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delulu-with-wandanat · 4 months

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Hey. So how about big sis Natasha and little sis reader. (They live in an orphanage called the red room)

Jock Nat finds out that her nerd little sis is getting bullied by the cheer squad. Protective Nat isn't having any of it ..... even if she has to fight with her best friend, cheer cap Wanda ...... ?

Please and thank you 😊

Sweater Weather

Reader Description: She/her, nerdy, often wears an outer, freshman.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Sister!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Bullying, mentions of suicide.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

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They always said high school was the best time of your life, at least that's what they said in movies or whatever the hell that guy said in that crappy TV show, 'Highs and lows of high school football'.

Y/n thought it was stupid. The show, and high school. It could be that it's true, that this was supposed to be the best time of her life. Yet perhaps that only applies to the popular kids and the jocks who wouldn't stop reminiscing about the 'good old times.'

The amount of alumni that would go back to her class and just talk to the teacher even though they only graduated like a few months ago was insane. And most of the time Y/n could tell they are one of those popular kids. Y/n could only hope her sister doesn't end up like that when she graduates.

Natasha Romanoff, star of Westview High. Captain of the softball team. And is probably dating the hot cheerleader captain, Wanda Maximoff. Natasha is proud, confident, she strides through the hallway like she owns the school. Contrast to her sisters who stray away from the spotlight, Yelena Belova and Y/n Romanoff.

Well... perhaps only Y/n. If Y/n would put them into high school stereotypes, Yelena would probably fall under the 'Cool' kids category. One where people know her and thought she's fun to be around with, she's funny, sarcastic. People knew Yelena, and Yelena knew people, but only sticks to her group of friends and not all that into popularity. Y/n thinks that's the best type of category to be in.

You fit in with everyone, and everyone just chills with you. Unfortunately for Y/n, she got the worst hierarchy in high school society.

The nerds.

Being a nerd isn't necessarily a bad thing... Well, that's what her sisters always tells her at least. But really it's hard to believe that when she gets cornered by two cheerleaders in the bathroom, how cliche.

"Hey girl!" Shannon, probably the bitchiest out of the whole cheerleading squad. "What are you doingg?" She asked with faux interest.

Y/n doesn't answer and merely kept her head down while she washes her hand.

"Don't be rude!" The other cheerleader bumped her hips while giggling to Shannon. "Oh. My. God. I LOVE your sweater, where'd you get it?"

Christ, they literally are a walking stereotype. Y/n knew they weren't interested in her sweater, this was just one of those teasing that these plastic bitches love to do. "It was my mother's..."

"And was your mom like... an old hag?" Well that was just too far, the only thing Y/n had from her birth mother was this sweater after she died in the house fire. Y/n stayed silent.

The two kept giggling while side eyeing her on the side, occasionally re-applying their make up in the mirror. Y/n quickly finishes up, not wanting to be around them any longer. She quickly left the bathroom but she heard the two giggling and talking about her behind her back.

This has been going on for months ever since she started high school. Honestly, Y/n should be used to it at this point. But that comment about her sweater crossed the line and she needed to leave quick before things escalated.

Y/n spent the rest of the day with her head down, minding her own business and eating lunch alone at the cafeteria. Normally she would sit with her friends, Shuri and Peter, the two other nerds, but they were attending some competition at the moment.

All the while, Natasha was sitting at a different table with her group of friends which was mostly made up of her teammates and the some of the Baseball boys.

"All I'm saying is if you don't ask her out, I will." Carol said with a mouthful of food.

"And I will kick you out of the team, Danvers." Natasha narrowed her eyes at Carol.

"Seriously, just ask her out. The tension is so thick I can practically punch through it."

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, but her gaze ended up locking onto a brunette who was sitting at another table. Green orbs met hers, and Wanda gave her the sweetest smile. Natasha couldn't help but to avert her gaze whilst trying to hide the grin creeping onto her face.

"Ugh, I'm going to barf." Clint said as he fake gagged. Natasha punched his shoulder lightly and he winced.

"Shut up before I show Laura that horrendous hair you had in 6th grade."

"Don't you fucking dare-"

The group fell into an easy conversation, talking about their plans after school. Showing each other funny videos they found while scrolling through social medias. Everything wasn’t out of the ordinary until suddenly they heard yelling from another table.

"Leave me alone!" The voice yelled, normally Natasha would ignore it but when the voice belonged to her little sister, her head snapped to the source.

The cafeteria was silence, some whispers could be heard. The cheerleader table fell into a hushed giggling, occasionally glancing at Y/n's table. Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and returned her gaze to Y/n. She could see Shannon Carter sitting at the same table with her, wait are they friends or...??

"Was that Y/n?" She heard Clint's voice.

Y/n was quickly got up from her seat, feeling uncomfortable at the amount of eyes on her. She was in the verge of tears, but manages to hold it through until she was out of sight. Natasha quickly got up from her seat, which caught the attention of the rest of the group.

"Where are you going??" Carol asked.

"I'm just gonna check up on my sister." Her friends simply nod, knowing how protective Natasha is over her family.

Natasha made a note to slow her walk as she passed the cheerleader table, with her perceptive ear she manages to caught a few sentence. "She's probably so poor, that's why she has no other clothes to wear." She heard Shannon said. Fashion police much? Especially when she dresses like a basic bitch-

"Maybe it's vintage." She heard Wanda responded with a little bit of an attitude. Wanda notices Natasha passing by and greeted her, only for Natasha to glare and ignore her. She may like Wanda, but no one messes with her little sister.

