#scars are a drama to me....

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

WOE, RATS BE UPON YE!!

more Ruju doodles because I lost control of my hands, oops

this time, featuring a later snapshot from Ruju's Commander timeline: set around the time of Secrets of the Obscure and Janthir Wilds, he's now even farther off model than he already was!!

and now some obligatory (non-spoiler) ratmander lore-dumping under the cut:

characterization notes as The Commander™

slowly comes into his own over the years, with his softer side finally showing itself mainly when Aurene chooses him

this rat was the softest little guy wherever she was concerned

no seriously he was almost as clingy with her as she was

Caithe was the serious parent he was the fun uncle/big bro

he used to race her up the jumping puzzle in the egg room

largely wanted her to get to have the childhood he never did

he still play-wrestled with her even once she was 1000x his size

his bond to Aurene helps stabilize his magic significantly

there is an inverted bell-curve of 'respect for the Commander' based on how much experience one has with him

step 1: celebrity hero. step 2: violently insane. step 3: ok yes he's insane but also thank every divinity he's on OUR side

actually did NOT get along with Gorrik at first. he is a grade A projector and also distrusts anyone Inquest immediately

Gorrik being enamored by the murderous beetles did not help.

(that entomologist almost wound up in the sea. oops)

after multiple interventions and a few sincere heart-to-hearts though he's become EXTREMELY protective of the guy

similarly protective of Taimi, though he teases her back too

genuinely struggles to keep track of things. he writes out the canon story journal in a small notebook to help with that

miscellaneous other details you didn't ask for

consistently chooses ferocity-aligned dialogue options even and especially when he has absolutely no good reason to do so

do not pick him up. do not pick him up. do not pick him up.

if he allows you to carry him either he really really likes you or he's pretty sure he'd serve a prison sentence for biting you

acts very big and tough but is a total softie deep down

no seriously if you hug him he might actually cry

(he'll claim it's just something in his eye though)

had some crushes in college and fumbled every single one

50/50 shot of whether the rats he picked on were just easy targets or if he liked them and was trying really hard to cover it up

(if he ever met them again he might actually burst into flames)

incapable of sleeping in normal positions. also snores LOUDLY

puts bloodstone dust on ALL his food. Oxbone would be proud

also makes his own food EXTREMELY spicy when he can

dw he won't put that on yours though. he's not THAT mean

originally got into cooking as a method of training his fire magic

LOVES to put on a big show with it if he has guests, too, complete with all sorts of fancy knife tricks. you get The Works

his ADHD hyperfixation is knives/cutlery. he has told no one this

constant motion/fidgeting, can't keep still. foot tapping, scratching, claw biting, pacing, etc are all very common

[t4tduncney]

woah. tdstuck be upon yee

homophobic transsexual Vs transphobic homosexual fight to the death (joke 🤤)

here’s the hemospectrum list which is the only thing i’m comfortable sharing

yeah alejandros name is just. alejandro. used to be just jandro but that made me feel ILL it felt so wrong. maybe he’s the solluxander……. sigh

[variousqueerthings]

finished reading "tell me I'm worthless," which was an interesting experience. I think there's something really good for you in your soul to be able to understand the genre conventions you're in and the kinds of structures and language and character that can be explored in these genres. I think about how people tend to -- with fiction about marginalisation and/or about people who are marginalised as a blanket whole, regardless of the story -- operate on a checklist of dos and donts, but mainly donts: don't ever tell us a deadname, don't ever use these "problematic" words to describe them/or have them describe themselves in this way, don't ever describe negative emotions or "problematic" emotions, don't let the characters have harmful traits (either towards themselves or others), don't hurt your characters at all actually, don't make your characters politically uncomfortable or "problematically" complicated in their political outlook and/or journey, don't make your characters be assholes ever, certainly don't traumatise your characters, and under no circumstance do you kill your characters!

which of course, this book does praaaactically every one of these things, thank goodness

[atlasblue85]

was talking about fandom with @skeletonalley and she wanted to know about the drama i was involved in Back In The Day and it's far too much to put in a chat so here's a post about some of it that I remember. It also got way too long for just this post so it's going behind a cut.

I'll be using initials rather than full names, not that I think any of these people are likely to see this at all but still.

Some background - I got into the H*rry P*tter fandom in 2006 when I was 14, the summer before my freshman year of high school. It started from a trivia website that I was involved in (yes really) and from there I discovered the Chamber of Secrets forum, which was the forum partner of mugglenet, one of the biggest HP sites online. (Always second to the Leaky Cauldron site & forum, a sore point for many of us MN/CoS loyalists.)

