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[lottienathive]

right off the bat, nat and lottie are introduced as complete opposites - lottie is rich, sweet, soft-spoken, etc. and nat is poor, extremely brash, and bold. even wearing a skirt and jacket, but in completely different ways. this is an easily understood set-up for their first time in the wilderness. the very first dilemma of the show—the allie situation—is also very representative of this. lottie is unsure on how to approach the situation and doesn’t assert herself (“she kinda sucks, but… i don’t know.”) whereas nat makes her opinion very clear (“that’s because it’s bullshit” / “you know what? fuck this.”) after the crash., nat throws herself onto travis almost immediately following the loss of his father. she immediately sticks up for him when lottie makes a jab (“who died and made him king of snacks?” “his dad, lottie, literally his fucking dad.”) this is already showing us that nat is considered with the individual feelings of people around her, whereas lottie is more focused on the hive mind and likelihood of the group as a whole.

further into their time in the wilderness, both of the girls establish themselves as providers. nat becomes a hunter, providing food and protection since she’s the one who earns the privilege of having the only weapon. on the other hand, lottie is slowly made into a group leader because of the spiritual comfort she provides the girls with. in a desperate time of need, both of them are ready to provide and protect the group, but in completely opposing ways. they aren’t so different, really just two sides of the same selfless, caring coin. this complex rivalry makes much more sense when you look at their childhood individually. we see in season 1 that nat grew up in terrible circumstances, with an abusive alcoholic father and a dismissive mother, she is responsible for making her own way. her father’s death is symbolic of this; although she didn't kill him directly, it was her fault he died. because of this upbringing, nat has heavy walls built around her. she sees the world for what it's been to her: cruel. however, despite this cold shell that her parents caused her to develop, she's incredibly caring all the less. this is especially represented through her relationship with travis. lottie, while she grew up rich, clearly didn't have very loving parents. the first scene we see of her at home is before the crash, and while most of the other characters are being goodbye-hugged by family members, lottie is receiving a bottle of her medication from her maid. at the beginning of season 2, we see that lottie has had some sort of psychic abilities, able to predict a car crash before it happens. instead of taking time to understand her, her parents throw her into therapy and pump her up with medication following the rescue, lottie's parents take no time to process that their daughter has been heavily traumatized, and immediately send her away to a whole different country. the dismissiveness of lottie's parents, similar to nats, affected her in a completely opposite way. instead of building up walls and becoming cold, lottie seeks to use her abilities to give comfort to everyone else around her. while dealing wth similar core traumas, they react to it in very different ways.

despite this, lottie (especially adult timeline) stays prominent as the only person who can comfort nat. after years following the crash of replacing her pain with drugs, sex, etc. it took one week at lottie's camp for her to want to start healing. lottie did that for her. the regression scene shows that no matter how old she is, lottie is still the only person who can bring out the parts of herself that she tries to bury, in both positive and negative ways. the season 2 finale is where everything about their relationship shifts. i don't think enough people process that "the wilderness" is really just, obviously not completely, but in simple terms a manifestation of lottie's inner nature. when you listen to it, it gives you what you want. when lottie decides that nat should be the leader by saying "the wilderness already chose who should lead us," what she's really saying, unconsciously and metaphorically, is that she has noticed nat's resilience and determination to lead as a reflection of her own determination to lead. now...we talk about nat's death scene. happening parallel to the scene where she's crowned leader adult nat is accidently killed during a hunt put together by lottie to give the wilderness its final sacrifice, an exercise intended to help them let go. in her final moments between life and death, nat finds herself in that plane again. in her very final moments of life, what is nats last sight?? young lottie next to her, hand on her heart, telling her that it's going to be okay. as she says, "IT'S not evil, just hungry." this line correlates with what lottie said a few episodes earlier: "just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's evil." nat and lottie both don't understand each other's ways of dealing with their issues, so they argue and they oppose. in a tragic end to their story, nat's death is documented as a drug overdose and lottie is sent away to a psych ward by her friends. despite everything they went through, the ups and the downs and the healing, lottie and nat will always be the psycho and the druggie. they are similar in this way: they are stuck with these issues and that's all they're seen for by anyone else. but they see each other as more.

you made so many excellent points. great analysis! they really are two sides of the same coin and narrative foils.

"the dismissiveness of lottie's parents, similar to nats, affected her in a completely opposite way. instead of building up walls and becoming cold, lottie seeks to use her abilities to give comfort to everyone else around her. while dealing with similar core traumas, they react to it in very different ways."

this part in particular reminded me of a thought i had the other day. about lottienat and the deer + moose symbolism. it pretty much reflects what you just mentioned. lottie being associated with the deer (a creature considered in many mythologies to be connected to the supernatural and the divine, a creature that prefers to live in herds. just like lottie who doesn't isolate herself by choice. she surrounds herself with people) vs nat being associated with the moose (unlike other deer species moose do not form herds and are solitary animals)

[rotating-hyperfixations]

One the things that’s been so interesting to me this season to me as they continue to set up Shauna and Nat as foils to each other is their relationships with parental figures in their lives, particularly Ben.

Their fathers and their non-existent relationships with them mirror each other; but are ultimately two different sides of the coin. Nat’s father is dead, so she can’t talk to him or have any sort of relationship with him. On the flip side by all accounts Shauna’s dad is a live but he abandoned her and her mom when she was a kid and seemingly has no relationship or contact with him (at least that’s revealed to us).

Then comes Ben in the wilderness, he “mentors” both Shauna and Nat; teaching one to hunt and one to butcher, solidifying their roles. Then we start things start to diverge, Nat clearly trusts and leans on him and in turn Ben develops almost a parental bond with her and looks out for her in a way we don’t see as much with the other girls and Travis. Then on the flip side, he doesn’t interact much with Shauna at all and then in what is ultimately the most emotionally trying moment of her life, he “abandons” her during labor and helps contribute to what she believes is the death of her son. When season 3 rolls around and Ben comes back to the forefront, they are placed in opposition of each other again as they try to figure out what to do with him. Nat holds a trial and is so desperate to prove his innocence because she genuinely sees him as an important and trusted adult in her life and Shauna wants him dead because even if he didn’t burn down the cabin; he did a commit a different crime in abandoning her, just like her dad did however many years earlier.

I also think it kind of unintentionally plays out in their roles within the group. Nat is the hunter and Lottie’s successor, her job(s) are very public and as a result she gets the glory and the support. In the other hand, Shauna’s the butcher; the far more isolating and probably traumatizing role, that often receives little support and recognition as a result. I don’t think any of this is connected, outside of Nat and Shauna being set up as foils, but I do thinks interesting the way their backgrounds, jobs and relationship with Ben all intersect with each other.

