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Control - Coriolanus Snow, act i.

“Dulce puella malum est” / “Woman is a sweet poison" -Ovid

synopsis: A handsome young congressman catches your eye. After your one-night stand, your paths soon cross once more and it turns out he holds more power over your future than you thought.

warnings: smut, relatively vanilla, reader has mommy issues, somewhat ooc Coriolanus cause canon Snow has 0 rizz, a little misogyny if you squint (?), more to come in act ii. no use of y/n.

this can be read as a standalone.

author’s note: hopefully you guys don’t mind the difference in format compared to AdVS, I tried to make this less rushed and bare-bones 🫶🏻

I can’t believe I just used the word rizz. I’m so sorry.

(side note: I've no idea if there's any such thing as congress in Panem, but fuck it, I say he's gotta put in a little work before he becomes president)

red text - Snow's thoughts, pink text - reader's thoughts

act ii

He’d met you at some dull fundraiser gala. In your little pale pink dress, you’d immediately stood out from the crowd. There was something so innocent about your appearance, with your glossy pink lips and subtle eyeliner, the modest but luscious braid your hair had been done into. You looked ethereal - nothing like the other women of the Capitol, in their over-the-top vibrant coloured hair and their tacky avant-garde dresses.

Avantgarde - what a pretentious word. Trashy and conceited would be more accurate, although such taunts were better left to the districts.

Oh, and those striking eyes which he soon realised were looking right at him.

You weren’t ashamed to be caught staring, that much he could tell by the look on your face. He found himself intrigued by the contrast - your girlishly charming getup paired with the almost flirtatious hint in your eyes as you smiled at him. No, coquettish was more fitting a choice to describe the way you carried yourself - you were just demure enough to give off the impression that you simply didn’t realise the effect your presence must’ve had on most men you encountered.

You were delighted as you watched him make his way over to you, stretching out his hand and introducing himself. Like a moth to a flame. You eagerly accepted, your perfectly manicured hand so very soft and light in his. No ring on your finger - he counted that as a win.

He quickly recognised your last name. You were no one important, that much he knew, but there was something so enticing about you. Something so intoxicating about your presence.

You on the other hand instantly recognised him from your days back at the Academy. Coriolanus Snow, professor Click’s star pupil. He was two years older than you, but rumours of his academic prowess, and of course, what happened to him after graduation, still circulated around the school by the time you yourself had been a senior. He was quite the enigma - he’d disappeared for an entire summer and returned a changed man, one cold and hungring for power that, as the heir to the Plinth fortune and the protege of the terrifying doctor Gaul herself, was well within his reach. He’d already begun climbing the social ladder too - last year he’d been appointed a seat in congress.

Many of your friends had harboured a crush on him, but he’d never allowed anyone to get close enough to take the plunge. Not even girls his own age, as far as you knew.

Even after graduating, and his brief disappearance from high society, you would’ve recognised that head of majestic blonde hair anywhere. He was tall and lean, of which the former was rare among those who’d grown up during the dark days. In his perfectly fitted black suit, crisp white button-down and burgundy tie, he practically embodied power; the fresh ideals and ambitions of this generation personified.

After a few dances and drinks shared, you had ended up in the back of his car, making surprisingly casual conversation about a new policy he’d put forth the other week. You could care less, but the effect it could have on your taxes gave you reason enough to feign interest. Besides - he could be a good friend to have in the future, if he continued down his path towards becoming a prominent politician like he always wanted. It wouldn’t hurt for him to think you were actually interested in his line of work.

“Tell me, your last name - I don’t recognise it. What does your family do exactly?” He inquires.

You’re somewhat caught off guard by the question.

Was it that obvious that you didn’t care for or know anything beyond the basics about this topic? Was he trying to spare you the humiliation of continuing the conversation by changing the subject?

Trying to pull yourself back together, you swallow the lump in your throat and look up at him. No man or boy had affected you in this way since you were in middle school, and it both frightened and intrigued you.

Pull yourself together.

“Oh, my parents own one of the biggest shares in district 4’s fishing industry. But where we make the real money from is the pearls gathered from the clam digging. Naturally they’re shipped off to district 1 for jewellery production and the likes, but we earn a decent cut from it.” You explain, a smooth and nonchalant tone to your voice, despite the nervous wreck that you were under his scrutiny. It was a good thing you’d learned to conceal your emotions early on - but clearly, so had he. You could tell he wasn’t quite buying your indifferent-heiress act.

“My parents keep trying to groom my incompetent little brother to become the heir, though. Shame.” You sigh, wanting to take his mind off of your possible faux pas.

He gives an understanding nod, his hand caressing the skin just above your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, I must be boring you with all this talk of politics. Let’s not talk about that now.” His voice drops just the slightest bit lower, and the look on his face sends a jolt of excitement straight down your spine, before landing right between your legs.

“I may not be as knowledgeable as you, but don’t you think I’ve an interest in politics too, hm? It does concern my life and future as well. Especially all those bills and reforms being put forth as of late that’ll impact the family business.” You retort, although keeping your tone playful, which earns you a bemused glint in his icy blue eyes. He takes a couple seconds to consider his answer before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Well I’m sure you do. But really, a sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to worry about that. At least, tonight you won’t have to, if you’ll let me.. take your mind off things.” He suggests, leaning closer as his gaze falls on your lips, thumb caressing your chin.

His playfully dismissive tone, the way he sabotages any attempt at proving yourself, everything about him is so very demeaning and arrogant. You want to hate it, you do hate it, the way he makes you feel like you’re no longer in control, but something about his attitude has you weak in the knees. Perhaps it’s the posca, or the way his slender thumb drags across your bottom lip that’s keeping you from thinking straight.

“I do, I do need to worry about that, I’ve a stake in our earnings too,” You say softly, close to a whisper, followed by a few moments of silence as the two of you gaze at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. You certainly don’t plan on blinking first. “But maybe, just for tonight..” You whisper almost inaudibly, allowing your voice to trail off.

Against your better judgement you find yourself leaning in, inviting him to kiss you. And so he does. His warm lips crash onto yours, smearing the remainders of your pink gloss even more, his knee nestling its way in between your thighs within a manner of minutes.

You gasp softly as he makes contact with your clothed mound, gently pushing him away. You flash him a kittenish grin, hand lingering on his chest.

“Shouldn’t we wait until we get to your apartment? It would be quite the scandal if you were caught getting it on with a stranger in the backseat of your vehicle..” You allow your hand to glide lower, keeping eye contact as it dips all the way down to his belt. You hear his breath hitch in his throat, and some of your usual confidence returns at the confirmation that he wants you just as bad.

“Well you’re not making it easy for me, dove.” He breathes out as he rests his forehead against yours, looking about as eager to rip your clothes off as you were his. “I’m very sorry then, congressman Snow. But surely a man of your standing ought to have some more self-control?” You tease, managing to elicit a breathy chuckle from him.

He soon pulls away, much to your disappointment. “I suppose so. We’re almost at my apartment, fortunately.” He wipes some smudged lipgloss from your chin with his thumb, before he presses a button on the inside of the car door right next to you to roll up the thick opaque partition previously separating the back from his driver, sat in the front seat.

