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Shauna Shipman x Reader/Lottie Mathews x Reader

Summary: Winter started to creep up, and you all realized it was time. Time for another hunt.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Not accurate to how the actual scene went!!, Betrayal, major character death, angst, bad writing tbh

A/n: working on a Shaunahat piss kink request atm (I say as casually as I can)! For now you guys can have this!

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You knew food was starting to become harder to come by, and you knew soon winter would come and those cards would soon too come out. But for now, till the snow fell—you salvaged any moment of peace you could get.

You’d been dating Shauna and Lottie since way before the crash, the three of you kept your relationship a secret until doomcoming. Everyone was surprisingly very supportive.

To say you were happy together would be an understatement, even in such a cruel place you knew you had each other. And those girls protected you like it was the most important thing in the world. Because, to them, you were the most important thing in the world.

They were the first ones that you told about your autism, but of course they could already tell. You had always been different You got overwhelmed easily, certain textures made you uncomfortable and could even make you cry. You were sensitive, very sensitive.

They never made fun of you for the way you were though, no, they helped you in any way they could. The favoritism was evident.

If there was spare food, it was yours. If there were spare blankets, they were yours. Someone built the best hut? That hut was now yours. Nobody seemed to care much for the favoritism though, which confused you. When you brought it up to Van all she said was, “well your Y/n, so y’know” she smiled at you as if the answer was obvious and made any sense.

Everyone was kind to you, you never argued with people. Even if people hated Shauna, they never hated you. Which made life easy for you.

But as happy as you may have been, you still missed home. You missed the warm embrace from your mother and father, you missed your little brother Jake who would force you to play cars with him. You regretted all the times that you turned down that offer.

But when the chance to go home finally came. You were stopped. Stopped by the two people you least expected, yet at the same time, it couldn’t be anyone else.

Lottie was first to refuse, then Shauna joined her. You could only stare in shock as Natalie scolded them. You tried to argue, to reason. But Shauna shut you down with a quick glare. Lottie comforted you that night as you cried in her arms, crying harder than you ever had before. She whispered to you about the wilderness needing you to stay here.

Specific words of hers caught your attention though, “It’s not done with you Y/n, I’ve seen the vision, of what it needs from you, don’t worry, only a few more days” you didn’t understand what she meant by that, you didn’t think you’d ever understand.

And on that night, when the snow fell, all your hope had faded away. You finally gave up. You were stuck here, for life, no matter how much you tried to deny it. The wilderness was too rooted deep inside you to leave anyway.

The sound of screaming was what woke you up. You rose from your bed that you shared with Shauna and Lottie.

Lottie groaned and gripped your waist, not wanting to let go, “Lot, we have to go look” you told her in a quiet whisper, “Shauna’s already gone”. She grumbled something under her breath before getting up and walking out with you.

You held her hand as the two of you walked together, the cold breeze shot a chill down your spine and you instinctively moved closer to Lottie.

When you arrived at the animal pen, where the scream came from, your eyes widened at the sight and you felt your stomach drop. The animals laid on the floor, dead.

You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, holding back bile that tried to force its way out your throat. “What happened…” Shauna muttered looking around at the state of the place. You looked over at Akilah who was knelt on the floor, clutching the body of a goat.

Your heart broke out the sight and you slowly made your way over to her. You crouched beside her and pulled her into a hug. "It's just like in my vision. They're gone, my babies, they..." she muttered frantically.

"How?" you asked, looking at the bodies that surrounded all of you, it was a horrid sight that made your stomach churn. "Maybe it wants us to leave" Natalie said. You all turned to her.

Maybe she was right.

"We got too arrogant. It's unhappy with us. We have to prove our faithfulness. It wants blood" Lottie announced, looking at you. You turned to Lottie. She stood next to Shauna. The two of them looked so powerful, yet terrifying. You hesitantly stood up and walked over to them. "We've done nothing but spill blood. Coach, the scientist, the... the guide." you listed off to them.

"But they were all our enemies." Mari spoke up. You quickly turned to her, furrowing your brows. Why was she agreeing with them? Mari of all people. "Mari what are you talking about?" Natalie asked her.

"Mari's right. We haven't offered it ourselves. It's not a real sacrifice unless we cherish it. We have to have another hunt." Lottie suddenly said. Your heart dropped. Your eyes widened and you stepped closer to her and Shauna. Your voice lowered to a whisper. "Lot, are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked her, putting your hand on her arm.

She gave you a gentle smile, but it only unsettled you more. She took your hand and held it in hers. "Baby, it’s what it wants, trust me" she laid a gentle kiss on your hand.

"I agree. And we have to do it right this time. We have to show the Wilderness our respect." Shauna said, mostly to you. You looked down at the ground, your mind reeling and heart racing. Shauna put her arm around your waist and pulled you close to her. "Nothing will happen to you, baby" she whispered, "I'll make sure".

That morning came quicker than you had hoped it would. When you finally woke up you were greeted by the bright sun shining through the cracks of the hut. Your brows furrowed and you reached for Shauna who laid beside you.

You practically climbed on top of her, burying your face in her neck to hide your eyes from the sun. Shauna chuckled and gently rubbed your back in slow, gentle circles.

"Morning" she whispered to you. You lifted your head and looked at her with a small smile. The sun reflected onto you perfectly. Shauna thought. You looked beautiful, angelic even. "Morning babe" you replied, your voice quiet.

"can we sleep in?" you asked her. One good thing that came out of Shauna becoming the antler queen was that you got to sleep in. She was in charge so you wouldn't get told off. Shauna shook her head, "Not today doll, sorry" she gave you a gentle kiss. You returned it eagerly and when she pulled away you sat up with an exaggerated groan.

"Once your dressed go help Lottie with her chores" Shauna told you as she stood up. She leaned forward and gently tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You stood up and gave her another kiss. She chuckled slightly into the kiss but made no move to pull away.

Once you pulled away you smiled up at her, "I love you" you said. You had said it a million times before. It was nothing new. Yet, this time, it had so much more meaning. She kept her smile, but it altered to a bit of a more confused smile. "You okay?" she asked you, gently cupping your face in her hands. You nodded, "I'm fine" you gave her one last peck on the lips before getting changed and walking out of the hut.

You found Lottie standing out in the snow, she was staring up at the trees and seemed to be muttering something. You walked over to her, she turned around, probably hearing your incoming steps. “Hiya” you smiled at her

She smiled too, but you knew Lottie, you knew when something was wrong. Your brows furrowed and you stepped closer to her. “Whats wrong?” you asked her, putting a hand on her arm. She hesitated for a moment.

“I feel, weird, about this hunt” she admitted. Your eyes widened slightly. Lottie never usually felt anything that went against the wilderness and her usual beliefs, so now you were concerned. “Lot, you know we don’t have to do this? I’m sure everyone would much prefer to not do it anyway” you said with a chuckle, but she shook her head. “No, it has to be done, I just…a vision I had, I’m scared it’ll come true” she admitted to you.

Before you could even begin to ask her to elaborate, the others started walking out of their huts. Shauna began instructing them all to stand in a circle and they did as they were told without question. Yet, you could see the hesitation in their eyes, the fear, the regret.

You made your way over, standing beside Hannah. You took a deep breath and watched as Van shuffled the cards. She glanced at Taissa then to Natalie. Your brows furrowed, wondering what was going on. “Sh-Should I…?” Van asked, her voice was shaky. Shauna gave a rough nod, “You can start”.

Van picked a card off of the deck, you couldn’t see what it was, but it wasn’t the queen and that’s what mattered. The cards continued their way around the group. You noticed the continuous glances between Van and Taissa but you said nothing. Then all of a sudden, Shauna moved, she stood beside you. You looked slightly confused. “Shauna, what... You don't need to take any extra risk. You can go back to your spot.” Taissa told her, holding her hand out.

Shauna cocked a brow and tilted her head, “How'd you get into AP Stats? It doesn't change the odds. Besides, I trust whatever It wills. Misty, keep going.” She insisted. Misty did as she said, continuing to hand the cards out to everyone. Then she got to Shauna. You looked at her as she pulled the card off of the deck. It wasn’t the queen. You let out a sigh of relief. She smiled at you and then it was your turn.

You didn’t realise your hand was shaking until you reached out and took the card. All eyes were on you. Your heart raced. You turned the card around and your heart dropped. Tears filled your eyes almost instantly. You showed the card to the group. “No…redraw! We’re doing it again!” Shauna yelled, grabbing the cards roughly from Misty’s hands. “No! It chose…” Lottie told you all, she stepped forward, clutching an axe in her hand.

You looked at Lottie, “One…” she started to count. You felt your heart break into a million pieces. “Shauna” you called to her, your voice shaking. She couldn’t even look at you.

You looked at the others, Van, crying and avoiding your gaze. Taissa stared at you, too shocked to speak. That was the same for the others. You quickly took the cloak off of yourself.

You stumbled backwards, Lottie continued to count and as she got to four you sprinted off as fast as she could. The wind blew through your face, the sharp stabs of snowflakes slapped your face as you ran but you tried to ignore them.

Your heart was in your throat, fear pumped adrenaline threw your body and you ran faster than you had ever run before. Then you heard the howling, they were coming. They were hunting you like an animal. You fell to the floor, cutting your foot on a branch.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, clutching your foot. You sobbed, looking around to see if anyone had gotten close. You then saw Van, Natalie, Mari and Melissa approach. You quickly tried to get up to your feet. “No, no, no, no” you muttered, trying to run but you fell over.

Van rushed to your side, she brought you up to your feet, you screamed. “Please don’t! Van please!” you cried. “Y/n! Look at me!” she exclaimed, you looked at her, sniffling.

“We’re not going to kill you, we’ve got a plan to get home, we need you to be a decoy, to divert Shauna, Lottie and a few of the others away, can you do that?” she asked you, speaking slowly and kindly for you.

You shook your head frantically, “I can’t, I can’t” you sobbed, “I wanna go home” your flexed and unflexed your hands repeatedly, stimming. Natalie come over to you, taking your hand in hers. “Hey, hey, Y/n look at me” she spoke calmly but you could still hear the fear in her voice. You looked at her, “I know this is stressful and scary, but this is how we can go home okay? Take deep breaths and try your best okay?” she asked you, gently rubbing your arm to try and soothe you.

You nodded and finally managed to calm yourself as much as you could though your heart still pounded in your chest. “I’ll try” you assured them, Van suddenly lunged at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Be safe Y/n” Van asked you.

Once she pulled away you ran off in the direction you heard the howling coming from. You turned to look behind you but just as you did you ran straight into someone. You grunted and fell to the floor. Your eyes widened but you physically relaxed when you realised it was just Lottie. You quickly stood up. “Lottie, you’ve gotta help me” you asked her, grabbing her hand. You noticed the way her eyes filled with guilt, you looked confused, “Lot?” you asked. “I’m sorry baby, its what it wants” she grabbed you by the back of your neck and lifted a knife. You screamed and tried to shove her hand away, “I’m so sorry baby” she muttered.

Just as she was about to bring the knife down, Mari shoved her away. You looked at her, “Run!” she yelled to you. You turned on your heels and sprinted off.

Lottie was going to kill you. Your Lottie. She was really going to kill you.

You stopped in your tracks when you noticed some others, including Shauna, starting to approach, they were at all angles. There was no where you could go now.

You choked out a sob, standing in the middle of them all as they slowly approached, “Shauna” you called to her, sniffling. She looked at you through her mask, she tightened her grip on the handle of her knife. “Please..” you muttered, knowing she could hear still, “I’m scared”. You heard someone running up behind you, you quickly turned and stumbled back.

Then all of a sudden, the sound of twigs snapping came from underneath you. and you dropped. You didn’t know how long you fell for, but when you felt the spikes impale you, you knew it was over.

“NO!” Shauna screamed, she dropped her knife, running over to the pit. She looked down and saw your body laying there. Spikes stuck through your body in numerous places. She fell to her knees beside the pit, crying out. Lottie came up behind her, “It’s what it wanted Shauna, I saw the vision, its why we had to stay, it was so desperate for her…she was different, she was struggling and it freed her”

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #dani drabbles #lottie matthews #lottieshauna #butcherqueen x reader #butcherqueen #shauna shipman x reader #lottie mathews x reader

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osiiiris · 2 days ago

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V Perpetua - my headcanons

I think so far I’ve seen enough of him to develop some personal headcanons for Perpetua.

Perpetua is human to me, but a very strange kind of human. However, he wears a mask because he doesn’t want to be perceived as one.

He’s mostly nocturnal, has a history of selective mutism, and is terribly afraid of social gatherings. When he has to participate, he has absolutely no idea how to interact with so many people. In trying to seem “normal,” he ends up acting like one of those aliens from Men in Black, the ones wearing human skin but moving in incredibly awkward ways. He’ll say something weird, completely out of context, and people won’t know how to react. He’ll think he did a great job.