She navigates her way through the hallway, trying to find Y/n. Damn it where is she?

Think, Natasha, think! Where would she go?

She trusted her instinct and it led her to the music room, surely enough, someone was playing the piano. Natasha peeked through the window and saw a glimpse of a familiar y/h/c hair, she opened the door and her sister was slightly alarmed, but ultimately let out a sigh of relief upon noticing it was only Natasha.

"Hey Nat."

Natasha gently smiled and took a seat beside her. Y/n's hand danced on the keys gracefully, filling the room with soft tunes.

"You wanna tell me what happened?"

Y/n shook her head, and Natasha didn't budged. Natasha simply let her head rest on Y/n's shoulder listening to her play. Y/n finishes and started to play another piece, one that was special to them. Natasha recognize the song as soon as Y/n played the intro. 'Love of my life' by Queen.

"Mom would be proud of you." Natasha said in a soft tone.

Y/n didn't answer, yet she had a soft smile on her face as she played the piano. Their mother used to play this song when they were younger. Natasha, Yelena, and Y/n would huddle around her and watched as their mother skillfully moved her fingers across the keys. They would fight over who could play the piano first, as they all wanted to be as skilled as their mother.

But ultimately, Y/n was the only one who inherited her talents. They didn’t talk and only enjoyed the soft tunes of from the piano for a little while, with Natasha occasionally humming to the lyrics.

When the song ended, the room was filled with silence. After a few moments, Y/n finally spoke up. “I don’t… Feel like going back today.”

Natasha nodded, she knew Y/n had meant the orphanage. They refused to call that dump a home. That orphanage shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

“You want to crash at Clint’s?”

“I’m not that close with him, beside, I kinda feel bad to his parents.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright, you want me to ask him?”

Y/n nodded and let out the breath she was holding, one less thing to worry about. “I didn’t mean to make a scene, they just went too far today.”

Natasha’s eyes shifted in confusion, she lift up her head that was resting on her sister’s shoulder to face her. “What do you mean?”

“They kept teasing me about the sweater, cause I kept wearing it almost everyday.”

“Well they should mind their own business.” Natasha said with a slight venom in her voice.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. It’s just because It’s mom’s y’know?”

Wait… “What? What do you mean by used to it??”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal-“

“No.” Natasha said firmly and turned to face Y/n fully. “No, it is a big deal. You’re telling me they’ve been bullying you?”

The younger Romanoff sighed, “You could call it that. But they never went as far as teasing, Nat. It’s fine.” Y/n knew how over protective her big sister could be.

In the Red Room, Natasha would not hesitate to punch someone if they messed with Y/n or Yelena. The other girls at the orphanage was afraid of Natasha because of it. As much as Y/n appreciates it, she didn’t exactly wanted to be known only as Natasha’s puny little sister.

Especially now that she’s in high school, where she could make a name for herself. Unfortunately high school stereotypes chooses you, not the other way around.

“Please just don't make a fuss about it.” Y/n said, hoping to change the subject but to no avail. Natasha was stubborn.

“It was Shannon Carter wasn’t it? I saw her sitting next to you before you left.” Oh well rest in peace Shannon. No point in trying to cover her fake ass now-

“If I say yes will you promise not to do anything?” Natasha gritted her teeth, she was about to protest but Y/n cut her off. “Nat, I'm being serious. I really, REALLY, just want to stay out of drama. Living in the orphanage is already hell, I don't need the teasing to go further because they know I'm your little sister."

Shannon better thank the gods because if not for Y/n, she would've need to book a plastic surgery appointment. Natasha reluctantly agreed to drop the subject. What matters now is cheering up Y/n.

An idea popped up in her head and Natasha playfully bumped their shoulders, "Hey, you wanna skip school?" She asked with a smirk.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, "Wouldn't we get in trouble?"

"Only if you get caught. Come on! I'm pretty sure Yelena's skipping too." It took a while to convince the younger Romanoff, but eventually they were out of the school's boundaries in no time. It was kind of embarrassing that her first time skipping school was with her big sisters, but nevertheless, Y/n thought it was fun.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.

Three days later, Natasha had been trying to avoid Wanda and her cheer squad. Because if she didn't, she would've probably punch Shannon Carter straight in the face. Unfortunately for her, fate wasn't exactly on her side.

While Natasha was opening her locker, Wanda approached her with that adorable smile. "Hey." Wanda greeted her shyly. It was strange really, the girl was different when she wasn't around her friends. Natasha found it rather adorable to see this other side of Wanda.

"Hi." Natasha responded with a kind smile, ok she may be a little upset at Wanda. But really, can you blame her? Wanda's extremely cute.

"Uh... I was just wondering if you wanted to go somewhere after practice, maybe get some food or whatever?" Wanda asked with hopeful eyes.

Natasha desperately wanted to say no. Mainly because she didn't want to associate with people who are friends with her sister's bully, unfortunately she is merely a teenager with raging hormones. "Yeah, sure."

Wanda then beamed in delight, "Ok! So uh, I'll see you then." They both then went to their respective class, both with a smile on their face.

Practice was hell that day, I mean fuck, she gets that competition was around the corner but today's drill was insane. At this point, Natasha thinks their coach is just trying to kill them. Thankfully they were done for the day and she's got a date with a hot cheer captain.

Natasha finishes up in the locker room with the other softball girls, they had to change rather quickly as they shared the locker room with the cheerleaders. Though they didn't mind sharing, it just gets a little crowded. Natasha felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to be greeted by those beautiful green eyes.

"Hey! I won't take long. Meet you outside?" Wanda asked.

