what you just did. Of course, he was going to be afraid of you after what the humans did with him before your arrival.

This was definitely going to be a long day for the both of you.

“S-Sorry. No harm. I’m here to help.” you spoke to him in simple Na’vi, hoping to ease him even slightly. “We have to get your hands free. Will you let me?”

The Na’vi just glared at you suspiciously, not wanting to trust you just because he understood you.

“If you stay like this forever, your hands will hurt. A lot.” you said again while gesturing to your own wrists that were slightly bruised from the stress of the cuffs.

He still chose to stay silent, backing away even more from you and turning around to face the wall behind him.

You let out a sigh in defeat. Well, there was no going anywhere from here, at least not in the current state he was in. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to be giving you his trust anytime soon. Hence, you mirrored his movements, backing away from him as well to allow him the space to collect his thoughts.

Walking up to the front of the window, you requested for the key to the handcuffs so you could unbind his wrists. The scientists were hesitant at first, but after reassuring them that you knew what you were doing, they placed the key into a small drawer that connected the outside to the room. You picked it up, went over to him but still keeping a good distance and showed him the key.

“This tool can unbind your hands.” you said as you mimicked the gesture of unlocking the cuffs. “Once you’re ready, just let me know.”

The Na’vi still refused to look at you, still facing the wall, but you took notice of his ears perking upwards, indicating that he heard you loud and clear. That action made your lips curl into a small smile as you found it quite endearing. These creatures were so easy to read.

Moving back to your spot away from him, you sat down on the floor with your legs crossed and hands on each knee. You figured it would be best to get to know him a little better since you guys were going to be stuck together for a little while.

“My name is [Y/N]. Just call for me if you wish to free your hands.” you spoke again, hoping that by giving him a name to work with, he would be more inclined to accepting your help.

“Alright, looks like you’re a natural at this, guinea pig. Why don’t we just leave you here for a bit while you continue to get friendly with ol’ Frankenstein’s monster here?” Quaritch suggested, a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone.

“That would be a good idea, sir. He would probably feel less threatened without so many eyes watching his every move. I’ll probably get him to let his guard down soon that way.” you replied.

“Well, I don’t care how you do it. Listen, once he’s on our side, get him to spill where the other tulkuns usually hang out. The demand is getting pretty high, and we’re going to need a lot more to meet our quotas.”

“…Yes, sir.” You muttered hesitantly.

“Just pressed the red alert button near the door if you need anything.” The colonel said before gathering his squad and most of the scientists to leave, leaving two of them to monitor you. One of them being Thomas.

Once they were gone, you let your head fall in shame. Why did you have to be reminded that your sole purpose of being near him was to gain intel? It became clear to you that you weren’t just a guinea pig for them to test run, you had also essentially become an undercover spy for the humankind. In the case that you did gain his trust, were you going to have to make the arduous decision to betray him at the end? To throw it back in his face like it meant nothing to you at all?

Sigh.

Why did every decision you make in your life had to be so stressful?

Why couldn’t things be a lot simpler?

Why did humans have to come here and ruin peace?

Why were you even here?

Why?

Before you knew it, the endless ‘whys’ had you dozing off into a quiet snooze, with the slight noise of snoring being emitted. You managed to curl yourself up in your spot, attempting to gain some warmth despite the cold atmosphere you were surrounded by. Not another thought came to mind as you allowed yourself to bask in some comfort.

What you didn’t realise due to your slumber, was that the Na’vi had turned around to look at your sleeping figure. While he was still terrified, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by you, especially your character. You approached him with some form of caution, almost in a non-threatening manner. You spoke to him in a gentle and soothing tone, which he found somewhat reassuring and helpful to some degree. His heart fluttered in a way it never did before when you still offered to help him, even going as far as to obtain the tool that will free him from his shackles, though he had rejected your advances in that aspect. While he felt a little overwhelmed by your zealousness, you never forced contact with him in any way. You respected his space and boundaries, never overstepping them, heck, just being within his vicinity made you feel guilty.

You were one peculiar human, that was for sure. Everyone else he encountered were vial, wicked, and downright evil. Everything that went down happened so quickly, too.

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He and his friends were out hunting for the day, prepared to bring a large feast back to the clan. They ventured out a little farther than they had before, a few miles out from Three Brothers Rock. This part of the sea was not the most welcoming. The tides were a lot harsher, the winds blew stronger, and the creatures lurking were unforgiving. But on the upside, the catch here was incredibly valuable. The variety of seafood that thrived here were rare to find and were considered the best kinds within the clan. In an attempt to prove himself to be worthy as the future Olo’eyktan, he decided that he was going to bring back the best of the best, showing that he could be a great provider to his clan.

So then off he went with his friends in search of the good catch. The hunt didn’t come without come challenges, such as fighting and chasing away some other fishes trying to steal their catch, as well as hiding away from dangerous predators that they stood no chance against. But after a couple hours, they managed to catch enough to feed the entire village for a good few days.

The men were just about to head back home when all of a sudden, an unfamiliar noise was emitted from a distance. Turning themselves towards the sound, they saw a large boat speeding towards them. Aboard were a few sky demons and fake Na’vis, and they looked like they were out for blood.

It didn’t take long for the Na’vi men to realise that they were in grave danger, and had to get out of there as soon as possible. Gripping firmly onto their skimwings, they swam as quickly as they possibly could to escape.

Unfortunately for them, it seemed that the demon boat was a lot faster than they had anticipated as it caught up to them in a blink of an eye. He noticed one of the demons aimed its gun at him, and before he could register a full dodge, the bullet was shot and it hit his skimwing, killing it instantly and causing him to fall into the ocean. He wasn’t exactly safe from the bullet either as it grazed his right arm slightly.