Two important pieces of background info on CoS - there were parts of the forum that were for discussion, and parts that were more for fun, and I was heavily active in both. I'll come back to some of that in a bit, but the other main point here is once you made 300 posts in the discussion parts of the forum, aka the more serious side of things, you would reach your "third year" and get the chance to join Hogsmeade, which was a locked area of the forum that had a much more close-knit community.

Going back to the "fun" areas of the forum, as I remember, there was an area/thread that was essentially for just... whatever. Talking about your life, other fandoms, anything that wasn't related to HP. At some point I became a regular in that area, and made a few friends, the most significant of whom were G, J, and (A) - distinct from A who will show up later. G and J were a year or so younger than me, as I recall, and (A) was a couple years older, and we were all pretty close. We exchanged phone numbers and I talked to all of them on the phone multiple times over the months. Tried to hide it from my parents but I'm sure they knew what was going on. G and J often just talked about school and friends, like any teens would, but (A), who was 18 or 19 and lived out west, complained often about her overbearing parents who she hated still living with, but college never worked out so she had no other choice. G attempted at one point to get us all to join an RP forum he made where we were all professors and students. It did not survive, unsurprisingly. But we were having fun.

Then, a few months after I became heavily active there and became friends with them, I reached the threshold to get admitted to Hogsmeade. This was early-mid 2007, before the final book came out. I was the only one of our group who made it there, because the others spent more time in just the fun areas than the discussion areas. At some point in there also, (A) disappeared, and we never knew what happened to her.

Like I said before, Hogsmeade was a pretty tight-knit community. Not everyone who gained access was active in it, but those of us who were were all fairly close, though as with anything there were definitely different cliques/groups. For whatever reason, I was able to straddle that line, and was close friends with everyone. Some people who will be important later: on one side, my group of friends who would watch Dr Who together every week even though it was always 4am for someone - these were N, H, C and R; on the other side A, M, L and LC. There were a LOT more people, but these are the ones who were most important to me.

Another important thing to know about the internet back then is that you could not post photos directly on websites like forums and livejournal, which we were also all active on. You had to host them elsewhere, most often imgur or something similar, and then use html to embed them wherever else.

Now L, she joined Hogsmeade shortly after me, and she was something of an anomaly. She had joined the site only a few months before, and while it took most people close to a year to reach third year, she did it insanely quickly. Not that that really mattered, as long as your posts were productive and not spam just to hit 300, no one really cared how fast it happened. She was, however, something of a wild card. She had a crazy life. She was from Nevada but had moved to the PNW shortly after we all got to know her, Seattle or Portland or something. She met a guy and he was constantly sending her flowers at work and taking her on extravagant dates and eventually she got engaged. Kind of a whirlwind but she was excited so we were all happy for her. Another thing to note - around this time the second Narnia movie came out, Prince Caspian, and L was obsessed with Ben Barnes. Anyway, a short while after the whole thing with the guy in Seattle or wherever, something happened. I don't remember what, but out of nowhere she's moving to London and the guy is seemingly no longer in the picture. Shit happens, we consoled her. Then, wouldn't you know it, her neighbor in London turned out to be a relative of Ben Barnes! His grandma or aunt or great aunt, something like that, and she was going to introduce L to him! And then she did! L met her celebrity crush and he liked her!

It was around this time that A and I started to get suspicious. What did ever happen with the fiance? And wasn't it just crazy coincidence that she happened, in all of London, to move next door to Ben Barnes' relative? There were other things that we were suspicious of, like the times she would post at, but she said she had a job that had odd hours, and why would we question that. Except we did.

So we started digging. We went and read through a ton of her posts, looking for clues. We took screenshots of things that didn't add up, or that we just felt were somehow off. Remember that thing about needing to host images elsewhere? The thing about that was that by looking at the html code, someone could follow the image back to your account on the image hosting site, even if you didn't embed the image in such a way that it would directly link. I found an image L had posted and followed it back to her imgur account, and dug through the entire thing, pages and pages of shit. Toward the end, I found art and screenshots of dress-up dolls of supposedly an OC of hers. They were all named (A). Now, this whole time, L's name was a derivative of (A), but they're both pretty common names so it's not something that would generally make you think twice. Not until you're already suspicious.

I did more digging. (A) had deleted her account entirely, if I remember right, but her old posts were still visible as ghosts. L created her account and started posting less than a week after (A) disappeared. And that's when I remembered - I still had (A)'s phone number. The area code? Nevada, specifically the Vegas area, which is exactly where L said she was from.

There might be more evidence that I'm forgetting now, it's been over 15 years, but eventually we had gathered enough that it was pretty clear that (A) and L were the same person. We sent all our evidence to the forum moderators, and also posted about it on LiveJournal for everyone else who knew her to see. The moderators contacted her about it, and though she wouldn't admit to anything, and she hadn't *technically* broken any forum rules so they couldn't ban her, she stopped posting after that and we never really saw or heard from her again.