[novelconcepts]

There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

[elysiality]

The Yellowjackets as Greek Demigods

wow this is niche anyway-

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LOTTIE MATTHEWS — Daughter of Phoebe, Titan Goddess of Intellect And Prophecy.

this one is pretty much self-explanatory, my little prophet <3 Phoebe was the Titan who gifted Apollo with the ability to prophesize, giving existence to the Oracle of Delphi. I'm saying that Lottie would be her daughter because she doesn't really give child of Apollo vibes? Like— she's too mystique to be a child of Apollo and the Oracle of Delphi cannot have children so Phoebe it is.

Alternative parents— Hecate (Titan Goddess of Witchcraft), Gaia (The Earth), Janus (God of Choices), Pan (God of the Wild). Also possibly Psyche (Goddess of Compassion and Human Suffering).

SHAUNA SHIPMAN — Daughter of Nemesis, Goddess of Balance and Revenge.

Most people would probably shove Shauna (esp S3 Shauna) into the children of Ares, but I personally don't think Shauna has the natural spite to be a child of Ares— at least not all the time. Most of her actions are things she does in retaliation to what someone else does, often in revenge, so I think she'd be a daughter of Nemesis.

Alternative parents— Ares (God of War), Momus (God of Blame), Eris (Goddess of Strife and Discord).

JACKIE TAYLOR — Daughter of Nike, Goddess of Victory, Charioteer of Zeus.

Again, pretty self explanatory. Jackie's entire life revolved around staying on top— being the golden girl, having a popular boyfriend, being captain of her soccer team, etc. She's very competitive as we saw in season one where they were taking turns trying out the gun and hates giving up control. So I think she'd be a daughter of Nike.

Alternative parents— Tyche (Goddess of Fate and Fortune), Khione (Goddess of Winter), Aphrodite (Goddess of Love and Beauty). Also maybe Hebe (Goddess of Youth) since my girl kinda peaked in high school.

MISTY QUIGLEY — Daughter of Prometheus, Titan God of Forethought, Fire and Knowledge.

Misty is the most pragmatic of the group (which is a low, looooww bar) . She's the one who's the most intellectual among the Yellowjackets and often gives the group the most valuable information and is then ostracised for it (See: Prometheus giving man fire). Prometheus was also known to be mischievous at times, which fits right in with our lil chaos gremlin.

Alternative parents— Dionysus (God of Wine and Chaos), Athena (Goddess of Warfare and Knowledge), Eris (Goddess of Strife and Discord), Apollo (God of Music, the Sun, and Healing).

NATALIE SCATORCCIO — Daughter of Psyche, Goddess of Compassion and Human Suffering.

Again, need I explain more? Nat is arguably one of the ones who took it the hardest when the plane crashed. Her entire life has been one gigantic kick the dog moment, right up to her death. Her dad was abusive and died when she was young, her mom wasn't really involved, she grew up in poverty, she did drugs in high school— she only really felt herself with the Yellowjackets and Travis, and had that taken from her too. Apart from that, she is also one of the most empathetic, right down to her mercy killing of Coach Scott.

Alternative parents— Khione (Goddess of Snow), Thanatos (God of Peaceful Death), Melinoë (Goddess of Ghosts, Madness and Liminal space).

TAISSA TURNER — Daughter of Philotes, Goddess of Affection and Friendship.

Was debating between Anteros and Philotes, but I went with Philotes in the end. Tai (whether intentionally or not) always keeps the group together (we don't count Allie). She was the one most disgusted with what they did to Jackie and also kinda the peacekeeper. The only survivor to have good relationships with all the rest of the survivors.

Alternative parents— Anteros (Erote of Requited Love), Harmonia (Goddess of Harmony), Ananke (Goddess of Inevitability and Fate), Selene (The Moon). Hunter of Artemis, possibly.

VAN PALMER — Daughter of Apollo, God of the Sun, Music and Poetry, blessed by the Nine Muses.

Sooo obvious, I didn't even have to think. Van is good cheer and empathy. She likes storytelling, media, all that sort of thing, which ties up with Apollo's poetry aspect. She's literally the sun to Tai's moon (especially other Tai). I say blessed by the Nine Muses since they all represent different aspects of scholarly nature and story-telling, which is so Van. It's also good to note that Apollo was also tied up with prophecy, and Van was one of the girls most devoted to Lottie and who believed in her the most.

Alternative parents— the Nine Muses, Peitho (Goddess of Persuasion and Trust), Aphrodite Philia (the Platonic Love aspect of Aphrodite), Hebe (Goddess of Youth), Eos (Goddess of Dawn).

TRAVIS MARTINEZ — Son of Styx, The River of Oaths and Resentment, located in the Underworld.

Hear me out on this one— Travis as a son of the river nymph of the Styx. He carries around unspoken grief that he tries to forget but never can. He resents but is fiercely loyal to everyone he loves, trying to get revenge for them even after they've died (Javi). He makes promises he tries to keep but can't, which is ironic since he's the son of a river meant to hold bonds fast.

Alternative parents— the River Lethe (Oblivion and Forgetting), Thanatos (God of Peaceful Death), Ares (God of War), Hephaestus (God of Fire, Forging and Rejection).

AKILAH — Daughter of Demeter, Goddess of Harvests and Seasons.

the animals. her connection to the wilderness. need I explain any more?

alternative parents— Pan (God of the Wilderness), Gaia (The Earth), Apollo (God of the Sun and Healing).

MARI IBARRA — Daughter of Eros, God of Love and Physical Attraction.

she's hot.

alternative parents— Aphrodite (Goddess of Love), Hebe (Goddess of Youth), Nemesis (Goddess of Revenge).

HONOURABLE MENTIONS !! :

Javi — Son of Hebe, Goddess of Youth.

Gen — Daughter of Asclepius, God of Medicine.

Melissa — I've stopped caring much about her but I'd say Anteros, God of Unrequited Love.

Callie — Daughter of Shauna so by extension, Nemesis, Goddess of Balance and Revenge. I'd go with Nemesis for her separately as well. Maybe even Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft and Crossroads.

a/n: Mb I'll write an x reader fic if one of y'all send in a req who knows.... (This is a plea. Also, this would eat as a dark romance.)

[the-lonelyshepherd]

"fanon lottienatters please stay away from me" oh!! shots fired!! 2,000 dead, 10,000 injured!! BUT curious about your specific definition for fanon lottienat and what you dislike about it <33

ohhhhh okay... alrrrrrr

this is like. one of my biggest issues. im not like a shipper, never rlly have been until yj but i dont like engage in discourse bc thats stupid.

But basically? Fanon lottienat just kinda strips anything thats interesting about the ship away. and makes it like. punk x preppy. loser x popular. ive even heard black cat and golden retriever which makes me want to rip my eyes out.