As he swam back up to the surface, he tried calling out to his friends, hoping they were coming back to get him out of there, but as he looked around, they were nowhere to be seen. No, he couldn’t believe it. He could feel his heart shatter at the realisation that they weren’t coming back for him. How could they? He had known them since childhood, they shared every moment together, he took the blame for every time they got into trouble with his father, and this was how it ended? To think they left him to take the fall to save their own asses. Some friends they are.

Before he could fully comprehend the betrayal that he felt, a giant net was thrown onto him before it automatically engulfed him. In his frantic state, he unsheathed his hunting knife and tried to cut his way out of the entrapment. However, his attempts were proven to be futile as he was then lifted by a crane and dropped abruptly onto the boat. Several of the fake Na’vis jumped into action and restrained him, preventing him from thrashing about. The next thing he knew was a sharp pain that went through his arm and his eyelids grew heavy due to a drowsy sensation drifting him off to sleep.

The worst part about this whole ordeal was the physically and mentally brutal torture sessions that he had to endure within the ship. He had been punched, kicked, shocked, strangled, whipped, he experienced almost every act of violence under the sun. During his torment, all he could think about was his family. Would he make it out alive to see them again? What if these sky demons returned him home dead? How would his parents feel of having to bury their first-born child? What would happen with his baby sister? Who would be there to wipe her tears away due to his absence?

Would he…

…would he be able to have the chance to say goodbye?

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His eyes snapped open as he jolted awake from his unexpected slumber. He quickly sat up straight and looked around him, only to be disappointed at the fact that he was still in the room, with his wrist bound and muzzle still attached to his face. He looked towards where you laid, and there you were, still sound asleep. It was around this time where he truly felt the discomfort that the restrictions on him brought, and he wanted nothing more than to be free from them. He almost felt bad for doing this, as he emitted some grunting noises in an attempt to get your attention. His actions alerted the two scientists monitoring the room, as they both looked up to check out what was going on.

After a few moments, you slowly but surely stirred awake from your snooze fest and was about to chew out whoever woke you up until your eyes fall on the Na’vi in front of you who was now a lot closer to you than before, his chain keeping him at least a metre away from you.

You stared at him in bewilderment and excitement, though you tried not to be too expressive about it. Had he finally let his guard down and decided to trust you? Was he finally going to accept your offer in helping him?

Okay, calm down, it was best to not get too ahead of yourself. You didn’t want to risk scaring him off again.

Before things got tense, you decided to break the awkward silence that hung in the air.

“H-Hi! It seems you’re still awake. What do you need?” you asked cheerfully.

The Na’vi didn’t respond, but gestured to his bound wrist, asking for your assistance in freeing him.

“Oh, of course! I’ll get to that in a bit. Just let me take that thing off your face first.” you got up to your knees to be eye level with him as you reached forward to grab hold the straps of the muzzle. “No biting.”

He nodded obediently at your warning as he watched you loosen the straps of the muzzle before removing it from his face and chucking it aside. Wow, he really felt he could breathe again. Next, you moved behind him and reached into your pocket for the key to his handcuffs, unlocking it and letting it drop to the floor. Once his hands were free, he brought them forward and massaged them a little to soothe the ache on them, with dark purple bruises becoming visible.

As you moved to sit yourself in front of him, your eyes drifted to his features once more now that they were closer in view. They seemed sharper than the ones of forest Na’vi’s, and every time he blinked, you noticed a secondary eyelid that would unfold after the primary one did, which reminded you of reptiles on Earth that had a similar trait. His eyes were a beautiful azure, you swore you could stare at them the whole day, but you forced yourself to snap out of it before you started creeping him out. You couldn’t help but find this man, despite being of a different species, attractive.

Wait, what?

Didn’t you hear yourself?

He was a different species.

Better to not embarrass yourself any longer.

But that wasn’t the only thing that caught you off guard. You could hardly believe your ears when you heard it escape his lips.

“[Y/N].” he said timidly, almost in a whisper-like voice.

“Yes. Yes! That’s me! [Y/N]! My name!” you responded enthusiastically, with your eyes shining brightly. Gosh, you sounded like a mother excited at her child’s first words. “What about you? Do you have one?”

The Na’vi pondered for a moment, his hands massaging each other in self-comfort, before he looked up at you and uttered,

“Ao’nung.”

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a/n: so that’s chapter 3 for you! hope you liked it, and please let me know what you think about it (but be nice please~). now excuse me, I’ll have to go write up chapter 4.

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[mochikofi]

Hello can give crush edward cullen x f!reader headcanons please 🙏 😊

Crush - (Edward Cullen)

Pairs: Edward Cullen x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Having a crush on Edward Cullen is not easy, especially when he have alot of fan. But you can't help but think of him all the time.. but little did you know, that the boy you like is a mind reader.

Headcanon! Kind of crack? And kind of oneshot?? Idk but i hope ya like it.

Note!: Bella's gonna be your cousin in this one. And bella is gonna be a bitch in here(I'M SORRY). Also omfg i love the cullens and the volturi so much their so PRETTY-

(sorry if y'all don't like it 🫠🫠)

Having a crush on Edward Cullen is not easy.. especially when he have alot of fans, including your, oh so great cousin.

But that doesn't stop you! I mean, it's not wrong to imagine right? But nah Edward always reads your mind and is interested in your thoughs about him.

He always caught you staring at him so you tried to stare less so you wouldn't be embarrassed.

But you just can't help it, the Cullen's and the Hale's beauty is just so eye catching to the point that you can stare at them all day and not get bored. You mostly stare at edward tho.

You we're just walking and thinking about Edward until a pixie haired girl came to you and popped out of nowhere.

"Hello! I'm alice, it's nice to finally meet you!"

Wait? "Finally"? Did you hear her right?? Well of course being you, you decided to shrug it off and talk to her.

"Hello, I'm (y/n). It's nice to meet you too..?" That sounded more like a question to you.

And alice being the sweet girl she is, just pulled you into there seat and made you sit next to Edward like wtf?