We never were able to figure out if any of what she said was true, but being as I was the closest person to her from when she was (A), I suspect not. She was definitely from the Vegas area, and she definitely had overbearing parents, and I think that's what spurred all of this. L was essentially a long form RP of her dream life. I don't think she ever worked in an office (L had some sort of associate's degree I think, but (A) never finished college), nor do I believe she ever lived anywhere but Nevada. I was 16 at the time, and she was just enough older than me that I thought she was at an age where someone was an Adult with Life Figured Out, and I didn't understand why she did all of it. Now I am in my 30s and recognize that she was just a lonely child unsatisfied with her life.

I was pretty upset by it all but things settled down after a while and we all moved on. And then the Big Drama happened.

Like all large forums, CoS had different levels of moderator. There were 2 Big Guys, the original owners of the site who were honestly rarely around, whose usernames showed up in red. There might have been another level in there, but the lowest ring of Important Person was just a regular old Mod, whose names showed up in blue. These mods couldn't ban anyone, but they were each assigned areas of the site to keep an eye on, and they could give warnings and escalate things to the higher ups as needed. You had to be a Hogsmeade member to have any chance of becoming a mod, and "promotions" were done a couple times a year, as the forum grew or if people wanted to "retire." Who became a mod was chosen by the existing mods, with finally approval coming from the Big Guys. Like with any community, on- or offline, the people who were closer to the existing Powers That Be were more likely to get picked.

Sometime in 2008, maybe 09 but it's all hazy now, they announced a new batch of Mods. Chaos ensued. N, with whom I was especially close, had been chosen as a mod. I was thrilled for her, and she was excited to take on the position. I think she was around 20 at the time, making her one of the younger mods, but she was very involved and well-liked around the site, so I thought it made perfect sense.

Not everyone thought so. LC, who was a couple years older, was incensed that she was not chosen to be a mod. A and M sided with her. She was a military wife and mom of 2 and was therefore used to Dealing With Things and thus would make a perfect mod, so their logic went. Never mind that an oft-single mother of 2 kids under 5 shouldn't necessarily have the time to be moderating a forum, but whatever.

There was a huge blow up, with LC on one side, A and M acting as her minions, and N, H, C and R plus many others on the other side. And of course 17 year old me, the youngest of everyone on both sides, caught in the middle. LC and crew were basically accusing the Mods of favoritism, saying that they only picked N over her because N was closer to them, even though LC was obviously the better choice. It didn't help that it was really only the 3 of them on that side vs. pretty much everyone else that was part of the larger friend group/Hogsmeade community. Even people who were only tangentially involved or aware picked N's side, mostly because they knew her because, for all of LC's posturing, she wasn't actually *that* involved.

While I was getting a constant earful from LC, A and M, I was also getting background info from N + older mods that I was trying to tactfully deploy to smooth things over. Essentially though, it was made clear to some of us on N's side that LC's name never even came up as a potential mod. (I was told that even MY name came up, and that everyone thought I would make a great mod, but I was still just a little young. I think if the forum had stayed more active and I had stayed more involved, I probably would have been eventually.) Additionally, a lot of people, N included, didn't understand why LC singled out N as the reason she wasn't made a mod, because there were several people who were promoted at the same time but all her vitriol was targeted only at N. Perhaps it was because N was younger than her, or more popular, but whatever the reason, she was done.

Eventually, LC flounced. An ancient fandom term (like BNF) that isn't used anymore, but was common back then for someone making a big, dramatic exit from a fandom community. A and M threatened to leave, as well. They might have even done so for a bit, though I was still friends with all 3 of them on both LJ and FB, so I don't remember for sure.

I feel like the community was never quite the same after that. The final book had already come out and even though there were still a few more movies to be released, by late 2009 and into 2010, the forum became more and more of a ghost town. Most of us moved to LJ, and I managed to find new fandom drama to get embroiled in there, but everything splintered. I'm still friends with a few people from back then (hi Josh), but largely we all moved on, and communities like that don't really exist anymore.

[axel-ambassador]

ok here's the thing I genuinely love island of the slaughtered like it's so cool but I'm a weak ass bitch and my problem is that people are too good at art.

Like, people are so talented that they effectively give me jitters when they redraw Tyler and beth especially and like, stop that, you're scaring me (compliment)

[imminent-danger-came]

Gimme shadowpeach shipping bingo my man pretty please

God. These two monkeys. Sometimes with a ship you have to ask "where's the drama"—that is not even a little bit of a problem with these two. They are. Oh boy. "Fine, just leave! Like you always do!" "No that's you! You're the one always running off, chasing for more power or more sources of immortality—you're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the great Sage, he has to drag everyone else into his mess!"

