#idk why but hes just. absolutely irresistible to me

[peggingprowl]

Ultra Magnus.....

[crazyunsexycool]

stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

ps. i love your writing!!💗😍

Present

Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

[egcdeath]

hello hello how are u!!?

i’ve been rereading a few of ur fics hehe i just wanna say that i love ur writing omfg like yes plz i wanna eat the words

ok ok so i’d love to know ur thoughts on a bully!patrick x reader?? he’s just so cocky and i’d love to see what would happen if he pushed *juuuuuust* a bit further…

maybe it’s their college years and he is practically jeering and ragging at the reader while she’s at her sports practice. i think patrick would like the way her face scrunches up in anger, but she ignores him because she knows better than to go back and forth due to his quick wit. he’d act like a schoolboy. i think he’d also like getting real up close and personal w her, but never touching. and maybe he’d even go as far as to pull at her hair. “accidentally”. hooooooo boy, and the sexual undertones within it all. reasons seemingly unknown, but i believe he just has a crush on the reader, he’s being a hellish brat about it.

and reader enjoys is cuz patrick has a certain charm and he’s just so irresistible xxx but sometimes she wishes he was nicer to her but also where’s the fun in that?? and at certain times maybe he shows that he cares about her…like omg my heart

…ok i am so sorry for rambling i did NOT expect to go into such detail and also sorry if it’s a little corny😭😭😭 anyway, you don’t necessarily have to write headcanons or a fic, i more so would just love to hear ur thoughts on it, the whole bully aspect is really interesting (and hot) to me 🫢 ok again sorry for writing a whole novel in here hope ur having a good day! ur most recent fic was [chefs kiss] and im excited to read what u have cooking up x

omg i absolutely LOVE this concept!! what i immediately thought of was patrick and the reader being in very similar tennis circles (idk how tennis works so lets just assume that they're playing at similar events and reader is obviously playing w women) and like, at first, you cannot stand this man at all. like he always seems to find you before you play, or at your hotel after you've played, or at parties for the players, and he ALWAYS has something to say. a comment on your technique. a snide remark on how you played that day. a taunt about how you're never gonna beat the opponent you're playing against that day.

but the thing is... in a way, his bullying kinda helps you perform better? like he gets you so riled up and feeling so spiteful that you goes out onto the court and demolishes whoever you're playing against. so in a way it's kinda helpful... but also fucking annoying.

and like, at first you try to go back and forth with him but you literally never win the verbal spars so one day you just give up. and also part of you knows that he doesn't genuinely mean it?? maybe he even knows that his pestering is helpful to you and maybe thats why he does it?? but he is being an annoying pest regardless and you can't deal with him buzzing around your ear all the time and getting in your head before you play. so you just stop entertaining it.

but once you stop entertaining it, he gets kinda worried. like you've had this thing going on for a while and now suddenly you just don't care anymore. so now his gibes turn into questioning you CONSTANTLY. are you seeing someone? are you planning something?? what changed?? and when that doesn't work out for him he starts being nice to you. and thats when you start getting worried. i think this would make them have to admit their feelings to each other then BOOM happily ever after!!

i loveee this idea and it was so fun to think about! i'm usually a little iffy about bullying stuff buttt i could totally see it working in this context.

[otomiyaa]

Gojo x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 34. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Requested by ??? for my 1K Followers Event🌻

I lost the ask??? idk what happened but I can't find it anymore, so to the person who requested this, I hope you see it 😂

You didn't see them, but you basically could feel them. The longer you noticed it, the more nervous and tingly you felt, to the point you could hardly concentrate on the cake you were baking.

"Toru-dear. Why are you looking at me like that?" you finally said when you tried to measure the ingredients for the third time, but got distracted again by those piercing eyes on you.

Those beautiful eyes were covered right now, but having been his lover for quite a while now, you knew exactly when he was looking at you, and what a certain look could mean, even without seeing his eyes.

And although the timing seemed a little strange, you could swear he was having the typical I'm-gonna-tickle-ya-look right now. Not that you were going to say that out loud of course.

"Like what, sweetie? You mean this?" Gojo pointed to himself. "The I'm-gonna-tickle-ya-look?"

WAH. Well, you were correct. But what!!!

You gulped and crossed your arms. "H-huh?! I'm baking you a cake, so why exactly would you give me that look right now?" you asked, trying to sound strict, but your voice already trembled a little in anticipation. If he wanted to tickle you, you knew he was going to. Gojo shrugged.

"You're baking me a cake indeed, and I'm thankful. I want to tickle you for it."

Your eyes widened and you slowly turned back around, grabbing the bowl with flour.

"W-well, that's not how you thank me now babe. Besides, it'll be inconvenient. How about a kiss? Or if you must, at least wait until after the cake is- WAH!" You dropped the flour in surprise when Gojo suddenly stood up and approached you. You turned and tried to run, but he already caught you in his arms. His fingers immediately went after your sides, and you squealed and struggled hysterically.

"Wahahaha you're so- aaahahahah! Nohoho!" you howled, shaking and dancing in his arms. Gojo easily held you tightly against him while wiggling his fingers against your ticklish spots, and he leaned in and muttered in your ear:

"I'm so what? Irresistible? Sweet? Funny? I guess we have that in common sweetie. I just can't help it. I have to tickle you."

Blushing like crazy, you slid to the floor when he allowed you to. There you lay in the little puddle of flour and rolled from side to side, getting it all over you. Gojo laughed at the comedy of that, and he tickled your neck fondly.

"I gotta remember this. You look adorable now," he teased while his fingers continued to absolutely wreck you. He was pure evil.

"THAHa-that's ihihit! N-no mohohore cahahake for youhou!" you cried, but you should've known that wasn't going to stop him. In fact...

"EEEHEHE!" you shrieked when he grabbed both your arms. He pinned them over your head and smirked down at you. With his free hand he lifted his eye cover slightly, showing you those beautiful eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Thankful tickling first, then I'll still get my cake. Have we got a deal?"

Thankful tickling. Pfft. This man was crazy, but he was also your boyfriend, and this evil boyfriend knew he could bully you with the craziest things and get away with, such as tickling your armpit without mercy while still pinning your arms down.

Well damn!

You weren't sure about that deal, but you definitely wanted to surrender already.

"AAHAH! Nonono BAHAHABY-Plehehease! Wahah stah-aaaaaahh!" You kicked your legs and laughed for your life. He was absolutely merciless!

"Stohohop! I cahahan't breheheathe!"

Gojo needed a little more convincing than the average probably would, it happened everytime he tickled you, and you knew that.

Luckily he finally let you go, a little sooner than usual because he probably wanted to let you continue your baking activities, and you gasped and wheezed tiredly.

"You're bruhuhutal," you giggled, still unable to stop laughing even when the tickling had stopped.

Gojo smiled and leaned in to kiss you. "Gojo Brutal Satoru is the name sweetie."

He was so silly and random, and you couldn't help but love him for it. You ran your hand through his hair and kissed him back. It didn't say with just one kiss. Both of you were covered in flour by the time you pulled apart from a blissful make-out session.

"So about that cake..." Gojo muttered, peppering your neck with slightly ticklish kisses. You giggled and nodded.

"I'll mahahake it, if you let me go now," you said, even though your own arms were still wrapped around his neck. It was hard for you too to just let go of him.

Gojo chuckled and went back to kissing your lips. "Oh I will. Very very soon..."

And you were sure he would, but not after another round of lovely kisses!

[nerinefy]

hellooo may i rq an obey me imagine where a blank faced , cool and calm mc who is exceptionally good at seductive speech-craft just drops the biggest flirt on the brothers and just acts cool about it not giving them a reaction. how would the brothers react ? tyy - 👺 anon

OLDER BROTHERS VER. !! (PART 2 WILL BE DECIDED.)

- details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | word count: | warnings: slight cursing if you squint + some...jokes

- author's note: im back ig, and im sorry if this req took like a year :')

LUCIFER !

you really are a pain, truly. the avatar of pride may try his hardest to hide the effect you have on him yet he was proven the opposite. surely you wouldn't have noticed?...right? wrong. why would you continue teasing the absolute devildom out of him if you didn't notice?

the way he looks away and adjusts his perfectly neat tie is one thing, but looking closely, why would someone unaffected have short and shaky breaths with slightly flushed cheeks?

at this point, mans just gave up and ran with it. what do you mean you had him flustered? are you sure you've been sleeping well? he's known all along and sure is amused, yeah, he definitely thought of that at first.

even with his rough start, he managed to win you over. not like it was a competition in the first place but he'll take it as one for the sake of his image. he surely did a number on you later on. did you really think he'll let you do that to him? yeah, maybe after this life, just maybe.

eventually you'll be even more of a mess than him if he takes up the challenge. the other brothers may have complained more than once since you two have been going at it ever since you started teasing him using your 'assets'.

MAMMON !

unlike lucifer who eventually leaves you high and dry (or wet, idk about you), mammon fails, and he fails at the worst possible way. at least in his eyes, he is an overdramatic little shit if you've forgotten.

he acts as if you haven't taken his breath with just one word. he can't really convince anyone with forehead dripping with sweat and his entire body shifting and squirming whenever you take the smallest step closer to him. go easy on him though, please. he's trying his best.

he doesn't recover well the longer you speak to him, he brushes it off with the brightest blush you've ever seen even though he swears it's just the heat going on these days (it was not hot, actually, it was very cold at that time.)

you'd likely have to watch out, he might faint even at the sight of you. he just can't help it you know, you already look so irresistible doing mundane things, so you directly giving him all your attention, and with that voice of yours...it most definitely will leave him melting in your arms.

it's utterly embarrassing for him to be a mess in front of you, but soon he just accepts it. if that's the way you'd like him to be, then he'd be just that. only for you. of course, he'd never in his very long life admit it out loud but you get the point.

LEVIATHAN !

this one is a tough one for sure. not because you have no effect on him, it's most definitely not that. it's more like he's actively finding a way for you not to approach him. he's hiding and running away from you like he did numerous crimes bad enough to not be spoken of, not like that'll work on you though.

you've already traumatized him enough with his first encounter with you, he's not willing to go in for a second round. one word from you and he might actually faint. it's bad enough that you're the most enchanting person he's ever seen, but you going out of your way to speak to him with that mesmerizing voice of yours, it's like you came straight out of a video game with how unimaginably beautiful you are.

if you ever have him cornered, he just might have the courage to face you somehow. unfortunately, his newfound confidence will be immediately replaced with clammy hands and teary eyes. and yes, hugging him to comfort him would make things worse.

just a thought though- please go easy on him.