What happened to hello? Hi? I mean, it did happen but like.. who the heck pulls someone and make them sit next to their crush?? Well, apparently Alice.

And you being the lover girl, freaked out. In your head of course. Being next to your crudh is nerve wracking. Your palms we're kind of sweaty so you hid them inside your pockets. (Pockets are the best fr.)

And Edward being the little emo shit he is, reads your mind and tries not to smile. And of course, he already knows you're his soulmate. But what was he gonna do? Tell you that you're his soulmate and you should live with the Cullens?? No lmao. But it will happen in the future cause alice said so.

And jasper being the nice vampire he is, made you calm like a water and you don't even know how. You think He's just.. like a capybara i guess.

But Bella had to ruin the moment cuz Rosalie was supposed to talk to you 🙄. This actually made Rosalie mad ngl and emmet had to pull her back. And Rosalie being the queen she is glared at Bella.

Well, of course Bella tried to pull you back but not on Alice's watch. They had a pulling competition and boy.. your arms hurt asf. And alice won ofc.

And you being a teenager who's crush is beside her, switched side and became quiet cuz you're afraid they will judge you. And ofc they won and made you talk and laugh.

You we're talking with Emmet and rosalie with random things until your eyes decided to land on Edward who was smirking st you with his handsome face of his.

You quickly looked at someone else before you become a tomato, and of course, you're mind is full of Edward.. atp it's just normal for him to read your mind.

And school was a little shit so cafeteria break was over not until Edward grabbed your hand with his. You hoped that you're not burning rn cuz your mind is going wild.

"we have the same schedule, do you want to walk to class together?" He said with his voice that can make girls weak.

"yeah." Yeah?? Just a yeah?? Well don't blame our poor main character, everyone will relate to this. We don't trust our voice.

You and eddie boy just walked together in class, holding hands. Your mind still going wild. And Edward just smiles like he's a saint.

And oh boy, you can feel Bella's stare 💀. But you couldn't careless, i mean who wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to sit and hold hands with their crush?

To your surprise, this happens everyday. The Cullen's/Hale's just treat you like you're a part of their family (The swans can't relate.) And Edward being the gentleman he is, confesses to you that he's a vampire and your soulmate and all that.

But you couldn't care less about the vampire thing, as long as they don't kill you. But the soulmate part got you wildin. And Edward being the little shit he is, reads your mind and tells your that your imaginations with him are cute.

You almost passed out.

Like wtf? I mean they are a vampire... But wtf he have been reading your mind ALL THE TIME?? Nahh the embarrassment bro.

But you still accepted Edward. And esme being the good mother she is asked you to move in with them cuz they know all the tea you got with the swans and how they treat you like you don't exist.

And you being the lover girl accepted. Who wouldn't want to live in a mansion full of hot vampires bro.

Their actually surprised that you're kind of hyper during the night like wtf. Emmett always makes fun of you 😭😭

But like, serious talking bro Edward is head over heels like you. This boy like to feel you, like literally feel. Both of you are kinda clingy to each other, but Edward sometimes questions your mentality.

"i wish i could go inside your skin so i can hug you." - (You)

"and i thought I'm the only one who needs a therapist." - (Edward)

Bonus!

Bella gives you the side eyes with her "friends" and she even tried to steal Edward like wtf.

movie masterlist. - navigation.

[lostfracturess]

Helloo, in love w s&c, was thinking about the recent chapter all day 😭😭 also wanted to share mini dr geto I drew instead of working (ignore I wrote prof, I meant doctor my bad)

If you have any fun facts about him please share I love him with my life 😋 hes gotta be sick and tired with gojo and reader atp...

awwweee you're so sweet!! such a cute drawing!! <3 & yes, he's so DONE with gojo and yn at this point. like he just wants his peace but they really don't know how to not cause trouble. he needs strong nerves haha.

here are some random fun-facts about him:

geto has the kind of dry humor that makes you wonder if he just insulted you or actually made a joke.

geto owns a boat and is surprisingly good at sailing, but no one knows how he learned.

geto's has a hidden emergency stash of dark chocolate in his office for stressful days (aka when gojo acts out).

geto actually was the slightly better basketball player, but gojo would rather die than admit it.

geto's driving is terrifying. like this man drives like he stole the car. everyone who's ever been in the passenger seat has vowed "never again".

geto claims to hate internet memes, but secretly saves the most absurd ones in a hidden folder.

geto keeps a sketchbook filled with precise anatomical studies. he's actually really good at drawing.

geto considered gynecology for a short period of time for his residency lol.

have a lovely day/night! ♡

[luzmyway]

I have to write a couple of thoughts on today's final, to no one's amusement but mine, I know 😅

I'm a huge Carlitos fan as you guys now, he's probably my fave in the atp after Rafa so I started the match cheering for him of course. But halfway through that sentiment kind of shift or at least I had some kind of understanding that Nole truly deserves this. I love Novak, even though he very frequently gets on my nerves and I do understand people's reasons to dislike him sometimes. But sometimes it just feels like it's free hate thrown at him. He has doubtful behavior many times on court, but I truly believe he is a wonderful person. And, most times, he's a very graceful loser, and that is when true colors usualy come out.

I just wanted to let this out there because I'm truly happy that he achieved this, the one title that kept escaping him.

As for Carlitos, he'll probably feel down after this but sooner or later he'll come back stronger like he always does. And I also wanted to say that I really appreciate that he's not afraid to show his emotions and cry in public. It's a great example for young boys who are constantly told that boys don't cry.

All in all, we have a beautiful podium with those two and Lore 🥰🥰

[whumpbug]

Question for the Scarab Crew :D

How does each character act as A) a whumpee and B) a caretaker?

What's their pain response? Their fight or flight? How do they react to the idea that they need to be cared for? Are they fussy about it? Compliant?