And its not even accurate to their characterization? at all? like youre flanderizing them but like..... not even their main traits. like ive seen people say "precrash lottie would be like charlotte from status update (curse that movie btw. the things i do for u courtney eaton) which is just. like not at all.

first off lottie is not popular. yeah, shes rich, but shes clearly somewhat of a loner (WHICH PARALLELS NAT?? WHICH MAKES IT MORE INTERESTING???) even courtney has said this in interviews. she feels ostracized, and a lot of it can be traced back to the flashback scenes we see, esp those about her relationship w her parents and her supposed mental illness. the 90s, especially the 90s in a high pressure rich family, was NOT a good place to have schizophrenia (and yeah theres the "she wasnt actually mentally ill" argument but that changes nothing because atp in the story her whole family and probably herself believed she was.

Then we have the nat characterization. The fanon "grumpy" to fanon lotties "sunshine". guys canonically nat smiles more than lottie. girlie was always grinning while lottie was experiencing the horrors all of s1. ofc they both went THROUGH it but that specific stereotype pissed me off sm i had to address it.

also, nat gets shown a lot as masc?? which is a fine headcanon but like for her style like the whole punk thing? she acc dresses relatively femininely.those are little irks abt nat but they bother me idc. too tired to write more on this rn but feel free to ask!

so basically taking this stuff into account - fanon lottienat uses a gross mischaracterization of both characters, especially lottie (also that suspiciously align w stereotypes HMMMMM) to literally make the ship more boring. You are making it a stupid and lame trope. You literally have these two insanely complex characters who mirror each other. Theyre not opposites attract, they are the same character in different skins. They're both loners, one because of her punk/rebel nature and nasty rumors, the other because of her mental illness and lack of closeness to people. Theyre both loners because of their social status and their fucked up home life. Theyre both providers - nat the hunter, bringer of physical and real food like the deer. Lottie the prophet, bringer of hope and, through the teams eyes, the birds, the bear, etc. Lottie who begs to be a martyr but is denied nat who runs from it but shoulders it anyways. They're both bleeding hearts they both give soul to the team and are some of the most genuine characters but they present it so differently.

The fact that the majority of content grossly mischaracterizes them and is the widely accepted fanon just.. sucks tbh. and the fact that people get so up in arms about them, and literally attack fans of other characters (lottielee fans... travis fans....) for no reason?? all these other characters do is contribute to what makes lottienat such a compelling and fucked up and interesting ship. i love them so much but lwk most of yall are insane and dont even appreciate them for what they really are.

thoughts questions comments concerns hmu

[teafootballandmore]

I was expecting a bigger coverage for Jude’s first public relationship but turned out it’s kinda meh? My timelines is pretty quite, and most of them are like “oh he has a gf? Ok good” and move on 🤔

Truee they are even laughing about it coz jude has always seen like a high valuable player on his personal life but now he is like nicolas pepe . The first public gf is someone with a reputation as bad as a prostitute . No other athlete has gone public with her coz they know they have game and experience to know what not to do wifefing an ex passed around screams starter athlete starter pack is like see some athletes as soon as they see a diamond an uknown one they cuff them coz those women don't appear like that and they don't have these kind of path . A MAN LIKE WISE MAN KNOWS WHEN HE SEES A WIFE AND WHEN ITS CLEARLY A ONE NIGHT STAND and Jude gives little boy like that travis hunter too innocent to know how to handle the situation . He is 21 and his first public gf is a total disaster nobody is crashing is more concern of what he is actually ruining his image like that he looks like a man who is constantly cheated on just by having a woman like that close to him . Look at his parents they don't have a clue on people mocking their son and questioning him lmao but hey good to see ya back dear💞

Good to be back to you all 💕

Yeah I expected full meltdown but everyone is either not interestedor laughing at it.

[creimchase]

Yellowjackets oc!

Full name: Henrietta Mae Warren

Nickname: Retta

Birthdate: March 18th 1978 

Team position: Winger, hunter in the wilderness

Animal motif: Opossum

PRE-CRASH

Retta was born on January 18th 1978. Due to her being a premature baby in the 1970s she was born with sensorineural hearing loss. Her childhood was filled with waiting rooms and doctor appointments.

Despite her minor hearing loss, she was encouraged by her parents to visit school as often as she could. She begrudgingly obeyed, never missing a chance to complain. She was more of a loner through elementary and middle school, only making a few short-term acquaintances (Taissa being one of them).

She often visited church with her grandma, despite not really believing in god in the context of the bible, she took more of an agnostic approach. Her and Laura Lee became a sort of acquaintances, engaging in small talk here and there.

At the start of high school she starts hanging out with the alt and stoner kids, finding them simply… cool. She would join in their antics, skipping school and getting stoned under the bleachers.

In sophomore year her parents recommended that she joins the soccer team in hopes of her being influenced by the ‘good kids’. Their attempts did not particularly work, instead Retta found herself actually enjoying soccer while still spending time with the stoner kids. She was a great runner, earning her spot as a winger on the Wiskayok yellowjackets soccer team.

WILDERNESS

Retta was in complete shock, dissociating for the first few weeks after the crash. The days blended together, leaving Retta often confused by what was going on.

After the shock wore off, Retta was distraught. She missed her family, wanting to go home more than anything. Everything was always so quiet, her ears didn't buzz with the passing of cars or noisy alarms she never knew the source of and it scared her.

She groups herself with Travis and Natalie, joining them on their hunting expeditions. She couldn’t use guns due to them damaging her hearing so she opted for using a switchblade Nat had lent her. She quickly got used to the rhythm of killing, forcefully detaching herself when her blade touched flesh.

Retta joins Taissa and the girls when they head to the woods in search for help, despite her and Taissas rocky relationship. Retta would never refuse a way to go home.

At doomcoming Retta drinks the soup, getting drugged like the rest of the girls. She partakes in the same things as the girls. In the morning she can’t help but feel disgusted by herself. Instead of apologising to Travis she packs her bags and heads out in to the woods in search for help again, once more detaching herself from reality.

After a few days of roaming the woods, she honestly lost count after day one, she somehow finds her way back at camp. Instead of finding the girls, the first thing she sees is dead Jackie. God knowing how long she had been laying there for

Retta half believed Lotties wilderness cult, leaning more towards Natalies approach. Even though she was agnostic, she felt like sometimes Lottie would deceive them.

In hopes of rekindling her and Taissas relationship from their childhood, Retta tries to approach her. Taissa immediately turns her down, avoiding her presence even more. Retta can't help but to feel offended.

When Natalie draws the queen card, Retta doesn’t participate in the hunt, staying back with Travis. When the girls bring back Javi her heart sinks. Out of respect for Travis, feeling sorry for him she doesn’t partake in eating Javi.

POST-WILDERNESS

TBA!

(PLEASE GIVE ME ADULT FC IDEASSS���🙏) THAT'S ALL FOR NOWWW!!