Natasha nods, "Sure, I'm just finishing up. Text me when you're done." She responded rather shyly, only Wanda Maximoff could make her all fuzzy feeling.

Wanda smiled at her and returned to her place with her friends. Natasha went back to packing up the last of her equipments. Pants, towel, glove, and- shit where's my shoes?

"Did you guys see Y/n today?" Natasha tensed the moment she heard Shannon's voice.

"About time she wash that sweater." Another cheerleader said.

"Honestly, I bet it smells so bad." Sharron giggles. "It's not like her taste got any better, all of her clothes looked worn down."

"Guys stop it." Wanda said, gaining attention from her friends. Oh ok good to know she wasn't- "It's called being indie." Fucking hell, Natasha clenched her jaw. Trying to hide her disappointment.

The girls giggled and another one spoke up, "Does her parents not love her enough to buy her new clothes."

"I heard her parents died."

"If I was her mother, I would've killed myself too-" Sharron was quickly slammed against the locker by none other than Natasha Romanoff. Causing all the girls to look at her in shock. "What the fu-"

Natasha couldn't contain her anger and gave her another rough shoved, she didn't care that Wanda was witnessing the whole confrontation. "Go on. What else do you have to say, Carter?"

Sharron was lost for words, she could barely utter a word. "I-"

"What more do you have to say about my sister?" Shit.

"S-Sister?" Sharron manages to ask.

"If you so much as glance at her I won't hesitate to permanently damage your face. Got it?" Sharron didn't need to be told twice. The venom in Natasha's voice scared her to her core. She nodded frantically. "Same goes for the rest of you." That was all that Natasha said before hastily taking her leave.

The audacity of these girls.

Natasha stomps her way out of the locker room. She was filled with too much anger and disappointment. One, they insulted her sister. Two, they brought up her parents as well. And three, the fact that Wanda was no better than them. Her friend, her best friend, one she had a crush on, and maybe even love. Was a down right bitc-

"Natasha wait!" Speak of the devil.

Natasha tried to ignore her and made her way out of the school through the field. Wanda manages to catch up to her and pulled her to a stop. Yet Natasha pulled her hand away just as quick, it tore Wanda's heart. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Natasha please, I- I didn't know Y/n was your sister-" Wanda tried to reason. That made her furious.

"And if she wasn't, would it make in any better to bully someone?" Natasha asked. "Just- Leave me alone. I don't want to associate myself with someone like you." Natasha spat.

Wanda knew she was wrong, there's no denying that. But she didn't want to lose Natasha, her best friend. "Tasha, wait please just listen!"

"I have nothing more to say." Natasha started walking away again towards the parking lot, and she made it clear nothing Wanda had to say would make her listen. So, Wanda ran to stand in front of her to stop her track. Guilt smeared across her face.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really am!" She pleaded.

"I'm not the one you owe an apology too."

"I will, I promise. I just- I don't want to lose our friendship..."

Neither did Natasha. She genuinely liked Wanda, their friendship, and... well, Wanda. But nobody messes with her family. "You did that when you bullied my sister."

Wanda tried to defend herself, because yes she maybe have joined the conversation with her friends just to stay on topic, but she never actually teased Y/n. She never outright bullied her, or corner her in the bathroom. All she did was chime in here and there when their friends talked shit about other people. It doesn't make it any better, In any way It was pathetic.

But can you really blame her? She was merely a teenager trying to fit in.

Before Wanda could even explain herself, Natasha held up her hand to stop her. "Safe it. I don't ever want to speak to you."

"No... No, please. Natasha just listen-" Wanda was cut off by a honk of a car. They glanced to see Clint in a car with the window's down.

"Come on, lovebirds! I'm your chauffeur for the night." He clearly missed out on a few episodes.

Natasha quickly approached the car and got into the passenger seat. "Just drive, Clint. Date's canceled."

One of the things Natasha appreciates from Clint is that he understood her better than anyone. And seeing Natasha's distressed face, he drove out of the parking lot without another word. He gave Wanda a quick look of apology before rolling up his window.

Wanda watched as Clint's car drove out of the school boundaries. She felt sick to her stomach, tears pooling in her eyes. Wanda's heart broke into a million pieces. Not only did Natasha hated her, but she also ruined their friendship.

What can she do to restore it?

Hellooo, sorry this took a whilee. I've had many projects to do it makes my brain dead to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy this one! I'm planning to make a part 2, hopefully their relationship is not doomed😩

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professionalchaoticdumbass · 4 months

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in the past week or so ive seen a lot of people posting about how there's this oversexualization of trans girls on the site, and I gotta agree, there are way too many people (including other trans women!) who act like we're all dtf 24/7 or always super kinky and horny. I've been tired of that stereotype for ages and i am saying this as a rather sexual trans girl myself...