Like YES. YEAAASSSSSSS.

[ragingsagittarius]

wanting to find rp partners/servers vs the crushing fear of not finding anyone that actually writes well and you’re able to get along with

[plethorawrites]

i think jason is perfect for the girl who thinks that's unlovable x guy who loves her like it's as easy as breathing

maybe I'm just projecting because that has never happened to me but i do think that jason is a loverboy, especially if his significant other has never been treated right

(I think he'd be self reflecting too, honestly. Trying to treat someone the way no one ever treated him either.) (P.S. I tried a different style with this, idk if it worked or not, but try to stick with it to lmk please!)

---___---___---___---___---___---___---___---___---_

You were hard to love. You knew that. Every partner you ever had said so. And it made sense why.

You talked a lot. Droned on and on about interests that no else really seemed to care about. Couldn't even tell when they were getting bored because you were too focused on the way your hands moved to talk and tell stories.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always fidgeting in bed, trying to find something for your hands to do besides trace the sheets or pick at the threads on the blankets. You were always the last to fall asleep no matter when or where because some thought kept you up and you usually annoyed whoever was closest with it until they got so bored they fell asleep.

You were a terrible singer. Yet, you did it all the time. You couldn't carry a tune, couldn't hit any pitch, had no talent whatsoever and if an actual singer were to hear you when you were in the shower or the kitchen, they would surely ban you from ever listening to music again. You sang it under your breath, fighting it so you wouldn't annoy people, but always lost your own challenge and they ended up laughing.

You were clingy. You knew it was pathetic, always craving someone's attention to make you feel wanted. It was unattractive to need the kind of reassurance you wanted—to feel the warmest and most content when holding onto someone or sleeping in their arms. It was needy and sad. You were jealous. It was a bad habit, you knew. What everyone did with their own life didn't affect you in any serious way, but it was just so hard to share. Only child syndrome, maybe. Regardless, it was hard not to feel envious when someone else got attention from the person you loved most. You tried not to let it show. It did.

You were loud. You couldn't help it. You got overzealous about small things, like seeing a puppy in public or a cute baby in a onesie. You always made that high pitched screech that had people wincing in pain and telling you to lower your voice. No one wanted to see or hear about your happiness, they especially didn't like when you accidentally grabbed them without realizing you were doing it. It was annoying.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. Your words got mixed up, you pulled doors that said push, you tripped. And you blushed and you covered your face with shame when it happened, but it never stopped people from giving you judgemental sideways glances in public.

...

But never to Jason.

...

You talked a lot. Spoke about interests that he sometimes knew and other times didn't. Never noticed him staring at you so intently, watching your eyes light up as you talk with your hands out of pure excitement that made him utterly enthralled.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always moving closer and closer to him in bed. You were restless, so your hands would fuss with his hair or trace the scars on his back. You always found something to mumble about— a recent book, a new recipe, something from a show, or drama from work. Your voice was so soft, so soothing as you dragged your hands up and down his back, he had no choice but to fall asleep to the comforting sound of it.

You were a terrible singer. But the sound still brought him joy. Because it was your own joy causing the horrendous screeching you couldn't seem to help. He'd laugh, yes, at the adorable attempt. He was always trying his best to disguise the grin by hiding behind his book as he read in the living room and you sang in the kitchen. He couldn't resist peeking up from his book every once in a while just to watch before ducking back down and pretending to have not noticed how happy singing off key seemed to make you.

You were clingy. It was adorable, especially with the height difference, how you'd hug him from behind when he was cooking or drape your arms around him the second he came home. He always feared touch, but yours seemed addictive. The only thing he feared worse was losing you, but thankfully, you held him tightly at night and never minded when he reciprocated. He found it peaceful, settling his thoughts when he felt his skin on yours—so soft compared to his own, which were covered in bruises and scars.

You were jealous. Some people might find the constant hovering when someone else even remotely attractive was nearby, but not him. He found it endearing how you'd hang off him, lean on him, wrap him arm around your waist or do any number of other things to make it perfectly clear he was yours. It made him feel wanted, reassured him that you weren't willing to share anymore than he wanted to watch you get attention from other people.

You were loud. You jumped when you got excited, your eyes lighting up and your nose crinkling. Your squeals of joy fell from your lips by accident and even when they were a little loud or piercing, the sound still conveyed your happiness. Your teeth would sink into your bottom lip to try to suppress your own content but it never worked and he wouldn't want it to. The little hops, the way your face would soften at the sight of something cute or grab and shake him when you saw something you thought he'd like.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. You made little mistakes here and there, like everyone did. It was your reaction that had people staring. The way you'd laugh at yourself, your smile bearing widely and a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. Anyone with functioning eyes would look at you when you laughed. Hell, even a blind man with the displeasure of never getting to see your smile would still turn, just to hear your laughter a little bit better.