How do they go about soothing another character? What's their experience in the area? What's their most common gesture of affection or comfort (making someone a warm beverage, putting their hand on their arm or shoulder, words of encouragement, etc)? Are they sweet and reassuring, or more of a tough love type? Or are they just a stressed awkward disaster

HI ANON!! this is another great question!! gonna answer all of them with each character at a time because it feels Right

hope you enjoy!!! HUGE shoutout to @lemlem21 for helping out SO much with these answers. lem is basically the scarabs' co-author atp

very long post incoming i apologize in advance

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nieven:

as a whumpee: nieven hates being vulnerable. he's the captain, the leader, and the protector. how is he supposed to be those things if he's hurt? he's a bit grumpy and closed off when he's hurt, though, don't worry. he will get his time as a whumpee. TRUST me.

as a caretaker: in lem's words, he is Worried Dad™ his way of showing care is just being there. he sits at the bedside of whoever is ill with such diligence. he's a calming presence.

pain response: nieven can take pain like a CHAMP, except when it's anything to do with his horns. his horns are RIDDLED with nerve cells and pain receptors because they are an extension of his central nervous system. truly not a fun time.

fight or flight: fight. 100%. he's already lost his family once, he doesn't plan on it again. he will fight, even if it is at the expense of himself.

being cared for: similar to being a whumpee, he doesn't like the idea of the people he's supposed to be leading doting on him. it just puts a bad taste in his mouth.

soothing: nieven's only experience in soothing people has been his own child (that passed during the attack that killed his family), so he's very much a physical touch soother. he'll rub their back or shoulder or caress their hair, little things like that

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hari:

as a whumpee: hari is kind of unserious. when it comes to being a whumpee. he's so used to being a whumpee because of his health issues that he just kinda jokes about it because what else is there to do?

as a caretaker: he's unserious but in a different way. he tries to make whumpee laugh to take their mind off of how they're feeling (when it's appropriate of course) and he also will sometimes make self depreciating jokes to lighten the mood

pain response: hari is used to pain. he can hide his chronic pain, or allergies, or anything like that with ease because he's been doing so all his life. that being said, inflicted pain makes him flinch like crazy. hes kinda a baby about it.

fight or flight: flight. he's a medic and an engineer, without him the team is kind of screwed. best to get as far away from the situation as possible

being cared for: he fusses a little bit. he gets frustrated because yes, he knows he'd "fragile." that doesn't mean he's a child. he hates being treated like one.

soothing: he's gentle and sweet. he will do his best to lighten the mood, but if that's not possible, he just whispers reassurances and does his best to use his medical knowledge to make the person as comfy as possible!

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nyla: (going to answer the chronic pain question with this one too. short answer, yes she has chronic nerve pain in her wings)

as a whumpee: she doesn't try to make a big deal of it, but she won't outright refuse care unless it's specifically her wings. for normal ailments, she'll fuss a tiny but but ultimately relent. for her wings, she isolates completely. she doesn't want anyone seeing the source of her shame.

as a caretaker: she is very doting and sweet! she's kind of nuturing in a way and shows her love through food. she'll cook the favorite food of whoever's hurt and sit with them and braid their hair and comfort in any way she can!

pain response: if it's something surface or typical, like a headache or soreness or a broken bone, she'll complain and seek out comfort. if it's something to do with her chronic pain, she locks herself up in her room so no one sees her in such a state. she usually cries.

fight or flight: flight (no pun intended). she's always the first to the ship so that she can pick up the others and they can make a run for it

being cared for: again, if its for something simple, she'll let herself be taken care of if the team insists. if it's a pain flare-up, she gets very pissy when people approach her but its because she's hurting so bad

soothing: like i mentioned before, she loves to cook for others! she has a little notebook of everyone's favorite foods so she can make it for them on special occasions!

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zel:

as a whumpee: don't be surprised if someone gets bitten. she is pushing people away with every ounce of strength she has left. in her culture, if you need help patching yourself up, it is HUMILIATING. she is Not a fun patient.

as a caretaker: very very much tough love. she's not naturally very caring and soft, so she gets a little awkward, and that awkwardness defaults to aggression. she means well, though and truly believes her approach will help whoever's down.

pain response: no reaction, unless it is a severe injury. if she can't help a wince or grimace, she quickly schools her face back to normal because that is what she was trained to do. she was trained to withstand and endure.

fight or flight: don't think it needs to be said for her but fight. her first move is to fight until she thinks there needs to be a tactical retreat, but even then she'll fight all up until everyone's safe.

being cared for: nope. don't touch her. she gets very pissy when people start to look at her with pitiful looks because no, she's not weak, she could take all of the crew members in a fight and win and she does Not need people fussing over her.

soothing: again, she's hopelessly awkward. her method of soothing is the silent reassurance that anyone who tries to bother whoever is upset or hurt is getting stabbed. shes protective like that.

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vinny:

as a whumpee: usually doesn't outright refuse. they try to assure caretaker that they can handle it themself, because they want to be seen as independent. they want to meet everyone's expectations. they don't want to show how much they really enjoy being doted on.

as a caretaker: a bit awkward but very well meaning! often distracts whoever they're taking care of with fun facts and trivia because that's all they really know to do. they're dilligent and willing to get any food or blankets or anything the person needs.

pain response: hisses, flinches, pants, and backs away. very cat-coded. they don't handle pain very well, and tend to kind of close up when in it.

fight or flight: freeze. vinnie startles and just freezes and their mind goes a bit blank. they're a scribe, they don't see too much action in the field, so when they do they have no idea what to do.

being cared for: yes please i mean they hate it. duhhh. they're not a child, they don't need anyone to look after them of course. they can handle it. you don't have to stay by their bedside, they're fine. obviously.

soothing: like nieven, their soothing is done in mostly a protective way. they'll sit by the person's bedside with the guise of telling them random facts, but really they just want to make sure they're alright.