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[jessaerys]

when i was in high school i thought robert greene's the art of seduction was this super forbidden sexy knowledge that would make anyone irresistible with the power of psychological tricks and gray mortality but like in an intellectual way and this is how i was gonna win my boy crush because like three other girls in my friend group clearly also had a crush on him but honestly?? he totally liked Me for my mischievous ways i was definitely winning. afaik no one ever fucked him and he fell off the face of the internet after high school but last i heard he was identifying as asexual. but i digress. anyway i got it out of the school library but lost it (don't recall how) and because it was private school they charged an exorbitant fee for lost books so it was cheaper to replace them and also, obviously, my parents would have questions. so anyway i saved up and when my parents took us to this fancy restaurant/department store combo (Sanborns) after a JW kingdom hall meeting i went to "the bathroom" but actually went downstairs to purchase the damn book from the book store section and it literally felt like a fucking heist i was crying shaking throwing up etc etc etc. so when i open my purse to pay and hide the damn encyclopaedia sized thang inside, the cashier guy, who can totally see this 16 year old is sweating absolute bullets, he sees my JW bible & religious literature and says something along the lines of "ha ha dont worry my x is a jehovah's witness so i get it :-)" and instead of feeling comforted i wanted to die because at the time i was still deeply entrenched in us vs them cult mentality and obviously The Stupid Worldy People would not understand the profound, shakespearean moral conflict i, a Knower of the One True God was facing as i was knowingly lured into a life of sin by the evil forces of Satan, maybe, i mean idk, it's very nuanced and actually has cosmically life or death high stakes for me personally, He Couldn't Possibly Understand. so anyway, it was truly a mortifying negative experience that the charade of Perfect Certainty and Enviable Happiness i was groomed to uphold my entire life fell for a hot second and i experienced the mortifying ordeal when i wasn't ready which was like blasting a mole rat into the sun but in retrospect that was a really nice thing for him to say. siri play dollhouse by melanie martinez i fucking guess. long story short i returned the new book and my parents didn't catch me that time which is certainly Interesting because they sure led me to believe God had panopticon powers to "make secrets come into the light" but frankly i think i just thot every now and then i succeeded at outsmarting God

why did i make this post. oh yeah anyway i just realized i can read (listen to) the art of seduction by robert greene and it's probably going to be an incredibly pretentious load of bullshit but by god (ha ha) this one goes out to baby alex

[deadendtracks]

responding to @divinekangaroo's response to me!

re: the Lizzie scene in s2, I never feel like I can articulate what I see in any kind of coherent way. It's one of those completely *weird* scenes that CM throws in every so often that isn't quite what you'd expect it to be but isn't particularly easily defined, either.

The impending assassination and his emotional shut down over Grace are definitely elements!

The ability to get away from being used to kill, but then being locked back into it against his will.

Yeah, absolutely, this is incredibly important to both season 2 and season 3 (and arguably season 5 in a different way).

I have such a sense he’s almost *forcing* himself to do it.

Yeah absolutely, that's how I look at it too. I don't sense any anger in it, but Tommy does often react to situations he can't escape by 'going away' in a sense (dissociating, detaching, withdrawing emotionally).

I wonder how this fits with what you talk about later regarding him 'acting out' on Lizzie what's being done to him -- would he have to so obviously force himself to do this if that were the case? It seems like it would be more compulsive/irresistible and feel necessary for him if that was the motivating factor? He doesn't seem to be aware enough to have it be the case that he feels this compulsion and knows where it's coming from and is struggling with it by becoming detached, idk.

From Lizzie’s words (and how warm the two of them are in the typewriter scene) I have to assume they’ve had a relatively amicable paid sexual relationship, and Tommy’s definitely acting different in that particular scene.

Yeah definitely. This tends to be misinterpreted by some parts of fandom as how he *always* is with Lizzie, but Lizzie's reaction to him is definitely a little "idk what *that* was about" and she wouldn't behave the way she does if that was how he typically treated her. There's also the fact that despite his demeanor in that scene where he seems to be dismissive of her, in the next scene he shows he'd listened to her and thought about what she said.

It’s not really about pleasure or release before a risky venture that might kill him. It’s not even about Lizzie at all, or a comment on his prior (or upcoming) connection with Lizzie. A reminder to himself about being used, the way certain disadvantaged people are always used no matter what they actually want, the way he feels about being used that way. And a very strong reminder at the end when Lizzie outreaches for connection that you take the money and treat the exchange as a transaction.

Yeah, that could be part of it, though to me it doesn't feel like he's aware enough even of Lizzie's presence for this to be a kind of acting out of that dynamic on another person -- instead it's like she's not even there (and he's not there either). In some ways you wonder why he's doing it at all. One of my theories about Tommy & sex is that he uses it to get out of his own anxiety spirals/out of his head, so maybe that was what he was hoping would happen and he was just too dissociated from the fact of what he was about to do to get anything out of it but taking the edge off.

So he uses Lizzie, not cruelly or unfairly in that desk scene given she is a prostitute then: she’s his only lover that he doesn’t have to perform with. He can have terrible sex, he doesn’t have to think about her pleasure, he doesn’t have to perform or satisfy her or try to influence her.

In some ways she's also the only person he doesn't have to perform for period, he's always performing for his family, he's always performing for his enemies and for the upper classes. He can often be quite 'flat affect' with them but never quite to this extent; with Lizzie he can drop even the pretense that he's present. Which isn't great for her! But his reaction to her wanting *more* from him ('i wish just once you wouldn't pay for it like normal people' or whatever she says) could be all about the fact that what he *wants* in that moment is to not have to be anything or anyone to her or himself, he wants to *not be.*

Tangentially: I also think a lot of his behaviours with Lizzie are actually about what’s going on in himself, not about his feelings for her.

Yeah, absolutely. His first scene with her at Epsom is about this; he's too wrapped up in what he's about to do to even hear what she's saying or how she feels about it; and I don't think it has a lot to do with what he thinks about her as a person, he's just dropped into that headspace where he can't spare anything for anyone.

This Lizzie as a Tommy-distorted-mirror warps and shifts over time, but I think S2 in particular she’s almost this “sexual-tool / extension-of-himself” to be that mirror of him being used as a “killing-tool” where he has no choice, and he actively uses her that way in the sex scene and at Epsom.

That's an interesting point. To riff on it a bit I think it connects to "everyone's a whore, Grace" and to "everyone gets tired, Finn" -- I think in a wider sense Tommy's thinking is nearly always war-time, in that everyone around him is also a combatant and there are no civilians. It's the same with his brothers often, it's the same with how he has disregard for the civilians in the housing project in the season 4 shootout: this is a battlefield for him so he treats everyone else as if they're also in the battlefield situation with him.

Which... at least for Lizzie and those civilians in s4, they didn't sign up for this! He blurs the lines between how people use their bodies-as-tools, including, later, himself. I think a lot of this comes from having been a lower level officer ranked over his brothers -- to have mentally survived at some point he'd have had to detach from any personal feelings about who he's 'using' to fight these battles and how, and now he can't turn it off.

He also fully intended for Lizzie not to have to go through with it, which is important; at the same time he'd have to know there'd always be a risk of that going wrong in ways that (at that point) wouldn't be true of himself (he'd end up injured, killed, arrested rather than raped).

asking for Lizzie as a thing/a Tommy substitute -- well, he actually did do that to Lizzie at Epsom, because he couldn’t do it himself. 

And it shows how he changes by s5 where he absolutely would never offer Lizzie to Moseley even if it would be strategically advantageous; instead he'll keep putting himself into the position where it's possible he'll have to do it himself, which terrifies him.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

CONGRATS DELLA<333333

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

steve harrington (what did you expect honestly) + the prompt/hc/idk of eating at some tiny diner at 2am because why not?? (i hope that's ok)

once again, congrats<3

Thank you my love 🥰🥰🥰

(trying 2nd person 😬, we'll see how it goes) (not proofread)

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"No, stop thinking! No thoughts, just answer!"

"Steve, this is a big question, it's the middle of the night, we're running out of gas, we could get kidnapped for all we know, it's a big question."

"Honey," the endeared irritation apparent in his tone, even though he was keeping his eyes on the road and you couldn't see his face. "Diner or truckstop? Exit's comin' up."

"Uhh..."

"Pick now, pick now, pick now," he urged you on as he started to veer off towards the exit.

"Diner!"

"Perfect! And it's right here." The neon sign lit up the spaces between the trees and the snowglow through the winter air made it seem like the forest lining the road was glowing.

He pulled in and found the closest spot to the entrance, just to make you more comfortable. "You got your jacket?" he asked you.

"I threw it in the trunk."

"Just keep mine then." It was laying over your lap for half the ride anyway, a perfect blanket.

"You can't not wear a jacket, you'll freeze."

"You can't wear a frozen jacket."

"Then we'll share."

"Wha-" But you were already waving him out of the car.

"Put it on."

"Baby, no"

"Put it on and come here. Come on, come on. We don't have all day, I'm freezing already."

He finally, reluctantly, put it on and you pulled his arms tight around you with your back to his chest. "Right foot first. Whaa! No, your other right."

"It's icy, babe, be careful. And my right is your right."

"My right is your right when you haven't been driving for 4 hours. This foot, Vermont shuffle, come on."

It was the longest minute ever, the kind of freezing that makes your joints hurt just thinking about it seeping into your bones and making the three yards into the diner more like an exodus.

Both of you sighed the moment the warmth of indoor heating touched your skin. He spun you around and pushed your arms under his jacket, holding you close with the hot skin of his back against your cold palms.

The obvious display of affection didn't stop the clearly overtired hostess from offering a sweet smile.

"Hi, uh, two please?" Steve asked through chattering teeth.

"Right this way." She sat you both at a wraparound booth right under a vent and Steve wrapped his coat back around your shoulders as soon as you were settled.

"Thank you, and could we have 2 coffees please?"

She nodded and went off to grab the pot. "You should sleep the rest of the way, don't have another coffee." You said as you smushed closer to him, part for the warmth, mostly just because he's him.

"I know, they're both for you. But you know you can wake me up right? Even if it's just to tell me whatever random thought popped into your head? Or you can't figure out the radio, whatever you want."

"Yes, I know, but I also know that I want you to sleep. I don't want you all grumpy tomorrow."

"I won't be grumpy."

"You'd be so grumpy. You'd be hiding behind your sunglasses all day, and asking me when we can go home. Na-ah, don't even argue."

The waitress came back and Steve ordered for you since you couldn't speak through your mouth full of coffee.

***

"You're kidding." You slapped your palm against the table at Steve's gossip about the kids.

"I am not, I got this straight from Dustin. And he got it right from Max."

"Max didn't tell you?"

"No, why would she?"

"Because you're the biggest gossips I know! You two plus Eddie in one room and that's half of Hawkins' rumor mill,” you said.

"We are not."

"Absolutely you are, eat your breakfast-dinner, I need you sleeping."

"Why, you don't want my charming, irresistible company?"

"No, I do, you know I do, but we literally just had this conversation, and your snores make much better company than grumpy old man Steve."

He gasped and clutched his chest, he's been spending too much time with Eddie. "I am not an old man."

"Mhm, worse than Hopper sometime," you picked up his fork, "but if you sleep, there's no old man." He let you bring the fork to his mouth and spoke once he swallowed.

"That sounds way too ominous, like you're trying to poison me."

"What? How!?"

"'No old man' like I'm never gonna make it to old man."

"Hmm...Do you want to be old?"

"Like now? Or just eventually old?"

"Eventually."

"I mean, yeah? I get to be old with you right?"

"Yeah, why, is that a must?"