After giving the man the rest of the night off, he quickly ushers you out of the car and towards the entrance of one of those flashy new apartment buildings in the city circle. Your flat on Scholars road, which you’d intended to sell ever since you graduated university last year, paled in comparison.

Even the foyer reeked of opulence and excess-everything. The marble stairs were lined with gilded railings, as was the elevator he so swiftly escorted you into. You obliged, and it didn’t take long for him to have you pressed against the wall whilst he trailed hot kisses down your neck.

You were only brought out of your daze when the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal a lavish penthouse, somewhat resembling the apartment your parents had recently purchased in one of the remodelled Corso buildings.

You've only barely taken your coat off when he swoops you up, which causes you to let out a surprised squeal as he begins to carry you towards what you can only assume is the master bedroom. He courteously places you down on the ground again, starting to undo his waistcoat as you unzip your gown and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

He looks up at you through hazy eyes, blown wide with lust, stopping his efforts to unbutton his shirt when he sees your naked form.

Closing the gap between you, his hand delicately encircles your waist as the other caresses your cheek. "I wasn't expecting such an indecent choice of underwear paired with a pretty dress like that.." He murmurs onto your lips, ensnaring you in a cloud of lust and the nearly overwhelming scent of roses as his tongue slips past your lips, hands working behind your back to unclasp your lacy black and pink bra.

It doesn't take long until you're both on his bed, your back pressed against his chest and his hand down your flimsy panties. His mouth trails hickeys and love bites down your exposed neck as one of his long, slender fingers pumps in and out of your sopping wet cunt. "Dirty little thing aren't you? Spreading your legs so easily for me.." He rasps against the shell of your ear, relishing the way your walls clamp down on his lone digit. "Needy too, I see," He chuckles, easily adding a second finger although receiving only a whimper in response.

You whine at the stretch, thighs tremoring underneath him. With his fervent attacks on all the things that have you weak in the knees, you’re unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure. Just this once, you allow him to indulge you. Heat starts to build in your stomach as his pace quickens.

“Quite shameful of you to sleep with a man you just met, isn’t it?” He whispers in your ear, his voice husky and roguish. Your cheeks flush bright red at the thought, knowing your family would hardly approve, and neither would the public.

The last few months your father had been trying to set you up with the heir to a family who made their money manufacturing luxury furniture out of all things; truly second-rate. You’d always been ambitious, even if you’d never been particularly keen on pursuing a career - you knew you could do better, that you could truly marry up and attain the life of luxury and leisure your mother wanted for you, but he wouldn’t listen to either of you. If this got out though, he’d be both furious and humiliated, no matter how many times you’d already told him that you intended to do better for yourself.

Wasn’t that what you were doing anyways? This was a matter of securing a match, a potential betrothal to a man who could easily give you everything you wanted. Yes, that was it. This wasn’t just some shameful rendezvous - if Coriolanus himself saw it that way, you’d make sure he came around one way or another.

“Please, stop teasing,” you manage to mewl out, though it seems to have no effect other than to amuse him.

“What makes you think I’m teasing? Just be good for me and let me work this pretty pussy open.. Wouldn't want it to hurt for you later on, yeah?” He almost grunts in your ear when you clamp down tighter in response, his fingers coated in your slick as he pumps them in and out.

“Look at that sopping wet pussy, hmm? Must’ve been a long time since a man last made you feel this good.” He curses lowly under his breath, carefully sliding a third finger inside, hushing you as you whine at the intrusion.

(He was right- it had, but he didn’t need to know that. You already felt powerless enough as is.)

“Doing so good for me.” He tilts your head back to give you a gentle kiss, in stark contrast to his unrelenting ministrations, although his soft lips manage to soak up most of your muffled cries.

Finally he seems to decide it’s enough, just as you’re nearing your orgasm, making his sudden retreat particularly frustrating. Nevertheless you eagerly oblige him as he manoeuvres you onto your back, only pulling back to give himself space to fully undress.

You watch with anticipation as he undoes the rest of his shirt buttons, discarding the garment at the foot end of the bed before moving onto his pants. He gestures towards your pushed-aside panties as he undoes his trousers.

“You gonna take those off, dove? Or do I have to do everything myself?” He gibes, and your cheeks flush red as you hurry to lift your hips up and pull down your undies.

When you look back up your words get caught in your throat, eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him palming his cock, already having discarded his dress pants and boxers on the ground. He’s bigger than you thought. The shaft is fairly girthy and just a little darker than the pale complexion on the rest of his body, the tip a reddish pink and beaded with precum. There’s a tidy patch of blonde hair at his base, just a shade or two darker than his platinum locks. You didn’t realise that was his natural hair colour.

“That’s better.” He groans softly at the sight of your now bare slit, still slick with your own juices and practically begging to be touched. “C’mon, spread your legs a little wider for me.” He taps at your thigh, and you swallow thickly as you do so. You’re certainly no virgin, but so far he’s the biggest you’ve seen. At least he didn’t ask me to suck it, you think to yourself.

His smug grin grows even wider when you wordlessly obey him, positioning himself on top of you and starting to rub the head of his cock slowly, teasingly up and down your puffy folds. One hand on his shaft, the other next to your head.

You let out a low moan as his tip catches on your swollen clit, which causes him to glance up at your flustered face. “Oh, I won’t tease you any more. I’m sorry baby.” He coos at you, voice dripping with faux empathy. You don’t get much time to think about it though, as he soon places his tip at your soaked entrance, giving a firm thrust that already manages to nestle his cock about half as deep as your body would allow. He groans at the feeling, followed by a nearly inaudible gasp as he feels the ring of muscle squeezing his cock.

He lets out a soft chuckle, leaning down to press his forehead against yours as he grabs your ankles and lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. You humour him, heels digging into his back as you cling onto his muscled torso. His dominant hand reclaims its place beside your head whilst the other glides down lower to grasp at your hip, holding you in place so that he can continue without interruptions.

Already knowing it’ll be a tight fit, he goes slow in sliding himself all the way in, which you’re much grateful for. The stretch is already enough to make your eyes water. Finally he bottoms out, the two of you releasing a moan in unison when his tip collides with your cervix. Yours of relief, his of frustration.

There’s still another inch or two to go, but he’ll have to work on that over time.

Seeing that pitifully doe-eyed look on your face, your glassy eyes and wobbly bottom lip, he leans in to give you a gentle kiss, his hand leaving your waist to instead caress your rosy cheek, soothing you as best as he could. “Taking it so well for me, mkay? Just stay still and let me do the work, pretty girl.” He mumbles onto your lips, his mouth soaking up your moans as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, staying true to his word and thoroughly working your pussy open.

Your hands relent their position clutching the bedsheets beneath you, instead taking their place at the back of his neck in a surprisingly intimate moment, which he in turn welcomes with initiating a more enthusiastic kiss. After a couple more thrusts he starts to grow impatient, and so he experimentally tries to coax himself deeper, but you only whine and press your hands to his pelvis in response, so he backs off.