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ren:

as a whumpee: scared. scared and confused and ready to run away at a moment's notice because being hurt means he's vulnerable and he can't be vulnerable again. he can't go back.

as a caretaker: disastrous. usually, the person hurt has to end up comforting him a bit (with the exception of when he's using his healing abilities). he has no idea how to take care of people beyond using his abilities.

pain response: he tries to be strong, but cmon. he's little. he cries and weeps and sobs. then scampers away from whatever was hurting him and goes into panic mode

fight or flight: flight flight flight. flight and HIDE. make himself as tiny as possible and as unseen as possible and maybe the threat will go away.

being cared for: he's very weary of being cared for. he's half-convinced that when people care for him, it's for some ulterior motive and his instincts won't let him let his guard down. he's always on edge.

soothing: again, very skittish and awkward. he usually takes to sitting with the person and waiting patiently and anxiously until they need something. he's VERY dilligent in that sense. he just needs something to do.

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HOPE THIS ANSWERED YOUR QUESTIONS ANON!! THIS WAS FUN AND THANK YOU AGAIN LEM U ARE AWESOME!!

[kendraontmblr]

BEYOND THE BASELINE

— follows 19-year-old tennis prodigy Léa Dupont as she navigates her rise in the sport, balancing fierce competition with personal challenges. Léa’s relationships with Coco Gauff—a fast-growing friendship with someone she instantly clicked with, a blossoming romance with Ben Shelton, and her brief, intense relationship with Jannik Sinner that left lasting emotional marks, test her both on and off the court as she faces a growing rivalry with Aryna Sabalenka. With her eyes set on becoming the World No. 1, Léa must learn that success isn’t just about winning matches—it’s about finding strength in friendship, love, and self-discovery.

18+

— [ coming soon to wattpad ]

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༝ LÉA DUPONT [OWN CHARACTER]

༝ BEN SHELTON [LOVE INTEREST]

༝ COCO GAUFF, JANNIK SINNER, AND OTHER WTA & ATP PLAYERS

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𓍯𓂃 A GLIMPSE INTO THE COURT

— The sound of the ball hitting the court echoed in the silence between points, each strike a reminder of her preparation, her sacrifices. Léa’s breath was steady, her focus unwavering, but beneath it all lay the weight of every struggle that had brought her here.

Every drop of sweat, every grueling training session, had led to this—a culmination of years spent perfecting her craft. Standing here now, she was ready to show the world what she was made of, her journey etched into every swing of the racket.

𓍯𓂃 STRENGTH IN THE FACE OF PRESSURE

— “Léa dodged the shot just in time, but the anger that rose within her was uncontrollable. Aryna had crossed a line, and Léa was done playing the calm one. No apology. No acknowledgment. Just a cold, calculated shot meant to intimidate.”

In that instant, their rivalry deepened—no longer just about the match, but driven by pride, frustration, and an insatiable thirst for victory.

𓍯𓂃 WHEN FRIENDSHIPS BECOME SOMETHING MORE

— “There was a certain quiet reassurance that came with Ben’s presence. He didn’t need to say much—his mere proximity calmed her nerves, his smile a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone in this. Léa had always trusted him, but now, there was something else stirring in her chest, something fragile yet undeniable.

With Ben, she wasn’t just a player on the court or a competitor. She was seen, understood. And for the first time in a long time, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she was falling for him as more than a friend.”

Some friendships are destined to become so much more…

𓍯𓂃 A RIVALRY OF HEARTS

— “Jannik’s fingers traced her face as his lips hovered above hers, the space between them charged with a desire that needed no words. Every movement felt like a promise, binding them together in a memory neither could fully escape.”

They shared something intense, fleeting—a love that blazed brightly and left its mark, even as their paths eventually diverged, leaving behind an ache neither of them had expected to carry.

𓍯𓂃 FRIENDSHIP FORGED ON THE COURT

— “On the court, Coco and Léa were fierce competitors, pushing each other to be the best versions of themselves with every rally. They fought hard, sometimes trading intense glances and fiery moments, but beneath that was a shared respect and a mutual drive for greatness. Off the court, their bond was undeniable—what had started as a fierce competition had evolved into a deep, unshakeable friendship. Through the ups and downs of the sport, they found strength in one another, the kind of friendship that only tennis could forge.

In the heat of competition, they were fierce, but in moments of quiet, they were the truest of friends.”

Sometimes, your greatest competitor becomes your greatest friend.

𓍯𓂃 THE COURT IS MORE THAN JUST A GAME

— “Every match, every serve, every match point—they weren’t just steps towards victory. For Léa, the court was a stage where her heart was laid bare, each move a reflection of the battles fought both on and off the court.”

But winning the game is only half the battle.

──── warnings ────

Explicit Language: Characters occasionally use strong language.

NSFW Content: Includes mature and sexual themes (18+ only).

Intense Rivalries: Competitive tension and emotional intensity on and off the court.

Emotional Complexity: Themes of relationships, breakups, and self-discovery.

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— BEYOND THE BASELINE

BY ORANG3JU1C3S

[KENDRAONTMBLR]

COMING SOON!

I kindly ask that you respect the hard work and creativity put into Beyond the Baseline and refrain from copying, reproducing, or distributing any part of it without permission. This story is a result of my dedication, and I'd really appreciate it if you would support that by keeping it original. All rights reserved. Thank you for your understanding and for respecting my work.

with love, always

kendra

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the moment

[a complete list of the moments eren fell deeper]

↳ ❝ [pairing] ¡! ❞

canon! eren x modern black fem! reader

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SEASON ONE

the battle at trost, most definitely. like you’re being super jittery , and then you and eren have a cute moment where he’s teaching you how to use your gear—bc nobody’s died yet and he’s in high-ish spirits—and like you’re competent ; you wouldn’t have passed the training if you weren’t , you were just nervous so he’s being “supportive”

like this dude would probably push you off the building so you would be forced into fighting—and then you discover that you’re actually pretty good at it

“eren!” he’s the first one you call to as you stand, still zipping above you, “my first kill!” you nod in the direction of the subjugated titan on the ground below.