...but I think people are overcorrecting a bit now, and are starting to veer into "trans women shouldnt be talked about sexually / need to be shielded from it" territory. and, to me, that's really dangerous, because outside of some queer spaces - and even within them- the sexuality of trans girls is heavily scrutinized, as is attraction to us. as much as I dislike certain aspects of the memes and jokes that kickstarted the stereotypes, I'm kinda grateful for them as well. girldick jokes helped with my bottom dysphoria, voice kink shit helped me like my voice, and the whole "tgirl tummy tuesday" thing gave me a lot of confidence in my body where I hated it before. I think this open appreciation of trans sexiness has done a lot for both me and others on tumblr.

again, obviously its got its problems - people end up assuming every trans girl is horny, or only spread positivity if its related to sex with us, and of course the people who do have dysphoria from the things that are being sexualized are left out (like those the "girls without dicks are like angels without wings" memes, ugh, feels icky every time). and on the note of comparing tgirls to angels, we also started getting treated like we're ethereal fertility goddesses and that t4t sex was some inherently sacred ritual. spoiler alert, trans girls are normal-ass people and t4t sex can be holy for the participants but its generally a pretty normal thing to do as well

coming back to the "don't sexualize trans girls" posts now, I think they were initially going in the right direction, but at this point I'm starting to raise an eyebrow at more than a few of them. I'm not gonna whip out the "youre a sex hating puritan if you post about it" accusation because that is obviously wrong but again, I think people are definitely overcorrecting and starting to turn this into a (false) dichotomy when it's not. its a complex topic and each individual trans woman will feel differently about it.

(I feel like the internet just erases any nuance in favor of a two-sided, highly polarized flamewar with unrealistic views on both sides. actually i wouldn't even say this is a super-nuanced discussion because its really not that hard to say "fetishization is bad, but so is suppression of sexuality". will this post just end up being a void scream and people will continue drawing lines between one side and the other? probably. but I am a stubborn bitch and I have hope that we can be reasonable.)

anyways I'll close this off by saying that I wrote this between around 1:30 and 2 AM on terrible sleep the night before, that I hope what I said is coherent enough, and that I will keep being a trans girl who is openly sexual, gets horny over other trans women, and is proud to be transsexy as fuck. I will keep being critical of jokes and trends and memes that stereotype us, even from our own community. I will keep being angry at how poorly us trans folks are treated with regards to our sex lives, bodies, and relationships between the two. I will keep loving and lusting over trans women without fetishizing them. And I will keep doing all of these til the day I die.

#taking a break from the late night funnies to get serious for a change #this is... sorta a vent post? idk.#please dont tag this with 'transmisogyny' i do not like that term #feel free to reblog though. if enough people are shitheads ill turn reblogs off but again i have hope we can be nice.#transmasculine folks please feel free to add anything else you feel is relevant! im writing from the perspective of a transfemme #who mostly spends time in transfem spaces and i obviously dont have the experiences of a transmasc so. yknow. add on if you have something #alright thats all for now back to your regularly scheduled sleepy/funny posting

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starphires · 9 months

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❛ YOU GET ME SO HIGH. ❜

tlou masterlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ dealer!ellie williams⠀𝑥⠀f!reader

summary. you finally want to experience the high of smoking, and who's better to teach you than your good friend, ellie?

―︎ warnings. implied fem! reader, fluff, ellie being a softie for reader, smoking (weed duh), inexperienced reader, shotgunning, weird situationship between ellie and reader, no use of y/n but reader is called sweets

𓂃 ࣪ ‧ ₊ ⋅ 𐙚 a message from juno. feeling a little prideful bc i can pretty accurately describe what it's like smoking 💪also totally feeding into the dealer ellie stereotype but whatevs bc it's so yummy!! reblogs & feedback is appreciated! ( wc: 1602 )

“JUS' FEEL THE AIR FILLING IN YOUR LUNGS.”

Looking over to Ellie with a gleam in your eyes that's begging her to tell you you're doing it right.

A gentle boost to your pride, Ellie says. “Tha’s it. you're getting it!” she encourages. Peering down at your hands in your lap, a small smile on your face. Becoming shy at the slightest bit of praise your friend showed you.

You were both grateful and conflicted that Ellie had agreed to teach you how to smoke a blunt the right way. Instead of the ladder, which would be you in your dorm with the pre rolled blunt you had probably, most likely bought off Ellie, clueless out of your mind as you have a coughing fit.

But you weren't. For about the past 30 minutes since you showed up knocking on her door, you've felt nothing but tranquility, and it was because of Ellie.

Yet, there's burning in the pit of your stomach, creeping up your neck and causing your heart to beat at an abnormal rate. Again it's because of Ellie. Your dear friend who makes you so shy you stumble over your words, does the smallest and meaningless actions that makes your heart flutter. It's just a silly crush.

From the moment you had taken a seat on her shitty dorm couch, heart pounding, hands tucked under your thighs to mumble out, “Will you show me how to smoke, ellie?” voice more shakey than you intended, but you didn't care because you got your point across.

And now, as you sit on her unmade, yet perfectly comfortable bed mere centimeters away from each other. Knowing a few more skills like how to grind the plant and pack it tightly into a blunt wrapper, “Always add more than you think you need.” Ellie told you, you'll keep that noted for when you ultimately roll your own. You had also looked a little too intensely when Ellie licked the wrapper to seal the blunt, hoping you’d looked away fast enough before she could catch you.

“I think ‘m ready, Els.” you say, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Her eyes flicker between you and the blunt on the rolling tray perched on her knee. “You sure y’want to do this?” Eyebrows creasing as she examines your face for any uncertainty, because she knows that once she spots it she'll pack all her shit up and the two of you can watch some lousey reality tv show like normal. But there's no flinch or glint in your eyes that shows you don't want to stay slumped in Ellie's bed as you and her smoke away at the shared blunt.

“Positive.” you whisper, “Wouldn't want anyone else to teach me but you.” That made Ellie smile, she scoffs and looks away quickly before looking back at you. “You flatter me, Sweets.”

It's really a short moment of the two of you just staring at each other, soft smiles adoring both your faces as you absorb having the others undivided attention. You wished it lasted longer.

Ellie sighs, shaking her body a little as she turns her attention to the rolling tray, picking up the blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. Tilting her head a little and peaking her eyes at you, “Jus’ watch me do it a few times, alright?” she finishes with the blunt now between her lips.