Maybe you talked a lot, were clingy, and jealous. But more than anything— you were his.

[anamelesstraveler]

"You miss that?" Simon points surreptitiously to the couple with a nod of his glass.

"What? Women?" Johnny asks with a cheeky smile.

It earns him a playful smack to the back of the head. "The butterflies," Simon corrects.

Johnny leans back in the booth and spreads an arm across behind Simon, resting the tips of his fingers on the sensitive skin where shoulder meets neck. He caresses over a raised line there, a scar that's not quite a year old, and hums to himself before replying.

"Nah," he says finally. "Still get butterflies with you. Especially when—"

He's cut off by Simon pulling him to his feet and into a close embrace. Tucked into the back corner, they're away from most of the restaurant's prying eyes. Still, Johnny whispers out a "Si, what the fuck are you doing" before Simon shushes him and points to the ceiling.

"Listen, Johnny."

Johnny does.

It takes a moment, but once he hears the familiar croon of a Shania Twain ballad coming in low over the speakers, he wrinkles his nose.

Simon leans in close to his ear. "C'mon. Dance with me," he insists, grabbing Johnny's body and swaying him gently to the rhythm of the song. -Ch12 Seven-Year Itch by noxmajor

!!! As a part of @bluegiragi's charity art drive, I requested this amazing piece for a dear friend 💖 Gira, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you do! Nox, congratulations on finishing this masterpiece. Please go read Nox's fic, and enjoy all of the tasty drama!

[ooooo-mcyt]

I know Scar and Grian bickered a little about Secret Soulmates but I think what stuck out to me more was that it took Scar a minute to even remember Grian had a secret soulmate.

"I was his soulmate! Wait, secret soulmate? Oh wait!"

This man is so not caught up on it, he put on the drama for the bit with Jimmy, but I think it's telling that Scar read that question, immediately joyfully announced he was Grian's soulmate, and then had to take a second to remember Secret Soulmates was even a thing that happened.

[babyleostuff]

gummy bears

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 603

SYNOPSIS: sometimes you find it concerning how well seungcheol knows you

natalia's note: just know that whenever cheol says "baby" it sounds like this "baby" (i died)

“here you go, baby.” 

seungcheol walked around the couch you were happily occupying, and set the bowl on the table in front of you. 

“you sure you don’t want more ramen?” he sat down next to you with a soft grunt, and immediately put an arm around you. “i can heat up some,” he said, as his other hand travelled to the scar on his leg.  

“i told you,” you sighed, and put your head on cheol’s shoulder, looking up at his big, brown eyes, “if i eat anything else, i’ll literally explode. you give me way too much food, choi seungcheol,” you smiled at him, and put your hand over his, covering his knee with your intertwined fingers. 

“one, don’t call me that. and two, if anything, i give you too little,” he bent his head a little to place a peck on your forehead, “need you to be strong and healthy.” 

you shook your head, and made yourself comfortable on the sofa, now with cheol by your side. it was one of those rare nights when your boyfriend didn’t have to be at work, so you made sure to use your time together to the fullest. first you went grocery shopping, which was always a fun chore when you were together, and decided to make ramen. so not only did you get to fool around in the kitchen but also eat something delicious. 

and now came the time for your favourite (more like cheol’s) part - cuddles. 

if you’d have to describe how your perfect day would look like, you’d describe it just like that. 

reaching for the remote, you noticed the bowl he placed on the table just a minute ago. “what’s that by the way?” you asked.

“your gummies,” he said, not tearing his eyes from the tv. your boyfriend took his job of finding a fitting movie for the night very seriously. 

“gummies?” 

“yeah, the gummy bears. i picked out the, um,” he said, squinting his eyes at the tv, “the yellow, and red ones. you like them the most so i figured i’d just pick them out for you,” he said as a matter of fact, as if your heart didn’t just skip three beats. 

you had this little habit of always picking up a snack after dinner. sometimes it was chocolate, another day it was your favourite biscuits, and sometimes it was gummy bears. you knew seungcheol was aware of your post-dinner routine, usually it was him who took it upon himself to restock your snack drawer whenever it got a tad empty (of course you never asked him to do that, and one day when you said you could do it on your own he just scoffed, and gave you a very unamused look). 

“thank you,” you muttered, suddenly too shy to say anything else. 

no matter how many times he did little thighs like that (and he did them very often), that just showed how well he knew you, how much he cared about you to notice which gummy bears you like the most - it never failed to make your heart beat a little faster, never failed to make you feel loved, feel seen. 

“of course,” he said like it was nothing, and pecked your forehead again. because it truly was nothing to him. it wasn't a chore, or something he felt like he was obligated to do as your boyfriend - his acts of service were as natural as breathing for coups. 