He’s absolutely clueless. Always. Completely uninterested in the world around him, he lives mostly in his own mind and frequently dissociates. Too bad, his mind isn’t a nice place. You’ll try explaining what he has to do on stage, and he’ll just stare up at the giant structure, imagining how it would look with real human heads hanging from the ceiling.

As a result, you can’t have a real conversation with him. He’s too unpredictable, and his attention span is too fleeting. Having a meeting with him is one of the most frustrating experiences.

When he was a child, he used to stare at people, a lot. From windows, from inside a car, from a distance, or even directly in front of them. He would stare them down for endless minutes with wide, unblinking eyes, making everyone deeply uncomfortable.

He can’t sit properly. You’ll most likely find him crumpled up in a chair, looking at you like an owl.

He’s only relatively interested in sex, in the sense that he rarely thinks about it or seeks it out. His mind is too detached and chaotic, and carnal lust isn’t his first choice when it comes to seeking pleasure. But when he does engage... he’s freaky. He has some peculiar kinks. Strange shit go on in his bedroom (and not only). He usually doesn’t need to have full-on sex to be satisfied: he just needs to practice his kinks. Most of his occasional partners don’t want to “have sex” with him again.

He listens to a wide range of music, from black metal to techno rave. He can go from Mayhem to Die Antwoord in an instant.

He has a passion for taxidermy that began when, as a child, he used to find dead lizards and snakes and cut them open to see what was inside. He’s not very good at it, though… his creations are terrible.

He collects real animal skeletons and fossils.

The only request he made as Papa was for a private laboratory. What he does in there is a secret, but techno music can always be heard when he’s inside.

He smiles a lot, mostly out of uncontrolled excitement, but since he can’t quite act like a regular person, his smiles are unnaturally wide and unsettling.

Although not many people knew of his existence, he spent a lot of time studying the old Papas. As a result, he often quotes their speeches during his concerts—but he’s no copycat. Sometimes he evokes their words and leaves them incomplete, adds something personal, or even mocks them. It’s as if he’s saying, “Do you remember this? Well, I’m not the same.”

Unlike the other Papas, he’s not in competition with anyone, nor does he want to conquer anything. He was simply pushed onto a stage, and now he just does the thing. His real interests lie outside his musical career.

Sister Imperator is still trying to figure out whether he’s the greatest mistake she’s ever made.

#the band ghost #papa v perpetua #skeletá #the band ghost headcanons #the band ghost lore #Papa v perpetua headcanons

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freshllamapeace · 12 hours ago

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A False Sense

Remmick x Reader

Holy crap I felt like I was writing interview with a vampire with the amount of dialogue and recounted there is in this. Uh slow burn and you talk like a lot…

Warning - Death, Vampires, blood, all that jazz, Dead dove (not really but part two will be)

Part ½, possible prequel

Bruises didn’t stick and wounds healed quick but… the memories, they were haunting. They refuse to leave, replaying in the back of your skull like a broken cassette tape. Yet you still managed to keep a smile on your face because you survived it. Even managed to kill the fucker and sever that damn connetion but in the back of your head you worry that maybe it isn’t over.

You sat on the floor of the woods, blood dripping from your mouth, dirt staining your hands. The man before you was breathing heavily, your eyes watching as his chest rose and fell and his Adam's apple bobbed.

“Do you think that's enough?” He asked sheepishly, sweat running down his forehead. His breath was hot and his eyes were sunken. He was tired, you had taken more than you promised. You smile, teeth shining in the moonlight. Grabbing the blade you'd been using all night long to carve the man up, you gently wiped the metal on your dress allowing the red ichor to stain the fabric before pocketing it. Laying your back to the earth, you look to the stars. They shined down bright and friendly like an old friend. The one constant in your immortal life were those twinkling lights, people came and went, animals died, and nature often left destroyed but those pretty lights never left. Sure there were nights where it was harder to see them than others but you knew they were still there and that's what brought you comfort night after night. “Yeah I think so.” You stated, closing your eyes and allowing the cold air to affectionately kiss at your skin. “I think I may have over done it tonight.”

“I think so too.” Louis grimaced in pain as he laid next to you. His eyes running up and down your body, looking for something, anything that was out of place and would point to the monster he believed you to be. The longer his eyes looked the more his mind drifted to the conclusion that there was nothing out of the ordinary about you, you had no tells. And that, well that wasn’t okay. It put him on edge, his skin crawled and tiny goosebumps would materialize on his brown skin. Just the thought that he couldn’t tell your kind apart from his kind frightened him but still he said nothing. “You know it’s been three years since you smashed into me and my sister's life like battering ram. And still you ain’t very forthcoming about yourself.” He pauses looking to you for a reaction that wouldn’t come. “It ain’t fair you know.”

Letting out a deep sigh in what could only be human mockery, you groan. Slowly you flutter your eyes open as if waking from a thoughtless slumber. “Three years, huh? Time really is but a stubborn illusion, a fleeting moment constantly on the run.” You smile, soft, kind. “Fine… I'm an open book. What do you want to know?” You ask as you use your elbow to lift you up. Looking deep into Louis' worn out eyes. You should get him home soon.

“How’d you come to be like this? And don’t reply with no poetic bullshit, okay? I ain’t stupid, I want the real answer.” Bold boy, he was. His hunger for answers pumping through his veins, a need for knowledge ripping through the air. Your instincts told you to dance around the question, run him in circles till he was dizzy just like you always did but what good would come out of that. You’d spent the last three years doing so and now the jig was up. “Well ain’t that a loaded question.” You laugh trying to hide your unease.

“I was hunted… hunted like a baby fawn.” You took a deep breath, the memories engulfing you like a dark cloud. The face you tried so hard to forget flashing in your mind like a film reel. “He said he loved me. Said he knew me better than I knew myself.” You allowed yourself to let out a bitter chuckle. “In the end, I guess he did.” Louis looked on quietly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I let him in one night. My hunger, my lust, it clouded my judgement. He wasted no time showering me with love and adoration, it was nice.” A distant smile appeared on your face before dropping.

“I allowed the events of the night to creep up on me, lulling me to sleep in his arms. When I woke the sweet remnants of sleep still hung to my body but also this indescribable dread. It clung to me like a leach, buried itself in the pit of my stomach. He was gone of course, the morning rays shining down on my dark skin, giving it a reluctant golden hue. I still remember how beautiful that sunrise was that day. The midtones of orange, yellow and even a luminescent pink clashing with each other for control of the sky, as the sun smiled down at all creation. It was so warm, so friendly, I could’ve fallen back into the arms of slumber in an instant if it wasn’t for the nauseating dread that was clinging to me.” You didn't realize it but your breathing became uneven as your mind went to the events that followed after that sunrise. You closed your eyes if only for a moment.

You were there again. Feet anxiously climbing down the stair case as a sickening rotting fragrance filled your nose. Eyes wide as you looked at the gore before you. This wasn’t real, it couldn't be. Your dads body was broken, contorted in ways that didn’t seem possible. His bones poked out where they shouldn’t and stomach gashed open with his intestines spilling out. His eyes were haunting, the lively brown hue they carried, now gone and greyed over. Not far from him was your mother. Her face stretched out in horror, the expression ingrained in her loving brown features. Her throat was completely shredded, all components on display. You could even see the pale white bone making an appearance through the heaps of blood. A wail so guttural and raw left your mouth that night and you cried for hours on end. You had come to believe it was your fault.

“Y/n you’re crying.” You blinked a moment. You mind racing at an inhuman pace you struggled to catch up. You smile, wiping the cherry tears from your face, you laugh. “Sorry about that.”

“Anyways I woke up that day to my parents dead in the living room and my dog, Little Daisy gored on front porch.” You breath, pulling your body forward you sat up before crossing your legs. “He left me to stupor in his actions, he enjoyed watching it eat at me from a far. It took me months to leave the house after that. Reduced to a hermit, I lived in fear. But it’d be years before he’d strike again. He waited, waited til I was comfortable, happy, safe. He was always content to play the long game. Something I never grew to understand.”

“Why didn’t he just kill you that night? Turn while you were laying up in bed with him.” You laugh sharp and bitter. “You listening to me? He didn’t kill me because what’s the fun in that?” You asked. “I let him in and for that, there needed to be consequences. My parents and little Daisy were just that… Consequences.”

“But you let him in again, didn’t you?” Louis accused. “How else would he have gotten his hand on you?”

“Of course not. I would’ve never let him in, I don’t purposely make the same mistake twice.” You left those words in the air for a moment. Silence surrounding the two of you.

“Like I said, he waited. Waiting till he became a distant memory in the back of my mind. Waited for me to get bold. Waiting was what he was good at. It took a while but I did get bold, started testing my luck by going outside when the sun sunk low. I had to… needed to, the house was suffocating, had been for years but I couldn’t bring myself to go anywhere else. All my memories resided there, riding my first bike, the many piggybacks my father gave me, my mother and the ‘secret’ girls night we’d have when dad was working late. I latched onto it all because outside of memories all I had was the house. My parents weren’t well off so to give them a proper burial I sold things, things that I would’ve treasure if I knew better.”

“But April 26 19XX I chose to be bold. Bold for the last time. I sat on the wooden swinging chair that resided on the porch, an old thing with striking baby blue paint littered on it. Long aged, the paint was chipped and peeling but she was still a beauty. I was tired, lazy, the book that resided in my lap long since abandoned and my eyes began fluttering closed. It’d been a long time since I’d had the chance to fall asleep with the wind kissing so lovingly on my skin. I took the risk, I acted boldly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.” “No” Louis whispered clearly enraptured by your story.

“I don’t know what time I woke up but when I did the moon was softly shining down on me. It was comforting but only for a moment. I felt time slow as the wood of the chair creaked. He was sitting beside me doing what he did best, watching and waiting.” You wouldn’t dare go over the intimated details of how that night unfolded. The things you endured that night never meant to be recounted or relived. “He turned me that night, just before sunrise.” Your voice was quiet barely audible above the crickets and cicadas as they sang.

“But you say you killed him!” Louis said his voice full of hope. The words noticeably coming out loud and proud. “That what sis says anyways.” He said his tone shifting to be a bit meeker after noticing his voice had scared aways many of wildlife that resided in the forest. Another true and genuine smile found itself pressed into your lips. The brother and sister duo really did crack you up with their antics. A shame you were only feeding on the one tonight. “Where’s your sister anyways?” You asked.

“My question first.” Eager was the serpent to feast. His hunger for knowledge leaves holes in his stomach that only you could fill. You chuckled. “Yeah I suppose I did. But that didn’t come first, What came first was severing the ‘connection’ we had.” “Connection?” He questioned.

“Vampires have this connection to one another, like a symbiosis relationship. Not only did he get my memories but I got his. I saw the countless nights he spent waiting for me. I saw his first hand account of him murdering my parents, my dog. And those memories, they drove me crazy. They replayed in my head like a fucking siren. It felt like it was his doing, like he was the reason they wouldn’t stop like he wanted me to watch those moments over and over again. And maybe he did, he had a peculiar way he went about things.” There was a profound sadness now present in your eyes. Louis sat seemingly amazed at just how expressive your eyes were. They told their own story time and time again.

“Now about that sister of yours?” You asked, giving a friendly tilt of the head. As Louis opened his mouth to answer, the sound of a branch snapping could be heard loud and clear. You both snapped your head in the direction of the noise. Your body immediately stiffened and you felt as though all the blood you had just received ran cold. What stood before you was hardly a few feet away. A ghost of a man with blood soaked clothes, in his hand he held an iron grip on the decapitated head of Zuri, Louis’ sister. The spinal bone still attached, her eyes were stuck staring back at you in horror. You could only imagine what her last moments looked like.

“She ain’t wanna miss out on the pleasantree’s thought I'd bring her with me.” Remmick voice and smooth and sweet like honey, always was. Even when he would whisper in your ear about how he would break every bone in your body. It made you sick. Louis cried out his eyes never leaving his sister's head, tears started to rain down his face like a water hose that was not quite shut off. “How?” The word came out quiet, frightened.

“I did what I do best darlin’… Watched and waited.” He mocked. He had been there lurking far longer than you realized.

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I wanna do mafia AU next man

#dead dove do not eat #remmick fanfic #remmick x reader #remmick x you #sinners #sinners fic #remmick sinners #sinners 2025 #dead dove fic #remmick #remmick x black!reader #dark! remmick #slow burn #vampires

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thebrokengate · 11 hours ago

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I think the lighting, blocking, and full general set-up of this scene is brilliant and I want to talk about it for a little bit.

We begin with Micah being the one in the light as shown in the images above, sitting in a way that positions himself above Dutch and Arthur, also shown here:

This is a way of showing that Micah has asserted a position of dominance over the two of them and over the entire situation as a whole, being the one to orchestrate the moments they find themselves in danger of being caught by the Pinkertons like what just happened a few minutes prior when they went after Leviticus Cornwall. But what's the point of Micah being the one in the light? Because of this second shot where Dutch comes up to him for the papers.