“you’re doing it!” he lands beside you, “but stay frosty,” his smile fades, “we’re not done yet!”

“never will be!” you quip, your expression matching his, ( his heart squeezed when you looked at him like that ; dumbass probably wrote it off as ‘nerves’ ) and you ditch your dulled blades.

you turn to him, “let’s go!”

so yes , you guys were fighting titans together , looking like a real power couple

you try your best to keep everyone alive, but once things become unpredictable, you start to lose it and you can’t get it together

eventually—and honestly, at no complete fault of your own, the “randoms” ( i am so not sorry ) eventually end up dying, as they did in the episode

“we’re gonna fall back.” you sigh

“what?”

armin blinked, “but the higher ups said—“

“—what would they say if they knew there were three of us left?”

“there’s an outpost toward the. . .” you picture a compass in your mind, “. . .west.”

“there, we can refill our tanks” you turn your back to the two

“if we meet up with another group. . .maybe we can tag-along with whoever is there but if it were up to me, we’d be retreating” you don’t wait for a response before heading off in that direction, knew they would be following

( eren hates when people on his level boss him around, but as someone who writes my readers to be anxiety prone , he’d probably see you as passive—so seeing you like this was kind of. . .attractive? )

you hear armin and eren behind you, and you turn to ensure that it was in fact them.

by the time you turned back, an abnormal had come out of absolutely nowhere.

you shoot your anchors down, and slam into the roof, narrowly avoiding getting swallowed whole.

unfortunately, you end up tumbling down the side and into an alleyway.

“[y/n]!” armin called after you, giving chase and leaving eren behind.

he grit his teeth, “dammit!”

eren. . .well he goes berserk. and that’s when he gets his dumbass eaten

when he comes back as the attack titan—like you know it’s him , but his eyes were a dead giveaway. he was driven by instinct and you can see that.

then when you’re talking on the roof after pyxis bails you guys out , and eren isn’t the most verbal person , so he’ll probably just pat your head or something when he notices that you’re anxious

it worked , by the way.

SEASON TWO

there’s so many here oml ; okay so when he took back the wall and you were the first face he saw when he tore himself from the nape

“you did it, eren!” you look down at him with warm eyes, the dying light illuminating your skin.

on the brink of unconsciousness, he looked up at you, blinking slowly; his lips parted as he tried to say something.

his eyes trailed down to your lips, “you must be tired right?”

“rest. . .i’ll be here when you wake up”

ngl he was probably whipped atp, because how can he not be—when you looked like a literally goddess in that moment—like you know you were glowing because that golden hour lighting is ✨divine ✨on brown skin

and then when eren gets “arrested” and put on trial , he did actually shut up when he saw your face in the jury/audience

then the female titan appears; you probably weren’t with him , but did most likely follow mikasa to retrieve him with her and levi.

at which point , eren wakes up to find you and mikasa , but what made him smile was seeing that you had taking off your cloak for mikasa to use as blanket , and let her lay down on your lap while you took the uncomfortable seated position

“[y/n]?” he called to you; he almost thought you were awake from your seated position

when you didn’t respond, he noticed your closed eyes and the gentle rise and fall of your body.

jade eyes scanned your form, gentle fingers resting in the sea of ink that is mikasa’s hair

lips slightly parted, your hair was freshly washed and braided; evidence of your boredom while waiting for him to wake up—your face stained with tears from the devastating loss you suffered and yet,

you were so beautiful.

dumbass is still like “yeah she’s just one of the people i grew up with , that’s it—yep, stops there”

this happened earlier in the season/the end of season 1 but i forgot to put it until now , so the graduation ceremony and the “initiation” into the scouts

it’s a triumphant moment , but most of 104th regiment are terrified out of their mind

and so are you. . .

“you should’ve went to the garrison regiment if you were going to cry” he raised a brow at you

knowing that pretty much everyone in the show shits on the garrison, you took personal offense to that.

you snapped your head in his direction, body still stuck in the ‘salute’ position, “i’m not crying”

“i’m staying because want to be with you guys”

he blamed the humid night and hot uniform for the red in his face.

so when y’all went up into the mountains , and while you’re trying to enjoy everything , but you know reiner , bertholdt , and ymir’s betrayal is imminent.

unfortunately , you’d actually grown to care about those three—and you see them in a sympathetic light after knowing all of what they’ve been through—but you felt like shit.

you knew there was nothing you could do—not even mikasa could stop the two from kidnapping eren.

you snuck away to be alone with your thoughts, sitting down on an old dead tree. you sighed; you looked tired, resting your face in your hands

“[y/n].” he called to you, and you didn’t turn back—you knew it was him. he sat down next to you, and you guys were silent for like ten minutes

again , eren isn’t the most verbally affectionate person , so he’ll just kinda coax you into laying against his shoulder until he finally works up the nerve to ask you what was wrong

“[y/n], what—“

but he got interrupted when mikasa and armin finally found the two of you

inevitably , eren got kidnapped , but you and mikasa were on timing—and thanks to your knowledge of the episode , you lead the brigade to their exact location.

you also kept mikasa from getting her ribs crushed , which set off a chain reaction of things that didn’t happen

eren still discovered that he held the coordinate , though ; also thanks to you

“wait!” you stop mikasa from going for the kill, “eren has to be the one do it!” you gestured toward him

the way you looked at him , like you understood just how much it was true : it did have to be him

he was alone—rendered useless—feeling useless , and then you were there , looking at him with pure trust as you untied him from his bonds

“you can do it, eren” your eyes told him,

you single-handedly gave him the will to live in that moment and finally he started to realize how he felt.

now this is where reader and eren switch places in terms of being oblivious ; like you see how he acts around you but are in denial because you’re like “he likes mikasa—sure the confession scene didn’t happen , but that’s because mikasa wasn’t about to die—their feelings for each are the same as they were in the show”

sigh

SEASON THREE

there’s not really too much here , considering not a lot of the season until the end focuses on eren.

you two return from eren’s basement, an uncomfortable and painful distance wedged between you by the weight of eren’s presence—the youthful and determined glow to his eyes had faded due to the revelations he faced.

but while he was brewing on everything during the beach trip, his feelings for you became crystal clear , shining brightly in front of all his other thoughts.