You nod at her instruction. Eager eyes watching as she brings the lighter up to the end of the blunt. Remembering her telling you that you have to get it started and burning before it really gets to hit you, so that's why you don't really pay attention to the first few hits.

“Pay attention.” Ellie’s voice startles you. Not expecting her to be paying much more attention to me than I did to her.

“I am.” you argue.

“Hmm.” is the only noise of acknowledgement Ellie makes as she shakes off burned ash into the ashtray. Bringing the blunt back up to her lips. You're so close together that you can see her cracked lips and the small freckle above her top lip. Oh, you're definitely paying attention now, as you see how her chest rises higher to take a more hearty drag. Once the blunt disconnects from her lips she takes a small inhale and holds for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke, you watch her repeat this yet again before she turns her body towards you. Copying her movement you too now face her.

“You catch that?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah I did.”

“Alright.” Putting her hand that held the blunt forward, you wipe your hands on my pants before you take the blunt between your index and thumb. Looking back at ellie.

As if she could sense my nervousness, “Jus’ relax. I promise being anxious isn't gonna help your first drag.” With her words I took a few deep breaths, eyes trained still on her face.

“Good, good. Now when inhaling, remember to do it with your chest, not your stomach like we practiced.” She notes and you nod along.

Continuing, Ellie adds. “You don't have to take a super long drag either, do as much as you think you can handle. ‘Nd once you do, inhale a little air, it'll burn, but that's normal.” With her words and reassurance you nod along, “Okay.”

Looking down at the blunt between your fingers, remembering all of the instructions Ellie has given you, inhale with chest, no super long drags, inhale some air, hold, exhale. Seems pretty simple.

Picking your hand up to your mouth, Ellie’s eyes stay fixed on you as you place the blunt between your lips. You follow every single one of Ellie's words, and she was right about the burn, exhaling once it became too much. Forming into a small coughing fit, Ellie reaches behind her to grab a water bottle.

“Here, try and drink this. It'll help.” She explains, opening the cap and handing it to you. Grabbing the bottle from her you begin to drink it as Ellie's hand soothes up and down your thigh.

Once you calm down you look back to see Ellie with a small smirk on her face. Frowning, “Wha- why are you smirking? Did I do something wrong?” Suddenly becoming insecure that you had made a fool of yourselves and made a mistake.

“No, no. You did everything right.” Your shoulders drop at her words, relaxed to know that you had done it right.

Ellie's gaze drops from her hands back to you, “You're actually a natural.” she compliments.

Erupting into a small laugh, before a wave of realization hits and you silence yourself. Hand in front of your mouth, “Sorry.” you mumble

“S’okay.” Ellie assures, continuing the soothing movements on your thighs. And the two of you stay like this for who knows how long, just slightly rocking while looking at each other.

“You want to smoke more?” she ask, “S'cool if you don't!” she urges.

You shake your head, “Yeah, I do.” Slightly shaking the blunt to get off the ashes before lifting it back up to your lips, taking another hit. When exhaling the smoke is in Ellie's face, you had expected her to back away and waft it from her. But instead she had inhaled some of it herself, holding it for some time before exhaling.

“Woah.” amazed by her.

Ellie laughs, face falling into a smirk.

“I said that out loud?”

“You did.”

Nodding to her answer, pouting lips. Can't get out of this one that easily.

“How about we try something?” Ellie suggest.

Confused, but you nod along. And Ellie’s gaze shoots down to the blunt between your fingers, catching the signal that she wants you to hand her the blunt, you do.

“You trust me?” her voice is low.

Biting down on your lip only to release it. “Yeah, I do.” you whisper.

“M’kay, c’mere.” She moves her free hand to your hip to push you toward closer to her, pushing your own body to help.

Now you're sat even closer, practically on top of ellie as your legs hook around her back.

“Y’comfortable?”

“Are you comfortable?” you deflect, she's the one who has your body weight on her thighs.

“Jus’ peachy.” she responds cooley, her free hand now racking up and down your waist.

“It's called shotgunning, where one person smokes and then exhales to have another person inhale their smoke.” Ellie explains. “We can try that if you want.” There's a sense of uncertainty in her voice, not from her part of not wanting to do it, but from worry that she may be pressing on the lines of your boundaries.

“I want to try.” you gleam, slightly readjusting yourself to become more ready. Ellie smiles at your eagerness.

“Again, jus’ relax. I got you, okay?”

“Okay.” Ellie makes it easy for you to just trust her, you'd follow almost anything she'd say.

Watching intensely as ellie takes a drag. How her eyes flutter shut, face and body relax, how she even does a little nod of approval of her hit, and how her throat flexes when she inhales a little air.

Green eyes now open, telling you to get ready to inhale her smoke. Shimmying as close as you can get to her, smoke flies from her mouth as you inhale it. Feeling the ting burn in your throat as you hold it in before you finally exhale. Looking back up to ellie with doe eyes to contrast her droopy eyes.

“Shit, you really are a natural.”