Micah has become Dutch's figurative light, his savior at this point. Where everyone else has shown doubt to Dutch and "disloyalty".. or as we might call it, trying to make him take accountability and responsibility as a leader.. Micah has been has yesman, his ride or die, the guy who will say how high when Dutch tells him to jump. He's the one person left who won't question Dutch and that's what Dutch professes that he needs: blind loyalty.

In the next shot, Micah is shown in the background between Dutch and Arthur:

This is an extremely important shot that illustrates not only Micah coming between Dutch and Arthur's friendship, but it also sets up a struggle between them over the way Micah has come off to both of them. Where Dutch sees Micah as his "saving grace" in this time where everyone else is doubting him and has really followed Micah's lead so much that it's allowed him to be just as reckless, chaotic, and even sometimes brash with others in ways Dutch never used to be as Micah has opened up the door for him to grow to his worst potential yet as a person.. Arthur sees what Micah's influence has allowed Dutch to become and attempts to coax Dutch into changing his mind once more to no avail.

Dutch decides once again to choose Micah, leaving Arthur to nod to himself, and for a moment, hide his eyes from the camera under the brim of his hat:

He knows that he lost the battle once more, that he can't win Dutch's confidence back anymore after he's shown Dutch that he no longer has full faith in him as long as he's continuing on doing the crazy risky things he's been doing. He's left alone in the scene while Dutch and Micah speak off to the side because, in a heavy-handed way, the scene is showing that Arthur truly is alone here.

The scene ends here with Dutch and Micah ready to ride off on their own:

Dutch has made up his mind to go through with his plans and shiftily mentions that the things he and Micah need to figure out are just to do with "the plan" and "getting outta here", reassuring Arthur that "nothing's changed" when Arthur knows all too well that everything has. On their horses, Micah and Dutch are now both in a position of dominance over Arthur, talking down to him while the two of them are on equal ground - inherently blocking the two of them as being against Arthur and his ideas. But when they ride off, Micah falls into line, following Dutch out as he's back into a position of being "the sidekick" to Dutch's "frontman".

The scene reminds me a lot of this also brilliantly mapped out scene from the 1985 movie Re-Animator that does very similar things as the scene above (linked in the underlined text).

If you want to study the full scene for yourself, check it here at 12:18:38. (link isn't set to the right timestamp for me, it's a minute ahead for some reason that I don't understand how to fix, but just scroll back to the provided time.)

Anyway, I really love the cinematography and little details of this game that you don't at first see.

"Don't play dumb and superior at the same time, Morgan. We all knew sooner or later Cornwall had to go."

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#I've been watching Dr. Mick playing this game recently and his deeper psychological analyses has gotten me to also think deeper-#about the sceneplay and I just got to this one today so this has been begging to come out since I watched the scene again lol #Red Dead Redemption 2 #also no I did not intend for the link to the cutscene to land on Dutch grunting like that if the link does that for anyone else I SWEAR #LMAO it just got stuck like that and idk how to fix the timestamp in post sadge

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being farmer!Van’s younger lover - headcanons 𐙚 🌾

I couldnt get the idea of her as a farmer out of my head, so here are all the thoughts I had while imagining, mostly what she’d be like with a lover! I dont know much about the actual life of a farmer, so I kept her activities rather vague, it’s more about the vibe and the fantasy of it all, you get the idea <3 hope u enjoy

warnings: the second half of this is nsfw! some very brief mentions of substance abuse/addiction

her backstory:

(feel free to skip this intro if you just want the main plot)

she moved to NYC after high school, broke, not in college, unsure what to do but too stubborn to give up on her dream to live in the city she had idealized since she childhood, so she fought and bled for her right to stay, worked many bone-crushing jobs, got into friend groups with people who were also just trying to survive, which worked out in her favor for a while, but. eventually she got into the wrong kind of drugs and fell off, partying instead of working, getting fired from one job after the other, barely scraping by, somehow cheating her way out of ruin again and again, sleeping on friends couches, until she was in her mid-twenties and couldnt take it anymore, physically, spiritually, so she and her girl at the time packed their things and moved the country-side in the south, dreaming of a quiet, normal, mundane life, hoping and praying for some respite

at first, they managed, but the relationship was crumbling due to Vans refusal to address her substance abuse issues and her overall disregard for her health, her hermit lifestyle of only going to work so she could come back home and crash, so eventually they broke up, dramatically so, her ex screaming at her that she had to get her shit together or she’d die before hitting 30, which did wake her up - it hurt like hell but she knew it was true - Van was tired of everything, people, cities, even small towns, she didnt wanna see or talk to anyone, so she looked for jobs that would allow her to shut down and be quiet, which she found: an older couple, in their 50s, was looking for help at their farm nearby, in exchange for a spare room, so it was settled: she packed a few things and showed up at their door ready to leave her entire life behind and just be a pair of helping hands

she got lucky. the man and woman who ran the farm - which would be hers one day - immediately showed her a parental kind of tough love when they realized how desperately Van needed help and guidance, they didnt make her talk about it, but they could tell that she was recovering from some heavy shit, so they gave her a very clear schedule and made her stick to it, even when she was tired or grumpy, they gave her clear instructions and made her work with the animals a lot because they knew the effect that kind of contact can have on a suffering person

sure enough, Van blossomed after an initial period of disciplining her body, eating better, and growing stronger each day, it took a good amount of sweat and tears to settle in, but after a few weeks she adjusted and found out that she was much better at physical labor than she´d assumed, her stubborn streak came in handy, she pushed and pushed herself until the tasks came more easily to her. she also went to AA meetings in the area on and off, whenever she felt like she needed some extra help to stay sober

once the couple both neared their mid 60s, they were so close to Van that leaving the farm in her hands only felt natural, they didnt have any children of their own, so she was the closest thing to a daughter they ever got and trusted her to take care of their beloved spot of land well and to eventually leave it to someone else whod keep that tradition up as well (at first she felt unworthy, incapable, but they convinced her and urged her to do whatever she pleased with her little spot in the world, expressing how grateful they were for the years shed spent with them, having given them a chance to feel like someones parents later in life)

Van decided to work with groups that use animal therapy to help people who are in a tough spot in one way or another, people in rehab or people who deal with either mental or physical pain that might be eased for while by having close contact to horses - she knows first-hand what caring for animals can do for a person who is struggling with self-worth, shame, or chronic pain, so she always makes a point of inviting those groups to her farm, making it a safe haven in a way, she also lets riding instructors teach their classes there

she makes money by letting people keep their horses in the stables, taking care of them, so people can come by whenever they want to ride them, she also sells some of her produce to surrounding farmers markets, its not a ton of money but more than enough to get by and live a comfortable life

how you started dating

your college town is near her farm and you decided to stay there during summer because the season is beautiful out there and its enough for you to back to your hometown for a few weeks during August before the next semester starts

one day you were a bit reckless and walked out further beyond the town limits than you usually did because the weather was so nice and you wanted to see some some pretty fields, but you underestimated the heat and had to take a break somewhere because you were afraid you might pass out and couldnt just turn around and walk all the way back

the tree you decided to take shelter under for a moment was right at the entrance of Vans farm and she come out to check on you because she saw you sitting there in the midday heat and got worried that something was wrong or that someone might have ditched you by the side of the road, since she wasnt used to having strangers wandering around out there

you were a bit embarrassed at first when she she said "hey there, you okay?" but you she was sweet from the get-go, joking around a bit, asking you what on earth made you come out there in that intense weather, gently chastising you for your lack of drinks and snacks, she ended up urging you to come inside and rest and cool down, to eat and drink something so you could regain your strength before going back home

you got along immediately, it took less than a few minutes for you to talk about anything and everything as she prepared some iced coffee, iced tea, and fresh blueberry pancakes for you - you told her again and again that she was being way too nice but Van insisted and told you that she spent more than enough time on her own, so once you werent hungry or thirsty anymore and seemed more lively again, she gave you a tour of and introduced you to her cats which was a sure way to get you to stay for longer (maybe that was calculated on her part)

after a while of you laughing and enjoying your time together, she offered to drive you back to your place and gave you a little pot of homemade jam to try as a parting gift, a raspberry vanilla mix that tasted divine and was your breakfast of choice for the coming days. as you said goodbye that night in the car parked outside your house she said "come by whenever you want, really, you dont even have to ring, just walk around to the porch and I will be around somewhere" which felt like flirting, not just southern hospitality, so you promised that you would take her up on it, your skin tingling where her arms rested when you said goodbye, her voice a bit strained when she told you goodbye, as if she was flustered from embracing someone that way, a sign that it had been a while maybe, a sudden rush of hope on your part that she wasnt seeing anyone, that you werent delusional to think that she might have been less friendly with strangers who didnt intrigue her, who werent as easy on the eyes to her..

she’d confess to you a while later that she didnt give you her number or asked for yours because she knew that shes a horrible texter and enjoyed the idea of being surprised by another visit by you, she also liked the vibe of leaving the ball entirely in your court, the fact that she had no way of reaching out to you and had to trust that you would keep your connection going (this same energy is palpable whenever she waits for you to come and touch her, she loves pushing your patience to make you initiate intimacy, even when its just a hug, thats her preferred way of teasing)

for the next few days you couldnt get her out of your head and kept clinging to the memory of how hot shed looked: dressed in a white tank-top and jeans that were cut off at the knee, working boots and white socks, her bronzed heavily freckles skin glowing in the midday sun, just like her wavy hair that seemed to burn like flames in that light, her cheeks and lips rosy from the heat, her voice raspy and low, her calves toned, just like her shoulders and arms... you remembered how your knees had touched when you sat outside on the steps together for a moment, how your fingers had brushed when shed handed you a glass, how shed looked at you while you ate the food shed made you, attentive, curious, and intense, like she was holding something back, the same way you had been. it was torture. you couldnt stop obsessing over every little look shed given you, everything shed said, reading into all of it until you were certain you werent just imagining the instant chemistry

after a few days of holding back, you couldnt wait any longer and went back to her place, and just as you stepped into her house it started thundering and pouring rain, which immediately made the atmosphere intimate and private as she lit some candles and put on all the warm orange tinted lamps to offer a contrast to the dark storm outside - you played it cool at first, but it was clear that you hadnt just come back for no reason, and the tension made both of you a little nervous at first, thrilled too though, pleased by the sense of "she feels the same way, doesnt she?"

one thing lead to another, some jokes at first, then more earnest words, you confessing "I thought of you a lot the past few days, you were so sweet to me" her brushing it off "basic decency" you caving and coming to sit next to her, a pleading look on your face, a bit of fear on hers, held breaths, beating hearts, soft eyes, you taking the leap, kissing her eagerly until she gently broke it and needed a second to breathe, to calm her burning nerves, so you told her to keep touching you, to just keep her hands on you, so she did, grabbing at you until she was ready to continue, dying to - a switch flipped in her when she felt you going slack in her embrace, sighing from the feel of her palms on your back, your arms, your face, a bruising kiss from her that quickly turned into more and more and until your clothes were scattered next to the couch and the rain kept clashing against the windows as you got lost in each other, kissing and touching and grinding up against each other, making each other come just from a few touches, using your burst of passion and intense sensitivity to each others presence to keep going and going, finally ending up in her bed, making out for ages, taking turns making each other moan and surrender

that night you slept over and the next morning you laughed about how cliché it was for her to invite you to move in for the summer before even having gone on a proper date, but! you couldnt have cared less, you were so overjoyed at the idea, both of you agreeing that it would be unnecessary to make you take the drive over to her place every day (she had no idea what got into her when she just straight up asked you if you wanted her to help you get some of your stuff so you could stay with her as long as you wanted because it had been so long since shed: a) had anything romantic going on b) had sex with someone and c) didnt shudder at the idea of sharing her space with a lover, quite the opposite, that first morning she woke up to the sight of you there in her bed, all peaceful and content and warm to the touch, she wondered how shed gone all those years without it

sfw

Van quickly comes to love the feeling of never knowing when she might turn a corner and see you laying in the sun on a blanket, in your bikini or underwear, tanning, or reading, or napping - she always stops in her tracks and takes a moment to just look at you while youre blissfully unaware, until the urge to touch takes over - unlike others, shed never think its funny to startle you by splashing water on you or taking your headphones off or anything, shes as gentle as possible, always, either lowering herself until she can press a soft kiss to your back, or picking a flower to lightly sweep over your arm <3 you usually pull her down onto the blanket and get all over her to keep her from walking away and continuing her work, which shes helpless against, shes never denied you, not once, always caving

loveees seeing you in her clothes! when you put a flannel of hers over your shoulders if it gets a bit chilly at night, or when you jokingly try on her working boots, she lets you steal whatever you want from her wardrobe and has a particular thing for seeing you in jeans of hers that are a bit too lose on you because theyre worn out, when you kneel down and she can see your underwear peeking out at the top... you wont stay in those jeans for too long, lets put it that way.