[eclecticelectriceccentric]

I need to make a longer post later but my GOD dexter the show is fucking obsessed with foils mirrors and parallels which is great because I am too

anyway we can broadly divide people in dexter's life who are his confidantes etc into a few categories: Family, Lovers, Apprentices, Killers, Angels, Devils, and Hunters. these overlap so so often. let me explain them. this got long so lemme add a cut.

Family are his either literal (biological or adopted) or spiritual family (Vogel). self explanatory. We can divide this into Parents, Children, and Siblings. This has Harry Morgan, Debra Morgan, Laura Moser, Joseph Driscoll, Brian Moser, Evelyn Vogel (+ Oliver Saxon by extension), as well as Astor, Cody, and Harrison. Zach Hamilton is claimed as a 'spiritual son' also

Lovers is also self explanatory. He has 4 main lovers throughout the series: Rita Bennett, Lila West, Lumen Pierce, and Hannah McKay. He also has a few ancillary love interest type people - Luci the store clerk in "Nebraska", Mindy who asked him to the dance, Cassie who he got made to go on a date with, Trisha at the high school reunion, an unnamed woman he has sex with, and LaGuerta who makes unwelcome sexual advances

Apprentices are people he either teaches or attempts to teach the Code to in some form. There are four, by my estimate: Jeremy Downs in season 1, Miguel Prado, Lumen Pierce, and Zach Hamilton. Travis Marshall seems to fit in this category also despite differences

Killers are people he broadly relates to through shared murdering. This includes basically everyone he lays eyes on, but especially the Ice Truck Killer Brian Moser, Arthur Mitchell, Jonah Mitchell, Isaak Sirko, and three who become more than killers: Hannah McKay, Jeremy Downs, and Zach Hamilton

Angels are the people who inspire him to be morally better. These include Rita Bennett and Brother Sam as well as Harry and Deb Morgan. He also acts better for his children often. Occasionally his care for his Angels inspires him to kill people for them, but that's not their fault

Devils are the opposite of Angels and inspire him to act worse. Most blatant is his Dark Passenger, to the extent that exists outside of a justification. Brian and Lila are pretty clear Devils. Harry and Deb, interestingly, are Devils as well as Angels; both directly tell him to murder people. Evelyn Vogel encourages him to lean into his serial killing as well

Hunters 'know what Dexter is' or are chasing him down for Justice reasons (rather than because they are trying to kill him/his family). Doakes is the frontrunning Hunter - Joey Quinn sort of takes his narrative place. Lundy and also the Miami Metro PD is hunting the BHB but Lundy is the real dedicated Hunter. LaGuerta becomes a Hunter in Season 7 - a rare case of a developing Hunter. Elway in Season 8 is also a Hunter.

anyway lmk what you think + if you agree or disagree and any connections or categories you'd make + if you'd be interested in me continuing this analysis

[famefatales]

(  matthew  broome.  cisgender  man.  he/him.  )  look,  DEAN  LANCASTER  was  just  spotted  along  the  walk  of  fame.  the  twenty  nine  year  old  stunt  double  can  be  quite  destructive  towards  paparazzi,  but  fans  swear  they’re  fearless.  that’s  why  they’ve  been  dubbed  the  dirtbag  by  the  trades.  they  better  keep  their  bad  reputation  in  check,  because  once  the  hollywood  hunter  learns  [  redacted  ],  they’ll  be  forced  to  spill  their  guts.

dossier  !

full  name.  dean  everett  lancaster.  nicknames.  absolutely  not.  don't  even  try  it.  gender.  cisgender  man.  pronouns.  he  +  him.  age.  twenty-nine.  sexual  orientation.  bisexual  biromantic.  occupation.  stunt  double  and  pr  nightmare.  hometown.  bakersfield,  california.  birthday.  november  15th.  height.  6ft.  2in.  (188cm.).  body  modifications.  ear  piercings,  a  random  variety  of  small  tattoos  all  over.  reputation.  generally  negative:  known  to  start—and  finish—fights.  spoken  languages.  english.  family  tree.  travis  lancaster  (father,  absent),  jolene  lancaster  (mother),  cassie  lancaster  (younger  sister).

personality  !

he's  almost  as  reckless  as  the  tabloids  make  him  out  to  be:  brash,  impulsive,  seemingly  allergic  to  authority.  he  lives  for  adrenaline  but  avoids  emotional  vulnerability  like  it's  the  plague.  dean's  intensely  private  about  anything  that  actually  matters  (this  doesn't  include  very  many  things),  and  tries  to  lead  a  secretive  life  when  he  can.  despite  his  hot-headed  reputation  and  the  bad  press,  those  close  to  him  know  he's  fiercely  loyal  and,  frustratingly,  more  self-aware  than  he  lets  on.  he  has  no  real  interest  in  saving  face,  and  is  really  only  interested  in  staying  untouchable  emotionally,  professionally,  and  personally.

history  !

mentions:  absent  parent.

born  and  raised  in  a  trailer  park  just  outside  of  bakersfield,  california,  the  oldest  child  in  a  tight,  chaotic  household.  his  father  bailed  when  dean  was  nine.  his  mother  worked  two  jobs  and  held  the  family  together.   

dean  grew  up  fast—taking  car  of  his  siblings  and  mother,  skipping  school,  picking  fights  with  anyone  who  disrespected  his  family  or  the  place  he  came  from.  authority  never  meant  much  to  him,  especially  when  it  never  did  anything  for  him.  started  doing  dumb,  dangerous  stunts  as  a  teenager:  anything  from  bike  stunts  to  throwing  punches.  barely  had  the  grades  and  attendance  records  to  graduate,  but  managed  it  anyway.

moved  to  los  angeles  at  eighteen  with  nothing  but  a  busted  motorcycle  and  a  vague  plan  to  ‘make  it.’  couch-surfed,  scraped  by  on  odd  jobs,  and  eventually  landed  his  first  stunt  gig  after  doing  a  flip  off  a  hotel  balcony  into  a  pool.

got  a  reputation  for  being  volatile  and  impossible  to  insure,  but  was  damn  good  at  what  he  did,  and  that  was  enough  to  keep  getting  hired.  dean  clawed  his  way  into  the  industry  with  raw  talent  and  a  complete  disregard  for  personal  safety.  made  enemies  as  fast  as  he  made  contacts.

supports  his  family  financially,  especially  his  youngest  sister,  but  rarely  talks  about  it.  doesn't  want  credit,  just  wants  to  make  sure  they're  okay.

    .  .  .  wanted  connections  here.    .  .  .  headcanons  here.

[necrocrafter]

For the rewrite, I've been making backstories and adding to the MCD cast lore. I ended up giving them all parents and fleshing them out, so their correspondence to the canon characters personas/lifestyles/personalities make sense. So let's meet them, why don't we?

First up, we have Cassandra Ballard!