"Absolutely it is."

"You wanna be with me when you're old and bald?"

"No no, honey, Harrington's don't bald. Have you seen those pictures of my grandpa in the hallway? How many full heads of grey hair have you ever seen?"

"I can't say very many."

"Exactly, a Harrington specialty. And we'd have a cat, when we're old. "

“Nursing home roomies?”

He looked practically offended at the notion. “Nursing home?! Absolutely not, no way, we spent however long raising those kids, the least they could do is take care of us.”

“Hmm, so no nursing home, only kids—“ “and the cat.” “—and the cat. What if they’re mean to us? Elder abuse.”

“No no, our kids are too good for that. They wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been planning this? Is this what you’re thinking about when Robin calls me because you’re staring off into space?”

“No way baby, this is straight off the cuff.”

“Flying off the handle.”

The hand back over the chest and a shoulder nudging yours. “Rude.”

“Drink your juice.”

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[whatthefishh]

my last ask reminded me ab the thot i forgot ab lol:

facial hair

**I JUST READ YOUR REPLY AND YOU DON'T LIKE MUSTACHES???? 😭**

uhhh -- well, i write a lot of steven/miguel fics so i don't explore the facial hair aspect of oscar (even though he has the most iconic staches and beards out there) so let's discuss + lemme get you on the 'stache train with me:

Exhibit A: Llewyn Davis

this hot fucking mess has zero right to look this good. dude was literally on the verge of passing out and/or crying the whole movie. also his beard is way too well kept for him to be homeless.

tell me you wouldn't enjoy the beard burn he'd leave between your thighs or holding onto those cute curls eeee --

Exhibit B: Nathan Bateman

THIS BALD BITCH (ok -- peek at the vein in his arm...) literally doesn't need to be bald but he probably thinks he's too big-brained™️ for hair or something idk.

he could literally kiss me until my whole mouth area and chin turn red and i wouldn't care 😭. he'd probably be a dick and rub himself all over me just to irritate my skin (i'm sensitive) then tease me ab it after.

let's face it, dude would look magnificent eating ice cream (or dripping with heat as he lifts his face from my -----) uhhh ok next

Exhibit C: Blue Jones

yeah, he looks like a slut. i mean the porn stache really just staples the word "pimp" onto his forehead. he's definitely more into himself than anyone else and he looks like a class A pervert, but i'd still hit it tho 💀

NEXT!

Exhibit D: Duke Leto and Jonathan Levy

i put them together bc of their full beards and hair. both give off 'have a family but still ready to fuck' vibes, but jonathan is softer and domestic 🥺

look at those beards and how well they frame his lips, it's like he's FORCING you to look 🫠 AND THE GREEYING HAIRRR EEEEE I NEED

LAST ONE -> EXHIBIT EEEEE: THE FUCKING BEARD HE HAD DURING THE TF PRESS TOUR

"this is powerful"

"clean shaven 5 days ago" -- ok but why would he say that??? does he wants me to collapse??? does he want to be bitten???

i genuinely lost track of the reasoning behind this ask (i'm sleep deprived and deliriously screaming ab this man) idk if i like facial hair or if it's just irresistible on him...either way i wanna feel it everywhere 😵‍💫

Omg em!! I absolutely adore beards especially Oscar’s!!! It’s the moustache only look that I’m always eek about and yet I still pine after Blue Jones 😂😳

I need to watch Inside Llewyn Davis still, I know I’ve got some catching up to do but his beard does look ridiculously well kept for a homeless guy you’re right.

Nathan Batsman’s beard is something I’m a very open whore about yes to the carpet burnnnnnnn

Jonathan levy is the perfect example of just like… ‘Messy academic hot man that I want to make even more of a mess of’. That’s a type, right? Adore. Esp the greys!!!! I love the fucking greys!!! Father of my children!!!

The god damn TF interviews ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

He said that because he wants you to know that he knows exactly what he says and does to us.

Yes to facial hair especially on Oscar. Just the stache on other men get the fuck away from me 😂

[ridiasfangirlings]

strain who makes you irresistible to people who you are terrified of, sarumi get hit and yata ends up with a crowd of girls chasing him around, idk which kind of crowd saru might be scared of so ill leave that up to you lol

Imagine Yata just being chased by hordes of girls and Fushimi can't even be jealous because he's laughing too hard. Imagine this like post-betrayal, Fushimi and Yata are fighting each other when they get hit by the Strain. Say Fushimi was actually pursuing that Strain and he clicks his tongue, grumbling at Yata for being an idiot who got them both attacked because he wasn't paying attention to anything around him, as usual. Yata tells him to shut up, like you weren’t paying attention either were you and anyway what kind of Strain power was that. Fushimi starts to say something and then pauses and says never mind, turning as if to leave. Yata's like hey wait a minute you can't just go and not tell me, following after Fushimi right out into the middle of a busy Shizume sidewalk.

Suddenly all the girls in the vicinity stop dead, staring at Yata. Yata's like wait what's going on and someone screams all excited like they just saw a pop idol, Yata's looking around trying to figure out what's gotten everyone so energetic when a girl grabs his hand. Yata almost shrieks and the girl's like OMG it's you, another girl runs over and tries to take his other hand like no he's mine. Suddenly Yata is just swarmed with girls and he might faint, even he can probably figure out that this is a Strain thing and he looks around desperately for Fushimi. Fushimi's standing off to the side watching the whole thing with this huge shit-eating grin on his face and Yata just manages to escape the clutches of all the women who suddenly want him, running towards Fushimi. Fushimi's all what's the problem Misaki and Yata tells him to stop smiling like that, like just tell me what the hell is going on. Fushimi points out that Yata's fans are coming after him and Yata looks up to see this horde of girls running towards him. Yata blanches and grabs Fushimi's wrist as he breaks into a run.

Fushimi complains about Yata grabbing him, like you're the one who's afraid of women Misaki this is your problem. Yata argues that it was Fushimi's Strain who did this and Fushimi rolls his eyes like it isn't my Strain. As they're talking they get near Bar Homra and Yata finally drops Fushimi's hand, looking relieved as he spots Mikoto, figuring he should be safe now. Except suddenly Mikoto is coming really close, Yata wonders if something's wrong. He's aware of Fushimi backing up and then Mikoto walks right past him, moving closer and closer to Fushimi. Yata's like wait why is Mikoto-san acting so weird, like that power was just to make girls chase you right. Fushimi just bites his tongue like he is absolutely not saying anything now, continuing to back away as Mikoto starts following after him all intense.

[autistic-crypt1d]

Season 3 SGA live blogging:

Boy howdy does this season start off wild, here we go!

S1 S2

Updates:

- No Man's Land is so intense omfg. The wraith not only have Ronon and Rodney held hostage, but they've stolen both the info needed to update their FTL drives and the location of Earth and are on their way there. Earth has no ships available to intercept so it's up to the very damaged vessels, the Daedalus and Orion.

- Teyla keeping Atlantis running when Weir is away once again, like the badass intelligent leader she is.

- I forgot the woman who plays one of the IOA people was also Kim from Eureka, why are there so many Eureka peeps in here???

- "can you get this off me? It's down my back. It's down my back." I'm sorry Rodney is so funny when he's miserable and whiney 😂

- "I don't think that's even possible." "Make it possible." Literally everyone to Rodney constantly

- LORNE IS PILOTING THE ORION LET'S GOOOOO

- the Orion blowing up makes me so sad, but at least Lorne and the crew are safe

- the hive ships are so horrifyingly huge, I can't help wondering why the ancients never built anything like that. I mean atlantis and those like it are big but they are so not made for battle like things like the Aurora and Orion. I get that they're scientists and everything, but surely they knew they'd have to fight at some point? I mean they already knew about the Ori and surely they knew about the Wraith before they got to the point they are when the war starts. Idk I'm just surprised we never hear of a warship on the level of the hives.

- finding out the gas doesn't work on queens is super interesting, really emphasizes how different they really are in their abilities

- Misbegotten (interesting word), I remember like nothing of this episode atm

- OH NO, is this the colony episode????

- it is 😭

- none of the other wraith's hair changes color like Michael's. His turns brown once the retrovirus completes the transformation but the rest stay white. Wonder why.

- Irresistible, UGH, LUCIUS. I hate this dude so much, there are not words for how much I hate this man.

- the look of absolute disgust on Rodney's face when Sheppard and him confront Weir, Teyla, Ronon, and Carson in Weir's office is so funny dude, like, SAME.

- BRO you can see Jason trying not to break character and laugh while Weir is handing the gourd to Carson XD

- *smacks Carson in the chest* "Buck up Carson!" "But he needs me!" *Carson starts literally sobbing* I love the interactions in this show dude, they're so damn funny

- omfg Sateda, this episode is so sad but Rodney getting shot in the ass is HILARIOUS

- oh god Ronon's speech with the knife 😭

- just had a thought, can wraith feed on other wraith without them being turned by the retrovirus?

- this episode is so sad because of what Ronon is put through, but my god is he such a badass in it

- it's interesting to learn the wraith have a sort of night vision, makes sense as they evolved from cave bugs, but nonetheless horrifying and neat

- the flashbacks as he has to take the armour off the corpses, ahhhhhhhh

- THE GRENDADE IN THE HALLWAY SCENE WITH THE SPEECH PLAYING OMFG

- the flashbacks combined with reality and BRUTAL

- god, John Sheppard having emotions is so awkward help

- THE GLASS SHARD SCENE DUDE

- Ronon slumping to the ground once he sees Sheppard, AHHHH

- god damn that jump was cool

- Rodney and Carson arguing over the gun so long they already finished killing all the wraith 😂

- seeing Ronon try his best but get absolutely clobbered makes me so sad y'all

- GET THAT MF CARSON

- Ronon hugging Carson and then passing tf out 😭

- "who's flying the ship?" "Me... oh" pfffffft

- Progeny, OH NO

- I love that Sheppard's first reaction to them being "confirmed" as ancients is that he's got a bone to pick with them. The only logical reaction tbh

- ya know, can't help bit feeling a bit of dejavu at the story the replicators gave, that they were all one group of ancients and then diverged... *cough* ori *cough cough* I really need to watch Ark of Truth

- with Elizabeth and Teyla gone, who tf is running Atlantis rn, Chuck? 😂

- I'm sorry but I love Niam. The blank face he makes as Ronon attacks the other guards and Teyla smacks him onto the floor is hilarious. Not to mention the way he just flops when he gets knocked out

- god Rodney being the one to try and trade places with Sheppard, MY HEART

- I forgot he doesn't even try to get through the gate after setting the self destruct omfg

- "they're not people, they're machines, replicators" CHILLS

- oh yeah I guess we do find out who made the nano virus, the replicators, Rodney was spared cuz he had the ancient gene and they can't hurt ancients

- I know I've said it like a billion times but Rodney is hilarious

- PFFFFT Ronon just tossing the frozen replicator out of the chair

- Niam, my precious baby noooo 😭

- ah hell I hate The Real World

- idk it just messes with me I guess, this and the SG-1 episode where Daniel gets infected by the parasite Michello made to kill Goa'uld parasites and everyone just believes he suddenly snapped. I hate those kids of plot lines.