shes always been good about sun screen, its the one self-care aspect she never abandoned even during her worst times, but! she usually never splurged on the expensive kind, she used generic cheap sun screen until you started dating and you gave her some fancier kind, selfishly picking a scented one, a mix of vanilla and coconut because you knew it would mix very well with her sweat while working and the tabacco when she smokes - you also help her apply it, its ritual she came to cherish deeply, the way you carefully apply it not just on her face and arms but where she cant reach, always savoring the feeling of your palms massaging the creme into her back because she used to have to bend herself herself into a pretzel to apply it to her shoulder blades and the surrounding area (you dont care that it tastes bitter when you kiss her on her freshly lotioned nose <3)

when Ethel Cain said "he looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro Reds" yeah thats her… the cigs are her little vice that she allows herself to keep, she doesn’t chain smoke, it’s more of a relaxation thing, usually not more than two a day, sometimes she also goes a while without any, and you dont convince her to quit because she looks too hot smoking 💘 you love those warm late nights where you sit on the porch together, your legs on her lap, her free hand massaging you as she stares off into the distance and smokes (you also got her nice lighter at the thrift store, gold with an etching of a pin-up model, it was more of a joke but she loves it)

for obvious reasons she much prefers cats over dogs and when you started dating one of her cats was heavily pregnant, so you ended up staying in the barn with her for an entire night when the cat gave birth to make sure it all went well, to see that the kittens were all healthy, and it made her fall for you even more, the care and adoration with which you handled the little babies and soothed the mother after she gave birth to all three of them, she also let you pick the names <3 you love to joke by saying "she’s stealing my spot" whenever one of the kittens crawls up onto her chest

Van always relies on her lovers to braid her hair! whenever shes single, she just accepts the fact that her hair wont be braided until someone does it for her again, she likes being incompetent that way, she mentioned it off-handedly that she cant braid her hair at her grown age, and you took the bait immediately, offering to style it any way she wants, a smug grin on her face when you first gently parted her hair into three even strands and gave her exactly what she wanted, that soothing feeling of having her love rake her fingers through her hair, her favorite part is when youre done fuss with her front pieces a bit to make it look more effortless and natural, shes pliant as hell, lets you do whatever you want (her mommy issues havent gone away, even in her forties it does make her blush when she sits between your legs and feels you tighten her braid the way a mother might)

speaking of hair: she doesnt trust hair dressers with her hair at all because shes way too scared that theyll take off too much or give her weird layers, so she usually did an okay job cutting her own split-ends, but you decided to buy actual hair-cutting scissors and looked up a few tutorials until you felt prepared enough and gave her a nice trim, taking about half an hour to really make sure all the strands flow nicely together, and she loves it, shes gone so long without getting her hair cut by someone else that it makes the whole thing feel super intimate - also, she loves that you picked up on the fact that her hair is the one and only aspect about her appearance where she embraces a kind of femininity, its her one point of true vanity, and you taking care of it fore her is very pleasing to Van as someone who knows that people usually focus on her more masculine traits when they call her hot, warms her heart that you take care of her hair like its your own :)

youll often cut up some fruit for her or bring her a bottle of cold water when shes been out in the soon for a little too long, its a simple thing but she remembers how it was to never have anyone do those little things for her, its special for her and makes the work feel a little easier on her not-super-young bones <3

she has a medium sized tattoo on her left hipbone that she got in her 20s and for the longest time she hated it because she didnt have enough money back then to get it done by an actually good artist, so the lines are kinda faded over time, but.. once you started dating, she realized how hot you think its looks, so she started using it to tease you, relentlessly, stretching her arms over her head on purpose so her shirt rides up and you can see the top of the tattoo peeking out above her waistband, more times than not youll get handsy with her and pay her back for tempting you (as if that wasnt her goal all along)

for a long time her polaroid camera just collected dust but one day she got the urge to take pictures of you around the farm, which started out innocent at first (you caressing the horses, laying in the sun, leaning against the fence, picking berries) but it quickly turned more and more erotic, you shed your clothes, she took some pics of you in your underwear, you convinced her to caress your face and put her thumb in your mouth while taking a picture of that, which got her good, so eventually you abandoned all shame and told her to get some milk so she could pour it in your open mouth and over your chest and take a picture of that, you in the grass.. kneeling... eyes closed.. mouth open.. milk dripping down your chin... shameless vulgarity, but so incredibly hot to her that she ended up putting the camera down and licking you clean. both of you laughing in the grass afterwards once you realized what you just did (she keeps a few of those pictures on her wallet, old fashioned romance is her thing sometimes)

she taught you how to properly ride a horse and definitely almost had a heart attack the first few times your horse picked up the pace, she always makes sure youre safe - you sometimes take the horses to a nearby forest and leisurely ride through it, slowly, chatting and laughing and holding hands whenever your horses are close enough to do that (you also fore sureee convince her to take you out on her horse sometimes, you love holding onto her waist and resting your head on her back)

her farm is so lush and rich in color during spring and early summer!💐 flowers of all kinds bloom all over the place, and before you were dating she never bothered to pick some of them for inside decor, felt kinda silly to her as the only one living in her house, she was never the type to play homemaker just for the sake of it, but you lovee picking little bouquets for her, you always take note of which flowers she points at and calls pretty, so next time you gather more of that kind, it became a sweet ritual for you to put little vases with all kinds of wildflowers around the house and she for sure dried the first bouquet you ever made for her and keeps it on her dresser or pressed in a book <3

one of your favorite things to do with her is to go out for a big dinner after shes been working hard all day! shell be starving by that time, so nothing feels better to her than sitting down at her favorite sandwich shop or restaurant or fast food chain and devouring a greasy salty comfort meal - I think she fucks with veggie burgers when theyre drenched in good sauce, pizza with a good amount of toppings, spicy too, I think shed dip everything in hot sauce, shed also love mexican food I think like a good burrito with a bunch of fresh ingredients and chips and salsa on the side, anything thats savory and mixes a bunch of textures! you dont do it too often because she does try to eat rather healthy but once or twice a week you both need it and cherish it, you will sit there for a while just eating and chatting and sharing a bunch of side dishes, people watching or gossiping, her giving you inside scoop when she sees a familiar face, making small talk here and there while referring to you as her "friend" even though nobodys naive enough to believe that thats all you are, still, she likes being coy about it

you realize that all the people who own her favorite spots know and love her, so they give her bigger servings and drinks on the house, which you benefit from as well ;)

if you have a difficult relationship with food or simply dont take good enough care of yourself diet wise, thats gonna be taken care of with her, always - Van prides herself on her harvest of fruits and veggies, the time and care she puts in them each season, she collects fresh eggs from her chickens, bakes her own bread, makes a beautiful summer salad that she perfected over the years with some strawberry slices and honey vinegar dressing and a bunch of different greens and cucumber to make it fresh and delicious, among other recipes that she makes you try and approve of - you eat wellll and healthy with her, and you take up baking because you wanna repay her for her cooking and know that she has a sweet tooth! she also keeps fresh home-made iced tea and a bunch of other beverages that you both enjoy in the fridge at all times when its hot and keeps reminding you to drink, you wont be dehydrated on her watch!

when she was younger it was a sign of luxury to her when she was over at a friends house and their family had Ben and Jerrys ice cream instead of the no-name brands, so as an adult she likes buying all those little things that used to seem expensive to her, and you two sometimes share a pot on particularly hot days, trying all the flavors and rating them, you kept a sheet with the scores, and its a thing she looks look forward to, going to the store and picking your flavor for the night <3 (she’s partial to anything with caramel and doesnt really care much for the ones that are heavy on the chocolate, prefers the creamy vanilla bases ones, she also always lets you scoop out the last few bites, whereas you let her have the first few spoonfuls (you also like to fuck with her by kissing her while you still have some ice cream in your mouth and transfer it onto her tongue with a sloppy kiss, she pretends its nasty but shes turned on by it, every time)

she likes to pretend shes a grumpy anti-tech country woman who hates all things pop culture but she does love that youre teaching her things here and there about whats going on, shes been so out of touch with everything that its fun for her to have someone there who gets a kick out of trying to explain a new slang term to her or a trend thats happening on social media or gossip about celebrities (you sometimes jokingly speak in a way that sounds obnoxious and like something a teenager on tiktok would say just to watch her give you a look of utter confusion and disbelief, like telling her that she has "rizz" when she says something smooth, laughing when she says "jesus christ do I even wanna know what that means...")

even though shes worked with animals for years and years it never got easier for her to watch any of them suffer, shes a huge softie! none of them are "just" animals to her, ever, doesnt matter if its a horse or a cow or a chicken or animals that arent "hers" but live around the farm like little mice or birds, she always feels her heart shatter when one of the animals gets sick or needs medicine or a visit from the vet, she keeps it together on the outside but youve consoled her a few times when she was scared that an animal might not make it or be in too much pain - she also still tears up whenever she talks about her cat who passed away five years ago, she still misses her sometimes and youre the first person shes shared that grief with bc she feels safe with you, its nice for her not to shed her tears in the dark by herself when shes scared of a possible loss or feels haunted by yelps that a sick animal made, you always reassure her that shes doing her best and that any animal would be lucky to end up there with her <3

loves to make you do little physical tasks with her so she can watch you struggle with something thats muscle memory for her, its very amusing to her when you get pissed off and start groaning and eventually give up and tell her to do it by herself because youre clearly too slow with it, shell say things like "come on, lets put those young bones to good use" and gesture at you to follow her and you always act like a petulant child even though you clearly love being bosses around by her and watching her be much better at whatever it is that youre doing together, sometimes youll just sit and blatantly stare at her while shes doing strenuous work so you can watch her break a sweat and jokingly cat-call her

she keeps to herself but she built strong connections with a good amount of people in the area over the years, so shes never truly isolated or unable to require help when she needs, people know they can count on her and that shes about as reliable as they come, so she often comes home with a basket of fresh peaches or a few bottles of freshly made syrup or coffee grounds because people like her and treat her like a daughter/sister/friend depending on how old they are (I like to think theres a mutual aid sentiment that she sticks to, shell give money where she can to those who need it because theyve also helped her out before)

on that note, she is usually way too stubborn to ask for support but if you get sick, she calls some people who can help her around the farm, so she has the time to tend to you and doesnt have to leave you alone in bed all day <3

you offer her massages whenever she seems a bit tense or worn out, sometimes youll just come up behind her and start massaging her neck and shell say "baby im okay really" at first, but then audibly gasp as you knead away some tension, melting under your touch and making little "hmm" sounds

she loves ending her day by sitting on the couch with you and watching a show or a film together while snuggling, she used to spend all of her nights alone, so the simple act of eating dinner together and then watching something with you is a luxury to her that she savors every time <3

you convince her to venture out a bit more than she usually did, so you end up taking little trips to more urban cities nearby (ones that are 1-3 hours away) and have fun days there, trying out cafes and restaurants, browsing through stores, getting some clothes (you know she likes brands like Carharrt and splurge on stuff here), getting drinks if you stay until nightfall, watching movies at the cinema, or just walking around and seeing where the day takes you

during the road trips you are in charge of the aux because her music is too depressing for summer days.. she has no idea how to curate a playlist thats lighthearted and fun, so she leaves it to you (I can see her enjoying it when you blast like an Oasis song that she remembers from her youth and make her sing along to it because you know damn well she remembers the lyrics)

also! you love to fuck with her by putting the most vulgar rap you can find on full volume, blasting lyrics that make her look at you in shock while asking “is this what you fucking listen to?? really?" only half-serious about it, you catch her smiling when shes imagining herself in the place of the guy saying out of pocket shit about his girl

you like to do the laundry because you never got to hang it up to dry in a beautiful spot of land like that before - it feels cinematic to you in a way when youre standing there clipping your shirts to the clothesline with the wind blowing in your hair and the horses nearby, but! Van does the laundry that has to be hand-washed, she likes the attentive act of getting out all the little stains in clothes that are too delicate for the washing machine, she has her tricks to get even the most annoying red sauce stains out, and she also has a thing for washing your underwear, something about washing her lovers intimate clothes is very romantic to her, so you let her do it even though you were a bit embarrassed about it at first

regardless of your usual style you started dressing a bit more "country" to fit her vibe and it’s hot to her - she likes when you thrift stuff like white linen dresses or shorts, cowboy boots, belts with bigger brass buckles, you always ask her for her opinion and maybe drag her to the store with you so she can decide what you try out next (she’d make you get a skimpy bikini for lake days, for sure, you’d be like "this is too much...." and she’d just say "not in my eyes" and buy it for you)

loveees to share all of her knowledge with you but in a teasing way, she likes to play teacher and make you memorize the names of plants and flowers, so she can randomly point at one and ask "whats that one called again, hm?" fully aware that you forgot, repeating it to you and asking again the next day, which makes you shove her and roll your eyes but shell press for an answer like "I didnt hear you baby"