Cassandra is human and Malachi's mother

She grew up in a coastal village that was terrorized by vampires

She becomes a vampire hunter and goes on not only to eradicate the vampire nest around her village but also to handle any other vampire problems throughout Ru'aun

She eventually gets word of a very powerful and bloodthirsty vampire and goes off to hunt him down

She finds him, and they end up clashing multiple times throughout the years before eventually falling in love and having Malachi

When they lose him, they're both heartbroken and try to find their sons killer but are occupied with a war that has broken out in their region

Cassandra died being burned alive at the stake (I love Castlevania, and I'm absolutely making it everyone else's problems)

Next up, we have Cora Von Ronsenburg

As you can guess, yes, this is Nicole's mother

For some reason, Von Ronsenburg gives me roses vibes and adding the steampunk theme Scaleswind has, I think it pairs well

She's very much the strong, independent badass woman who taught Nicole how to fight

I imagine she grew up in Scaleswind and grew up around men who used to belittle her, so she grew to not only have a sharp tongue/wit but also the strength to back it up. If you press her, you must be prepared to get the same energy + more back

Lord Marius, Nicole's father, was absolutely WHIPPED for her and took her death very hard

I'm thinking she died from assassination through poisoning. It was originally for Lord Marius, but wishing to tease her husband, she had the first bite and suffered a truly horrifying death that scared the Von Ronsenburg family.

Nicole is all he has left, and he promised he'd make sure to ensure her future. He wanted to make sure she was well off and that no matter what she persuade, she'd be in such a position of power that no one could tell her otherwise because they'd have the combined might of Scaleswind AND O'Khasis.

Last but not least, we have Emali Valkrum, Travis's mother!

Emali is a mountain goat-centaur

I felt it fit with them be Enki's descendants whilst also pairing with my in universe rules for the Minecraft Mechanics/Mods + IRL Minecraft updates, which would allow goats to be on the Island.

I'm still debating if I wish to take either Nordic or Inuit inspiration, so I've gone with this outfit until I figure it out

Emali is the main defense of Enki Island to the point where it was very rare to ever see the Demon Warlocks Imps. They felt she was a blessed yet cursed woman. To keep them at bay must come at a cost.

They accepted her help and her remedies as they tended to be so potent; probably for all the battles she faced.

I think the Demon Warlock and Emali's relationship is one-sided. Emali has a personal vendetta against him paired with her self-appointed duty to keep him at bay. She loathes him yet ends up falling for him. TDW doesn't love her but is amused by her. Constantly entertaining and taunting her about her bad choices... this does eventually lead to the conception of Travis

Emali felt ashamed to have gotten pregnant and justified it as having someone with Enki's + TDW blood to continue the fight once she fell

She trained and taught Travis everything plus more. She did her best to love Travis, but also knew that her time could come at any time, so she had to be strict in Travis's teachings. After all, the times it was too dangerous to have him with her, she had to leave him alone.

One day, she went out on a hunt against TDW and never came back... leaving Travis all alone with no support system but himself to rely on...

Here are the reference poses I used to help map out everything! No, I didn't trace them, I can just look at reference pictures and draw a semi-good replica of it

[nexkoyotl]

Can we please talk about how Natalie is maternal?, like I know Shauna is the one who is the most in the whole group, but literally nobody talks about Natalie.

At first we don't see her interact with Javi too much but that makes sense, she is hooking up with his brother wich makes it weird specially because Travis "acts" as if Javi was just annoying him. But then as things with Travis get more serious and Nat realizes how much Javi means to Travis, she at first thought he was dead and was unhealthy for Travis to just keep holding to "fake hope" but when Javi is back she tries to redeem herself but not for Travis anymore but because she actually wants to do something for Javi, maybe as an apology?.

Now, we didn't see as many interactions of Javi with Nat as we did with Shauna but she still impacted him in some way because he knew how important Nat was for his brother and impacted enough for him to wanted to save her.

And of course, Natalie as many of the other suffers Javi's dead because they were part of it, Nat literally tries to justify herself with Travis, but let's put that aside, everyone that eat from him is "guilty". But Nat tried to save him, she literally was about to do it if it wasn't because of Misty, but Natalie could easily push her and get him but then she would have die, she chose herself instead of him and I don't blame her due to their situation, they were hungry and scared. But again, this doesn't mean she doesn't blame herself after since she CHOSE not to save him.

Now I don't see Natalie as the one of "I want to have kids" type, specially after how her parents were and I don't mean she is like "families are the worst is just the same" no, I mean as "I'll become one of my parents" situation, specially after Javi, chosen herself instead of the kid is something a father like hers would have done, she believes she is such a pretty shitty person that she would be a shitty mother as well. So In short I just mean that for her is more of "I don't want to hurt a kid" than "I don't want that life again".

But now we go to the "present"

Natalie has been in and out of rehab for 5 times now, of course If she consider herself a shitty person before the crash then just imagine now? So she continues this toxic path of drugs and alcohol, probably same as Travis, now idk if they ever were a couple after they were back but I'm pretty sure "settle down" wasn't really an option they consider or at least not her for what we have seen so far.

Then we get Kevyn, he was her best friend back then and I guess they like each other at some point and now he is an attractive divorced man that still likes her but he has 2 children, and when she tell this to Shauna and Tai they both are like "that sound complicated" but Natalie affirms that she doesn't care. Now, I don't think she was talking about Kevyn's ex since she has never cared about that as we see with Travis and Jackie, so I guess she talks about how she doesn't care about Kevyn having kids.

And in this scene of Mason's game she actually was enjoying before the Ptsd kicks in.

Now, where am I going with all this? Motherhood and maternity are a whole spectrum in the life of a girl, not matter how you view it, as positive or negative, it still forms a part of girlhood, and I think for Nat is more than we realize, she claims she is poison, she is selfish and that everything she touches dies but she was also the hunter, the provider, care for the younger, gived advices, protector, etc.

But what do you guys think? As I say this is a topic that has an impact in every girl's life no matter what, for me I see Natalie like this, maybe in another life, she would've had kids or just like the idea of it. (Specially since I've known a lot of people that you wouldn't think of them on wanting a family or settle down but then they have kids and are like the best kind of parents) is so sad we never got to see Nat thinking about it, she probably didn't even had the opportunity to do it, specially since she died when she was just healing.

So again, what do you guys think? Can you see what I'm trying to say or am I just crazy?

[roselyn-writing]

(for Silvyia) ✨Let's talk about OCs!✨ How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation! 🤍 Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation! 🤍

I just made this art of Selvi ✨✨❄️

Thanks for the question @averytiredbitch !

Selviya. Oh boy! Where do I even begin?

Selviya is my second lovely girl after Aliyaa. She is the sweetest gal, Literally.

Luckily, Selviya doesn’t have a complex personality, she lives by the moto ‘I treat you as thine treat me’ she is nice to the people are nice to her, and to her friends and besties only. She is mean and sassy to those who are mean and rude to her. She likes to ‘match their energy’ and ‘personality’ she is literally Usagi and Minako combined but she isn’t a cry baby. And she act silly sometimes.