- always happy for an excuse to see Jack though

- OH SHIT "COMMON GROUND", IT'S TODD TIME BABYYYY

- first off, how does Sheppard not realize the dude in the other cell is a wraith just by his voice

- of course Rodney is the first to speak once Sheppard is shown, not Weir or the other teammates, Rodney

- god it's heartbreaking watching Sheppard go through this, all the more so that Todd doesn't want to do this to him either. You can see his hesitation at the second feeding.

- yessss beat their ass grandpa 😂

- oof the tension when they're standing there trying to figure out if they can trust the other to keep their promise and deciding if they'll keep theirs.

- PFFFFT Todd with the damn gun XD

- new Ronon jacket??? Ballerrrr

- AHHHHH the scene where we see Sheppard with his life back is SO COOL.

- Kolya you mf coward

- not Sheppard thanking Rodney out of everyone who came for him XD

- Todd and Sheppard have a weird friendship but god do I love them

- McKay and Mrs. Miller, I am sooooo excited I love this epiaode

- SAM

- "I don't wanna scare you but we are at war." "Did you start it?" "What? No!" PFFFFT

- I love Rodney but he is insufferable this episode

- Jeannie is also quite mean in this episode, just because Rodney is a dick doesn't mean that she has to tell his business to his coworkers. They also suck for laughing at it when they know full well it's upsetting for him.

- the way that Rodney hanging out in Sheppard's room with him is so casual and natural, I LOVE THEM

- ya know, the plot line of this, with the alternate reality being a casualty of the experiment, it reminds me of that one plot line in Star Trek: Discovery

- the group making Rodney feel better about everything after is sweet though

- Phantoms is a pretty good episode if I remember right, but very fucky in a cool way

- “oh enough with the bodies!” I feel ya Rodney

- ok so Major Leonard's team had a camcorder on them and started recording as they were exploring right. We've seen that Rodney carries one too (when Sheppard gets trapped in the sanctuary), my question is why he never uses it

- Carson may be timid and freak out a lot, especially when he's put in a position like sitting in the chair, but he really is brave. I mean even just this episode, they've just been shot at, one is dead, two are wounded, and he still grabs his med bag and gets to work saving the survivor's lives. I just really love him and I wish his bravery was mentioned more, he's such an impressive person.

- I wonder why Ronon is the first to start being affected by the machine. John follows soon after and then Carson and Rodney at some point, Carson more so. We know that Teyla isn't affected at all because of the wraith DNA, but I wonder what causes the variation in the others.

- I'm also curious as to why Ronon, Leonard's team, and the Genii all turn on eachother while Sheppard, Rodney, and Carson have very different hallucinations. I mean Sheppard does try to shoot Ronon, but he hallucinates Teyla as a friend.

- man everyone except Sheppard, Rodney, and Carson have been shot at this point. I'm pretty sure Rodney gets shot too towards the end

- see, now why does Ronon think Sheppard is a wraith, but sees Teyla as Teyla?

- omfg yeah Sheppard shot Rodney. Dude this is a less funny shot than I remembered, I thought he got shot in the leg

- Teyla holding everything together as always, what a badass

- "I'm sorry for shooting everyone!" PFFFT

- oooo The Return episodes

- the midway station is so dope, Rodney and Sam are so smart

- JACK

- a pedestal pops up out of the ground and Ronon just immediately points his gun at it XD

- AHHHH it makes me so sad how excited they were to meet ancients only to be met with that

- Ronon hug-tossing Sheppard 😭

- aw man the nerd trio saying their goodbyes

- I love that not only has Sheppard watched Princess Bride, but remembers it well enough/has seen it enough to quote it

- THE HEAD BONK

- ya know, Rodney mentioned that at least Sheppard still gets to go off world, but why wouldn't he join the SGC? It's not like he doesn't have the experience and they have non military personnel like Daniel and Teal'c soooooo

- it's interesting they've got the retrovirus canisters at the SGC, I mean it makes sense they'd take it back from Atlantis with them.

- "my turtles!"

- Ronon was 1000% fishing for validation that Sheppard still views him as part of the team and it's adorable

- PFFFFFT the replicators getting run over

- man do I love insubordinate Sheppard, how very Colonel O'Neill of you

- Jack and Woolsey are hilarious together I have to say

- "in the unlikely event you don't fail miserably, you're fired." "Yes sir. Looking forward to that." God I love those two together

- I feel like Jack is both loving being back in action and royal pissed at the same time

- Jack is such a badass

- "god you can hold your breath a long time, you almost gave me a heart attack!" "Me too" PFFFFT

- "the backstroke I think" I missed Jack's unbelievable sass so much omfg

- NIAM NO

- "sounds more like plan F, doesn't it? As in "we are totally-"

- oooo Carson, how sassy of you

- I FORGOT THEY HUG 😭

- Echoes is really neat, I love that we get a look into the fauna of another world finally. It's not a bunch but it's still cool, the fact that they could learn some way of communication with humans is so neat, and they not only saved themselves, but Atlantis too.

- ahhhhh the way Ronon immediately grabs Teyla when she starts freaking out to check on her

- awww Rodney whale watching his ocean bestie with his human bestie/love of his life

- I wonder if it was intentional that they set it up so everyone starts experiencing something like right after they talk to someone who is experiencing it

- THE EYE

- OOF, Sheppard's panic when Rodney goes down

- not Sheppard knowing so much about Rodney he can make incredibly specific comments to try and irritate him, knowing if he could actually hear him he couldn't resist responding

- I love that Ronon is always there when Teyla needs help

- god Rodney and Sheppard are so adorably dorky together

- Caldwell you better leave those whales alone

- ahhh! I love hearing Rodney talk about science shit

- omfg Ronon and Teyla are so cute, LOOK AT THAT SMILE

- even after learning that Sheppard has a plan, Ronon doesn't offer to go or help, he stays right there by Teyla's side

- Sheppard and Rodney, chaotic duo extraordinaire

- the coronal mass ejection smashing into the ship, CHILLS

- the way Ronon crouches down beside Teyla with that mischievous smile is so cute, and then he sits right next to her to meditate together, AHHHH. He doesn't even like meditating, he just love spending time with her and it's so damn cute

- UGH Irresponsible.

- Lucius is so unbelievably creepy and manipulative, I HATE HIM SO MUCH

- why is Teyla in the damn tree XD

- how was Sheppard able to use the personal forcefield, they said that it like locks to the person who activates it. Also I wasn't paying a ton of attention this episode, but first time we saw him he asked for the gene inoculation, but Beckett only gave him the antidote so how does he have the gene.

- Tao of Rodney, oh boy, I know what happens but I do not remember the details very well

- poor Rodney man, he's always getting hurt istg

- of course Sheppard volunteers to be the one who watches Rodney

- I love when Sheppard rants about hating the ancients

- "actually I was rhunk more along the lines of you." Uhuh, you can say that you mean this because Sheppard was around ancients that ascended, but we all know the real reason

- also like, the fact they're doing this in Sheppard's room too. They're trying to get him to relax right? One would think that he'd have the easiest time relaxing in his own room but no, Sheppard's room.

- god listening to Rodney apologize to Radek 😭

- THE TEA CEREMONY HELP

- the hug omfg I'm gonna cry

- the book for Elizabeth, I forgot about that dude ahhhhhh

- once again in Sheppard's bedroom

- Sheppard offended at the thought that he and Rodney might not be good

- I forgot he asks Sheppard to read his eulogy AHHHHH

- oh my god Sheppard looks like he's about to cry, you can see him struggling with all of his will not to

- NOW SEE WHY DOES SHEPPARD FEEL THE NEED TO SPECIFY THE KIND OF LOVE AS PLATONIC

- Ronon hugging him, ahhhhhh!!

- see, now there were a bunch of scientists that discovered that room with Rodney, but who did he tell first and ask to play with him? Sheppard

- I love not only the way Sheppard grabs Rodney by the vest to bring him along, but how he is completely unbiased by him doing this

- best of 10?? These mf really spend all of their time together don't they. Chess, the game from the episode, hanging in Sheppard's room, missions, eating together. It's not like there aren't a ton of other people these two could hang out with, but they choose eachother every time

- I'm on The Ark now and the duo is immediately being adorable on this station together

- Herick is so fucking selfish oh my god. Yes dude, you've just experienced a devestative, life altering loss, but to take out not only the team, but 1,000 lives stored in the device???? Why is your first instinct to force your grief onto those around you, that's fucking evil

- only way to soothe Ronon, promise you'll fight him to the death

- Rodney is such a badass man

- MAJOR LORNE, LET'S GOOOOO

- Teyla, please, I know it feels bad, but please just lie to him, you know what desperate people are capable of

- ok I'm finally finishing this episode like the next day, I am ill so if my typings make no sense, ignore that

- see, now how tf does Sheppard know what to do with those controls or what any of them mean in the slightest

- YIKES, hitting the ground

- Sunday, OH NO

- poor Teyla, she just wanted to have a nice day off with her friend

- ew, I hate that they bring up random ass love interests for Weir and Teyla. At least put some effort in instead of some random side plot of one episode

- CARSON 😭

- record breaking space trout XD

- casual lgbt acceptance, I love it

- Rodney being sassy, grumpy dad when people do something dumb because he cares, love it

- AHHHHHH NOOOOO I’M NOT READY

- I LOVE that Lorne paints, SO MUCH

- 😭

- oh god, Rodney blaming himself, my heaaaartttt

- I’m getting flashbacks to Janet’s funeral oh no

- Rodney looking to Sheppard, AHHH

- Submersion, wait I thought this took place when Teyla was pregnant? OH WAIT, no that’s when she takes over the queen on the hive ship nvm nvm

- Sheppard’s little “sorry” is so cute

- with that Wraith swimming underwater, my mind immediately jumps to a wraith siren creature, ik the iratus bugs hate water but still, if a group evolved on an ocean planet...

- poor Teyla dude, the guilt she's feeling rn, OOF

- also Greydon finding out there really is a Greyson is hilarious, poor guy

- "I missed" PFFFFT

- Vengeance, oh shiiiiiit, this episode is so freaky

- the look Rodney and Sheppard exchange once they find the cocoon and realize the life sign is probably whatever came out of it, is priceless

- all the bodies is just heartbreaking

- Ronon stop disappearing like a rugged ninja, you're scaring Sheppard

- IT'S SO TERRIFYING I LOVE IT

- oh yes, just stand in the path of the dart, VERY SMART

- THE ROOM FULL OF COCOONS AHHHHH

- I love this episode y'all

- Ronon with his sword, so cool

- Rodney, too much is better than too little when it comes to explosive power in this situation I'd say

- the prodigal experiment Michael returnsssss

- that smile on Ronon's face, I feel like it's a mix of Sheppard's decision upsetting Rodney, and getting to go back and fight the bug creature

- THE DELAYED BLAST PFFFF

- it's interesting how many more human features Michael has this time around, I mean last time he got the wraith teeth back and such and this time his mouth is very human. His nose and skin are also quite human. I wonder why going through the process a second time had that effect and if it could be permanent at some point

- maybe, idk, CLOSE THE HATCH BEHIND YOU

- aight well I guess it wouldn't have helped much but still!