you introduce her to the app that can identify all kinds of bird calls and she gets over her skepticism really fast and becomes obsessed with it, whenever youre in the forest by the lake or just out in nature and she hears an unfamiliar call she gets so thrilled when the app shows her a picture of the bird shes hearing, and she definitely makes you remember the names of her favorite birds and gets offended when you forget them, drilling you like a teacher until theyre seared into your brain

she knows from her own experience that the best way to beat a depressive mood is to get outside and find something to do, so whenever she can tell that youre feeling a bit off or blue she makes you follow her somewhere so she can try and cheer you up :) one afternoon when you were kinda sad she took you cherry-picking and lifted you up on her shoulders so you could reach all the cherries further up and your mood switched completely without you even being conscious of it, she’s great at coaxing joy out of you whenever you need it

in general you felt your nervous system recover from any stress you mightve dealt with before during those days where your senses were never overstimulated by too much noise or too many people around or a lack of access to fresh air and pretty nature, she never outright said it but she definitely kept her eye on you and made sure you felt better than you did when shed first met you, even just sitting in the grass and feeling the earth beneath you and hearing the natural noise of the farm for a few minutes often helps you unwind and relax 🕊️

you know from what she told you about her past that she never got to be carefree as a kid/teenager, that she had to grow up way too fast, so you make her do little things with you that girls might do at sleepovers, like putting on face masks or playing online games or buying little arts and crafts kits to make each other keychains and! you convince her to get one of the mystery boxes with little figurines in them like those sylvanian family animals, which you end up keeping on the windows isle, adding to them whenever you indulge in the frivolous joy of ripping open a package without knowing which little creature youll get (shes the type to put on a poker-face or make sarcastic remarks during the whole thing to disguise how much fun shes actually having)

master of home remedies! whether its a rash or a burn or a cut, she knows exactly what salve or creme to apply, she has a bunch of teas for any kind of ailment, stomach pain, period cramps, headaches, she knows how to dress any kind of wound (because shes had to patch herself up, many times) so any kind of pain youre in, shes gonna do her very best to relieve you of it (not just by giving you head, although thats always worth a try, to her)

shes somehow alwaaays chewing on something, either gum, or tooth picks, or even just random pieces of grass (which you make fun of her for, lovingly) its pretty rare that she goes a whole day without reaching for something to mindlessly chew on (one time you offered her your finger and said "if you need to always have something in your mouth... here" and she swatted your hand away and told you off but the blush on her face betrayed her because she does love to have your fingers in her mouth, she cant help it)

loves to kiss you on your hands/knuckles, the chivalrous feel of it, the devotion, its just a go-to move for her and you never ever tire of it or lose those butterflies you felt the first time she did it

her other favorite places to kiss on your body while youre not undressed are your cheeks and your shoulders!

sometimes she worries that youll get bored of spending all your days out there with her so she makes it clear that shed drive you to a friends place and be fine with it if you needed a few a days away (blatant lie, she wouldnt be fine) but you make it clear that youre not interesting in going anywhere, unless its together with her! you love your new routine of having time to yourself in the house or outside until shes done working and you spend the rest of the day together

she might be sober but she’ll gladly make you a nice cocktail or buy you a drink every once in a while because she thinks its very cute when youre tipsy and get even more touchy-feely and affectionate with her than usual

you like to spoil her by giving her hands some love, she uses them so much that she needs to use very moisturizing thick cremes and youll take some of that and massage her hand and and really make sure it seeps into her skin, sometimes shell just lay in bed at night and let you work away at her hands as she almost dozes off from how good it feels <3

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one might think she has less energy when shes been working hard all day but its actually the opposite, whenever shes breathing heavy and sweating and her blood is rushing from the strain of the heat combined with her physical work, she is so easily turned on by the sight of you, its primal in way, so sometimes when she comes inside all dirty and sweaty and flushed you can tell just from the look she gives you that youre about to be ruined (she will drag you to bed, tear your clothes off and lick and kiss and bite you all over, she gets so into it so fast that all you can do is lay back and make pretty sounds for her as she gets all the pent up energy out of her system, which is a new pleasure for her, the pleasure after-work sex)

shes a very even mix of gentle and aggressive! even though shes much stronger than you, she doesnt get off on the idea of domination, it turns her on way more to think that she is your protector when you when youre having sex, while youre in your most vulnerable state, it turns her on to know that she can hold you in a way that makes you feel weak and eager to sink deeply into that weakness, always gripping you and handling you with a firmness that feels caring and loving no matter how nasty the sex is (she could be in the middle of losing her mind while deep inside you but shed never let that lust and hunger turn her careless or too harsh, you know youll never feel used with her, no matter how hard you fuck, its always tinged with tenderness)

shes strong. very strong….shes been handling animals who weigh much more than the average human for years and when you first started dating you definitely felt a rush when she first grabbed you and you felt the sheer strength of her, it drove you crazyyy to feel how easy it was for her to pull you onto her lap or flip you over or carry you around 😵‍💫

at first, she held back, but when you told her that you trust her and want her to really make you feel how strong she is, she started to get into it during sex, holding you in place or wrapping her arms around you so tight and firm that you mightve just come from that sensation alone... she has stamina that never runs out and prides herself on it, but! when youre giving... its over. doesnt matter how physically strong she is, how firm her muscles are, shes so sensitive to your touch that all of her strength melts away that moment your touch your tongue to her or feel her up or fuck her, shes definitely less composed when youre inside of her than you are when shes in you, she whines and moans so intensely...

shes for sureee big into overstimulation, shes an eager giver when she tops, through and through, so she’ll keep going and going until youre shaking and sweating through the sheets, never in a way that’s punishing, always kissing and caressing you all the way through, whispering sweet things as you come for the fourth or fifth time and eventually tap out, laying on top of her, both of you drenched head to toe but so satisfied, so in love, dozing off until an hour later when you clean up and devour some good food together <3

her sex-drive is prettyyy high but its a consistent thing so she’ more of a "whenever youre down, im down, just tell me" type of person, whereas your bursts of desire are more intense and out of the blue, youre more needy and desperate with it, which works out well because sometimes shell just sit back and wait for you to come onto her, aware that it hardly ever takes long for you to get gripped by a feeling of "i need her now or ill die"

will take risks when it comes to having sex outside, any time, its her property, her land, so she will use it as she sees fit, which includes having you wherever and whenever you two feel like it - it’s rare that youre actually in danger of having someone walk up and see you, but it’s definitely happened once or twice that you lost track of time while messing around in the stables and someone quickly turned back around while coughing loudly to signal to you "wrap it up, people are coming", which always makes her feel kind of smug, the fact that people know damn well how lucky she is, having a girl like you to pull into a stack of hay, savoring the sweet dusty smell of the surroundings mixed with the taste of you while she hikes up your dress or pulls down your shorts and gives you head right there <3

it was a huge fantasy of hers, to have a lover that way, so sometimes you leave the stables with visible prints on your ass and thighs where they hay dug in, picking it off your clothes with her help, shaky legs as you leave her to deal with the people who came to ride their horses, a smile from her when she sees you struggling to walk straight as you go inside to freshen up (or jerk off, to finish what she started, telling her about it afterwards to make her get off to the idea of you in her bed touching yourself while she was outside being all professional..)

she can never ever get enough of seeing you on top of her!!whether it’s you riding her fingers or her strap, grinding down against her thigh, she doesn’t care how, all she wants is to see you lose yourself on her, she’s obsessed... 🫠

also, when shes the one fucking you, you both love using the furniture.. you bent over the kitchen table, one leg propped up on a chair so she has good access, her chest flush against your back, her kissing your neck as she holds you with her arm around your waist and gives to you from the back.. fucking you like that until she turns you back around to have you lay back and relax on the table as she finishes you off, really making use of the steady wooden table when youre squirming and losing it..

early morning sex 💘 she usually wakes up naturally around between 5 and 6 am because as a farmer her days always start pretty early and she loves when you stir and smile at her, still half-asleep and and all cozy and soft, it makes her wanna spoil you, so you often wake up to her gently moving your blanket away, so she can caress you and kiss your body and give you head, nothing too overwhelming, but enough to give you the kind of orgasm that makes you fall right back asleep all satisfied and limp and dazed from the feeling of being half-lucid half-dreaming while she ate you out

youll sleep for two more hours or so while she already gets to work, until you get up and prepare some coffee for her, so she usually takes her first break around 9am and has breakfast with you! you sometimes like to repay her for the way she woke you up by getting on your knees in front of her chair and taste her until she cant take it anymore and gets back up to continue her work, a bit scared she might mishandle a tool with the fresh memory of you looking up at her with a slick chin making her all weak and dizzy..

spit. shes more filthy than she is kinky, give her some intense loving passionate sex with a lot of spit involved and shes over the moon, loves when you spit in her mouth and then kiss her afterwards, when you lick over her chest or neck and leave a glistening trail where your tongue traveled up, when you suck on her fingers to lube them up before she fingers you or jerks you off, when you give her strap sloppy head before taking it all the way in with ease because youre so turned on and it is so wet with your saliva, loves when you let your spit drool onto her cunt before you eat her out 💞

very into sensuality in general, she could spend hours just lazily playing with your pussy and feeling you get wetter and wetter without ever getting bored, she loves to just feel you, having you sit comfortably as she switches between rubbing your clit, your whole outside area, teasing your entrance, and fingering you, shes in love with your cunt and wont ever turn down the chance to just hear you whimper and whine as you relax with your legs spread while she watches your pussy swell and get wet and take her fingers - will coo at you and kiss you wherever she can reach as she tells you how good you feel, will keep it up for as long as you want and you love those moments when you dont feel pressured to orgasm because she loves touching you just for the sake of it, not to get an ego-boost from making you cum (even though she always does, youre too in love with her not to drench her fingers when shes teasing you like that and whispering in your ear)

if you squirt... yeah shes licking it all up and doing exactly what she did before to try and make it happen again, as I said shes filthyyy 😵‍💫 would get so turned on from the sight of you ruining her sheets, would shush you if you apologized and insist that you never ever hold back even if it means she has to do laundry more than usual

her tits are a weak spot, super sensitive </3 her nipples will get hard if the wind blows a little too strong... and before dating you she kinda ignored her chest for the most part but with you she rediscovered the thrill of having her tits sucked while being pleased, sometimes you’ll randomly push her onto the couch and lift up her shirt to kiss her chest just to hear her moan for a few seconds, a little treat for yourself (and her) during the day

vocal. so fucking vocal. she can never ever keep quiet and you only go harder whenever you can tell that shes trying to stifle the sounds, you want them all out in the open, and it usually takes very little time for her to lose her composure which she gets embarrassed by for sure, once the orgasm subsides shes like oh... great. I sounded like ive never had sex in my life. yet again. perfect. but you loveee it, its so hot to you that this woman who is usually perceived as tough and strong and reserved is such a mess in bed

shes spent many years with her beloved truck and for the longest time she had fantasies about fucking in there, which came true once you started dating <3 you love straddling her in her seat when youre parked somewhere secluded, or when you come home from a late night drive, youve definitely fucked in the backseat a few times when she drove you out to a lake or a nice spot where nobody else was around, you both get a thrill out of it, the leather seats, the semi-public feel of it all, the risk factor, the way the car kinda smells like sex when you drive home afterwards (you also love to gawk at her when shes fixing the truck, makes her take her sweet time with it)

loves pillow talk and savoring the post-sex glow, its something she never rushes or skips, shes will move you onto her chest and caress your back or let you lay where you are and kiss your body, eventually resting her head on your stomach so you can stroke her hair, or youll just wrap your arms around each other and stay like that for a while

that post on here thats like "dont shave your bush I will kill myself" thats something she might actually say bc she is for sure soo into bush its one of the most erotic things to her, everything about it, she loves when it tickles her nose, loves the soft feel of it when she puts her hands in your underwear to jerk you off, loves the look of it when you get dressed and your underwear is see-through enough for your bush to peek through, hottt as hell to her

if youre the type to wear lingerie, she’d be very into it, never takes it for granted - one of the hottest things ever to her is when her girl wears clothes that are not what you’d consider fancy or special while wearing the most beautiful, delicate underwear, the contrast kills her every time, the sight of a nice lacy bra peeking out of a tank top that you stole from her... phewww shes on her knees. immediately. same thing with panties, she always interrupts you when youre getting dressed to admire you when youre wearing nothing but a pair of lacy underwear, also loves when you wear regular comfortable cotton underwear, the sight of it wedged between your cheeks somehow makes her wanna take a chunk out of your ass every time.. also loves you in her boxers. everything really, shes a lover of whatever you have going on beneath your clothes <3

face sitting. being the giver in a submissive way is so deeply satisfying for her, so shell often just ask you to ride her face, you might be lying in bed in the afternoon just relaxing kissing a little and shell straight up ask if you want to use her face for a bit, shell happily lay back and use her strength to hold you up by your waist when you get tired and cant really brace yourself against the wall/headboard that well anymore, shell take it all without ever complaining, doesnt matter if you suffocate her, drench her whole face, kinda fuck up her neck, she doesnt care, shell be too drunk on the feel and taste and sight of having you on her like that, staring up at you with glazed over eyes, maybe using one hand to jerk herself off because shes too turned on and cant take it..