You pull away slightly, giving yourself enough room to speak. “Too much, ‘s too deep,” you sniffle, internally scolding yourself for already allowing him to get you in such a sordid, outright pitiful state.

Coriolanus on the other hand seems pleased with himself, swiping at your tear-stained cheeks with his thumb. “I’m sorry, dove. I’ll go easy on you,” He lies, giving you a reassuring kiss on the forehead. Even in your fuzzy-headed, wrecked state, you think you can make out a sliver of empathy in his eyes. Perhaps even affection.

And yet it wasn't long before he was thrusting in and out of you again at a slowly but surely accelerating pace, just barely grazing your cervix with each thrust, enough to keep you on edge without explicitly breaking his promise. With the few brain cells left that aren't entirely consumed by him - his scent, the feeling of his hands on you, his dick pumping in and out so expertly, his arched brows furrowed in concentration, everything about him - you manage to preserve some semblance of dignity, biting back all the pleas you wanted to make. This small action is enough to give you the - albeit not very convincing - illusion of control.

You watch as his lips purse in dissatisfaction, immediately turning inwards to try and figure out what you've done wrong. But before you can dig any deeper, he's pulling back and straightening his back, his knees planted firmly on the mattress beneath you. His arms make quick work of untangling your legs from around his waist, instead pressing your knees to your chest and holding you in place with his large, pale hands.

The new position leaves you feeling so exposed and vulnerable in a way you'd never allowed yourself to before. Your mother's warnings not to let any man, especially no stranger, take control of you were always at the back of your head during your previous trysts, eating away at your already barren arousal. But with him, with this near stranger, everything was different. The foreignness of it all scared you, but not enough to fight off the nearly overwhelming pleasure that each of his unrelenting thrusts brought you. Each time the head of his cock brushes against that spongy spot deep inside of you, it sends a jolt of pleasure through you, more often than not accompanied by a raspy moan or a sharp inhale.

With this new angle, everything he does feels so much filthier, with that smug smile on his face as he stares down at you, observing your flustered, contorted form. All at his hands. You were entirely his to do with as he pleased, his in every sense of the word, even if just for tonight. You knew you'd regret this moment of treacherous pleasure and intimacy by sunrise, but in this very moment, you couldn't help but enjoy it. Being completely at his mercy.

Before you knew it you could feel your orgasm approaching. As if able to read your mind, Coriolanus repositioned his left forearm to stretch across the back of your knees, allowing him to use his free hand to fervently rub at your previously neglected clit. A gasp that quickly morphed into a throaty moan escaped your lips, although his mouth soon latched onto yours again, muffling the lewd sounds coming from your mouth.

Your hips buck up against his touch, walls clenching him tighter as you rapidly approach your climax. Your hands claw at his shoulder blades as he keeps pistoning in and out of you, groaning frequently into your mouth. You can tell he's getting closer too by the sudden lack of precision in his movements, which you take great delight in.

Thank god it's a safe day today.

Just a couple moments later you go over the edge, your cunt spasming and gripping at his member like a vice as you cum hard. In this moment you're grateful for his aggressive kiss, as it manages to stifle the guttural moan ripped from your throat somewhat.

He soon follows suit. Releasing an animalistic groan into your mouth he shoves himself in all the way to the hilt, where his spend spills from his throbbing tip, revelling in the way you squeeze him even tighter in response to the deep penetration.

Finally, as you're both slowly coming down from your highs, he breaks the kiss and retreats, his eyes fixed on your groin as he slowly pulls out, watching as your lips cling onto his shaft.

It's like you're trying to suck him back in.

He slumps back next to you on the bed, and you both lay there for a few minutes catching your breaths in awkward silence.

You're nothing short of exhausted. That was likely the most intense sex you've ever had, and consequently, one of the strongest orgasms you've ever had.

Then, finally, he informs you that he's gonna take a shower and gets up, quickly heading towards the en-suite bathroom. The last thing on your mind before you drift off to sleep is his pale, sculpted back and the fresh scratch marks you just left on it.

#banner credit: @benkeibear #tbosas fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x female!reader #smut #smut with plot #eventually #young president snow #president snow

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silly-writes · 9 months

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Heya! I just came across your content and I must let you know that the way you write the characters is very accurate and pleasing to read!! <333 Could you please write romantic headcanons for Gwen, Tyler, Harold and Cody with reader (fem or gn Idc) that is the goofy sweetheart kind? Like super fan of physical affection, sweet and super understanding and respectful of boundaries and who loves to make them smile and laugh (and who herself/themselves is always laughing and smiling).

Contestants with a silly sweetheart reader!

Omg thank you so much! I really try hard on my characterization so it makes me really happy to hear you say that :] and thank you so much for this request! I love this concept very much! Enjoy!

Gwen

Gwen probably takes a bit of warming up to the idea of someone who is just so unapologetically themselves and respectful. She almost just doesn't trust it.

It takes her a while to warm up to the physically affectionate part, but you're super intune with other people's emotions so you know better than to overstep.

She's so in awe of how you find every single one of her jokes funny, you laugh at things she didn't even think were all that funny.

You live to make her genuinely laugh, it doesn't happen that often, and since she's pretty reserved she stifles her laughter a lot.

You always tell her that it might not be so bad around you.

"You know it might be nice to hear you laugh for a change," you say in a lightly teasing manner, after you had just died of laughter over a joke she told.

"No way, I'm mysterious and quiet, remember?" She says, jokingly.

You chuckle a little more "don't tell me, you're afraid of getting smile lines like Mclane?"

She always loved to make fun of Chris with you, and she's struggling to breathe after you continue to lightly razz him.

"You don't think I'm being too nasty do you?" You asked softly after saying something that was just a little rude, even if it was Chris.

She snorts "You? I don't think you're capable of being too nasty. Or nasty at all for that matter."

The two of you pause for a moment giggling softly, as she elbows your side "maybe I am rubbing off on you just a little bit though."

Eventually she would warm up to the physical affection for sure, you just feel so safe to be around for her it's kind of hard not too.

Tyler

Tyler absolutely loves it

He loves your sunny and giggly disposition so much it makes him so happy to be around you always.

He loves physical affection too, and he loves even more than he doesn't have to be the one to start it.

I think he's probably used to being in relationships where he has to play the super manly role and do all the heavy lifting for a lot of the stuff, being the jock that he is.

But let's face it our boy is a big silly bimbo he just wants to chill and let you take the lead.

So he loves when you are super cuddly, and that you always ask to see what he likes, and that he can just be himself.

He'll laugh at every single one of your jokes, even if he doesn't get it at all.

"One sec babe, I gotta go to the bathroom," he said one day standing up from the couch

"Okay, don't fall in," You chuckle.

He laughed for a little bit until saying "I don't get it, fall into what?"

you just smile at him "don't worry about it, go do your business."

He smiles and jogs down the hall.

Harold

Harold likes to be taken seriously, surprisingly.

It's just that he's used to generally being treated like a joke, so he's really sensitive to being laughed at, something you pick up on right way.

You always make a note to make sure he really is making a joke before you laugh at anything he says, since sometimes with his past experiences it can come off (at least to him) as you tease him.

But he loves that you're always trying to make him laugh, with jokes that aren't about him, and aren't poking fun at him or his interests.