As for her aesthetics. There are many, many aesthetics that fit Selviy, or I even tagged Selviya with:

Snow and winter (she loves winter) coquettecore, coquette girl. Dollcore, dolly, white colour aesthetics. It girl (that girl) make up girly. And so on.

Facts about her:

⭐️ Her name is equivalent to Sirius Star, In the Virginian language; Selviya means ‘the brightest star’ and shares alot with her namesake.

1- Selviya used to be a bounty hunter.

2- she is a Celestial Princess (just like Princess Serenity) but her name is Empress Starlight

3- she has two white ferrets (Casper and Snow)

3- She is a pure-blood Cryomancer, although her parents were never Cryomancers. (i’ll explain it later) Aliyaa had taught her magic (Telekinesis, teleportation and so on)

4- Selviya had a crush on a depressed artist: his name was Travis Wellington, he died in art gallery explosion (Moirvdonne series) I will work on that story, I swear! She eventually moved on, and now she is dating Kuai Liang.

5- Selviya’s hair glows in the dark, so she never worry about being struck in a dark place.

6- Selviya can hear people’s voices, even If they are far, far, far away from her. And their souls too.

7- she has a room full of star plushies, Stitch and even blue pokemon characters. (Bonus fact).

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: thanks to google translate and my very limited knowledge of high school french for their help this chapter 😍 i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: blood, injury, swearing, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse

Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse

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1996-

The séance was held in the attic. If you closed your eyes and breathed in deep, you could still smell the slight rot of a dead body.

“O’ keeper of this wild and hidden place…” Jackie dipped her finger into a bowl of something red, swirling it around. “We anoint ourselves with blood and earth.”

She draws an X on Shauna’s forehead, who has a piece of cloth wrapped around her face, and is holding the hunting knife by a string tied to it.

Jackie turns back around with a chipper smile, an X already drawn on her forehead.

“Here,” she says, handing it to Travis. He looks at the metal bowl, shooting her a look. “It’s just dirt and deer blood. Class witch recipe. Relax.”

He takes the bowl and marks a X to his forehead, before handing it to Natalie, who doesn’t even notice he’s handing it to her because she’s too busy staring at you.

You could feel her eyes on your back the entire walk back, and you can feel them on you now.

Jackie breathes out, sitting down, wiping her bloody finger onto the cabin floor. She raises her hands up, and Misty, who you’ve ended up next to, does as well.

The rest of the girls shuffle around with passing the bowl of blood, still besides.

“O spirit, we offer our sister as your instrument. Come to us and speak your peace.”

“It is I, Jacques,” Shauna says. A few of the girls laugh at her light monotone voice. She clears her throat. “Jacques,” she says, her voice deeper, earning more laughs. “Ask your questions. The pendulum will answer them.”

“Okay,” Van says, passing off the bowl of blood and clearing her throat, raising her hands out, palms to the sky. “Dear dead hunter guy… did O.J. do it?”

You and the other girls laugh, and you smile, grabbing the bowl of blood from Misty. You dip your finger in, looking at the bright red rippling.

“Come on, you guys, serious questions.”

“The veil is thin between our two worlds,” Shauna- or Jacques- confirms.

You tap your finger against the side of the bowl, watching the excess blood fly off, before lifting it back up to your forehead. Your eye’s meet Natalie’s.

You inhale and draw the X, handing the bowl off to the girl next to you.

“Ask what is in your heart,” Shauna says.

“Okay,” Mark says, holding her hands out and closing her eyes. “Is Principal Berzonsky screwing Ms. DeWine?”

The girls laugh before turning to Shauna and the pendulum. It spins in a circle, and a few of the girls gasp.

“It is certain,” Shauna smiles.

“Hunter guy, if we hadn’t crashed, would we have won Nationals?” Akilah asks.

The knife swings back in forth, and the girls start booing and laughing.

A few more questions go by, all making you laugh and forget about everything that happened earlier that day.

“They’re obviously fake,” Nat says. The conversation had steered towards Christie Caper’s boobs. “You really need a ghost to tell you that?”

“You think?” Mari asks, as Javi comes upstairs and sits between Nat and Travis. “But who would have paid for them? Her parents?”

“I think they got divorced recently. It could have been guilt money.”

“Well that’s just creepy,” Mari replies to Van.

A small smile crosses Van’s face. “‘Well, honey, your mom and I are splitting up but don’t worry, ‘cause your tits are gonna look amazing!’”

“Okay, guys, guys, focus,” Jackie says through the laughter. “Next question.”

Misty raises her hand, and Jackie motions for her to go. She looks around the circle excitedly, before closing her eyes.

“Dear spirit, I need to know the truth. Does the person I like like me back?” A few of the girls coo, and you can’t help but smile at her, trying not to look at Natalie.

The pendulum spins in a circle, and a few of the girls whoop and whistle, applauding Misty.

“Okay, next question?”

Javi raises his hand and Jackie nods.

“Are we all gonna die out here?”

The circle becomes silent.

The knife starts spinning.

“Okay, an eight?” Van asks, shuffling slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not an eight, it’s an infinity,” Mari says.

“Yeah, okay, Aristotle.”

Lottie screeches at the top of her lungs. Everyone jumps back and the window swings open, the candles all going out, the attic turning dark. More screaming fills the cabin, and you realize one of the screams is yours.

“Who has the matches?” Jackie shouts.

Someone closes the window. Your back is nearly pressed against the wall, huddled into the corner.

A few of the girls crowd around Lottie while she pants and sobs.

“Guys, somethings really wrong with her,” Van says, holding onto Lottie’s shoulder, who lets out another scream.

“What’s happening?” someone shrieks.

“It wants… it wants…” Lottie cries.

“Misty, what do we do?” Van shouts.

“It wants!”

“Lottie, I swear to God, if you’re fucking with us-”

“I thinks she’s, like, possessed!” Akilah shouts back.

“Lottie. Lottie, Lottie, sweetie,” Shauna says. “What’s going on? What is ‘it’?”

“More like what does ‘it’ want?”

“Hungry,” she cries. “Hungry.”

She starts laughing cackling, a shiver rips across your spine, and you almost scream when someone places their hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Natalie. “Are- are you okay-?”

“Shh,” Lottie says, grabbing onto Shauna. “It’s in you already.” Shauna bats her away and stands up.

“Lottie. This isn’t a game,” Tai says like she’s scolding her. But the more you look at her, the more you watch her, the more you think she’s not faking.

Lottie sits up straight.

She starts speaking in something that’s not English.

You grab Natalie’s hand, the one that’s still on your shoulder, and she squeezes, still looking with wide eyes at Lottie.

“Is that French?” someone asks, and you listen closer. “Since when does Lottie speak French?”