“you want one?” you picked up a red bear, ready to share with your boyfriend. 

“no, but thank you baby. they’re all yours.”

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[princessbellecerise]

You Kiss Their Scars

Summary ✩ How your lover reacts to you kissing their scars

Warnings ✩ Mentions of violence and blood

Jacaerys Velaryon

You were amused as your lips pressed against the teeth shaped scars, in the shape of tiny little bite marks that Jace explained were from Vermax

“He used to bite me plenty when we shared a crib,” Your husband told you. “He was a nasty little thing. Mother was afraid he’d take a chunk out of my arm—but he never did. He stopped doing it when I bit him back,” He revealed

You giggled as you imagined baby Jace and baby Vermax—both the same size at one point—going at it while Rhaenyra tried to separate them. “So I suppose you’ve both always been temperamental then,” You said

It was no surprise that your husband, who also had quite the temper, related so much to his dragon. The two were one of the same, and you guessed that’s why they got along so well

“Yes,” Jacaerys agreed, a fond smile on his face as he recalled the memories. “We were quite a menacing pair indeed.”

Aegon Targaryen

“She did it again,” Is the only thing Aegon had to tell you in order for you to pull him into your arms, kissing the spot where a nasty red bruise was forming

It was no secret that your husband and his mother did not get along, but never did you think that she would have the audacity to strike him after an argument

It was appalling to you every time it happened, and you wanted nothing more than to march towards her and give the same treatment, Queen be damned

It wasn’t fair that she took out her anger out on Aegon but he begged you, no pleaded with you to not do anything

“It won’t do any good,” He’d tell you sadly, and your heart would ache as you saw the brokenness, the sadness on his face. “She’ll just hate me even more if you act.”

Aemond Targaryen

“Hold still.”

You jutted your tounge out in concentration as you cleaned Aemond’s scar, making sure that it was sanitized properly for the day

Your husband trusting you with such a thing was an act of love itself. The fact that he trusted you to see his deepest insecurity meant alot to you, and all you could do to repay him and hopefully bring up his spirits was pepper light kisses on the skin surrounding it

“There, all done.”

“Thank you, my love,” Aemond smiled slightly as he touched the spots were your lips touched, still wondering how he got so lucky as to find someone like you

Cregan Stark

“Ow! Be gentle, woman,” Cregan said playfully, wincing as you brushed over his ‘scar’ with a wet cloth

Somehow, for some reason, your dear husband thought it would be funny to wrestle with his dire wolf and then he had the nerve to come crawling to you, asking you to patch up his wounds after the beast had bitten him

Of course, it wasn’t really that big of a deal and Cregan wasn’t really hurt, but you still smirked as you pressed a kiss to it like it was a real wound

“There. That should ease some of the pain, you big baby,” You teased, rolling your eyes

Cregan chuckled as he checked your work, looking at the bandage you had placed over some ointment

“What do you suppose it’ll look like when it heals?” He asked you seriously

“It’ll look like you simply have a freckle, Creagn,” You responded sarcastically, and then you giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap

“Don’t make fun me, wife. You should be proud,” He said, flexing the arm where the bite was. “How many men do you know have taken on such a beast and lived to tell the tale?”

“Only you, husband. Only you.” You snorted at his dramatics, wondering just what you were going to do with your silly, drama queen of a husband

Benjicot Blackwood

There was reason they called your husband ‘Bloody Ben’

You found this out when one day, he came limping home after solving a conflict in the Riverlands, covered in wounds and blood—so much blood

Thankfully, most of it wasn’t his but Benji still did have a few wounds that needed looking after

The Maester was busy, having been sent by your husband to tend to the other men, so you got the pleasure of dragging him to your chambers, making sure that he was clean before you began to stitch him up

The entire time you worked, Benji barely even flinched which amazed you

By the time that you were done with his top half, he’d barely said a word or complained which led to you kissing over a few of his stitches as a reward

“What was that for?” He asked in wonder, a small blush on his cheeks while you grinned

“That, my love, is for being such a good patient,” You told him cheekily, and you did not expect what Benji did next

Standing up, he loosened his trousers and then he grinned as he pointed at the area beneath his small clothes

“Well in that case, I’ll need plenty of kisses here, too. No promises that I won’t move if you touch me there though.”

“Benji!”

[ivyues]

Scars of the Past: Stray Kids' reactions to finding out their S/O was cheated on in the past

Bang Chan

While watching a drama together, the plot unfolds about a cheating scandal. Casually, you comment, "Ugh, I know how that feels." Chris looks over, concern immediately filling his eyes.

You smile bitterly, huffing out a small breath. "I haven’t told you I was cheated on, did I?" Chris’ face freezes for a moment before his expression softens with empathy.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his voice gentle, a hint of worry in his tone. When you explain, his jaw tightens, and he pulls you closer.