It takes him a little bit to get used to not being the butt of the joke with you, but after a while he gets it and feels much more comfortable with you.

He absolutely loves how physically affectionate you are, he is too, so it works out perfectly!

He loves holding hands with you, sometimes you'll take his hand in yours while he's talking.

He was rambling one day when you soundlessly slid your hand in his.

"What?" You chuckled softly "I was just getting invested."

"Really? You actually think this is interesting?"

You laughed a little bit and shrugged "well, duh."

He smiled at you before continuing his rant.

Cody

When I say this boy is obsessed.

He himself is always putting on his "cool boy" persona, so he very much appreciated getting to turn that side of him off when around you.

He laughs at every single one of your jokes, he thinks you're the funniest person around!

"I'm serious, you should do stand up or something," he suggests after absolutely crying laughing over a joke you told.

Despite having a very muted interest in that you smile at him "Really? You think so?"

"I do!" he really just thinks the world of you.

He likes being silly with you too, just leaning against each other, riffing off one another.

He likes that you're physically affectionate too, god please hold this boy.

He likes it best when you hold your arm around him when you walk, or when you two are talking slowly start to cuddle up against him.

You'll pretty much never hear him complain about it!

#AAA so fun to write!#thank u sm for this ask #very fufilling to me #and writing harold AND tyler?#what a treat i have been blessed with #total drama #total drama x reader #total drama imagines #fanfic #td #total drama headcanons #total drama island #td harold #td cody #td gwen #td tyler

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jewbeloved · 10 months

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Hello Hello! Could you do Craig,Kyle, Damien and Cartmen with nonverbal autistic s/o who uses communication cards? :D

Craig, Kyle, Damien, and Cartman with a autistic s/o🌈♥️♥️

Note: I'm autistic as well, but I don't use communication cards so I hope this post still seems accurate for you.

Warnings: Cartman being an asshole.

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 😐

Get yourself a man like Craig, he's such a wholesome sweet boyfriend to have. But....you might have to explain what exactly communication cards are to him.....

Once he gets the hang of it, he can respond to your saying and needs by whatever card you show him.

Need to let him know you want to use the bathroom? Just pull out a card that has something to do with "I need the toilet" and he's completely fine with you going to the bathroom, even if you both are in the middle of something.

Not everyone exactly understands your communication cards so Craig will be glad to help translate what you said if you're speaking to someone.

You gotta admit, he found this similar to sign language except the words are on cards.💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌈

Immediately researches about autism and communication cards because this boy is hella confused.

He can understand if you're not willing to speak verbal so he wouldn't mind doing the talking for you if you will let him.

I feel like Kyle would be more used to sign language so it will take some time for him to understand when you're speaking with communication cards.

He'll be able to understand completely once he gets the hang of it <3 don't worry, he's a fast learner.

He'll probably make you a hand made box to keep your communication cards in! In case you need them of course so you don't end up losing them or anything.💚💚💚💚💚

🖤 Damien Thorn 🩸

Communication cards??? what's that?

Again, this boy lives in hell for most of his life he doesn't know about these communication stuff humans use 😭 please help him out again.

So you communicate with cards that have pictures and words on them to indicate what you're saying or what you want? He's definitely writing this down so he can remember.

He'll probably steal a laptop so he can research more of this stuff on the internet so he can understand more.

Somebody steal your communication cards or judges you for how you communicate? Damien will send em right to his dad to burn in hell. Nobody disrespects his s/o like that.

Even though he doesn't understand this stuff all the way, he still tries to do everything he can to understand. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍖

Not surprisingly, but he's mean. He'd make fun of your cards and tell you that you're not in "preschool" anymore.

You'd snap or punch him afterwards but he'd whine.

He'll pretend to understand when you're trying to explain to him what communication cards are, but he's actually not listening.

Eventually sucks it up and try to understand.

He's surprisingly fully understanding what the communication cards mean after learning about them.

He won't make fun of you anymore, only if you give him cheesy poofs in return.

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE!

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bearpillowmonster · 11 days

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Transformers One Trailer

That new trailer and I have some thoughts? Surprisingly.

I don't normally watch trailers anymore and I've said why before but it basically boils down to they spoil too much too much of the time and what's the point if I'm sold anyway. Now Transformers One seems like a no-brainer, gives those fans a prequel origin sort of thing as well as an introduction for the newbies who only know the Bay and Rise and Bumblebee movies in animation no less so completely different. Then I saw the images of the designs and oh man0

It looks generic. Like I never watched Transformers Prime, it has its fans but I just do not like that art style and this started making me think of that, like it wasn't finished. I much would've preferred a 2D movie but 3D can be done, look at the War for Cybertron trilogy (which I've already talked about)

Nice and stylized, distinguished, scuffed metal, I wanna lick them. Anyways, that's a show though, it'd look good as a movie and heck, T-One looks good as a show but I don't know, is it just me? I also didn't finish the trilogy because the first one was good and I thought it'd only get better but reviews for the second one came out and they were bogus so I dropped it.

But then I watched the trailer-

And it looks better! Notice anything? They're all close up shots! And you mean to tell me this is the same movie>

Ugh. Visuals out of the way, cast. Why? We don't need all these celebrity voices and I'm someone who supports Peter Cullen just being Optimus all the time but I also understand that he's getting older just like Charles Martinet did with Mario leaving the character in a specific position but you didn't get Chris Pratt?? No I'm just kidding, we got Chris Hemsworth, and really, I can't even tell that it's him, I saw his name attached and I was like "Here we go again" and there are a few times where he had traces of that Cullen voice pattern and it's like an adolescent Optimus settling into his voice- wait am I complementing? Stop that.

Josh Cooley is directing and he's got a pretty decent track record with Pixar, we even see Keegan Michael Key again for whatever reason- oh, it's goofy, it's made for children

"But he says bad ass!" mehmehmehmehmeh, so do the other movies twit, somehow, someway, they get away with anything. He's gotta go and announce everything that's happening "I have knives?!" "I have machine guns in my butt?!" Stupid even for a kid, especially menaging Megatron, what'd you do to my angry baby? He's just reading the script, I know, which also isn't great. So, instead of just being a race of transformers, they're a race of robots that gain the ability to transform to save Cybertron. There's the generic nature again! I also don't see it in the trailer but with the toys, they have this weird thing where they use energy to summon their weapons? Bumblebee is fine with the "KNIVES" but

"I put my hand on a ba-all to see if I still bleeeeddd and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda freeeeee" What is that? Just give him an axe, he doesn't have to summon it and then attach it to a ball. But wait- the design is different here, what's going on? These toys don't match up with the movie. Like, look at Bumblebee before and after he transforms, he doesn't look like the toy does (I've used enough pictures, do some leg work) and Megatron...just looks like Megatron and I know these are movie toys, just look at Alpha Trion, so I don't know how much of it is an accurate conversion between the two and I normally wouldn't care but it's that ball that drives me bonkers.

BUT I will say that I support Scarjo playing- who is she playing? Because that's not Arcee. Elita One? Cool name, at least. Oh, she's an OG, we're good then. Lawrence is also a good one. Anyways, disappointed, we'll see.