SEASON FOUR

season four eren is not here to bullshit , so he’d have realized that he is in love with you by the time the scouts make it across the sea

he’s in the middle of pretending to listen to the others complain about sea sickness when he sees you, leaning against the railing silently watching the sea

you’d been through hell and back and had the weight of the world on your shoulders at this point so you were brewing on things just as much as eren was.

“hey.” he greeted dryly as he joined you, “hey.” you said, just as dry.

“what are you doing alone?”

“just reminiscing—“ your expression was blank but your mind was racing

back when you were a kid—when attack on titan was just a show, getting here seemed so simple—but now you’ve seen the toll war takes on someone.

you were just sixteen—you all were, it wasn’t fair—you’ve sacrificed so many of your friends—so many relationships for this.

if anyone deserved to be here, it’s not you.

“it’s not your fault.”

you blinked, turning to look at him—for a moment he looked like his old self as he stared at the horizon

“all the ones we’ve lost. . .those that have betrayed us. . .”

“. . .that’s not your burden to bear.”

you leaned against eren’s shoulder, crying quietly beside him

yes that moment right there is what gave him hope—well that and his knowledge of this timeline , along with others.

he’ll get you alone and give you the opportunity to confess.

if you fuck it up like mikasa did , well. . .

let’s get ready to rumble

[chirpsythismorning]

What do you think about Byler's first kiss being like kiss #1 or #3 from this Eyewitness video? https://youtu.be/twVy0GJQnXo

#1 ! It already fits their dynamic a little too on the nose, and at this exact point in Stranger Things as well. Like the whole you're amazing line reminds me of the painting scene. Also the blocking feels very much like the cabin scene at the end of s4. They could very swiftly put Will and Mike in a situation just like this one. sooner than later, with Mike making the first move and Will being confused about it, not even making the move to meet him halfway at first. Though, I don't see it going much further than that bc tbh I actually picture this more eloquently as an almost kiss?

Whereas #3 is giving more so second kiss? Like after a stressful confrontation or something? We know this literal scene from Eyewitness, with them in the garage in front of the car, could very well have been used as inspiration for the s3 byler rain fight, so that could fit the idea of them kissing after their highly anticipated potential 3rd fight in s5?

I do think their first kiss is something that we've all assumed has to happen at the very, very end of the season. However, I've come to realize that's sort of a cliche? Not saying they can't kiss at that point (again) or that they can't find some way to stretch it out at all, but I do think waiting until that very last moment at the end for their first kiss would be a little too expected.

Like for example, I could see a first kiss actually being an almost kiss? Similar to #1, but with them getting interrupted or something of that nature. It's interesting that in s4 Mike made a point to close the door behind him when entering Will's room, and we saw how the rest of s4 went with them being focused on very intimately, both alone and with other people, often interrupted. And so I think it's likely Mike is going to either make a real effort to be alone with Will or they're going to be in a situation where it wasn't their choice (ie. all the byler alone together in UD foreshadowing).

But, let's just say in early s5, it gets to a point where Mike is just really really needing a moment alone with Will, bc they haven't been able to actually talk about things properly. And there's this building up of tension between them, where Mike is starting to think Will returns his feelings, and it leads to this moment somehow, but someone knocks on the door and Mike's just like JESUS!!!!!

Them building it up in a unique way, where they're maybe almost kissing once or twice. And then it happens!?!? And then they're all in danger again so the stakes are high and so maybe they're having doubts again, that the other doesn't feel the same? And THEN they fight and things get emotional and real and then they kiss for a second time. It would feel like 2 first kisses essentially.

The reason I think this would really work, is because on Will's end especially (and in some homophobic viewers' minds), Will's going to be telling himself that he's the one that is wrong and if Mike has feelings for him, it's bc he doesn't actually have feelings for him, he's just been corrupted by Will or something. Like I think he would probably notice Mike's nerves in the moments after they kissed, as Mike being uncomfortable/having doubts, and that would cause Will to distance himself and then Mike would do the same as a result of having those same doubts too, as a result of them both misunderstanding each others fear for rejection.

And THEN, after Mike finally confronts Will, his first time being the one who is fighting for their relationship with Will sort of giving up atp (for good reason) we get second kiss, directly following their final boss fight (Reminder: Will successfully packed a blue shirt in his backpack that he brought with to Hawkins...).

I just think that could allow the second kiss to be more tender and give a lot of appreciation and layers to those past fights, now knowing that this is kind of what they've both wanted for a long time? And I think that #3 kiss is what makes it fit perfectly, as it would terrifyingly tie back to the s3 rain fight it inspired

And when it comes to the like official first kiss, I do think it could be them both feeling it in the moment and both clearly being into it, but bc of the high stakes scenarios surrounding them, you just know they would be hit with some crazy ass shit right after and have to deal with that, which would lead to the confusion between them despite them both clearly feeling the same.

This is not me saying this will 100% happen, obviously. This is an ask and I'm just giving detailed answers! Also just in case something along these lines does happen, I want to have it written down somewhere!

I do think them going with like an almost kiss approach followed by a heated first kiss and then a slow second kiss, and then a third endgame kiss would be cool. They wouldn't even need to kiss in the epilogue for me atp.

And that's how I can appease both the action packed byler first kiss truthers and the soft quiet/intimate byler first kiss truthers...