maybe one time she was feeling wild and told you to do it while you were wearing a dress outside, her just laying down on the lawn and telling you do it right there bc you could climb off her fast if someone did happen to come around the corner - again, she might be private and reserved but being caught isnt really an issue for her, shed just be like "and what. I will have my girl the way I want when I want, deal with it."

didnt use any toys on her own but can definitely get down with them when its with you! I think she might be too shy to suggest this but she’d absolutely lose her mind if she saw you riding a toy to get off, like you straddling it on her bed to give her the chance to see you from whatever angle she wants, unlike when youre riding her and she cant see you from far away etc. - I also think shes the type of lover who wants to know/see how you masturbate, or how you did it before you met her, its such a private thing and I think she loves the idea of being trusted with that information <3

rediscovered her love of receiving/bottoming with you - with hookups she usually only let them do things that didnt feel too vulnerable, i dont think she let any of them see her in positions that made her feel too exposed, but with you she feels safe enough to admit that she does like being on her hands and knees, that she likes to be finger-fucked until shes near tears, that she sometimes likes to just have her face in the pillows as you eat her out or touch her from the back, its not something that happens too often bc it does require a lot of trust on her part, but when shes really horny and youre being sweet and kissing her all over to get her worked up shell sometimes cave and beg you to just do whatever you want and get rough with her

especially with a younger partner shes turned on by the idea that someone who has less experience can ruin her like that, its a nice secret to have because she knows a lot of people would look at a lesbian who looks like her and assume that shes a top, but shes a switch through and through, would never give up one or the other

she wears a thin gold chain that she hardly ever takes off, so sometimes when youre fucking it dangles over your face, or you pull her in for a kiss by gently tugging at it <3

one time you found a playboy from her exact birth year and month at the antique book/magazine store and brought it home for her, which was more of a silly present but she did find it sweet/hot and left it on the coffee table as decor (you made her flip through it with you and teased her by pointing out which models you assumed she found the hottest, which she shut down by saying "well I would do the same to you right now but theyre all like what.. twenty years too young for you?", so you doubled-down and said "oh dont flatter yourself, I like women my age too", so she did briefly have a fantasy of you getting with a girl your own age as she watches you two, which struck a nerve, but she kept that to herself, at least for the time being..)

youre obsessed with her physique because she has the distinct shape of someone who earned their muscles through hard work, who didnt try to grow them out of a need to become as big as possible but who genuinely needs to be strong to do their daily tasks, so her muscles are not cartoonish or over the top, she just has a firmness to her stomach and thighs and back thats hottt as hell to you, her abs are subtle but theyre there, and your absolute weak spot: her V-line. when shes wearing a shirt thats too short to cover up the spot right above her pants and you can see those lines that lead down into her underwear.. it’s over. youre staring shamelessly, and she pretends she doesnt notice but she loveees it, shell lay back and stretch out her legs and count you gawking at the sight of her exposed stomach 😵‍💫

sometimes when shes tired she’ll just lay flat on her back on the bed, arms and legs spread out and let you crawl all over her, feel her up, do whatever the fuck you want, shes happy to just lay there and take it all, so you usually spoil her and kiss and touch her all over before getting to anything more intense, straddling her, playing with her hair, teasing her, kissing her neck, massaging her, biting her, you know she loves being trapped and helpless while shes exhausted and eager to be showered in affection <3

the first time you were with her when she said "good girl" to her horse you grinned and asked "who, me or her?", so she shot you a smug look and said "what are you doing right now thats praise worthy, hm?" but she definitely took note of it and brought it up later on in bed, which did make her say it less to her horse from that point on (oops..)

one time during your first weeks of dating you couldnt ride your designated horse because you were too sore from the night before and the friction hurt too badly.. she felt a little guilty so she kissed it better after she couldnt help but laugh when you climbed off and said "yeah not today, no fucking way" while pointing between your legs

loves having her hair pulled, sometimes she puts her hair up in a ponytail during sex just so you can easily tug on it to bend her neck and kiss her skin there <3

if you 69 she is always the one whose face is getting smothered, always, she wouldn’t like it if it was the other way around, but every once in a while when youre both in heat and desperate to fuck the other person, she’ll eat you out while you’re trying to hold your hips up over her mouth while you’re jerking her off/struggling to taste her bc of your moaning </3, you both love orgasming at the same time, being together in that state of helplessness, it’s something you crave

if you lost your virginity to her, I think shed offer for you to do something to her that nobody has ever done before to make it kind of even that way, its mostly her way of adding to the sentiment of "I want us to be equals" because she never wants you to feel like shes eager to overpower you or see you as a girl she gets to "corrupt", maybe you laid in bed once and she told you this and she took a moment too long to try and think of something that no lover has ever done to her so you jokingly said "whore." - but youre creative, so you definitely found things that you would be her "first" for

if youre feeling freaky hear me out.. maybe youre the first to ever put your whole hand inside of her. would take a good amount of patience and lubrication but I can see her getting off on it sooo intensely once you manage to slip all of your fingers inside of her... you staring in awe and telling her how hot it feels, and slowly, very slowly, moving your hand a bit.. I think being so full of her lover would ruin her so hard. and she’d be turned on from knowing that none of her longtime girlfriends ever got to do it to her. anway.

her sexual preferences always depends on yours in the sense that she wants to know what you need and then give it to you, if you just want your brains fucked out she’ll gladly give in, if you want to pleasure her without being touched in return shes down as well, if you want both shes never gonna deny you, which means! that when she does allow herself to take charge every now and then by manhandling you and telling you "come here" or "lay back" it ruins you because youre not used to it, she looves the look you get when she decides to be a bit rough for once

to put it plainly: your pleasure is her pleasure, always!

thats all for now! feel free to let your own imagination fill in the rest 💌

#most of these are pretty elaborate bc I had a lot on my mind and had fun with it!#this is Van if she made a drastic change in her 20s and built a peaceful quiet life for herself and didnt eat candy for breakfast #also shes more muscular/fit than in the show so maybe do yourself the favor of picturing that aspect very vividly #I might write a fic for this down the line lets see :) for now heres all of this #yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer

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hikayunas · 2 days ago

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kirsten ('elly') isn't a witch that tends to get a lot of theorizing about her, but from what i have seen, there's been a lot of emphasis on the idea that, in life, she was an idol, and that idol culture and the hell that comes with it is what led to her downfall and ultimate fate as a witch. while i can see where that comes from, i think that's a rather surface-level reading of her themes and what's used to represent her --

judging by the other anime witches, their natures seem to represent and tie into the original magical girl more than their physical representations or anything else about them. oktavia -- who has heavy musical, symphonic imagery despite sayaka not having been the musical one in life -- is described as falling in love [恋慕], while gretchen's nature is described as mercy or compassion [慈悲]. and kirsten, with everything about her clearly screaming about how she must have been an idol, is described with nothing but 憧憬; the wiki translated it as 'covetous', but jisho's dictionary paints a better, more vivid picture -- aspiration; longing, yearning.

that is, i think it's safer to say that kirsten was never an idol. it was never something she was able to achieve or accomplish and the idol industry sinking its teeth into her is not what tore her down. the rest of her witch card seems to offer more insight into who kirsten was before she was kirsten -- she's described very bluntly as a hikikomori; that is, somebody who's completely cut themself off from wider society, family, and friends, never leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. anything she longs for is shut away behind glass -- that is, a tv screen or computer monitor.

but her witch card isn't the only thing that feeds us more about her. the designs of kirsten herself and her familiars (and how they operate) quickly make more sense when viewed from this angle -- kirsten is not the whole witch. kirsten is just the doll -- the witch's true body. and kirsten spends most of her time locked away behind a computer monitor; shut away behind glass. 'elly' -- the name scribbled on the monitor and the name of the idol figure that flashes and performs on the monitor -- is who kirsten presents herself as and is trapped within. kirsten need not be herself when she can be 'elly' instead.

but it goes deeper than that. it's not exactly visible in the anime, but when you look at kirsten's design sheets, it quickly becomes obvious that the doll body -- 'kirsten' -- only goes down to an empty, carved-out torso, trailing thick grime meant to resemble an idol's skirt behind her. she is, quite literally, only half a person. and this is a theme that continues into her familiars, too -- daniyyel and jennifer are angels, but each only has one wing; daniyyel a right wing, jennifer a left. they're each only half of a pair -- if they want to fly, as their job requires, they must work together. and speaking of their job, it's to carry things around the labyrinth, including 'elly' herself. 'elly' has wings -- a whole pair -- and looks like she flies around her labyrinth in the anime, but she's actually immobile and needs her familiars to move her around if she wants to get anywhere. and she can't attack intruding magical girls on her own, either -- all she can do is summon more and more familiars to do the attacking for her. immobile, helpless, reclusive. only half a person dreaming she was more.

and all of this even ties together nicely (or, rather tragically) with how kirsten is even introduced in the anime at all. we meet kirsten when she preys on hitomi and a crowd of others and has them attempt to kill themselves, many of them bemoaning how useless and worthless to society they are, while hitomi rants and raves about how this will bring them all to a better place. and the way they go about their attempted suicide? by mixing together two chemicals -- chemicals easily found in the house or to get your hands on, if madoka's flashback is anything to go by; harmless apart but deadly when combined.

immobile, helpless, reclusive. half a person dreaming she was more.

she can be more in a better place.

#puella magi madoka magica #since she's (half) in the game and i assume more people are learning about her from there‚ i'll also tag this as #magia exedra #witches #kirsten #h.n. elly #rambles #something i forgot to mention (somehow) --#when kirsten is killed‚ there's a loud shattering of glass‚ the carousel in the main chamber of her labyrinth ceases to move #and the rest of her labyrinth crumbles to pieces around her #the true body -- kirsten -- is forcibly ejected from 'elly' while her dream quite literally crumbles around her #man.#i know kirsten having been an actual idol who was stalked or something is the popular fanon theory but i dislike it

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fandomsmadness · 2 days ago

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Finally back on schedule with

TBHX episode 6 rant

The universe must be a sadistic entity that enjoys making me eat my words because hahahaha did I say we moved on from shock value cliffhangers because HAHAHAHA-

WHAT WAS THAT??

Shang really spent two entire episodes being the biggest red herring of a lifetime. That explains why the name was so unfamiliar. Who is his father with so much money, influence, and an interest in heroes tho? Also he got Xia Qing extra concert tickets one day to go with someone else, then another day asked her out?

Either this is very poor writing from the team who used him just to further the plot whichever way they wanted, or we're still lacking a lot more context which we now have no way of getting? Either way this is infuriating. I will resign myself to never being satisfied.

Something I really like about the Yang Cheng arc is how it's very subtly different from Lin Ling's. Everyone thought Lin Ling was Nice. In contrast, everyone knows E-Soul (OG) is not Yang Cheng, but he's an E-Soul all the same. OG E-Soul should've patented his costume or something.

But the trust value fluctuation is interesting. Are people believing in both at once? Are they forgoing the old one for the new? Why is it that both cannot have good trust value? Why is OG E-Soul losing his when Yang Cheng gains his own?

I have to give props to the animation team and VA here; for someone who barely speaks and keeps his face hidden, this ep did such a great job showing how tired and world-weary OG E-Soul is. He's past his heyday, clearly, and is relegated to being a cash cow through his once stellar reputation, until someone younger and stronger threatened that precarious balance.

And OG E-Soul comes from a time when the internet presumably wasn't booming, when a hero had to claw their way up (quite literally, did you see the guy) to fame and hold on with sheer grit, unlike now, when one video can make you go viral. E-Soul is helpless as his fans desert him for Yang Cheng and that's heartbreaking. 34 years gone, just like that. What happens to him now?

In happy news (for me lol) I theorized last episode that trust value or lack thereof was a method of discrimination in this world, and this episode confirmed it. Yang Cheng led a difficult life, and I cannot imagine the sheer joy he must feel now to have so many people believe in him. However, he dons another's name and is all too susceptible to losing himself. I fear there's no good ending for both him and OG E-Soul. It is, unfortunately, a neither can live while the other survives situation.

We're finally to the less palatable sides of the worldbuilding, and I am eating this up.

Other things of note during this ep:

- Jeopardy isn't a Lin Ling track! It's for...the young/new/imposter heroes? Temp theme song? Placeholder?

- Props to my boy Yang Cheng for asking the pertinent questions! Unfortunately we don't have an answer

- Enlighter being here was so out of pocket I screamed lmao. Look at him, working with the association and agencies and defending heroes! Bro really just said your honour my client is too broke and stupid to do anything you're implying he did lmao. How did he go from this to a sad bitter rank 249er?