#transformers #yeah #here i am in the future...#transformers one

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gleecycore · 3 months

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all of my nieces’ big threes ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

this is going to be interesting because i actually grew up with them so idk how accurate this interpretation is going to be but we’ll give it a shot! also, i’m going to preface this by saying, i do this for fun! in no way am i saying these are concrete facts, but just my research and from my personal experience (ノ*°▽°*)

oldest:

☉ in gemini @ 17°

☾ in gemini @ 27°

⇧ in gemini @ 2°

all in the 1st house!!!!

she’s a gemini stellium okayyy! a stellium is basically having 3+ placements in the same sign or house indicating a heightened level of focus on the sign/house. so having these gemini placements suggests that her mind is constantly full of thoughts and ideas; she’s probably really curious about a lot of things possessing an agile mind. gemini is ruled by mercury which is the planet of communication, thinking, and learning. one of my best friends who’s teaching me more astrology asked if she was a chatter box and surprisingly enough, she’s not! she’s actually quite reserved and i’m trying to figure out why. it gotta be other placements because the degrees aren’t really- in any position to be introverted. 17° is a leo degree, 27° is a gemini degree, and 2° is a taurus degree…none of which really scream secrecy or- i guess taurus gives off a reserved vibe being an earth sign but the degrees can only affect the placements so much, yk? and leo is a fire sign and is ruled by the sun which is the ego, vitality, energy, it gives extrovert. same with a gemini degree being an air sign, known to be social butterflies. i mean, i guess she do be hanging out with her friends outside of school, but does that really mean she’s extroverted? or a social butterfly? i don’t think soooooo, lolz. she’s probably really knowledgeable in areas she’s interested in. since her whole big three is in the first house, this’ll be kinda easy to wrap up—sun, moon, and rising all being in the first house typically means there’s a sense of unity and cohesion among the major facets of her personality with consistency. but i guess just bc she has all this gemini energy doesn’t necessarily imply she’ll relate to every single characteristic of a gemini possibly redefining what a traditional gemini would act like and help people gain a deeper understanding of what it means to be a gemini.

middle:

☉ in aquarius in the 9th house @ 12°

☾ in sagittarius in the 6th house @ 11°

⇧ in gemini in the 1st house @ 13°

crazy her sun is in the 9H at 12° bc my sun is in the 9H but @ 15° b-BUT my ascendant is @ 12°. her ascendant is in gemini too like her ate awww they understand each other. but anyways! aquarius is ruled by saturn being the traditional ruler but also uranus which is the modern ruler. as mentioned in previous posts, saturn is the planet of restriction, maturity, order, time, etc. whilst uranus is the planet of rebellion, freedom, originality, unpredictability, etc. lemme tell ya, she be unpredictable asf! i feel like—my best friend is more influenced by saturn from my previous post, and my niece is more influenced by the modern ruler. in the 9th house, it’s all about travel, wisdom, philosophy, higher education, law & religion, etc. as it is a sagittarius ruled house. so she probably has strong faith, which i’m sure she does; passionate, smart, probably loves to travel. at a pisces degree, 12° she’s supposedly enigmatic but like in the most not mysterious way possible. moon is in sagittarius and her younger sis is a sagittarius rising, that’s so wild to me. but anyways, the moon is your sense of security, your emotions, your instincts, your roots, etc. in sagittarius, she’s really enthusiastic, very energetic, upbeat, and cheerful—she needs her freedom like her aquarius sun—i would argue she’s a free spirit forsure. sagittarius is ruled by jupiter, the planet of expansion, optimism, good luck, etc. at 11° which is an aquarius degree, she probably tries to find a reason for everything dealing with emotions and feelings as aquarius is quite rational and analytical. just a hunch! it also doesn’t help that her moon is in a virgo ruled house which also tends to be on the analytical side, all about health fitness, systems, analytical nature, pets, work habits, organization, sense of usefulness, and service given. that’s the 6H. ascendant in gemini means she comes off as a gemini when you first meet her, and i can see that! because if anything! she’s the chatter box instead of her ate! lmao! laf out loud! at 13°, an aries degree, she’s probably struggled with her appearance growing up or possibly got bullied for it. she’s an athlete! a student athlete at that, they also have a whiff of authority to them. aries is a cardinal sign after all.

youngest:

☉ in virgo in the 10th house @ 24°

☾ in leo in the 9th house @ 27°

⇧ in sagittarius in the 1st house @ 3°

sun in virgo! finally some earth sign! in the 10th house, ooooo i like that. so the sun in virgo would imply they have a sense of order- or- she’s very practical. a perfectionist maybe?? i’m not too close to her so i can’t really say much about how she is. she is pretty introverted, i will say which is never a bad thing. she may be good at organization. @ 24°, a pisces degree, she’s very mysterious i will say, a lot more than her ate or both her ates/older sisters. aw her sister’s sun is a pisces degree as well, that’s so cute. being in the 10th house, which is a capricorn ruled house, i will say she’s probably really calculated with her career, long-term goals, status, reputation, public image, etc. she’s a virgo sun, ofc she’s like five steps ahead- probably. her moon is in leo, she may have an emotional need for recognition or acknowledgment. i’d say she’s quite motivated and inspiring, she plays the piano and she’s into basketball. big heart awww, and her moon is in the 9th house awww she gets along with her ate closest to her age, the sister i just talked about in the last paragraph. she probably understands her the most, maybe. i don’t wanna jump the gun. @ 27° is a gemini degree, which deals with a lot of twos! she has two older sisters! and lastly, her ascendant in sagittarius @ 3°. already, i talked about how i like sagittarius risings, they’re passionate about what they do, being a mutable sign as well, they’re understanding, open-minded, and thinkers! they adjust well to change as well. @ 3°, is also a gemini degree which rules communication. she probably has trouble speaking her mind a little bit but once you’re close to her, she’ll definitely show that passion, that drive, jupiter doing it’s big one with her!

and fin!

i miss them sm, even tho they’re literally like half an hour away from me rn HAHAHAHA and i just saw them a few days ago fr. this was fun to do! it was very interesting researching their placements. i hope to dissect their whole birth charts soon! but yeah, i love them, they love each other it’s so cute. :3 thx for reading! i’ll be posting more soon so, stay tuned >:D

#gemini stellium #aquarius sun #virgo sun #sagittarius moon #leo moon #gemini rising #sagittarius rising #astrology #astro observations

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furbywrites · 6 months

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I'd Never Let You Go Pt. 2

Okay, so I had writers block for what felt like ages, but this chapter came to me so easily. It felt nice. Next chapter we get to meet Ellie! Yay! Once again, feedback/constructive criticism is welcome! :D

Ao3

I could hear him release a deep sigh, but he continued to walk with me. "You're real quiet, ya' know that?" he huffed, sounding almost annoyed. I frowned but said nothing. "Jus' wanna talk is all. Ya' don't gotta run from me."

My mouth opened, gaze still fixed steadily on my own boots, but no words would come. Anxiety constricted my throat, allowing only a pathetic squeak to pass my lips.