#starphireswrites.#please don't bully me if anything is incorrect m still fairly new to smoking 😭💔#had an absolute blast writing this #will DEFINITELY be writing more dealer ellie!#the last of us #tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us x reader #tlou x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #fluff

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viisoul · 6 months

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★ ﹒ TRY IT FOR YOURSELF!

you don’t like girls… no way. but you’d take it into consideration after trying it for yourself.

cw : CORRUPTION KINK , cunnilingus

a/n : i hope i did this right

gothic mikasa! who's always staring at you, dirty thoughts running through her head when she looks at how short your skirt is and how it's so close to showing off your perfect ass.

gothic mikasa! who finally chooses to go to a party with eren, immediately realizing you were there when she noticed you uncomfortably sitting with a bunch of people you weren't exactly too familiar with, but had no choice because you didn't want to be alone.

gothic mikasa! who stole you away from the people you were uncomfortable with, deciding that this was a great opportunity to speak to you since you both were mutual acquaintances.

gothic mikasa! who guided you through your first time drinking and smoking.

gothic mikasa! who sat with you in a random, yet quiet bedroom, while smoking so much weed that both of your eyes had turned red.

gothic mikasa! who finally kissed you, and who you let touch on your body as she pleased, pinning you down on the bed without a care in the world before going down on you...

you were grinding against mikasa's face, fingers tangled in her silk black strands of hair. by now, her chin was glistening with your juices, middle and ring fingers pruny from fingering you for so long.

it wasn't supposed to go this way—, you didn't like girls. let alone would you ever let a girl do something like this to you. honestly, it was your first time ever getting head, or engaging in sexual activity for that matter. you'd only gotten as far as kissing, but no one needed to know that.

it was embarrassing, really. you've gone years—, being a sophomore in college without finding anyone necessarily trustworthy of touching on you the way mikasa did. it might've just been the alcohol and weed, it had to be. if anyone were to find out about this, seeing a girl have you whimpering, your reputation likely would've been ruined.

you were a pretty girl. you had money, fans, majority of your college knew you and loved you. a lot of the boys wanted you, and if they didn't want you, they probably wanted your best friend, christa, or were gay... or just had a girlfriend. whatever the case was, you were a stereotypical popular girl who always walked around in pink with a pretty little smile on your glossy lips that caused the boys to swoon over you.

but none of that mattered. your reputation didn't matter. okay, maybe it did, but not at the moment. what mattered was the fact that mikasa was so good at this. what mattered was the fact that she had you covering your mouth so you wouldn't be crying out, tugging on her hair and back arching.

"m-more, please, mikasa..." you begged. she could hear the neediness in your voice, and it'd honestly sounded like you were crying. she didn't question you though, only choosing to give you what you wanted.

mikasa used her free hand to spread your folds erotically, swiping her tongue up your pussy before closing her wet lips around your clit. you were sensitive there, so every movement she did while sucking on your clit had you crying out into your hand.

"ah—! i-i can't... mika~!" you whined.

you felt so close to such an unfamiliar feeling that you were desperate to discover, only knowing that it'd bring you to a blissful state.

mikasa's lips departed from your clit before moving down, flicking her tongue in your hole. her nose grazed against your clit, sending tingles up your spine.

"such a good girl f'me... so good," it was clear she was pussy drunk, beginning to babble muffled words and sending vibrations up your clit. she'd moan, curling and scissoring her fingers inside of you, alternating between rubbing on your clit with her thumb and reaching up your chest to squeeze your soft tits.

something about mikasa being the first person you'd ever did anything sexual with, along with her being the person making you into girls had her dripping in her own underwear. she wanted to do so much to you, but she couldn't. however, this moment was just enough for her to cherish, because she knew she was the first one to make you cum.

you had to roughly keep your hand over your mouth to hush the high pitched squeal you let out, tugging on mikasa's hair while doing so. there was a feeling that washed over you, one so overwhelming but so blissful. you slowly let go of her hair, resting your back against the headboard. you panted, the muscles in your legs spasming.

you could feel yourself throbbing from the aftermath, sweaty, a bit tired. maybe it was from all the weed. there were so many things you'd done that night that you'd never done before. drinking, smoking, letting a girl eat you out…

but, you kind of liked it. well—, you only liked it from mikasa. she made you feel good. she made you want more of her.

“m-mika…” you whispered.

“mmh?” she hummed.

“i… um… thank you. y-you’re really good at what you do. i mean, i didn’t even know i… y’know… would like that from a girl.”

“i’m sure you didn’t,” she spoke under her breath, a small grin growing on her face.

“huh?”

“nothing. are you feeling okay?”

“um, actually…” you crawled on top of her, despite your legs being weakened. “can you teach me how to make you cum? i wanna return the favor and make you feel good.”

#anime #manga #anime x reader #aot x reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa smut #mikasa aot #mikasa snk #levi ackerman #eren x reader #snk x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jjk smut

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pictureinme · 4 months

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yandere headcanons - emma & john skillpa

❧ request: Could you do domestic life with yan!john and emma skillpa ❧ notes: i hope you enjoy, i love this dynamic so much! the lovely @mypoisonedvine has a perfect yandere emma & john drabble you should absolutely check out :) this concept wouldn't exist without them, let's be so real rn

» john would be the most ‘stereotypical’ yandere partner, i would say - rough treatment followed by apology upon apology, as if anything would change as long as he’d be keeping you there » emma would be doting and kind, so much so that you’d think she was also a ‘victim’ of john’s, but that is far from the case - she would be the one keeping you fed and healthy, but as soon as you step out of line in her eyes (burning the toast, using crude language, etc.) you’re getting locked in the basement. for your own sake, of course!