- YESSS SHEPPARD COMING IN CLUTCH LETS GOOOO

- First Strike, gotta love rash thinking

- oof, Rodney and Zelenka's convo is rough. The guilt they must feel making weapons like this when they're not under attack...

- god damn that's a lot of damage

- OH NO IT'S THIS EPISODE

- I know it's basically an ocean planet, but it would've been so cool to see the effect that beam would've had on ground

- ahhhhh! I love the Weir and Teyla confidant moments so muchhhh

- YOU TELL HIM RODNEY

- the sinking scene is so cooooooooool

- the fantastic 4 convo help XD

- also, Ronon feeling left out because he can't help and doesn't know science 😭

- the gay boys immediately reading each others thoughts

- LORNE

- the chair spinning is still such an odd detail in my opinion

- OH NO HERE IT COMES

- CRAP

- Rodney's voice oh my god 😭

Season 4

[bitchboynasty]

Hi again! I just finished with this semester of school so i'm finally free.

I love textile pieces they really are so irresistible to touch. I think the absolute dedication and time it takes to make art with fabric is just incredible. I loved the one you sent the colors are just beautiful. It sucks I can't send images over anon or I would also share some textile pieces I love! I know it's bad for the piece or whatever I feel like at least some art should be touched or interacted with, touch should be part of the human-art experience!! Anyways I really love weird art, my favorite artist right now is Mire Lee. she makes these really weird grotesque sculptures that move and drip liquid. They are nauseating and fun!

Basically the only thing I have been doing lately is catching up with tv shows that I haven't been able to watch when I was in school. I just finished watching the white lotus show which was pretty good and now im re-watching Arrested Development for the 100th time or something. What sort of tv/movies are you interested in? I'd love some recommendations if you have anything you want to recommend! Also, what are your thoughts on the supposed timothee chalamet bob dylan biopic? I refuse to acknowledge it unless they replace him with Cate Blanchett the only actor who can play bob dylan. I always feel iffy about music biopics though so idk.

Sorry for getting back to you so late. The holidays are difficult for me especially this year. I just wasn't in the right headspace to answer this ask ya feel me. I looked up More Lee and those sculptures are incredibly visceral! Very cool artist. Have you seen Olivier de sagazans art? Some of his performances used to be on YouTube and they're very captivating to me.

I also rewatched arrested development recently! I only watch the first three seasons though. Right now I'm watching the 1984 Dune. The one David Lynch directed but hates so much he got his name taken off it. The version on Tubi has his name on it though which gives me a laff. So I recommend the old dune to people because if youre on drugs it's really good. It's got this crazy space opera scope to it that doesn't go anywhere but is visually interesting enough to keep me entertained. I understand why people don't like it. It's too long, it drags on in places, and the effects aged very poorly to most people. The dialogue is.....stilted. But I LOVE Dune, specifically the way it's like a tragedy set in weird space. And I love Lynchs take on the harkonnens. But we don't really get to see them much in the new one so I don't have much to compare.

Don't even get me started on the timothee biopic ok. I agree with you 100% and I'm so worried about the space I've cultivated as a depressing, pathetic little man and what bob Dylan means to me in that context vs what bob Dylan is going to mean to the tiktok girlies once timothee puts on some raybans and pouts on screen. Idk it's the nature of the beast but we literally don't need another Dylan biopic.

Also happy holidays to you my friend! It's been nice getting to know you :)

[7ban-sama]

ryokan au do you think hanako takes bites of tsu occasionally or does he actually resist otouto ....

i think about this au so much aidairo really catered to me specificallt with it. absolutely rotting my brain, if only there were any pornfics out there OTL

This AU feels like it was made to torment me personally yeah. So you have my sympathy. Idk why AidaIro gave me a place to think about, scent marking, pee, cat mating behaviors, feral anatomy, interspecies sex... Vore. etc. But they did. *furrows brow*... RIP about fic though, I myself can't really find much palatable fic, so whenever I want 'content' for something like a recent AU, I just have to write it myself / RP with my wife lol. JP fandom at least makes nice comics and art pieces to gaze upon... Ryokan has been prosperous in this way.

As for the status of the twins at the Ryokan: I think Amane indulges in consumption of Tsukasa, yes. Though with perhaps... more moderation(?) than the first incident(s), which is what I would believe lead to their mutual undead & sealed circumstance... status as, spooky orb havers. Or perhaps you could think of it as, Amane n ow has more elegance, thoughtfulness, in how he goes about eating... Artful indulgence, instead of succumbing to instinct miserably.

I do think the first time it happened, was not so easy for Amane. I feel like his journey always has to start out fraught, in some manner... Because the desire to consume (harm, destroy) Tsukasa will always be clashing against the feelings of preciousness. Amane often sees himself as Tsukasa's caretaker, protector — it's his 'role', as the older brother. He often puts himself in these sort of positions, in control and taking charge, as you can see with his dynamic with Nene as well. Though they are not biologically related, this world feels no different, what with Amane leading Tsukasa away from the circus tent fire...

This drawing is so sweet... Amane seems so genuinely concerned. Scruffed up and dirty, trying to get them out... (Of course, we don't get to see Tsukasa's expression... 💔 It's like how we can't see him on Tanabata either... prolly spoilery territory, and necessary to preserve mystique... It'd be too much to see Tsukasa's dazzled expression *sigh* ) Anyways... I get the impression from this picture, that Amane was very ardently trying to save Tsukasa in this moment.

And one has to wonder, how many years had Tsukasa been living in this circus? Isn't it odd for a kid this young to be an animal handler-? Whatever era they are from, it's likely more 'old world', considering the newspaper clipping was from 50 years ago — and the Minamoto Detective Agency itself isn't very modern feeling. (Our first image representing the event features a rotary phone, and I'd say the general fashion trends do not feel modern.) Soo... There's basically no way this set-up of a young boy animal handler was ethical. Tsukasa was likely an abandoned child, unloved, with only his pet black cat as company. I think Amane observed the poor treatment Tsukasa faced and it culminated in him rescuing him from the fire. Acting as his savior.

The story is so tantalizing to envision, from that jumping off point... Where do they run off to? Amane has magical capabilities as a nekomata, but I wonder how young he was, how much he still had to learn... Is he capable of sustaining them both? Were they functionally homeless for a while, meandering about? Finding some abandoned shed to hole up in? So much must have happened, between then and the current events of canon...

No matter what, I feel like being alone with Tsukasa starts to chip away at Amane's instincts. The AU proposes that humans are sooo irresistibly tasty... I think the sense of, love and desire to protect Tsukasa buys Amane some time, letting him funnel into the task of providing for his "little brother"... And ah, as I mentioned before, I like the HC that Amane only just got his human form and mirrored it after Tsukasa, so I think there's euphoria to be felt over finally being able to interact with Tsukasa with hands, a voice, etc.. They can talk! They can share so much! That's exciting... Ah, but it's like, amidst the haze of these emotions, there's this encroaching rumble... I think it's a natural pipeline for Amane to go from feeling like a caretaker, to gaining some. Divine sense of entitlement. You owe your life to me... with my actions, you are MINE... I own you. This snowballs with the biological urges to consume... the temptation...

I like to think there was a small incident, something fluid in the middle of affection... Getting his chin scritched, something like that — and mindlessly, Amane snaps, cleaves through a couple fingers. Mabye down half the knuckle of Tsukasa's thumb. And he swallows without thinking, also. But the sound of Tsukasa's shock and pain causes him to recoil, and it's like he's woken up to the reality of what he did — misery, horror, sadness... Helpless feeling about it. I think about him sobbing while licking Tsukasa's injured hand... ;; Not liking how it feels, that there's still a desire for more. Scared of self, frazzled fur, ears pinned... A somber period follows, where Amane bandages Tsukasa up and also endeavors to learn healing magicks... Not strong enough to magically recreate the missing body parts, but I think he could eventually close up the wounds. Sad kitty... Of course, Tsukasa is ever-reassuring, saying it's all fine! Daijoubu! Smiley smiley. Petting with his other hand. Hard to believe Tsukasa is so... forgiving... he doesn't even flinch when touched. They still sleep intertwined...

Inevitably, between Amane's own desire and Tsukasa's unconditional love, it all has to culminate in a big explosive event. The twins... you can see how, across all worlds, they have to conclude in something as extreme as consuming the other! I think AUs where their very species dictates this further conveys how much it cannot be helped. How can Amane resist Tsukasa forever-??? He cannot. Since nekomata are also known to have a capacity in necromancy, I believe that's how Tsukasa can return, and that's what leads to their present-day selves. Also, since Amane is a decidedly powerful mystery, I think of him as distinctly capable for a nekomata. Over those 50 years, he honed his powers, and it leads to his casual demeanor now. He doesn't feel threatened or, as if anything can meaningfully compete.

Honestly I think the whole... keeping Tsukasa a secret, having him dressed up as a kitty and locked in a closet, is all, fetishistic. Ohhh my dear sweet "brother", stay safe okayyy, mm yes pretend to be a kitty and run about... i will protect you... even though you're a delectable little human... mwah. The choice to give Tsukasa a kinked tail and matching collar is wholly eccentric. All these details feel... playful? Indulgent? Compared to their past as a dirty circus orphan and his scraggly black kitty cat... For them to be trouncing about this secluded mountain inn, feels luxurious. They feel very comfortable, to me...

So I like to think that this isn't an Amane that is forbidding himself from interfacing with Tsukasa, and indulges at times in his urges. The difference is having more of a handle on himself, so it's less of a chaotic impulse? If impulsive, than the indulgent kind, succumbing to wanting to nip and bite and draw blood... I really ah, think about him raking claws across Tsukasa and lapping at the wounds. Things like this. Ohh, just a taste... I don't want to tear him apart juuust yet, must control... It should be special, when we go that far ❤... You could imagine him snapping off a finger or two though, ugh, and then Tsukasa's perpetual mitten status just passes it off... He's commonly seen as clumsy, so it wouldn't be suspicious if he was especially poor at handling things. Fumbling more....

UGh it all makes me sick though because-!! I have to imagine they are affectionate, playing with each other, napping together, etc... I can perfectly see a doting Amane cleaning up Tsukasa after he's done with him, grooming him affectionately, and then relaxing in the hotsprings together... Such visions I am accosted with. I cannot see anything else

[fangirl-erdariel]

Quote time!

'Cake is eternal'

'Was it just the dreaming of my heart?'

'Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see'

'Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by'

'Call my name from the heart'

'Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet'

'Clinging to affection, we somehow do learn to live'

'Running and reaching for the light'

'And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I go'

'In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom'

Okay let's see... :D This got unreasonably long so i'm putting it under a cut, sorry!