Why couldn't I be normal? I've seen plenty of people talk to Joel, smile at Joel, flirt with Joel. Sure he ignored most of them, giving a tight lipped smile and a polite, "Pardon me," before extracting himself from the conversation. At least they had tried, had been capable of even saying one word.

Some part of my brain felt broken at times, especially when it came to communication. Sometimes I'd go so long without speaking a single word, that when I finally managed, my voice sounded more like the croaking of a frog than that of a human.

Right now, with Joel by my side, keeping pace with my aimless steps, I tried. My mouth opened, gaping like a fish seeking water, but nothing but a frustrated grunt was to be heard. I couldn't do it. Something so simple for everyone around me, and I couldn't do it.

I could feel the tears finally overflow, as I sniffled loudly. A quick glance in Joel's direction showed his eyes widening in...what? Shock? I never was very good at reading people. It seemed an accurate guess though.

A hand, heavy and warm, placed itself upon my shoulder, and suddenly he was in front of me, standing, and we weren't walking anymore.

"I didn't mean to scare you, darlin'." His eyes, so big and brown and soft. I only realized I was looking into them when I felt myself getting lost in his gaze. Quickly, my eyes moved to his shoulder, where they usually ended up in the unforeseen circumstance of conversation.

I didn't necessarily have an issue with eye contact, quite the opposite. I overcompensated. Stared unfalteringly. People said it was unnerving, and so I stopped. Humiliated at yet again breaking some unknown social cue I did not inherently know.

I did not want to make Joel, the man of my fascinations, of my wandering mind, of my daydreams, unnerved. So, his shoulder seemed a good place to look.

With his eyes no longer a distraction, my mind instead focused on his hand upon my shoulder. It felt...nice. Surprisingly so. I had no one in Jackson I was close to. No one to touch. Perhaps it was getting to me, because just the warmth of his hand through my sweater had thoughts of burying my head into his chest running amok in my head.

I swallowed thickly, mind racing, and with a sharp inhale I brought myself back to the present moment. Sometimes I got lost in my head. A bad habit.

I didn't know how to convey without words that he hadn't scared me. Despite his reputation, and boy did he have one, he wasn't scary, at least not to me. Perhaps it was his interactions with Ellie I constantly observed from afar. But he seemed so soft in those moments, so kind.

I simply placed my hand upon his, giving a slight squeeze, and a tight lipped smile. Hoping he would understand. Again, I found myself getting lost, but not in my head, instead at the feeling of his rough skin on mine. A violent shiver went through me at the contact. Yes, clearly touch starved. The thought made me frown.

Before I could comprehend it, his hand was gone, being replaced by something heavy around my shoulders. His jacket? Had I been stuck in my head so long I'd missed something important?

Finally I looked into his eyes once more. My confusion must have been evident, because he simply huffed at my expression.

"You were shiverin', looked cold." He spoke so matter-of-factly, assuredly, despite being wrong. I wasn't cold, though it's not as though I could voice this to him, not that I would. It was a kind gesture, and his eyes looked so soft as he gazed at me, I found myself smiling, tears long forgotten.

He mirrored my smile, though much more subdued. The crows feet at the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. Cute. I blushed again at the thought.

"You never finished eating. Ya' must still be hungry?"

Eyes still locked on his, I nodded dumbly, currently distracted with the scent coming from his jacket. How did I only just notice? Did he smell this good? It couldn't just be the jacket. My face felt like it was on fire. Why couldn't I focus?

"Come on then, you can sit with me an' Ellie." His hand on my shoulder again, this time gently turning me around, leading me back to the canteen. "She wanted to meet ya' anyway."

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller #x reader #tlou #autistic reader #my fics #reader has selective mutism #gender neutral reader #joel miller x autistic reader

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Boundaries - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Boundaries

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 1,269 words

Warning(s): forced kiss, mentions of murder & violence

Summary: Hannibal attempts a very calculated move. However, he didn't consider all the variables before enacting his plan.

Author's Note: I love this show. I would love to write for it more, if that's what people want to read.

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I didn't think much of Hannibal's phone call.

He mentioned a case and that my past research related to it. It wasn't the first time I had helped with a case.

I wasn't a member of Jack Crawford's team. I was mostly involved in research. It was my passion. Still, if I was asked, I tried to find time to help on cases that needed my assistance.

It was how I met Will. I couldn't complain when it led me to meet the man that I absolutely loved.

Hannibal and I had met when discussing Will's first case back. Not only had they asked for my help, but Hannibal had made an effort to show that he was here to help Will. I agreed to work with him as much as I could.

He knew how committed I was to Will. He knew how much I loved Will. He knew that I was looking at spending the rest of my life with Will.

That's important.

I walked into Hannibal's office. I had no reason to question anything yet.

"(Y/n)," Hannibal smiled as he greeted me. "Thank you for stopping by on such short notice."

"Of course," I nodded. "Where are the case files?"

He motioned over to his desk. I hung up my jacket and scarf before walking over with him.

"Jack Crawford sent me these photos of the crime scenes," he handed them to me. "You have a focus on history impacting modern crime, correct? What do you see?"

"Well," I put them down next to each other on the desk. "They... They almost look like they're performing."

"How so?"

"Look at her," I pointed to one photo. "She's positioned like she's an opera singer belting to the top balcony of a theatre."

He didn't speak, just nodded.

"And him," I pointed at another photo. "He's much bloodier, but he's almost like a court jester. Even the clothes they're found in are becoming more accurate over the course of the killing. Whoever is killing these people wants them to play specific roles. Stage roles."

"Interesting."

"Disturbing," I muttered in response.

I turned my head to look at Hannibal, about to ramble about looking for someone who had been buying or renting books on a certain time era.

I didn't get to do that.

Before I could say anything, Hannibal leaned over to press his lips to mine. He only barely touched me before I shoved him away.

"What the fuck are you doing," I asked as I took long strides away from him.

"I'm sorry," he said, far too calm. "I must've misread the signs."

"You can't misread signs that don't exist," I snapped. "God, what the fuck is wrong with you? Not only do you know I have a boyfriend, but he's one of your patients for God's sake!"

"I apologize-"

"I've gotta go," I cut him off as I grabbed my stuff. "Do not call me for something like this again. Professional consults are done over the phone or with a team. Do not try to get me alone like this ever again. You're lucky I didn't pepper spray you... or punch you, for that matter."

"(Y/n)," Hannibal went to touch my arm.

"Don't touch me," I said. "Goodbye, Dr. Lecter."

I stormed out of his office, surprisingly not managing to break anything.

My instinct was to start driving to Will's house. I was going to be spending the night there anyway. There were just more important things to discuss now.

I didn't seem to snap out of my tunnel vision when I pulled into the driveway. I let out a sigh, staring at the building for a moment before forcing myself out of the car.

I felt a pit in my stomach as I walked into the house.

I knew that hiding what had happened was the wrong choice, but I couldn't help but feel like I was ruining a part of Will's life.

"Hey," Will said when he saw me. I forced a grin, not moving far from the door that had shut behind me. "What's wrong?"

"What?"