“Jackie, w-wasn’t she in your class?”

“Yeah, but she sucks at French!”

Lottie is speaking French. You let go of Natalie’s hand and take a step forward, trying to listen, even when Nat tugs on you and says your name.

“Well, what’s she saying?”

“I don’t know! I suck at French, too!”

“Damn it, Jackie, try not to!”

“Ça veut du sang,” Lottie keeps repeating, over and over.

“It wants blood,” you mutter to yourself, as Jackie tries in vain to translate Lottie’s hurried sentences, one after another, blending together.

“Uh, uh, it wants!” Jackie yells after a moment. “What? What does it want?”

“God, Jackie!” you shout, walking over to Lottie and crouching in front of her. “It wants blood! It wants blood! Have you never paid any attention to Madame?!”

“Blood?!” Jackie yells.

“Not the word I want to be hearing right now,” someone shouts.

“Lottie, what? What else? Uh- pourqoui, Lottie? Pourquoi veut-il du sang? Why does it want blood?!”

She stands up and turns around, facing that one lonely attic window, staring out into it.

“Ici,” she pants. “Ici, ici,”

“Here!” you shout, trying to work up the courage to go up to Lottie again. “She’s saying ‘here’!”

“There’s blood where, Lottie?” Van shouts, before tugging on your arm. “Translate that!”

“Fuck, uh, où y a-t-il du sang?”

“Why are you encouraging her, Van?” Tai shouts.

Lottie doesn’t answer.

“Blood here? Or out there?” Van shouts.

“Ici? Là-bas?” you shout. “Where, Lottie? Where?!”

“You must spill blood,” she whispers finally, and it’s not in French anymore. “Or else…”

“Or else what, Lottie?!”

Then, she throws her head back, rearing up, and plunges her head right through the glass of the window.

You scream. It’s all you can think to do this moment, but you’re not even thinking- it’s all you can do.

When Lottie turns back around, blood falls down her forehead, dripping past her nose. She raises her hand to the space in between her eyebrows, and looks at her fingers, which come away slick with blood.

She starts wailing.

The girls help her to the floor, and she just keeps wailing and wailing, screaming like banshee, and all you can do is stand there and try not to scream as well.

“The power of Christ compels you!” Laura Lee shouts, running past you with a Bible in her hands. “Begone, Satan! Lottie! Lottie, stop!”

Then, just when it seems like Lottie will just scream and wail forever, Laura Lee throws the Bible at her.

The wailing stops.

“Ow!” she shouts. “What the hell, Laura Lee?”

“Seriously?” Mari asks. “What the motherfuck just happened?”

All you can do is stand there, looking at the blood falling down Lottie’s face, the memory of her screams ringing around in your head.

—-

“Do we think it’s still up there?”

The subject of the seance and the attic had become taboo in the last hour. After cleaning Lottie’s wound and letting her go off to bed- everyone had tried to get to bed themselves. But all of you were thinking it. Akilah had just said it first.

“You all need to stop,” Taissa hissed, sitting up. “There’s nothing up there. Lottie’s been acting weird for weeks.”

A small snore came from the cot Lottie was sleeping on.

You can’t help but sit up as well. “I don’t mean to, like, freak anyone out but- I once overheard Lottie say she was close to failing French. I don’t- l don’t think she knows how to say what she said.”

Taissa cuts you a death glare. But the rest of the girls remain silent.

“Fine,” she spits, grabbing her blanket and pillow and standing up. “I’ll prove it.”

“You’re gonna sleep up there?” someone asks.

“That’s right. Who’s with me?”

You lay back down on your bed, listening to Laura Lee’s prayers.

“Fine. More room for me then,” Taissa says, and you listne to her footsteps going towards the attic, then up the ladder.

Laura Lee keeps praying.

Eventually, Shauna and Jackie start whispering, and Shauna ends up going to the attic as well.

You sigh, and try to go to bed, the fire dying down, the room becoming shrouded in darkness.

Someone taps your shoulder.

Your makeshift bed was still next to Natalie’s, a remnant of when you were just friends, and maybe if you weren’t so drained from the seance, you would have moved to another spot.

“Y/N.” You pretend you’re asleep, you can’t face her, not yet, not right now. She shakes you. “Turn around, please.”

You stay silent, trying to control your breathing, scared of everything that could happen.

She exhales. “I know you’re not asleep. C’mon.” She tugs on your arm, and unwillingly, you roll over, shifting so there’s still space between you, staring at her.

“What?” your voice doesn’t come out quite as firm as you want it to. You sound like a child trying to hide the fact they’re crying.

“Are you okay? After tonight? I mean, you were like right in front of her, being really smart and shit, but- still.”

Your shoulders relax, and you wish that they didn’t.

“‘M fine, yeah.”

She smiles lightly, awkwardly, and you feel bad that you’ve caused all this weirdness between the two of you.

“Hey, I- I know its fucked up, but, can we talk?”

“Natalie, I’m tired-”

She leans forward and brushes her lips against yours.

She closes her eyes, but you’re left shocked, your eyes wide open, your lips parted, hers pressed hard against yours, not even a kiss, like she just wants to say that she did it, check a box. She’s just pressing her lips to yours, and your stomach flips and turns because you love it.

She pulls back, and takes a breath, so you can feel it on your skin.

“Sorry. For that. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you-”

All you can do is stare at her.

You can hear sirens go off in your mind, screaming danger, danger at every turn. This could all crash and burn like everything else that’s happened in these past few weeks- but maybe Natalie is just a single speck of violence in a world full of it, and maybe having someone on your side, someone with you, is just want you need.

Just what you want.

Not just someone to protect you, to be with, but you want her.

You’ve spent so long in these woods denying it because you were scared of losing her, of losing your friendship- but after tonight? The worst has already happened to you. You didn’t choose it. You’ve already been plagued with violence and this time- you want to choose it. You want to choose her.

You choose her, and press your lips against hers, violence in a world of violence, and don’t pull away until you’ve completely sunk into her, into her ultraviolence.

Loving her is violence, but you’re choosing it, and this violence feels like love.

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[redheadspark]

Can I request some smut with Jack Russell × Reader that they try for a baby, please?

P.S. I love your writing so much!!! xoxo

A/N - YAS! Sorry for not writing this sooner, I briefly had a minor mental breakdown, but now I'm back to writing! It'll be nice and short, I hope you like it

Try

Summary - Jack is never afraid to try anything, including giving you a baby.

Warnings - SMUT! 18+, No minors allowed in this one!

Your breathing was slowly coming back from gasping for air, gasping to come back to reality after living out the intense high that you were feeling. Eyes still closed, hair askew all over your pillow and along the cool cotton sheet below you, sweat gathering along your skin. Your senses were on fire and heightened, yet the one thing that was grounded and keeping you connected to reality around you was the pair of lips along your skin and calloused fingers along your bare hips and thighs. Salt and pepper hair ticking your chin and cheeks, stubble touching the underside of your jaw, and a warm body against your own.