"Cake is eternal" - this is absolutely a crack fic. Maybe a bakery AU of some kind? I just can't decide what fandom or characters

"Was it just the dreaming of my heart?" - ok so for some reason what my brain went to was Beren and Lúthien fic, centering on Beren as he is dead, clinging onto the world, somewhere in Mandos, even though he's feeling the almost irresistible pull on his mortal soul to leave the world, because he can't leave yet because she asked him to wait and she promised to come and say goodbye right?? he can't leave until he sees her one last time, but at the same time he's dead and death does things to you so he's no longer really that certain of how much of what he remembers from life was true

"Dress me all in flowers white, so no mortal eye can see" - okay i know you've asked this before and fuck if i remember what I replied then. But right now I'm thinking immortal Merlin fic, with him through the years, through the changing tides of the mortal kingdoms and societies, slipping through it all almost unnoticed (and possibly going slightly mad with loneliness)

"Sing with me a tiny autumn song, with the melodies of the days gone by" - oohhh, this has a Tolkien vibe somehow. Maybe Aragorn and Arwen, long after LOTR, looking back on their lives?

"Call my name from the heart" - hmm... I have no idea why but I'm kinda thinking some kind of Garashir slowburn? idk anything else tho

"Forgotten phrases, tender and sweet" - again no idea where this came from, but maybe some kind of Glorestor fic? Like starting when Glorfindel's still newly come to Middle-Earth, and maybe he didn't have too much time to adjust to the whole "after thousands of years I'm alive again" thing, and he definitely hasn't had the time to process the fact that living comes with constant new feelings, new experiences, not just slowly sorting through and making peace with all the feelings and experiences from before you died, so he's still kind of reeling a bit and figuring things out again... and then, because Glorfindel was never one to do anything little by little or halfway, he goes and falls head over heels for Erestor and has to try and figure how love (and specifically communicating that love) works again

"Clinging to affection, we somehow learn to live" - so I don't really go for that very often, but somehow I'm thinking of Maedhros and Maglor with little Elrond and Elros? Maedhros and Maglor are all kind of worn down and burdened with like, everything, and Elrond and Elros are small children just torn from their home and family and friends, and it's all kind of a mess... but there's a bit of affection, a spark of something, some care for the twins, from Maglor, and maybe if they all hold onto it they can figure something out, maybe two kinslayers half-mad from their trauma and the Oath can live for a little rather than stumble forward after a terrible and seemingly unattainable goal, maybe two kids torn from everything they've ever known can learn to live, can grow up to make something of themselves, if they all just care for each other a bit and find a little affection for each other?

"Running and reaching for the light" - somehow (probably because i've already gotten myself into a tolkien mood and there's that whole metaphor about moths and candles in Athrabeth, lol), I'm thinking of an Andreth/Aegnor fic where Andreth doesn't submit so easily to the fact that Aegnor rejects her despite loving her, and maybe Aegnor isn't all that convinced about their love being impossible either, and Andreth goes after him, to stay at his side, reaching for his flame... and I don't know if that saves him, or if it ends in tragedy anyway (maybe she just dies at his side, when Dagor Bragollach comes. Or maybe she outlives him despite everything), but at least they have a while together, at least they get to love each other, whether or not it's enough to change their fates

"And I'll show you who I am, if you come where I'll go" - tbh no idea and my brain is out of idea making juice now, sorry ':D

"In blinded night we are singing a glorious cry for freedom" - I'm absolutely sure you've sent this to me before and I'm not sure what I replied then but right now what I'm vibing with is a Merlin AU where for whatever reason Merlin doesn't end up in Camelot (or at the very least doesn't end up as Gaius' apprentice, and doesn't end up really being involved with the court) and ends up sticking together with druids or just with other people who have magic instead, all keeping their heads low and fearing being exposed, but hoping for and working towards some kind of change nonetheless

Thanks for these, this was fun!

[missameliep]

Awww! Thank you so much for reading and for this lovely feedback 🥰

I love the friends-to-lovers trope, and even though WtD isn't romance-focused, and the friendship with Troy didn't get a lot of development, I really like the concept and drew my inspiration from the details given to write Troy and Malia's relationship.

To be honest, I have a few rough drafts and ideas for them, but most of their relationship I'm winging it as I'm getting asks about them (I've got another one about where they live) lol

That part you picked is one of my favorites, and I had too much fun writing Troy's lines.

In their relationship there are so many things to be defined (when will happen their love confession, when they'll have their first kiss etc), but the parenting part was not that hard. The idea of having a child and raising them in that world is not a walk in the park, like you amazingly dealt in your series.

However, it's canon both MC and Troy are great with kids. Besides, MC and May bond super-quickly, and they're getting gifts and telling stories and ultimately risking their lives to save this girl they just met. I see that relationship with colors of a maternal bond in the case of my f!MC. Even if May admires MC and sees her as some kind of superhero, I think there's more to that. We never learn what happened to May's family and I assumed she's an orphan, and I HC that at some point May and MC would just start living as family, and maybe it would be MC that would say something like "I'd love to have a daughter like you" or May would simply ask her to be her mother, idk. But it occurred to me that at least in Malia's case, it would be natural to take that next step. She craves family and she has that kind of love in store.

Troy would definitely be part of that picture. He's great with kids, and he loves Malia and when she would talk to him about it and ask his thoughts, he'd be like "why you're asking that? we're family."

Unlike Eli's mother, Malia doesn't remember the Old World, and knows nothing about what we consider normal parenting or normal childhood. Even though, Malia would be super-protective about May, and determined to teach her survival skills, like she learned in the Tower, some of those hard choices wouldn't be that hard to her. Obviously, due to her own nature and what she's learned from her friends, she'd be gentler. She'd raise May (and Neo and the children to come) to be the strongest warrior possible, but also to be kind and clever, to be able to carry on if they're ever alone (no matter how much this idea pains her). And while raising May, I think that Troy and Malia would sometimes talk about parenting. They both love kids and have this desire to have a family. Perhaps the first time the subject comes up would be in a joke or maybe she'd say they would make cute babies together or something... but then with time, they would talk about it more seriously. The idea is terrifying to both but also too appealing.

They live in a world that safety is not given (not that in ours it is a guarantee, we're going through covid and I was pregnant when there was an epidemics of a virus that caused deformities to the babies, which was absolutely terrifying), and they would be afraid of the pregnancy and what it could do to Malia's abilities to defend herself, and they would also fear of the risks of delivering a baby without access to health care and then losing the kid to the dangers (Malia would definitely do pros and cons lists most to convince herself it was a terrible idea)... but with time... and in here it's after the second surge, the idea would be so irresistible that it surpasses the fear. And they know some things can't be postponed because maybe they won't have a second chance... and they jump at the opportunity, to have a baby, to have a family like they wished.

And you're absolutely right. There is a MC/ OC perfect for each of the LIs in this book. They are some of the most interesting LIs in a Choices book in a long while, and their world gives us so much opportunities to create interesting narratives.

OMG! How lovely is that thought! I'll take that as the highest compliment that you wish Malia and Troy to double date with Zoe and Eli, because they are an awesome couple ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for reading, reblogging and leaving your feedback!

The Next Chapter (Wake the Dead - Troy Hassan x MC)

Book: Wake the Dead

Pairing: Troy Hassan x Malia Jones

Characters: Malia Jones (MC), Troy Hassan, Shannon Fox, May.

Rating: M (see notes bellow)

Word count: ~3.900

Summary: After the colonies survive the second surge, Malia and Troy make a hard choice, but one they are not going to regret. On the contrary.

Notes:

English is not my first language;

Characters belong to Pixelberry, except OC;

I don't know if we learn how old May is in the book, but I HC she's around 6/7yo, so she's 13/14yo in this story;

This fic was inspired by an ask from a lovely anonymous reader and is my submission to @choicesdecember2022 - day 7 - Question…? | kiss | middle of the night (thanks for hosting it @peonierose);

Trigger Warning: pregnancy; mentions of miscarriage; mentions of zombies; mention of a minor character death; non-descriptive mentions of medical procedure; kissing and make out; language; readers discretion advised;

The events from this fic take place 7 years after the end of the book.

“Sorry! You want me to do what?” The chair squeaked when Shannon abruptly turned around to face Malia in that small improvised space that functions both as hospital and lab, where she spends most of the hours of her days.

Fighting a laughter, Malia repeated slowly, “To remove the implant.”

The other’s gaze darted to her face, while her brain was possibly searching for any rational explanation for such an odd request. Her voice dropped to a whisper, despite the fact nobody was around, “Why? Are you experiencing pain? If you are, we can run some tests.”

This time Malia didn’t hold the laughter, remembering some of the weirdest conversations of her entire life – which is quite an accomplishment considering her frequent visits to the lab to assist on Shannon's research on drones, and the autopsies of the weirdest specimens they got ahold of that she assisted.

“Right now, no pain. But if those ladies at weaving mill were not trying to scare me, I can expect a lot of pain in my future.”

Shannon’s eyes widened and she stared in confusion. For the past eight years, since Malia broke that glass window to rescue the scientist, their friendship bloomed, they taught one another, shared secrets and had each other’s backs countless times... However, even after all these years – or because of them –, Malia wasn’t able to teach her dear friend to relax and not assume any minor complaint or request from her might hide a terrible illness that will leave her all alone again – no matter how many times she assured her even if she were gone, the colony has plenty of people who care for her. There was no time to revisit the subject now and the other's jaw tensing that much wasn't fun to watch.

Malia decided to cut her some slack and go straight to the point, “I want a baby.”

“Oh!” Shannon’s deep brown eyes widened and it was almost possible to hear the engines turning inside her head.

“You can do it, right?” she pressed, eager for a confirmation.

“Of course. It’s supposed to be a simple procedure: a small incision to remove it from under your skin and two stitches to close it.”

“Great! You’re free to do it now, right?” Malia clapped her hands and proceeded to remove her t-shirt, already knowing nobody else was coming for the doctor this time of the day.

“Don’t you have questions before we start?”

Malia shook her head, already picturing the three kids she and Troy talk about during late night shifts on watch or long trips to explore the cities they get their supplies from. He even suggested some names if they were all boys; she still hasn’t figured out why the names Huey, Dewey, and Louie are so hilarious and make him bend over with laughter.

“Are you aware of the aftereffects? Once you remove the implant, the hormonal doses will cease, and your body will go through changes. You’ll experience menstrual periods, for instance. There are reports of immensely painful experiences and some conditions that might require painkillers and medical attention.”

“Again, the mill ladies made sure to share all the gross details. So, you can check that box,” she said pointing at the clipboard over the desk where Shannon writes down information about the patients and keeps a checklist that makes her less anxious about forgetting important information she must tell the patients before actually doing any procedure. Unless it is emergency care, she believes people should have a saying on their treatment and information makes people less scared of what they will be facing.

Malia knows by heart that speech that justifies her caution. Shannon is a scientist, but necessity turned her into basically a one-woman medical team, fortunately an excellent and empathetic one, and the perfect professor to train others to deal with healthcare in the colonies.

Taking a deep breath, Shannon put the pen down and got up.

“Alright. If you already researched the side effects and are sure... We can start.”

Walking to a corner of the room, she soaped and scrubbed her hands. The scent of the sanitizer reached Malia’s nostrils, already seated at the edge of the gurney.