- Xia Qing was a surprisingly mature person to be around, I appreciated her emphasis on being true to character so much. This is going to be important I can tell she's totally going to die isn't she

Maybe this episode didn't leave me with as many questions as the previous ones, but it does leave me with a lot of emotions and things to think about.

Can't believe this arc comes to an end next week. How on earth are they going to manage that??

#tbhx #tbhx spoilers #to be hero x #tbhx yang cheng #tbhx episode 6 #tbhx e soul #tu bian yingxiong x #tbhx xia qing

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noel-fielding · 2 days ago

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Flashback: Noel Fielding of the Mighty Boosh recalls wild times from his days on the catwalk

Isabel Albiston | The Telegraph

I had just left university, where I studied fine art, when I was spotted by a model scout in London. It was 1996. I was in Portobello Road with some friends when a woman came up to me and said, “Can I take you Polaroid? It’s for Calvin Klein.” I was surprised. I was ill with hepatitis so I was about seven stone and a bit yellow, which probably helped. I didn’t think anything would come of it, but then I got a letter saying that for three months Calvin Klein had been looking for a model for a new campaign. I was in the final 10 and could I come in and have some photos taken. At that time I was on the dole and the people behind the campaign told me there would be a lot of money and that it would be shot in Paris, Milan and New York, so I really wanted to get it. I was chuffed when I did.

I was flown to Milan, where we traveled around in a glass helicopter with pink neon blades. The first show I modelled in was also the most memorable. Klein had come up with a jungle theme. The whole place was covered in leaves and tropical plants, and butterflies had been released into the venue. The raised catwalk was made out of logs, and there was a river along each side of the runway. The audience sat in huge canoes and we walked down the middle.

There were also some wild animals, supposedly in cages, but one of the tigers escaped and attacked Claudia Schiffer while she was getting changes backstage. She beat it off with a glass of champagne and it took five people to restrain the beast. I wore a suit made from jungle foliage, with hipsters made from palm leaves and a tall witch’s hat made from vines.

Backstage at a show the designer would be frantic. Some of the people I modelled for were still finishing the clothes in the 30 seconds before I went out on to the catwalk. One time I was wearing a while Clockwork Orange-type suit with some really nice suede boots and my face was painted blue – it was a good look, actually. I didn’t realise that the suit was still being sewn up at the back as I was putting it on, so I walked down the catwalk dragging with me not only the sewing machine, but also the woman sitting at it finishing the seams. She came up and down the runway and I think she enjoyed it. People took photographs and she said it wad an experience she would never forget.

When I was spotted by the scout in Portobello Road I was already doing comedy. I was tried some stand-up on the catwalk, but it went down really badly. Patti Smith was the only on laughing. For a while, I considered giving up comedy altogether to concentrate on modelling. There was endless champagne – champagne lollies were the only solids we’d eat – and the money was incredible. At the end of a show the designer would empty a suitcase of cash over the top of our heads and we’d have to scramble around on the floor filling our pockets with money. But after two months as a model I met my comedy partner Julian Barratt and I gave up the fashion world to create the Mighty Boosh.

Julian was hanging around outside one of the London shows, eyeing up the models, and I saw him peering in. He thought I was a lady and asked me out for dinner, so we went to the Ivy with a few other models and then went to Soho House, where we drank Bellinis and danced naked on the roof. Julian knew I had something and took me to one side. He said, “This life’s OK but it’s not for you. You’ve got to do something more substantial.”

I remember that, as the other models Kate, Evo, and Sapphire got into their limousine, I waved them goodbye and said, “I think I’m going to do comedy for a bit.” They said, “If you get bored, there’s always a place for you on the runway.” As the electric window went up, an empty champagne glass flew out and shattered on the pavement and I knew it was over for me.

I did get to keep some of the clothes, though. I’ve still got a sack that I wore when we were doing the peasant look (my face was covered in flour for that show). I don’t wear it, it in the pantry and I keep potatoes in it now. And I have a foil cowboy hat that Calvin Klein fashioned for me using KitKat wrappers to show me the correct structure of a cowboy hat.

Two years later (1998) our show The Mighty Boosh won the Perrier newcomer award at Edinburgh and I knew I’d made the right choice. We were nominated for the Perrier prize again the next year and now we’ve done a couple of television series. If I hadn’t given up modelling I’d be living in a castle, hanging out with model and designers and drinking champagne. That stuff’s alright, but I love travelling around the country in a tour bus with four sweaty men. I’m still in touch with some of the models and I’m hoping they’ll come to our London show later this month.

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anniversary

January 27, 2024

Ophelia yawned as her head was resting on Quinn’s shoulder as they waited to get off the plane.

They had flown to Michigan right after their game as it is the all star break now and they didn’t have to head to Toronto for a couple of days, Ophelia has gotten voted in by the fans.

Quinn was glad their flight was on the 27th even if it was a bit late because after finding out about what was tomorrow for Ophelia he didn’t want to make Ophelia fly that day.

Luke got into Michigan a couple of hours before them as Luke was in Florida and Jack got into a Michigan few days before as he still isn’t playing.

Ophelia lifted her head off Quinn as the plane door was open and people started standing up.

Ophelia pulled on her coat over her hoodie as she stood up grabbing her backpack as Quinn grabbed their two suitcases in the overhead.

Ophelia and Quinn headed outside and waited for a few minutes before Luke pulled up and he quickly got out of the car.

He winced a bit seeing Ophelia’s swollen black eye and her spilt lip and he gave Ophelia a quick hug gently rubbing her back before hugging Quinn before helping them put the bags into the car.

Ophelia was quieter than usually on the drive back to the house but Luke didn’t press knowing what tomorrow was for her.

Ophelia winced as she went to rub her eyes as she rubbed her black eye.

She got out the car as Luke parked in the driveway of the lake house house and she grabbed her bags walking into the house.

“Oh darling.” Ellen frowned seeing her black eye and spilt lip and gently cupped her face pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her into a hug gently rubbing her back.

Ophelia managed a weak smile as Ellen pulled away from the hug and Jim hugged her softly next.

Jack came down the stairs and beamed seeing Ophelia and Quinn, “Bee!” He rushed over immediately pulling her into a tight hug.

“Hi Jacky.” Ophelia quietly mumbled.

Luke carried Ophelia’s bags up to her guest room, she said good night to everyone and headed to her room and she started unpacking a few things knowing she won’t do anything tomorrow.

Ophelia changed into her pajamas pulling her hair into a loose braid when she heard a knock on the door, “Come in.” Ophelia said softly and Ellen opened the door walking in.

“This will help the bruising go away quicker.” Ellen started telling her handing her a tube bottle, “It’s Arnica i would use it when i got bad bruises in my sports days.” Ellen knew Ophelia might want the bruising to get a bit better before All Stars with all of the cameras.

“How do i use it?” Ophelia asked curiously because she didn’t like how dark her eye was, she looks like a panda or a raccoon.

“Here do you mind?” Ellen asked and Ophelia shook her head no and she softly began rubbing in the cream around her eye being gentle.

“You can do it three times a day and it should help a lot.” Ellen said softly leaving the tube on the dresser.

“Thanks Ellie.” Ophelia said try giving her a tiny smile.

“Course. Get some sleep sweetheart.” Ellen kissed the top of head before walking out of the room.

Ophelia got into the bed she spelt most of the summer in and burrowed under the blankets and sighed feeling the warmth coming from the heated blanket as she snuggled with her penguin stuff animal.

January 28, 2024

Quinn frowned looking at the clock in the living room and was getting more worried with Ophelia not coming down yet today and it was already way past noon.

He knew today was the anniversary of her Dad’s death but he was unsure how she grieves on this day and it seems like she is staying in her room.

He heard a knock on the door and then a van driving away so he knew it was a deliver, he opened the door seeing a bouquet of lilies and a hot chocolate, he saw the note and smiled softly seeing it was from Elias and Brock.

Quinn saw Jack and Luke arguing as they cut up fruit as he walked into the kitchen, “What are you doing?”

“Making something for Bee.” Luke answered, they didn’t know how to help her but they wanted too.

Quinn’s face softened and he nodded.

“Who got those?” Jack asked nodding to the flowers and hot chocolate as he out true containers of fruit back in the fridge.

“Petey and Brock.” Quinn answered and the three shared a look and started heading up stairs to the guest room that is slowly becoming Ophelia’s room.

“Bee?” Quinn knocked on the door and waited but didn’t get an answer so he slowly opened the door seeing a lump under all the blankets.

Jack set the bouquet of flowers on the other nightstand that Ophelia doesn’t really use as Quinn sat on the edge of the bed setting the hot chocolate on her nightstand.

“Hi Bee.” Quinn said softly and rubbed her back over the blanket.

“Petey and Brock sent you hot chocolate.” Quinn frowned a bit as she didn’t perk up as she usually does, “Moose and Rowds cut up some fruit if you want to have some.”

Ophelia didn’t move just clenched her eyes shut, she didn’t know how to speak today without bursting out in sobs, she hates this day and it doesn’t get easier ever.

Jack frowned and decided to laid down on the bed next to her and he reached under grabbing her hand, “You don’t have to say anything or do anything and we will be here the entire time.” Jack firmly reassured her as she softly squeezed his hand back.

Luke got comfortable on the end of the bed.

It took a little bit but Ophelia did end up peeking her head out of the blankets and Quinn silently offered her the hot chocolate.

She sat up a bit leaning on the headboard as Quinn sat next to her on the other side leaning on the headboard.

Luke set the plate on her lap and Ophelia took a few small bites but it was more than she usually eats on this day the last few years.

Ophelia didn’t speak or leave her room that day, only leaving bed for the bathroom but the boys stayed with her the entire time never leaving her alone once.

It was a horrible day for her but for the first time she wasn’t alone on this day and they made it a bit bearable.

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Tasi’s Lake

fantasy!Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader

i will always save you part II // part I here

an: request by @ashthesalamipiece. again this is based off the kiribaku fantasy series by Yuzuya on yt! but, like the last part , this will primarily be bakugo x reader, kirishima is here for wingman vibes and moral support. lowley created my own lore because i can lmao and the ending kinda sucks. hope ya'll enjoy!

w/c: 3.5K // masterlist

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"Whew, now look at that view!" Kirishima gawks at the sight of your new camping location.

You had been travelling all day through thick forests and great plains. Ever since you started traveling for the day, the first couple hours were by foot, and after having a quick lunch of rations, Kirishima shifted into his dragon form to fly you three until the sun began to set. That's where you landed now, in the middle of a forest; nearby in the trees where you placed your feet back on the ground, was a clearing.

In the center of this opening, was a shimmering blue lake. Trees surrounded the perimeter of the area and the clearing of the leaves exposed the pink and yellow sky, showing off birds making their way back home for the night. The edges of the water held various greenery, flowers, and a tall species of grass that resembled bamboo. But instead of having short ended leaves at the top, the shoots held thick vines that drapped down, and somehow, the vines over lapped the other plants and trees surronding them. Even then, the roof of vines couldn't prevent the last bit of sunlight from reflecting off the light blue water, that some how glowed within the shadows as well.

"Is there something in the water that's making it glow?"

"Mmm, it might be glimmer fish?"

"Glimmer fish?"

"Yeah, they're these bioluminescent fish that inhabit a lot of northern waters. They can be eaten raw, which is a plus if you're in a rush, but they taste really salty, no matter what or how you cook them. That's why people prefer to know them by how they give off this light-bluish shine at night. If there's a lot of them, it will probably shine the whole lake!"

"Shitty scales! Help me set up the tent. Traveller, you start setting up the fire." Bakugo ordered as he dropped his bags by a tree.

Bakugo glances at you, which makes you instinctively grow a sheepish smile and nod, acknowledging your orders from him. He nods back as a faint pink dusts his face.

"Can we take a dip? I bet the water would be nice for a little plunge." Kirishima asks as he fastens one end of the tent to the ground.

"Won't the water be colder by the time the Sun goes down?" You ask as you pile various sticks and twigs. "I don't know about you but I'm not trying to take an ice bath."

"It won't cool."

"Huh? And how do you know?"

"Deku told me about it after one of his adventures. Described it just like this, with the foliage and the lake in the center." He straps the last rope of the tent down.

"How come it doesnt cool down?" You finish setting up the sticks in an efficient manner as the other two sit to join you. The Sun is slowly dipping past the tree line as Krishima breaths a flame into the pile.

"How come you gotta know?" Bakugo grumbles as he sits by the fire.

"Humor me." You respond dryly, but as Bakugo raises a glare at you, your blank expression turns into a smirk. Bakugo sighs.

"Well, back when the world was just created, the gods freely roamed and lived on this planet whenever they needed or wanted. One of the gods, the one who held power over bodies of water, was Atlo. He's known for building the environments in the oceans so that thier ecosystems could grow. He controlled the tides and gave forests like these the lakes they needed as a source for the animals that live here. He was stubborn and held a sense of pride when it came to his work. He never let anyone decide his actions or how he should use his power. Until..."