"You are usually more affectionate when you come home," he pointed out. Home. I hadn't even moved in yet and he saw it as my home too? "The only times you aren't is when you're stressed or upset."

He was right.

Of course, he was right.

I still paused. This felt like an evil thing to do, but what was the other option? Let Hannibal tell him? God knows how he would've twisted the event.

"Please talk to me," Will started walking over to me. "I don't want you to close off from me. You never let me do that to you, so I'm not going to let you do that to me. I want to help-"

"Hannibal kissed me," I finally blurted out.

"What," Will asked.

"He... He asked me to meet him to discuss a case today," I explained. "He thought my previous research would give me some kind of insight. When I was going through the file he gave me, I looked up and he tried to kiss me. I jumped away as soon as he tried. I pretty much sprinted out of his office. I'm so sorry, Will-"

"Why are you apologizing," his eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Because I know that Hannibal has become a major factor in your life, and I feel like I've completely destroyed it-"

"Hannibal destroyed it."

I froze up.

"You didn't cross any line," Will continued. "He did."

I looked down.

"I trust you," he promised. I looked back at him. "More than I trust him."

"I didn't want to ruin anything-"

"You didn't ruin it," he cupped the sides of my face. "It would've been worse if you hid it from me."

I nodded and reached up to grab his hands. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch a little bit. I felt his forehead touch mine.

Something in the back of my mind told me that Hannibal thought I would hide it. That he wanted Will to find out in some way other than through me. I was someone who tended to do my best to protect other people's feelings. But that wasn't the case in a relationship. I wanted to have open communication with my partner. Of course, I told Will.

I tried to shake the thought, focusing all of my attention on Will.

"I love you," I mumbled.

"I love you too."

He didn't say it often. It was a vulnerable sentence in any situation. I was convinced that there were times when he thought the words came out when they really just sat on his tongue.

My hands moved to his sides. I grinned a little at the soft feeling of his sweater against my palms.

Will leaned just a bit further and gently kissed me.

It was soft and careful. Many kisses were between us. Neither one of us wanted to push the other beyond that moment. It felt more intimate than anything else we could've done.

As we both leaned back, I grinned softly at him.

His eyes were still closed as he nudged his nose against mine. I only smiled wider. I adored it when Will felt safe enough to be like this.

I slowly stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. I leaned my head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around me.

I let out a happy sigh, any tension falling from my shoulders.

It felt like a rare moment of pure peace.

And I wouldn't trade that for the world.

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#hannibal x reader #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal imagine #will graham x reader #will graham fanfiction #will graham imagine #fanfiction #imagine #x reader

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iwasbored777 · 1 year

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Across the Spider-Verse is the only movie I'll forgive having an overcrowded and messy (newest) poster (the first one is also overcrowded but surprisingly well organised) cuz the plot of the movie is all dimensions falling apart and the heroes' role is to put them back together and the main movie's villain is a character who's entire body is just portals that lead to other dimensions and also there's the big conflict who's gonna be on Miles' side and who on Miguel's so characters can be thrown all over the poster all they want and get us all confused cuz that's what they're going for.

Haven't seen anyone complaining about the poster yet (all I heard is praise but anyway) but I gotta say it's as accurate as it can be.

#also it's all characters we adore of course no one cares #spider man across the spider verse

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melissa-titanium · 1 month

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the ask game stuff..001 for N nd doll (giggles

GO FUCK YOURSELF . but thank uou... anime berdly emoji . ill answer...FOR NOW

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: VERY RECENTLY ACTUALLY id say within the last like two weeks. ive always loved doll and always loved n but then i realized like. oh huh i connect alot with n and want to make out with doll . boom. its like borderline selfship at this point its cringe as fuck but let me do whatever i want.

my thoughts: surprisingly i don't have as many thoughts on them as i did but i feel like. because of how much of a foil doll is to uzi i think thats the word it would be like. IDK i feel like for doll it'd help to understand the 'humanity' of the dds. if she witnesses a disassembly drone killing war machine trip over his own tail or bump his head into a doorframe and wince and laugh and talk and hug with gentle arms and do things that she specifically reprogrammed herself NOT to do so she'd have a better chance to kill her worst enemy and avenge her parents... she would short circuit. to actually get to the point of not killing him on sight would take a while or lots of coercing via ... lizzy? or hell maybe even uzi im not sure. unless they had an individual encounter (which, you know, could totally happen! doll out in the wastes and n is on a solo hunt, you know her ass was following them.) that lead to a stalemate, i'm not sure how they'd even meet. HM OK NOW IM THINKING ABOUT THIS. either way tho n has a habit of befriending insane drones (or like... smoochin depending on how you see enzi tho i see them as platonic) and i think he could. Not fix her but he could be there for her bless. and again i think she could help him be not a doormat 💛 also stupid hc i had aboit them i hv always thought doll to have like... a freakishly good memory. which, works perfectly paired with n because like .you know. his memory prahblems . dolls ass can remember the angle of your arm when you were like fucking sitting on a chair on the 13th of april last year or some shit like she PAYS ATTENTION even if she doesn't often share her input... which is also a good thing bcos n is super inclusive always. n voice DOLLLL LOOK WE ARE DOING A THING!!!! :D & shes just like. sighs okay (comes ova 2 him) and eventually.. i think itd get to the point where she can go do shit on her own without being explicitly invited YAY

What makes me happy about them: gotta bring up the Me & My Wife shit again bcos its borderline selfship at this point. i just think its interesting and awesome I REALLY HOPE THEY HAVE AN INTERACTION... tho i doubt it; i think they might fight or smt in ep 7 WHICH HONESTLY I WOULDNT BE SAD ABOUT my goil needs moe screenrtime

What makes me sad about them: doll probably hasnt experienced like. affection in fucking ages & frankly n really hasnt either. i think they'd hold hands and talk about their kill counts. also i just realized they both kind of went thru a period of time tht was little socialization only KILL. doll had school & lizzy, sure, but also living in an apartment with ur parents' & dozens of others' corpses its like. tht fucks w u. but the interesting thing about them is… n and doll don't experience guilt over Killing And Eating People the same way i think. like. just for example v and uzi do (atleast in my perception). like v couldnt cope with the knowledge she had so she fell extra EXTRA hard into her role (atleast using her maid self as an accurate portrayal of her old self) and uzi has never ever experiuenced anything like that before so its fucking terrifying to her. however, with doll and n… they dont percieve it the same way. we understand that both of them are capable of guilt but it takes a very strong connection for them to experience it. ep one; n feels bad for making uzi argue with khan & ruining the card game. does he say a single thing about killing and eating half a dozen workers? No! because it's natural to him. there's nothing out of the ordinary in that situation except for the fact that he was "rude" by interrupting someone & "rude" by causing an argument. yes, he's very sweet and patient and all of the above but he doesn't see killing as really a BAD THING… he sees it as a necessity; as him being useful, higher numbers means hes doing a good job. but, really, that's all he's known. he doesn't remember being a worker. after meeting uzi he's capable of realizing… oh, these are living creatures! i feel a little bad now. but the guilt doesn't come crashing down onto him and leave him utterly devastated at his kill count, it just sits there. it festers. similarly, in my opinion, to how doll reacts to guilt. we see her as this unstoppable force at every point until the end of promening. she knows her goals, she knows what she has to do to get to them, and has shaped herself into the perfect killing machine to do what she needs, removing all forms of guilt from her person to make sure it doesn't get in the way. though, again, it comes bubbling to the surface back from where she buried it so deeply under all her anger when uzi pops her emo little head in. she isnt instantly all "oh my god, what have i done?" but it eats away at her all of this fucking time, she has been killing and hurting her kind, believing she was the only one who could possibly shoulder this burden and deal justice to those who deserved it. but now that she knows she isn't alone… it festers.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i've seen like three n/doll fics literally EVER but i'd honestly say. major mischaracterization of doll... i feel like doll gets mischaracterized more than n? n's behaviours are easy to understand and read with a surface level understanding because he has more screentime and again ON THE SURFACE looks relatively simple. i think a huge thing in some fanfics that bugs me is that. imitation of speech patterns = perfect characterization WHICH IS NOT TRUE... but also understandably makes it difficult to do with doll because she doesn't talk alot, while N talks a LOT so it leads to a heavy imbalance in mischaracterization. just because the characters would fucking say that, doesnt mean they would Fucking Do That