“It might take weeks for the hormonal levels in your body regulate,” Shannon’s words were punctuated by the light clinking of metallic items, while she fished them from a drawer. “I can run some tests in the meantime.”

“Only if you swear not to treat me like your drones...” Malia joked, and the other shoulders shook with a quiet laugh while she prepared the instruments.

“Next time, I’ll go with you and Troy to that library you mentioned. I need to research some medical books so I can know exactly the required hormonal levels, and how to keep the embryo viable until the insemination.”

“The what?”

“Embryo is the technical term for the fertilized egg that will become your baby. Or babies. Because of the odds we must implant at least two or three.” Shannon smiled to herself with the idea and turned around to face her and continued the explanation.

Now it was Malia’s turn to get confused.

“I’ll need to run some tests on Troy too, assuming he will be the donor.”

“Donor? Oh! Wait!” Malia waved her hands, finally recovering her ability to speak. “No need to help us in that whole conceiving part, we’re doing this Old-World style.”

The other’s eyebrows raised momentarily, and she took a deep breath, letting the information sink in. “So, I suppose my help won’t be necessary then...”

“If all I heard is true, I’m sure I’ll need a lot of help from you. Specially with the actual giving birth part. No way in hell I’m pushing a watermelon-sized baby through my vagina while sober. So, you better come up with a lot of drugs. And I’m talking about drugs potent enough to knock down a horse, darling!”

They laughed together and Shannon asked Malia to lie still, while she filled a syringe with the content of a small vial.

“Maly, I will do all I can to help you. I’ll research the best birthing methods. We’ll have months to prepare. Don’t worry.”

Shannon averted her gaze and took the syringe.

“If you get pregnant.” She paused and focused on cleansing her hands with sanitizer. “At the lab I saw the rates and the reasons in vitro fertilization was the chosen method to all births in the facilities. Besides the lower rates, there are higher chances of malformation and spontaneous abortion during the first weeks and –”

Malia sat up and rested a hand on her shoulder interrupting her speech.

“We’ll take our chance. You and I were conceived the old way and we turned out alright, didn’t we? Well, you more than alright, considering that you combine a genius brain with that face of yours!”

A giddy giggle escaped her lips and a smile rounded Shannon’s reddened cheeks, and she resumed the tasks. Using ice to numb and an almost insignificant fraction of a dose of anesthetic despite Malia’s protest to not spend precious resource on her.

“I’m used to pain.”

“We have enough, don’t worry,” Shannon said, holding the syringe. “You’re not scared?”

“About that huge knife you’ve got over there? Definitely!”

“Scalpel. And that’s the smallest...” she smiled softly. “And you know what I mean...”

“I’m terrified!” A chuckle rumbled in her chest. “But in a good way. Troy and I want this so much. We have talked about having a baby for years... We barely survived the first surge... But what we learned about the hives and how to get rid of them before the surge. All things considered, the second one was way smoother and I have hope things are getting back on track. There are fewer hordes now, the scouts from every colony reported; and some days are so quiet that you can almost hear the world healing. I believe one day zombies will go back to being scary tales people use to trick children into eating their veggies.”

Shannon nodded.

“The night before the surge we talked about this... And decided it was time. I turned thirty-three last month and the colony is stable. I think I could take some time to lay low without letting people down...”

“You never let anybody down.”

“You know what I mean...”

“And you can count on us.”

“I know. I can already imagine you guys helping us out. Aunt Shannon will teach the baby all the cool science stuff –”

“Aunt Shannon? I like the sound of that!”

“– and Uncle Eli will craft a tiny bow and arrow and make little charts and our baby will have the neatest crib around... And we’ll keep an eye on cool aunt Angel, so she won’t teach them how to blow things up before they are old enough... Like five or six.”

They both chuckled, and Shannon smiled thoughtfully.

“And May will be the greatest big sister...”

“She will.”

“Have you told her?”

Malia’s eyes squinted, and Shannon couldn’t tell if it was from physical pain or stirred by her question.

“We better wait till we’re sure... I don’t want to hype her and then... let her down again. She’s not being herself since Feather passed away...”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything about the rates...”

“Hey! I’m a newbie in this whole pregnancy thing... and there ain’t a lot of reliable sources... so I need you to be honest with me. Promise?”

Malia offered the pinkie finger and Shannon linked hers.

“Always.”

The soft clink of the small device when it fell into the metallic tray marked the beginning of a new unfamiliar chapter of her life. But Malia hoped it would be the best yet.

Lying on the grass side by side, Troy and May were in identical positions: arms bent, hands pillowing their heads, long legs stretched, and eyes focused on the blue sky above.

When did they become so alike?

Faces bathed by the soft golden glow, their eyes followed the clouds turning shades of orange and pink; fingers pointing while they probably guessed the forms, they resembled, a game the trio often plays together.

Like the apple trees in the new orchard, may grew taller last spring. The roundness of her face, immortalized in the drawing Malia hung on their cabin wall, had disappeared, and her voice lost the honeyed childlike melody, becoming hoarser. She’s growing up into a sweet troublemaker teen that still hangs with her adoptive parents, loves storytelling – Troy has most of her favorite tales and anecdotes –, gets excited with little things like new blooms each spring, making flower crowns and riding horses, but also carries too many scars in her young soul but somehow she never lets the sadness drown the happiness glowing in her eyes.

With a spring on her step, Malia crossed the remaining distance and knelt in the small gap between them. First, she kissed the girl’s forehead, who smiled, then turned around to gently press a kiss to Troy’s shapely lips. However, the man had other plans. Encircling her shoulders with his free arm, he pulled her down, turning the sweet gentle peck into a passionate kiss. Maybe too passionate to be given in public. But he always has a little trouble following etiquette when it comes to Malia.

“Gross!” May cried and covered her eyes with one arm. “Get a room!”

“Why is she sounding like Angel?” Malia whispered.

“I have asked myself the same. It’s either one of those Freaky Friday’s situation and we’re parenting a thirty-year-old woman with an unhealthy kink of blowing stuff up or this is a bad case of teenager...”

“Hey! I can hear you!”

“Good! It means your hearing is fine. Keep it like that!”

They laughed and May rolled her eyes for good measure, but a small barely there smile pulled at the corners of her lips. A hint the little girl still lives inside the 5’3 teenager.

“So...” Troy’s gaze and undivided interest returned to Malia. “Did you do it? Is it gone?”

Malia pressed a finger to his lips and with a nod signalled May’s presence, and discreetly raised a thumb in a positive sign.

“Then what are we waiting for?” he asked already pulling himself up in a swift motion.

Despite knowing it was impossible to get pregnant this soon, Malia laughed at his excitement, and allowed him to hold he held her hands to pull her up. Nobody knows when the apparently peaceful day can turn into a nightmare, and she shouldn’t pass the opportunity to just be happy, silly and hopeful – and let him fuck her brains out.

“Hey! Where are you going?” May cried, and they whirled around giggling.

“Getting a room!” Troy replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Eww! I’m a child! I don’t need to know that!”

“But you asked!” 

“Can I stay with Angel and Luna tonight?”  

“Sure, sweetie,” Malia said. “Don’t forget the rules!”

“Brush my teeth, keep it down and don’t blow things up – unless absolutely necessary.”

“Love you!” Troy and Malia cried back in unison and blew her a kiss.

Giggling like mischievous children , they darted towards the small cabin holding each other's hands.

While they sprinted through the field, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of honeysuckles blew through the taller grass blades creating green waves.

Life is good, Malia read in Troy’s eyes the same thought that crossed her mind.

Before the door closed behind them, Troy’s hot mouth was already on Malia’s neck, sucking on her skin.

“Eager much?”

“Don’t shame me for being a hundred percent devoted to a cause,” he whispered into her ear and nibbled at the earlobe. “Pants down.”

“So bossy.” She laughed while kicking the sneakers off her feet. His white t-shirt joined them on the floor.

“I’ll make you come and put a baby in your belly.”

His bare chest pressed against her back while his hands explored his favorite curves on her body.

“Hey, careful,” she said while moving his hand away from the bandage on her lower abdomen and up to the curve of one breast.

“Sorry,” he breathed and promptly used said hand to grab her breast over her clothes, while the other fiddled with the buttons of her denim pants. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No worries. I’ll be patient,” he whispered against her neck. “We won’t leave that room until there’s a baby in the oven.”

“Don’t you dare!” She crashed her lips to his in a passionate kiss and pushed him towards the bedroom.

While they blindly moved together, she pulled away from the kiss momentarily. “Shannon said we have to be patient. It can take a while for my body to be ready.”

“What?” she asked in shock, and he placed a hand over her stomach.

“This oven. Old World slang.”

“That’s creep.”

“I like the analogy.”

“Anyway. If I can get pregnant. Shannon will run some tests to be sure...”

He spun her and pressed her back against the wall. “Good luck to not end up like one of those corpses in the lab.” He chuckled pulling her t-shirt over her head, and kissed his way down her neck to the valley between her breasts.

“Don’t think for a moment she won’t poke you too.”

“Why?” He raised his face and looked up. His eyebrows knitted together so closely, that scrunched his forehead. “Didn’t you tell her we’re doing this Old-World style?”

“I did, but she wants to help.”

“Well, she can always join us. I won’t kick her out of the bed...”

She glared and punched his bare shoulder.

“Hey! What’s that for?”

“For being the wrong kind of horny now!”

“It’s a joke!” he chuckled. Hands on the curve of her lower back, he pulled her close, but she playfully shoved him away. Pretending not to be eager to see the rest of his clothes joining the growing pile of discarded ones on the floor. “You love my horniness. It’s my best feature!”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

It’s so not.

There’s so much she loves about him, but she won’t inflate his ego any more.

“Are you forgetting I was the one who suggested being exclusive?”

“You were jealous of how many people worshipped me...”

“I’m so not the possessive type –” He moved closer and in one swift motion his hands slid inside her jeans and underneath her panties and firmly palmed her ass. Malia shivered and let him pull her closer again to whisper in her ear. “– And you know you are the one and only for me, Maly.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“Do you now?” she teased.

“When have I not?” He kissed one cheek and then the other. “I loved you before I knew what love was...”

She inhaled deeply and allowed his lips to trace the curve of her neck, and her heart fluttered.

Malia and Troy aren’t fluent in feelings. They won’t compose songs or deliver long speeches about their undying love. But whenever they do talk about their feelings, they mean it. They mean everything to each other.

“I love you too,” she whispered against his black hair, while holding him tighter. Her heart so full of love. “Let’s make some cute babies!”

“Don’t ask me twice,” he said pulling her legs up to encircle his bare waist, and kicked the door closed. “In the blink of an eye, we’ll have a trio of loud kids quacking around our home!”

He laughed and stared at her smiling but unknowingly expression while he carried her to the bed.

“Seriously?”

“Excuse me?”

“I can’t believe you still didn’t get it.”

“Can I hold him now?” May’s voice came as the softest whisper as if scared not only to wake up the baby but disturb the order of the entire universe. “Please?”

Her pleading drew Malia’s attention away from the baby in her arms.