There's a silence.

"Until what? What?" Kirishima was holding his knees, leaning towards Bakugo as he waited in anticipation. You chuckled at his impatience but found yourself also with the curiousity and wanting to know what happened next.

"Until he met Tasi." A small gasp was heard escaping Kirishima's lips. You were fairly certain Kirishima didn't know who Tasi was either.

"Tasi was part of the first of humans to be created. Their village had begun settling down, and while exploring the woods, they ran into Atlo. It's said that they're interactions started off very awkwardly, as they both lived within the forest. But as they continued to see each other, Tasi gained the courage to approach Atlo, which was... odd for him. For a human to be so confident towards a god like himself; to treat him like an equal.

"At first it pissed him off. He didn't even know this human and the idea of them thinking they could rank up to him was insulting. But Tasi insisted on being friends. Even when Atlo threw hurtful, verbal jabs at the human, they never let up anything less than kind. As they continued to interact and talk, Atlo warmed up to Tasi. They foreged and hunted together, and in their spare time, Atlo would tell a library full of stories about him and the gods, while Tasi painted various scenes. They were eventually inseperable."

Bakugo looks over to you, and there's a glimpse of saddness.

"What happened?" You ask worridly, a fear of a tragic ending rattling the heart in your ribcage.

"The gods were ordered to retreat. To live in their own heavens while humans and all other races lived down here. Atlo resisted this. He was determined to stay and to live here with Tasi. This opposition caused him to ascend up to the heavens to fight the other gods that were enforcing this command. But when it was eventually revealed that his reasoning to stay was for a human? The kings had no hesitation to smite Tasi down. Not only as a punishment for Atlo's stubbornness and defiance, but to warn the inhabitants of the land about what happens when their gods arent respected.

"To add to the blow, they banished Atlo from the heavens, forcing him to live out his wish without his incentive to stay in the first place. Before they could revoke his mortality, Atlo established this lake. Filled with the warmest water that never ices despite the coldest winters, much like Tasi's kindness that never dimmed despite the god's initial bitterness. Once mortalized, Atlo would spend the rest of his days here, mourning the death of his friend caused by his own selfishness. The legend has been passed around and simplified to highlight Atlo's downfall for defying the gods, but this... this area is known to be titled ‘Tasi's lake’. Some people don’t realize that the two are connected until they hear the truth of the story. "

You sat there with an open jaw and a heavy heart. You always thought the expectation of a bad ending would be worse then it actually happening; in this case, you were wrong. No sound can be heard from any of you. The only things that can be heard are the subtle crackle of the fire and the soft chirping of crickets. That is until Kirishima speaks up.

"Were they lovers? Tasi and Atlo?"

The question set you back, flustered at the idea of these two characters having a more intimate connection; if the inference was correct, it would make the story more tragic. Bakugo only shrugs as he sighs, leaning back onto his arms. "No one is really sure. It's a common theory amoungst new listeners of the tale, but in general sharings of the story, they're just depicted as friends."

The silence is back, but only until the rumbling of Kirishima's stomach can be heard. You and Bakugo chuckle as the dragon's face lights up in embarrassment. "Shut up. I'm gonna go grab some food. Anybody want rations?"

"I'll have a bite."

"I'll pass."

You and Kirishima pause as you get up from your seating. "Bakugo? You're not gonna eat?"

"Nah." Bakugo gets up as well, but instead of heading for the tent, he heads for the water. "I'm gonna go for a swim."

As he walks, he starts stripping down, and you can't help take a glance at his back muscles before shyly and respectfully looking away. With a flushed face, you speed walk past Kirishima to the tent to grab your travel rations.

As you hand some food over to the dragon, Kirishima speaks up, “You gonna take a dip? Or are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Bakugo last night?” Kirishima wiggles his eyebrows, a smile tuning his tone.

“Nothing crazy happened! It’s just…” You trail off, not sure if you should be totally honest. You’re worried that a change in dynamic between you and Bakugo would not only affect your relationship with him, but also with Kirishima. You never want him to feel left out of the group, and you don’t want his connection with Bakugo to possibly split. But you know that not being honest to the dragon would be worse than the potential of making him feel like a third wheel. You take a bite of the piece of bread you’ve been holding, and when you swallow, you continue your answer,

“We… we kissed.”

A gasp leaves Kirishima’s mouth as he clenches onto half of the dried meat he’s been eating.

“I KNEW IT-“ You shush him as to not have Bakugo hear, and Kirishima quickly quiets down, “I knew it I knew it I knew it!!!”

“Yeah, yeah, just… keep it to yourself for now. We haven’t talked about it since it happened and I don’t want to pressure him in any way.” You finish your bread and begin your portion of dried meat.

“I promise I won’t say anything about it. Not until you guys are ready.” Kirishima gobbles down the last bit of his dinner and cleans himself.

“Thank you.” It’s all you can muster as you munch on the last bits of your rations and also dust any crumbs off of you. In the moment, you couldn’t find an immediate way to show your gratitude for being so understanding and patient. You step into the tent to change out of your garment into the swimming clothes you were gifted by your companions. It still amazes you, even in lowering temperatures, how the pair can undress and swim in water with nothing on. In this case, the constant warm water was an advantage. You leave your belongings and clothes by your bed roll and you unzip your way out of the tent.

“Gonna go swim now?”

You nod, looking towards the lake where Bakugo has submerged himself in the water, running his hands through his hair and washing off any dirt that clung to his skin.

“Well then, have fun. Best not to keep your Atlo waiting, Tasi.” Kirishima sends you a smirk and a teasing wink, avoiding your hand from smacking him before hiding in the tent.

There's a nervous tremble in your knees as you walked to the lake. Confrontation about such a vulnerable subject was nerve-wraking enough; it didn't help that the wind that would breeze through the trees was biting at your skin. Once you reach the shore of the water, you look out to see Bakugo cleaning one of this necklaces. Most of his torso was above the water, and the limelight of the moon highlighted the arches of his biceps, but the shine of the glimmer fish emphasized the color of his eyes.

You dipped a toe in to test the water, and the warm and inviting sensation threw you off the initial frigid expectations you had. Even the subtle movement alerted Bakugo to look up and see you. You freeze, posed--a deer in crosshair. Bakugo chuckles, rolling his eyes and going back to his necklace. "Hop in, it's actually kind of nice."

You begin to walk into the water, careful not to slip on the rocks you were stepping on. The water was as warm as a hot spring and the sand at the bottom guided you deeper, right by where Bakugo was reapplying his necklace to the collection on his neck.

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think the water would actually hold up to the legend.” Bakugo rolls his eyes again.

“Yeah, it’s almost as if I wasn’t lying.”

“I didn’t say you were, it’s just hard to believe a guy who can’t properly wash dirt off his face.”

Bakugo begins to run his hands all over his face before you laugh to yourself. “Here.” You reach up, and wipe off the spot on his forehead by his hairline that had caught some dust. You rub the spot and gently run your hand down his face, over his temple, and down towards his jaw, where your fingers eventually linger. You look up to Bakugo’s red eyes on yours, glancing all around your face, but they always land back on your eyes.

“I uh… I got it-“

Before you can joke about receiving a proper thank you, Bakugo cups his hands around your face and smashes his lips onto yours. The intensity of the kiss almost had you slip on the sand under the water, but gripping his forearms allowed you to regain your balance.

Throughout your travelling of the day, you had considered the idea that Bakugo had only mirrored your intentions; that maybe the timing of it all was the spark of a short fused flame. But you immediately think back to last night, how when he decided to kiss you back, he showed you the same passion he exhibits now. You now realize that action was not performed due to the heat of the moment. He had thought about how he felt about you before, and that was his chance to show it. Just as he does now. Last night was not the spark, it was the oxygen to fuel the small flame that had already been lit.

His lips were inviting, lingered with the taste of the sweet fruit you had picked that morning and had been snacking on while traveling by foot. They were harsh with hunger but delicate with wary, not wanting to rush the passion that came with running the risk of your rejection. But you didn't reject him. You ran your hands up his neck, pulling him closer to share your need for his lips as well. The need for the sensation of feelings reciprocated. Of his touch, his thoughts, his emotions, his heart. Leaning in to deepen the kiss just to experience... him.

Eventually, the desire for one another became too overwhelming; the temperature of the lake did not help with the heating of your warmed up face and body. At one point, you knew you were getting overheated. You pulled away, slightly gasping for the air that was stolen from your lungs. He moves his arms down to wrap around your waist and lets your foreheads connect, letting you breathe for the moment.

You didn't speak for a while. You didn't feel the need to. You both just stood there in the middle of the water, having each other. You rubbed the back of his neck and the subtle sway of the water entranced you both to follow the movement too. You were grateful the luminosity of the fish allowed you to actually see him; to see his face completely relaxed and his eyes closed. You chuckle, causing him to open his eyes to glare at you.

"What?"

"I don't think I ever saw you so... soft."

"Tch... gods forbid I try to relax every once in a while."

"I'm just sayin', it's dark, in the middle of the woods, we're naked and vulnerable. And you know Kirishima is so long gone in sleep, we're practically alone out here."

Bakugo moves his head away and gives you a questioning look. "Ya paranoid or something?"

"No need to be, I know you'll always save me." You send him a teasing grin as you echo the words he shared with you last night. He rolls his eyes for the third time since being in the water, subtly trying to scan the outskirts of the woods to catch anything that can be lurking or watching. You sigh to yourself, slightly pushing away to create some distance.

"So... what happens now?" Your chest fills with tension as it does when you know you're about to enter a serious conversation. Bakugo diverts his eyes from your surroundings back to you. "What do you mean?"

"Well... we obviously have feelings for one another. But this whole journey is... to get me back home. So... what do we do? Pretend they don't exist to lower the blow of the inevitable goodbye? Embrace them and only spend the next couple months we have with each other? Not to mention, what about Kirishima? I dont' want to risk him feeling excluded and having that tarnish your bond with him-"

"Hey." Bakugo places his hands towards the small of your back and pulls you in as you were before. "Sure we only have months, but we also have the better half of a year. We don't need to think of all the what-ifs tonight. We can take it slow. Just... do what feels right, for us. Who knows, maybe we can figure something out; maybe there's a way for you going home to not be so... permenant. And I wouldn't worry about shitty scales, I think he already feels like more of a wing man."

"That's a good pun."

"Shut up." You laugh, and it causes Bakugo to smile. He places his forehead back on yours and you hum in your smile. A gust of wind passes by, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers along your torso above the water. Bakugo feels your cold trembling and places his hands along your spine, using his explosive magic to slightly heat up his hands. Ironically, the sudden warmth and physical touch sends a deeper, more internal shiver down your spine.

“We’ll… take it slow.” You repeat to yourself.

“We have time. We’ll figure it out.” He rubs your back, consoling any doubts you had.

“Here.” Bakugo lets go and starts cleaning off any dirt or dust that hadn’t already been washed off by the water. Funny enough, he rubs a spot on your forehead to clean off. He then lets his fingers glide down your face, the way you had done to him. His hand falls down to under your chin, and he guides you into another kiss. This one is soft and gentle and quick but it still didn’t fail to warm up your face. It also coated Bakugo’s face in a light pink hue.

“We should head in. It’s getting late.”

“The fire is still lit so maybe heating up some meat will do you some good while we dry off. You should eat before we head to bed.”

“Tch, look at you. Stressing about us, making sure i’m fed. You must really like me.” He teases as he helps you up the slippery rocks out of the water.

“Yeah, gods forbid I do.” You say, sending him a shove as he puts a lower layer of clothes on.

You sit by the fire together as Bakugo eats his rations, telling you various stories that have occurred throughout the history of Sultera. Well-known adventures, kingdom dramas caused by small, mundane events, stories of the gods and how the mutation of the deadliest fruit was created based off a single joke. It was all entertaining.

Bakugo finishes his meal and heads back to the tent as you volunteer to put out the fire. Before heading in, he gives you one kiss on the forehead and leans his own against yours for a moment. With that, he bids you a goodnight and heads in the tent for the night.

Now alone, you silently gush over the romantic scene you had experienced in the lake. You admit that you still have some doubts, worrying about the timing and technicalities of it all. But then you think about Bakugo’s words, and his touch, and his softness that he felt comfortable enough exposing to you. That vulnerability solidifying the fact that he was yours, and you were his. You know he would protect you no matter what; no matter the physical situation or emotional circumstance. You know that if it came to it, you would stand up to the gods for him, even if you knew you had to go home and stay for good.

Thoughts in mind, you finish putting out the fire and climb into the tent. Both dragon and prince are fast asleep, and you make an effort not to wake them as you grab your clothes and step outside to change. Once dressed, you lay in the tent in the open space between them and settle in for the night.

Your heart raced as you dreamed of what was to come, but Bakugo unconsciously wrapping his arm around you guided your dreams into one of security and love.

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