» you wouldn’t be chained up, as long as you keep quiet and stop trying the locks - once they know they can really trust you, they’d even let you hang the laundry under their watchful eye » emma expects you to help around the house, since that’s where you’re gonna be spending the rest of your life, if they can help it - she’ll teach you how to wash the rugs and bedspreads properly, and how to make breakfast for john just how he likes - you'll end up making emma's breakfast too, so get ready to wake up extra early :) » john would be awkward, and often very abrasive, with his romantic approaches - expect random, teeth-clashing kisses with a vice grip on your hip. he’s only ever seen kisses between lovers, he doesn’t know exactly how to go about it - feel free to try and teach him! he’ll get angry at you for treating him like a child, though :/ he's the man of the house, he knows how to kiss » emma wouldn’t be very forward with her approach, maybe gentle touches here and there - the only time she’d be romantic with you is during chores, showing you how to fold as she cradles you from behind - or when she puts you to bed, with a sweet kiss on the forehead and a whisper of something more, maybe? » you’re never allowed in their rooms unless invited, so don’t go snooping! if you do, don’t expect to see sunlight for a very long time - emma has since relocated to their mother’s old room, so she can have a little bit more privacy for her makeup & such - john is still situated in his room, but it’s now very bare-bones since emma left. he isn’t the best at interior design like she is

#emma skillpa x reader #john skillpa x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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moodymelanist · 7 months

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Professor cassian and student nesta smut?

hope you don't mind that it's just ~roleplay~

accepting kinktober prompts all october long! any acotar couples i've written for are fair game (not just nessian, although I certainly love wrting those freaks getting freaky)

Cassian had asked Nesta to give him a few minutes to set their office up for today’s game, which mostly involved putting one of their dining room chairs in front of his desk and making sure the curtains were firmly shut.

The neighbors certainly didn’t need to catch a glimpse of whatever was going to happen in here.

There wasn’t really much else for him to do other than twiddle his thumbs, so Cassian took a seat behind his desk. Just as he got comfortable, a knock sounded on the door, and he didn’t fight his smile at Nesta’s punctuality. He’d said ten minutes, and that was exactly what she’d given him.

"Come in," Cassian called. He pretended to shuffle some papers around just for something to do with his hands as his girlfriend opened the door, and then he was gripping the pages so tightly he half-worried he was going to rip something.

Nesta had gone for the stereotypical schoolgirl outfit, complete with a white buttoned-up shirt, tiny plaid skirt, and even a little matching plaid tie. Her legs looked long and muscular and Cassian wanted them wrapped around him even more than usual, which was saying something.

"Professor," Nesta greeted him after a moment, leaning against the doorframe with an innocent look on her face. Her skirt was so short it was a miracle he couldn't see her underwear. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

Cassian took a deep breath so he wouldn't lose it right there. "Yes, I did. Have a seat, Miss Archeron."

"Okay." Nesta closed the door behind her and slid into the chair facing his desk. "Did I do something wrong, sir?"

"You failed your last test," he told her, running with the first thing that popped into his brain. She'd graduated summa cum laude from both undergrad and law school, so it was probably the first time she'd ever heard the words before. "At the rate you're going, you won't pass my class."

"Oh no," she replied with overexaggerated concern. To really sell it, she gave him a little frown and added, "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do?"

"At this point?” he answered, pretending to think about it for a few seconds before releasing a heavy sigh. “I’m not sure there’s anything to be done.”

"I need this class to graduate, sir,” Nesta said pleadingly. She leaned forward and shifted her weight onto her elbows, the motion stretching her already-tight shirt nearly to the point of no return. “Is there really nothing I can do?”

“Well…” he trailed off with another sigh. “I suppose there might be an opportunity for extra credit.”

“I’ll do anything,” she told him, her eyes going big and pleading. He loved her when she was all sharp edges, but he wouldn’t lie — this was really doing it for him, too. “Please?”

“This has to stay between us, Miss Archeron,” he responded. “I can’t have the other students finding out about any… preferential treatment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed quickly. “I’m good at keeping my mouth full — I mean, shut.”

“Is that so?” Cassian asked, smirking. He’d mostly been thinking about bending her over the desk and fucking her until she cried, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity she’d handed him. “Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

Nesta got out of her chair and slowly walked around the corner of the desk, giving Cassian more than enough time to appreciate how beautiful she was. She’d left her hair down for once instead of her usual coronet, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was so he could dig his hands in while he fucked her face.

She was thoughtful like that. It was one of the many reasons why he loved her.

“How do you want me, sir?” Nesta asked, coming to a stop right next to him.

Cassian turned in his chair so he was facing her, pressing one of his hands to her bare thigh. Her skin was soft and a little cool as usual, and right on cue, she shivered at the heat pouring off him. “On your knees.”

He inhaled sharply as she sunk to her knees, somehow managing not to break eye contact as she reached for the zipper on his pants. He couldn’t help his groan as she took him out of his pants and gave him a quick stroke, and when she ran her thumb across the head he couldn’t help another, louder groan.

“How bad do you want to pass, sweetheart?” Cassian asked, his cock hard and hot in her hand.

“A lot, sir,” Nesta answered. She blinked up at him before letting go of his cock so she could unbutton her shirt, revealing a dark red bra that emphasized the perfect size of her breasts. “Can I show you?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching out to gather her hair into a messy ponytail. “If you do a good enough job… maybe you’ll pass my class after all.”

“Anything for an A,” she replied. She pulled his pants down lower for better access and returned her hand to his cock with a smirk of her own. “Sir.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he retorted, pulling her head closer to his cock. “Why don’t you focus on getting a D, yeah? That’s a passing grade, isn’t it?”

Nesta rolled her eyes at his joke but opened her mouth to suck Cassian down anyway. She gave him a few tentative bobs of her head before she took more of him, and he groaned at the feeling of all that wet heat surrounding his cock. “Fuck, that’s it.”