For the past several minutes she has been practically hypnotized by him quietly sleeping in her arms, oblivious to the two sitting on the bed at each of her sides, welcoming the baby into their little loving awkward family. There were so many emotions in her eyes and face that shone despite the weak flame from the only small lamp Troy put beside the bed.

Nodding, Malia passed the baby to the eager arms and helped May hold him steadily.

She didn’t need to tell her to be gentle, because she touched him as one of the delicate seedlings she cultivates. Her fingers ran through the black and thick hair that looks almost like a wig on the top of his little head, and gently stroked the side of his face, drawing them along his chubby cheeks. His lips drew together like he was ready to have another go at his mother’s breasts for another dose of milk, but his eyes remained closed shut, and a serene expression returned to his face as he continues to sleep.

Malia and Troy shared an affectionate look and he leaned his head on her shoulder and rested his hand over hers.

“You should be resting. Doc’s orders,” Troy whispered. “I can take him to the crib and keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll help,” May offered.

“Five more minutes.”

“You said that half an hour ago...”

“How do you expect me to sleep now that he’s finally here?”

“You’ll regret it when you’re low batt and a parade of visitors come to meet the baby first thing in the morning...”

“Another reason I can’t sleep: we have to name him.”

“What about Huey?” Troy could barely stifle his laughter with the back of his hand.

“We’re not naming our son after a cartoon duck!” Malia snorted, and this was definitely the reaction he was expecting all-along.

“Took your sweet time to figure it out!”

“Not all of us are obsessed with Old World’s stuff..."

“That’s called culture.”

May shushed them and they smiled.

“Any suggestion?” Malia whispered.

“I like Cedar,” May said, “and Knox.”

“Knox,” he said and hummed in consideration. “I like it. But don’t you think he looks like a Neo?”

“Neo means new,” May said softly, “And he is the first baby to be born in the new colony. Very symbolic.”

“And it’s the name of that cool guy with shades who got out of the Matrix to save the world.”

“Hero name. Rad!”

“Isn’t it too much pressure to a little baby?” Malia pondered.

“Our baby is destined to do great things,” he said softly. “Also, it’ a short name. If he turns out to be dumb, he won’t have a problem learning it.”

“Man! That’s so mean!” Malia elbowed him. “How can you say that about our baby?”

Laughing, he held her hand. “It’s a joke. How can he not be awesome if you made him yourself?”

“We made him.”

She leaned her head over his, and asked softly, “Do we all agree with Neo?”

“It’s not as great as Cedar... But I like it.”

Birds chirped and through the window shutters warm spots of sunrise peppered the opposite wall.

Breathing quietly in her sleep, May’s long dishevelled hair had fallen over and covered her face. Malia’s fingers pulled them back and after pressing the softest kiss to her temple, she rolled over, getting out of the bed. The painkillers were wearing off and she desperately needed to pee. After taking care of both needs, she found the crib empty.

In the other room, where they do basically every other activity that is not sleeping – and making cute babies –, Troy was sitting on the improvised couch which was basically an old mattress over a wooden structure covered with throwing pillows and a nice quilted blanket she and Eli made on their spare time two winters ago.

Eyes closed, Troy covered his shoulders with the blanket and held the sleeping baby against his chest.

Malia leaned against the wall and smiled at the scene.

“Why are you up?” he asked without opening his eyes. “I got it covered.”

“I know. I was just appreciating the view. Never imagined you could look hotter,” she teased.

The man’s eyes fluttered open, and his smirk turned into a full grin, “Haven’t you heard? Being an awesome father is the new sexy.”

“Definitely,” she said sitting beside him carefully to not disturb the baby’s rest.

“Have you got any sleep?”

“Sleep is overrated.”

Troy rested his head against hers, and asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted. Sore. Happy. Like a badass for delivering this awesome baby... 75% amazing, 24% tired and 1% terrified it’s a dream...”

“It’s 100% real.”

“Hmmm... That is exactly what Dream Troy would say...”

He chuckled and raised his head to meet her eyes.

“What can Real Troy do to convince you it’s all true?”

Malia smiled, and her gaze moved from his affectionate brown eyes to the baby in his arms, lightly wheezing in his sleep. It has just been a few hours, but her heart is so full of love for this child and this urge to protect him. How can it be so?

“Real Troy can give my beautiful baby back so I can smell his head again... and nurse him. That would be great.”

Smiling, Troy leaned and let Malia carefully take Neo from his arms. The baby yawned and his eyelashes fluttered but his eyes remained closed. Malia sniffed the top of his head and smiled, before offering one nipple that was readily taken by an eager and tiny toothless mouth.

“Anything else, mama bear?”

“You can kiss me and get some sleep.”

Troy kissed her lips but didn’t go to bed. He fell asleep leaning over her shoulder, and Malia closed her eyes too, enjoying this happiness.

Sometimes this world isn't shitty, sometimes life is good. Just like now.

[thee-achilles]

🍬. | astrology observations & drabbles.

💥. | these are only observations i have made. please take them with a grain of salt. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR POST ANYWHERE ELSE. if there is anything you’d like to add, let me know! <3 |💥

🍬. | made by a libra sun, libra rising, and leo moon. :)

🧞cancer moon natives have special connections to their grandmothers. my brother and cousin have cancer moons and they speak so highly of their grandmothers and love them very much.

🧞mars square moon vs. the need to throw something when angry 😀 like calm down, honey, the world isn’t ending because you lost your favorite pencil 😀 (this is particularly a callout. shhhh.)

🧞not an observation, but i love gemini moons. heavily makeout with me under red led lights you absolute bafoons.

🧞libra placements are SO GOOD at playing dumb. too good. especially with our airhead stereotype?? come on, y’all. use it to your advantage, or don’t use her at all. 🙄 #girlboss or something idk.

🧞if someone’s jupiter is the same sign as your venus or vice versa, prepare to be spoiled. 🙄 it’s most likely as a “i got this because it reminded me of you” type spoil. gift giving is a love language with this aspect.

🧞pisces placements and their infatuation with the color purple. i have not met one pisces placement who does not absolutely adore the color purple.

🧞harsh jupiter-sun/asc. aspects may have been put down for showing their happiness/telling people about their accomplishments. they develop a tough shell at an earlier age. people may have thought that they were bragging or being arrogant for talking about what caused their happiness. :(

🧞while moon in 11H may be into activism, they have to learn to not be TOO involved with it. by “too involved,” i mean like neglecting their emotional well-being for their community. you can be mad. you can be angry. you can WANT to fight, but just PUHLEASE take care of yourself, and don’t put all of your well-being into it.

also, moon in 11H, don’t become emotionally attached to your opinions. others have differing views that are bound to come up.

🧞6H stelliums may have been late bloomers and if they have lilith in the 11H, they were most likely bullied for it.

🧞moving from that sad stuff, virgo & aquarius placements have amazing hairlines. that bitch never moves. she is cemented. she is the moment.

🧞venus in the 4H 🤝 “just chilling” as a love language. GOD they are SO respectful and they put your needs before theirs?? they don’t need to do that all the time, but they’re so considerate. the boyf has this placement, and his venus is in taurus too. :) (HOW IS HE SO HOT... AND RESPECTFUL-)

🧞venus/moon in the 9H may like listening to music in other languages! french and japanese are big ones i’ve noticed. :)

piggybacking off of this, they may also like “old timey” music like crooners, soft jazz, etc. they have such a charming music taste.

🧞children with both cardinal suns and a cardinal moon are SO BOSSY BAHAHAHA i was with my libra sun, cancer moon three-year-old cousin and he was telling me what to do while i was making him his lunch. like.. boy if you know how to do it, why not do it yourself, damn. 🙄😒

🧞leo placements and the irresistible, pulsating, primal urge to have a heated makeout session with each and every one of their besties. but, “bestie vibes only‼️😜”

🧞sagittarius risings are the hardest to point out- at least physically. i’m surrounded by so many and ???? i literally wouldn’t have guessed ???? also most that i’ve met have had a pisces sun, and a few with a virgo sun. y’all are mad sexy.

🧞capricorn moons are so??? OH MY GOD. love them. they’re the manifestation of perfection. they give such amazing advice, they’re amazing friends, they’re amazing beautiful, they’re just amazing. cap moons, please know how amazing you are. tell it to yourself in the mirror RIGHT NOW. 🤬‼️💪😾💥🥊

🧞pisces placements aren’t all about feet, guys. 😐 society 🙄 putting them into a box 😒‼️ anyways, further pushing them into that stupid little box, a lot of pisces placements i’ve met get feet injuries uber easily. like cramps, weird toe injuries and such.

they also may hate feet and obsess over cleaning them?? my brother won’t even let my put my feet on his bed without a proper shower. 😐 love you, pisces/5H stellium big bro. 💪😻

🧞 mercury in rx are SUCH GREAT ACTORS and singers too! they’re voice is soothing and just really great at tapping and channeling that mercury power. bonus if they have a prominent moon/venus. :)

🧞gemini, virgo, pisces, aquarius, and sagittarius placements are all BALLERS at chemistry.

🧞aries placements are stupid good at algebraic math.

🧞jupiter dominants have such pretty eyes :)

🧞(#103)asteroid hera in the 1H gives you SUCH a glow omg.

🧞pisces placements also have such weird births, too. y’all just gotta be born on that extra day of a leap year or be born 20+ days late 🙄 was the womb truly that comfy? 🤨⁉️ come on out, you’ll only sell your soul to the government for all eternity. 😈

on second thought, maybe they know where it’s at. i would’ve stayed in too if i knew i’d be procrastinating my SAT vocab essay right now. 😻

🍬. | solar return shit <3.

🦹🏻‍♀️okay y’all. we know the 2H rules finances, and stelliums there indicate financial struggle, however i’ve noticed that 2H prominence also could indicate a divorce in a SR chart. and with malefic planets in partnership houses too? oh, buddy.

🦹🏻‍♀️having a sagittarius asc in a SR chart could indicate travel.

🦹🏻‍♀️branching off that, jupiter dominance could indicate travel as well. jupiter in the 3H is more shorter distance travel and jupiter 9H is more longer distance travel. you could feel really busy with these placements, too.

🦹🏻‍♀️uranus in the 9H (if well aspected) is like “all of a sudden” getting super good at school. like you start understanding more and getting better grades. your public image in school changes too.

🦹🏻‍♀️my brother’s SR chart has his moon at 5°, his mars at 29° and his jupiter at 17° with his uranus in the 5H.🧍 his asc is also at 0°. truly the coolest SR chart i’ve seen.

🦹🏻‍♀️12H stellium?? in SR chart?? have fun going within yourself :) the divine is also heavily with you. you could be looking into your ancestors or looking to practice something esoteric.

🦹🏻‍♀️(#55555) asteroid DNA conj. IC could indicate a pregnancy/pregnancy scares. 👦 (my my isn’t it the consequences of your own actions-)

there y’all go. a first post. i put my whole anus in this, so i hope you lovely souls enjoyed. stream red (taylor’s version) and anything by fka twigs. until next time. 😈 (don’t steal my shit.)

©thee-achilles 2021