"I’m so sorry you went through that. You never have to doubt us, okay? I’ll make sure you never feel that way again." For the rest of the evening, he keeps you close, reassuring you with soft kisses and sweet words.

Lee Know

During a round of "Never Have I Ever" with friends, the topic of infidelity comes up. You casually admit you’ve been cheated on before. Lee Know stiffens but says nothing in front of the whole group.

Later, when you’re alone in the car, he locks eyes with you, his expression suddenly serious.

"I can’t change what happened to you, but I can promise I’ll never hurt you like that. You're too precious to me."

He gently takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, holding them tightly. It's a simple yet meaningful gesture, an unspoken promise that this moment is different.

Changbin

In the middle of a conversation about insecurities, you mention that your last partner cheated on you, and it’s the reason you sometimes struggle with trust. "They did what?" His voice rises slightly, but he catches himself, softening as he sees your discomfort.

He pulls you into a tight hug without hesitation, but there's a flicker of discomfort in the gesture, as if he's unsure whether it's the right move. He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.

"I'm so sorry. No one deserves that, least of all you," he says, his voice full of sincerity.

After a moment of silence, he hesitates before asking, "Do you... do you still talk to this person?" His tone is careful, as if he’s afraid of the answer but knows he needs to ask.

Hyunjin

Watching a romance movie together, the protagonist discovers her partner cheating. You murmur, "Yeah, that’s all way too familiar." Hyunjin immediately pauses the movie, turning to you.

"You were cheated on?" he asks, his eyes big and full of sadness. His tone carries a mixture of shock and indignation, as if the idea is almost impossible for him to grasp.

When you nod, he pulls you into a tight hug. "I can’t believe someone could betray you like that. I hope you know you’re worth so much more. I’ll remind you every day if I have to."

Han

During a late-night chat, you mention offhandedly, "Yeah, my ex cheated on me once."

Han freezes, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You? You got cheated on?" he blurts, his tone incredulous. "How is that possible? You're amazing."

You couldn’t help but huff out an unexpected laugh by the seriousness in his voice. He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and sadness on his face. "They were an idiot," he declares, taking your hand. "I’ll never understand how anyone could treat you like that – but I’ll make sure you never feel that way again."

His smile returns, softer this time, as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Promise."

Felix

During a cozy night in, a TV show triggers a memory, and you casually mention, "Yeah, my ex did that to me too." Felix freezes mid-bite of his snack, his eyes wide with shock.

"They what?" His voice is a mix of disbelief and sorrow. When you avoid his gaze, focusing on the TV instead, he leans forward slightly, trying to catch your eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, his tone coaxing but serious. When you finally meet his gaze, his expression is earnest, his eyes searching yours.

He takes your hands in his, his thumb tracing soothing circles. "You deserve so much better. If you ever feel unsure or insecure, just tell me, okay? I want to be the one to heal that part of you."

Seungmin

When Seungmin casually mentions a friend he’s been talking to, you freeze, suddenly feeling uneasy. He notices the shift in your mood. "Is something wrong?" he asks, his voice soft but concerned.

You hesitate, then admit, "I know you're not like them, but… I’ve been cheated on before, and it’s hard to trust anyone after that."

Seungmin’s eyes widen in surprise. "I had no idea," he says quietly.

You look down, your voice shaky. "I want to trust you, Seungmin. But the damage is done. I don’t know how to stop feeling this way."

He gently takes your hand across the table, his touch warm. "I’m so sorry you went through that. I want you to know I’m not like them. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust."

I.N

As a song about cheating plays on the radio, you murmur, "This song really hit hard when I found out about my ex."

I.N’s face shifts from surprise to quiet concern. "Wait, you went through what?" he asks softly, his usual bright demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

You nod, explaining briefly about your cheating ex, and he listens intently. "That’s awful. You deserve so much better than what they gave you."

When the song ends, he flashes you a small, reassuring smile. "Let’s make some new memories with better songs, okay? You’re safe with me." 

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"Promise me you'll come back."

The scent of iron and smoke still clings to him, a ghost of the battles he's fought, but when her fingers trace the scars on his skin, he realizes—this is the kind of war he fears most. Not one of swords and blood, but of longing, of a love so deep it threatens to unravel him more than any enemy ever could.

"I will," he swears, managed to choke out, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. "Not even the gods can keep me from you."

But the gods are listening as they are cruel.

That single moment lingers, just for a moment. Gojo Satoru cradles his newborn son in his arms, his thumb brushing gently over the baby’s impossibly small fingers. The little boy stirs, letting out a soft whimper, and Gojo leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.