apparently there is a word limit on tumblr. pleasantly surprised this will be two posts instead

#asks #murder drones #mel roars #jesus christ

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sickiehugs · 1 year

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HCs: Danganronpa V3 boys taking care of a sick reader

Shuichi Saihara:

Immediately cancels plans to come see you, stops by the pharmacy on the way. Cashier asks him if he's okay because he's so stressed out ><

He would be very anxious and worried about you, constantly asking you if you're okay/if you need anything. Paces around the room.

It takes you a while to convince him that he doesn't have to keep frantically running around getting you stuff.

Really doesn't like it when you tease him about your health ("I'm dyinggg~"), he always takes it seriously and gets really scared and you have to reassure him that you're only kidding.

When you have headaches or wake up from nightmares, he knows exactly what to do since he experiences them himself.

Once he calms down, he's actually a really kind caretaker.

At first he's worried about getting sick himself, but as it turns to evening he's snuggled up beside you in bed watching detective movies on Netflix.

Kaito Momota

Is happy to help! Cancels plans to come see you. He didn't really know what to get from the pharmacy, so he just got some painkillers and a candy bar.

He's not the best at taking care of you, but he's good at cheering you up and keeping you entertained while you're sick.

He's pretty loud, you have to keep reminding him to be quiet because of your headache.

Calls you lil nicknames! Pats you on the head!!

Has absolutely no idea what to do when you throw up. Just kinda awkwardly sitting next to you like 👁👄👁 you good? He's doing his best haha.

Asks if you need a distraction, then rambles about space or whatever else comes to mind next to your bedside as you fall asleep.

Rantaro Amami

Best candidate for the actual caretaking part because he's used to taking care of his sisters when they'd get sick. He knows what to do and what to pick up on the way.

Makes it clear to you that it's okay to be vulnerable around him, never makes you feel embarrassed about throwing up or needing him to carry you to the bathroom.

If you cried or couldn't sleep, he will let you put your head in his lap, and he'd stroke your hair and tell you stories about his adventures. His voice is soft and even, very relaxing.

If this man sees you doing homework or any other work he will snatch it from you. He will y o i n k it. He will not let you work when you're supposed to be resting.

Ryoma Hoshi

Look bro I have no idea how he got to your house he can't drive he's like 3ft tall. Skipping that part.

Is pretty casual, he's definitely worried about you but he plays it cool, making sure you take medicine at the right time, putting on movies, heating up food, etc.

Is surprisingly gentle with you, he knows what to do when you need to throw up, he holds your hair back, gives you water. He's really chill about it too, not making you feel embarrassed about it.

He's always on top of refilling your water. This man will refill your water after you take one sip. Bro will make sure you NEVER run out of water. No explanation for this headcanon, just feels right.

His voice is really soothing, he talks smoothly and quietly. Chills next to you in a chair, puts on a movie but neither of you really pay attention. Gives a lil smirk when he sees you've fallen asleep comfortably.

Kokichi Oma

(I'm not good at writing him, sorry if this isn't the most accurate!)

Will say he's not coming over. Will come over anyways. He'll say it's for the element of surprise or some bs but we all know it's because he cares about you.

He will exaggerate your condition to embarrass you ("Guys, reader is dying~! In critical condition~!"), and now you've gotta convince everyone that you are not in fact dying.

He will do all kinds of tricks to get you to take the medicine you don't want to take. He'll sneak it in your food like a dog, mix cough syrup in juice (wait, is that lean?), come up behind you in an epic sneak attack and make you take a pill.

Literally cannot take anything seriously. He will definitely make fun of you for random things. He really just wants to cheer you up, and he'll dial it back once he realizes it's not working.

You'd probably get him sick cuz he's practically climbing all over you, and once you've recovered he'll make you take care of him.

Gonta Gokuhara

I feel bad for him, he would be so, so worried if he found out you were very sick. He might actually think you're dying. Would ignore the speed limit trying to get to your place as fast as he can.

He would be so shockingly gentle with you. When he touches you he'll be so careful, like your bones would snap like twigs if he pressed too hard.

He'll have no problem carrying you to the bathroom, bro is s t r o n k.

Would cry if you fainted or fell asleep without warning, he still thinks you're dying. Literally you would have to be like "Gonta I'm going to take a n a p, I am not d e a d." And then when you wake up he'd be so relieved, poor guy 😭

He'd promise himself to stay up checking on you, but he's so tired from stressing about you that as soon as the clock hits 10pm he's out like a light.

He'd totally panic if you woke up from a nightmare, but he'd be surprisingly good at calming you down. He's definitely a hugger, and much bigger than you, so big cuddles would feel really warm and comforting^^

Keebo

Assuming this is a non-despair AU, Keebo has access to the internet and knows how to take care of someone with a fever.

He has the tactical approach town to a T, and he would be the quickest with helping you recover physically.

This is a great opportunity for him to learn more about emotions, specifically worry. He would worry a lot about your health, and discover more about himself along the way!

While he knows how to bring down a fever, he still needs to learn how to tend to your emotions. He's not the best at consoling, and gets confused when you get delirious and start acting strange. He's upset that he doesn't know how to help you.

Korekiyo Shinguji

Calls you "dear" and "poor thing" when he sees the state you're in. His touch is so delicate and soft, you lean into it instantly. He'd be the most gentle with you. Treats you like a prince(ss).

Tries to preform a ritual to cure your illness. Doesn't work, and the incense makes you cough more lol.

He would make all kinds of fancy teas!! And he would tell you where they come from and the history of tea n stuff.

He could hold you and talk to you softly for hours. His voice is so smooth and easy to focus on, his soft rambling about anthropology distracts you from your problems. It doesn't matter what he's talking about, as long as he continues caressing you and never gets up.

Would walk with you slowly to the bathroom, "Watch your step, dear." Would make you feel comfortable and not embarrassed when you need to throw up. Helps you wash your face afterwards and carries you bridal style back into bed.

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