[benjamin-ovich]

Hey! I love your fics! I was wondering if you had any more snippets of your evil!Remus fic. Do you know when you will post it?

hi! tbh i was going to make that one a one-shot but it's over 22k words atp so i might just break it up into chapters and post what i've got. anyway, i posted another snippet here and now i'm sharing another one <3

Sirius scowls. “Look, I don’t like being between you and James. So if you’re just here to –”

“Fuck James,” Remus says, leaning toward him. “I’m here for you.”

The afternoon light is bright and glaring as it rushes into the flat, throwing itself over everything like paint. Sirius glances at the sofa Remus had fucked him on yesterday, a conflicted lump bobbing against his throat. Is this what he’s come to? Foraging for affection in the darkest, dirtiest places, because he doesn’t know how else to feel wanted? But isn’t Remus, in his own way at least, thinking of Sirius’ feelings? Isn’t he doing more than James in that regard?

The questions revolve around his head like spinning comets, setting his brain ablaze. Sirius shifts on his feet, his attention still fixed on Remus. “What do you want, Moony?”

“I just want to help you forget him,” Remus says, taking another step closer. He lays his hand on Sirius’ chest, slides it suggestively down his stomach. “And you want the same thing deep down, don’t you?”

Sirius falters, dropping his gaze to the ground. He knows what he really wants – the only thing he’s ever wanted – and it isn’t this. But James will never give him what he’s asking for, so what’s the point? At least with Remus he knows where he stands. It’s better to let Remus touch him, then, tearing Sirius’ clothes off with dark, smouldering excitement, lips curving into an arrogant smile. It’s better to lay the fragments of himself in Remus’ hands and watch him try to put them together again.

“I don’t know,” Sirius says, fumbling in his pocket for a cigarette to light. “We shouldn’t make this a habit.”

Remus lets out a scoff, his hand retreating from Sirius’ body. “Why, because James wouldn’t like it?”

Sirius shrugs, exhaling smoke. He thinks of James’ hurt, furious expression, and the memory fills him with a kind of nauseous sadness, rising up the back of his throat and threatening to make him gag. “Sure. Because I love him.”

“Do you believe that he loves you, though?”

Sirius looks at him. “In his own way.”

“He manipulates you, Padfoot,” Remus says severely. “Gives you just enough love to keep you dangling around his little finger forever, while marrying someone else.”

The words trigger a rise of bitter, poisonous anger, clouding over Sirius’ mind and filling him with hurt. “It’s not like that,” he snaps. “But how could you understand the way I feel about him? You’ve never loved anyone but yourself.”

Remus’ gaze cools, turning to black ice. “If love does to me a fraction of what it does to you, I’m better off without it.”

Sirius takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke sour in his mouth. He finds himself recalling, with an ardent, gut-wrenching ache, the way James had kissed him last night – his tender mouth, his quiet breaths – and how for a few hours, lying against the heat of his body, Sirius had allowed himself to forget the things Remus did to him. But now the feeling of it resurges, standing under Remus’ scornful eye. It floods every nerve in Sirius’ body, covering his skin like ink.

[vashsmunch]

angsty vash x fem reader idea. reader has managed to worm her way into vash' heart as his lover and is a big kind hearted goof like him who supports and believes in his views. wants to help and heal others and tries to help him heal as well.

until knives learns of her and to further hurt vash and make a mockery of his beliefs has them kidnapped.

when vash finds them later they're a insane killing machine in constant agony to push them into extreme acts of violence.

and yet despite clearly being just barely lucid and aware of things and feeling every nerve of theirs on fire, they still can't bring themselves to attack him

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME </3 if i did this it would have to be a full-fledged multi-chapter fic atp, but i'd be so willing lord

[centi-pedve]

hiiiiiiiiiiii!! Did Joseph choose the design of his wings? i guess they were linked to genes and mutation so maybe he couldnt choose...

regardless, do Joseph's parents like . babyproof the claws on his wings? Those bad boys are POINTY and not really suitable for 10 year-olds methinks ... i dont want my boyo to get hurtie sniffles

yess he did! the way their society has developed it, aesthetic changes can be performed like how we do normal surgery, just much more advanced, or genetically, but that typically has certain limitations (easier to change certain aspects of already existing traits than create entirely new ones). joseph's aesthetic alterations were surgical, so his body was manually remade where necessary to enable the construction of wings that also function (aka he can move them and they're an extension of his body with nerves and shit rather than just something taped on.) we imagine he'd probably need some sort of additional help when it comes to growth though because his body can't do that by itself. aka expensive both initially and for upkeep oughh 🤕 meanwhile five has an aesthetic alteration in his hair that's more genetic, so he wasn't born with hair like that or had anyone in his family which would allow hair like that, but since his actual genes have been altered his hair now naturally grows white/black and it can be passed on to any kids he might have. if joseph did gain wings through more natural means so that any genetic traits he had prior would determine color, he could also choose to have those traits altered so that his wings would look different.

he specifically chose his wings to appear the way they do because of the connection to a highly respected group revolving around justice that considers themselves modern day knights, whose members all take care to resemble green dragons. it's both formal and informal i.e. there's an actual organization of proper members who are fully connected to each other, and people who aren't a part of the actual org but subscribe to their beliefs and align with them both in appearance and behavior. other aesthetic changes come with certain associations by result of people being people, so while it's entirely possible and fine to just want the green dragon vibe while not caring for the org, people will still assume you're associated. stuff like that would probably manifest in a lot of different ways, like people assuming you're a fan of a celebrity because you have a similar added trait that a celebrity has, or thinking you're annoying because you have pink hair and everyone who gets pink hair is annoying duhh, etc etc. but in this case it's an association joseph wants, even though some people might see it as a bad thing.

and they do not 😇 he'd probably go crazy if they tried babyproofing it and would just remove it. tbh he'd probably accidentally hurt other people more than he would hurt himself... kind of just one of those things he has to be aware of so he probably knows how to watch where his claws are atp.