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His heart clenches. This should be a beginning, a lifetime ahead of teaching, guiding, watching his son grow. Instead, it feels like an ending.

A final farewell.

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"I will come back to you."

Not even the gods can keep him from them.

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Astrology notes part ?

I've honestly lost track of it all ಠ⁠﹏⁠ಠ

Also a/n : it's very short cause i just wanted to get back into the swing of things. College is sucking my brain juice dry and tbh i barely get the time to come to Tumblr much less make content.

So enjoy 😃

♡ Wherever Pluto sits in the chart, it attracts jealousy and irrational emotions. For example, my friend has Pluto in 4th house, the IC is associated with home mother etc. Her mother has expressed multiple times that she's jealous of her, and sees her as a competition to her fathers affections. All of this with no actions on my friend's part.

♡ Mercury dominants or especially geminis they need to stay updated on everything thats happening in their immediate surroundings. The tv show everyone's watching ? Yeah they watch it or atleast watch recaps. The drama or gossip everyone's talking about ? They know the deets on that ish. They have an inner urge to stay connected and relevant.

♡ People always have a negative opinion about saturn. Its a karmic planet and the planet of delays and lessons. Everyone is a bit cautious around the saturn placements of your chart. But imo saturn is a harsh judge yes. But if you understand what its trying to teach you, the lessons then you'll get bountiful returns in the very same endeavours as well. Lets take me as an example, i have saturn in 7th house and my first relationship was abusive and horrible. After that the flings i pursued were all emotionally unavailable men. But once i learnt my lesson and was brave enough to imagine a life without a partner, i was blessed with my current boyfriend. Saturn forces you to confront your worst nightmares, and when you've mastered it it rewards you plenty.

♡ Sun conjunct Mercury is a powerful aspect and it manifests in different ways depending on the house of conjunction, the signs involved in the conjunction etc. But one thing in common between all of them is that these natives will be known for their speech like the way they speak. Whether it be the tone or way of putting things. It'll make people admire them for ghat specific quality and they maybe famous for their speech as well.

♡ Second house rules money, and the ways in which a person can gain money easily. Positive planets in the second house can lead to them retaining the money they make and malefic planets there can point to natives losing money easily. That being said, the planet in 2nd house can point to how they can earn money easily. Neptune in 2nd house can earn money through metaphysical endeavours such as tarot, reiki healing, pranic healing etc.

♡ intercepted houses are a menace in peoples' charts. They will create chaos, confusion and will pull the native In two directions at once.

♡Aries in 4th house or IC were either bullied or were bullies themselves in their childhoods.

♡ People with mars in first house can either have a prominent scar or a mole in their face. This can also apply to people with mars-ascendant aspects whether positive or negative.

♡ Capricorn in 2nd house people have very expensive tastes in clothing and jewellery imo. They like the "classics" - Gucci, Swarovski, Ysl, Louboutins etc. they dress for class rather than for making a statement about themselves. Neither is wrong. I am just suggesting they prefer class over expression.

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[scariusaquarius]

rehab masterlist.

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: Hello! This is a masterlist for my story, Rehab, featuring Avenger! Bucky and Winter Soldier! Reader. This list will be updated with every chapter that is released, so make sure to check back every now and then just in case that you missed something! You may also read it HERE on my Archive of our Own account!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate for any Russian written cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Chapter One: Midst of Winter Chapter Two: The Dust of Snow from a Hemlock Tree Chapter Three: The Cold Earth Slept Below Chapter Four: The Edge of Winter Sky Leaning Over Us in Icy Stars Chapter Five: To Shake in the Surf of the Winter Dark Chapter Six: We Wait for a Winter Lion Chapter Seven: A Frozen Drop of Dew Chapter Eight: Winter Opens Air to Iris Blue Chapter Nine: The Great Cold Eye of Winter Moon Chapter Ten: To Regard the Frost and the Boughs Chapter Eleven: In This Valley the Snow Falls Silently Chapter Twelve: In Her Cold Arms Chapter Thirteen: Chionophobia: The Fear of Snow Chapter Fourteen: Breaking the Ice Chapter Fifteen: In the Cold of Night Chapter Sixteen: Between Winter and Spring Chapter Seventeen: Say Goodbye to Old Man Winter Chapter Eighteen: The First Thaw Chapter Nineteen: Of Arctic Springs Chapter Twenty: The Icy Revelations of Winter Past Chapter Twenty-One: The Cold Clutch of Decay Chapter Twenty-Two: This Cold Morning Chapter Twenty-Three: Winter's Cathartic Embrace Chapter Twenty-Four: Winter's Comfort Chapter Twenty-Five: Of Frosted Lips and Glistening Skin Chapter Twenty-Six: The Sweet Melody of Equinox Chapter Twenty-Seven: The First Bloom