"Amor.....oh Amor, you'll be the death of me,"

You grinned and finally opened your eyes lazily to see the man perched above you, watching you with love and a hint of alluring lust in his bright eyes. His own body language was still filled with electricity, sweat along his forehead with his hair plastered there along his skin, he too was gasping for air and yet sounding as if he could go again. Maybe he could, since this was your third time cumming that night.

Your husband, werewold and monster hunter Jack Russel, brought it up actually.

You two were visiting your best friend's house earlier that day, your best friend Emily from college just having a baby and was finally letting friends and distinct family come see her newborn son. You were itching to see her and to meet your new "Nephew", getting a massive shock when you arrived at her house that you were now his Godmother. Such a massive title and responsibility was now on your shoulders, but you took it in stride as she handed her son over to you. You were instantly in love with your Godson, inheriting his mother's light hair and his father's cheeks.

As you were tending to the baby, Jack was chatting with Emily and her husband Travis, catching up with Travis on their careers and what was coming up next in your travels. You were rocking newborn Aiden gently as he slept, content on soaking up some time with him and simply enjoying the newborn in your embrace. Yet you never saw Jack out of the corner of your eye watching you grin and hum to Aiden, a smile on his lips and his heart swelling with the sight of his wife holding a baby.

When you two made it home after another hour of visiting, Jack immediately wrapped you in his arms and peppered you with kisses. You thought he was simply being coy, Jack was always affectionate and willing to love on you when you two were alone. It was a sweet side of him that you never wished to diminish. The way he held you close as you were against the counter, about to make dinner, it made you grin widely as he was behind you and pressing kiss after kiss along your shoulders and neck.

"I want one," he said against your skin, you leaning against him as your fingers were interlaced on the countertop.

"Do you?" You asked coyly, though he grinned against your neck as he kissed it softly as a teasing gesture, "And here I thought we were going to wait and take our time together. That was the plan right....mmph,"

His half-hard cock was along your ass, rubbing against you as he licked your neck lightly and you almost collapsed from the touch.

"Maybe I had a change of heart after seeing you hold that little one...picturing in my mind you carrying our own little one and us being parents," Jack whispered against your ear as he kept rotating his hips against your backside, your mind going fuzzy, "I think we should try, Amor,"

"T-try?" You asked in a squeak as his spare hand snuck to the front of your jeans to pop the button open, letting his fingers sneak under the jeans and against your panties to feel how warm you were. You moan, Jack chuckling from hearing you crumble.

"Trying for a baby is the best part, isn't it?" Jack hummed against your neck, "Plus...I think I'm a bit rusty. So what do you say, Amor? Wanna try for a baby?"

"God yes," You sighed, Jack turning you around and kissing you hotly against the counter as you were leaning into him. Your mind was running so fast, thinking only about Jack and being this close to him. It wasn't that you two never had sex, your sex life was quite healthy and a bit active. But this new side of Jack, almost primal and organic, was making you feel that drive too as he hoisted you up and planted you on the countertop.

You yelped, sitting on the countertop as he hastily stripped your jeans off your legs to throw them behind you while he sunk to his knees. You were in a daze, seeing this dominant side of Jack as he caressed your bare thighs and saw the light purple panties that were right in front of him.

"I don't think I can't wait, my love," he growled, kissing up your thighs and having you tremble and try to grasp onto something on the kitchen counter, knowing you could turn into jello from how he was making you feel, "But I wanna get you ready first."

He paused between your legs, looking up at you with his nose barely touching your panties and feeling how wet you were getting as his bright eyes were looking at you as if he was a predator about to pounce. You lost your breath for a long moment, seeing Jack on his knees in both a submissive and dominant way.

"Hang onto something," he softly commanded you. Then within a second, he pushed your panties to the side and dived into your legs, having your moan out loud in your empty home.

That was just the beginning.

"We've been going at it for hours, baby," You said to Jack as he wrapped you in his arms, you both still bare under the cool sheets and yet running hot with the open window nearby to help take down the heat in the room. The room alone smelled of sweat and sex, plenty of water bottles that were empty scattered along the floor with your clothes and lingerie as Jack caressed your belly gently with the tips of his fingers.

"Can't help it," Jack mumbled along your lips as you grinned, "The thought of you with a round belly, becoming a mother with my child, had me feeling hot all over,"

"You're downright sexy talking like that with me," You hummed, feeling his hands touch your bare chest all over to get you worked up all over again, "You've always seemed to have a higher adrenaline than me,"

"It's my wolf side, the side you like apparently," Jack teased as he licked his lips, "Plus, I wanna make sure I got you pregnant tonight,"

"After the first two times on the living room floor, I think it's safe to say I am," You reassured him as he nuzzled your noses together. Jack kissed you hotly, building up that heat again as he made your thighs part once more. Reached down to pump his cock again between the pair of you.

"Can't be too careful though, can we?" He asked in a tease, then having you lean back in the back as he pressed the head of his cock against the folds of your already sensitive and swollen pussy, "I wanna try one more time, baby. Please let me? I wanna really make sure we're gonna be a mommy and daddy after tonight,"

Mewling, you nodded your head, thinking of nothing better. You two loved each other fiercely and with no hesitation, for as long as you two wee together there was no doubt that you two were an item. Jack showed it in his kindness to you, in his actions as a gentleman, and in bed when he would take you apart in the best ways.

You both talked about having kids in the past, children will be in your future. Jack wanted to be a dad as much as you wanted to be a mom, and you both decided to wait on that chapter until you both felt it was right. So maybe it was finally right, and instead of being hesitant about it, you were going toward it in the best way.

And as he sunk into you again, you moaned and whimpered in relief as he rolled his hips deeply and intimately, The mood of love was still in the air for the pair of you as you both orgasmed two more times before finally calling it quits.

3 months later, Jack finally got his wish as you gave him the positive pregnancy test.

The End

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Somewhere in the End We're All Insane (M, WIP) by GalacticRodeo

Fandom: The Quarry

Ship: Ryan/Dylan, Laura/Max

“We.. we have to go back. We’re the only people that can stop this.” “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Dylan interjected. “You can’t possibly be serious.” When evidence is found that werewolves have returned to North Kill, there are only eleven people that know how to stop it. Unfortunately for Travis Hackett, that means having to enlist the help of Laura and Max to convince seven traumatized kids to come back to Hackett’s Quarry.

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Tags: The Hacketteers become werewolf hunters? Kind Of, Slow Burn Ryan/Dylan, Action and Adventure, Cannon-Typical Violence, Reluctant Parent Travis Hackett

Notes: This is my biggest undertaking as it branches out of just romance and it includes a lot of action and adventure as well as lore. I