“So fucking gorgeous,” Cassian murmured, enraptured. He couldn’t look away from the obscene stretch of Nesta’s lips around his cock, and he sank back into his chair as she worked him like the pro that she was. “Love watching you, sweetheart.”

Nesta could take most of him, but what she couldn’t reach with her mouth and throat, she was more than happy to make up for with her hands. She wrapped one around the base of her cock and timed her strokes to the bob of her head, and it didn’t take long before Cassian was practically putty in her hands.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Cassian panted, tightening his grip on Nesta’s hair. “So beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

Nesta couldn’t speak, but that didn’t stop her from showing her approval. She moaned around his cock and the vibration made him buck into her mouth.

“Yeah? You like hearing how good you look sucking my cock?” he said, groaning when she whined as best she could with most of her mouth full. “Course you do. Pretty thing like you needs her mouth stuffed, doesn’t she?”

“Mhmm,” she moaned. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she reached up to fondle his balls with her free hand, and the simmering heat in his gut went supernova.

Cassian abandoned any semblance of control as he widened his stance and started fucking into her mouth. Her eyes went a little wide and started watering, but she didn’t dare look away from him. If anything, she gave him the green light when he felt her other hand creep down to join the one already playing with his balls.

“God, Nesta, don’t stop,” Cassian grunted, a little crazed with the way his cock looked going in and out of her mouth. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, gonna fill up that perfect little throat—”

Cassian held Nesta’s head in place as he came down her throat, thrusting into her mouth with a few short, jerky pumps of his hips as pleasure rocked through him. He didn’t let up until she smacked his thigh three times in a row, their signal for when she needed to breathe, and then she was pulling herself off his cock with a slightly dazed look on her face.

“Jesus, that was hot,” Cassian said once he could think straight again. He released his tight grip on Nesta’s hair and gently ran his hands through it, trying to sort out some of the tangles he’d caused without hurting her. “You’re an A+ student in my book, sweetheart. Was that okay for you?”

Nesta nuzzled her cheek into his thigh and looked up at him with a sweet smile. She was floating a little bit, and it made him melt that she trusted him enough to let go like this. “Mhmm. Better than okay.”

“Okay,” he replied with a smile of his own. He reached down and hauled her into his lap, ignoring the way his cock twitched at having her so close. “Come on. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

#acotar #acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar kinktober #kinktober #nessian prompts #anon asks #moodymelanistwrites

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bunni-v1 · 3 months

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Oh, I would LOVE to hear more about your college au!!

I feel like a lot of folks just age them up and call it a day, but I love when I run into people really detail their own au out. One thing I loved that I ran into once was the idea that each dorm was divided into majors - and that's part of your sorting. Pomefiore being Theater Arts (Epel, farm boy going to college to improve and modernize his town agriculture, is just extra horrified lol) though I figure they could probably pick their own minor.

Anyway, I adore hearing details!

TWST College AU (First Years!!!)

🍓Hiiiiii! Thank you for asking! I figured I'd just answer this informally since it shouldn't take too long! (And, to be honest, I don't feel like writing a bunch of headcannons for the entire cast :/)

I really like the idea of the dorms being sorted by major, but uhm... I see Ace as a Film major and Riddle as a Med School student so... that wouldn't really work for me?

The basic idea IS to age them up because I am a college student and I want to write about college students -- plus, the twst campus is set up A LOT like a college already, so I always felt weird that it was a high school? Even when I was still a high schooler playing the game, it never felt like a high school, so obviously I decided to just... change it because that's what fanfic is for.

I also didn't want to just... make them all 18. Like... consistency is important people! Leona is 24 now, sorry girlies <3

So I've talked about the age differences and explained Ortho and all that in my rules (read them please :3). I also mentioned that they act differently! The first years won't change too much, because they are still NEW college students, but they respond to things with more maturity than they would if they were just 15/16 year olds. Because... of course, they would. (I would hope 18-year-olds would be a little more mature.)

But I didn't talk about the structures that I changed, mostly based on my own schedule. I'm only gonna use the first years as examples so please forgive me for ignoring your faves <3

So, the first thing I changed is there is no homeroom teacher because we don't have homeroom teachers in college! So, students have multiple different classes throughout the day.

Let's take our little film major Ace, shall we? Ace's first class of the day is a 'core' class, which is the class he has with Yuu and Deuce. It's a basic magic history course that's required for everyone to take, and it's mostly filled with other first-years. Jack, Epel, and Sebek are all in the class too! This class happens three times a week, MWF. He has three other classes, two of which are major-related and one of which is another core magic class.

Each student has their own specific schedule, and they sometimes overlap with each other. This includes first, second, and third years. To give you a little example: Epel and Ruggie take a course on magic plants together!

Many of the courses at NRC have magic at their core -- because it's a magic school -- but their students are free to study whatever they please! That's why Ace is a film major because he wants to be. He cannot, however, pick what kind of magic he gets to study.

Because, of course, the kind of magic you study is based on the dorm you are sorted into. Students have to take at least four classes to do with their dorm's magic type to graduate. It's harder for some students and easier for others.

Epel, of course, hates Pomefiore because he HATES potion-making. He is also surrounded by many theatre majors because... well... just because your dorm doesn't decide your major doesn't stop the same types of people from gathering in one place.

Each dorm has a stereotypical major type associated with it. Many students in Octinivelle are business majors, Pomefiore is performing arts, Savanahclaw is the fitness kids, etc.

So, with all that out of the way, I want to go through the core cast of first years. Namely, their majors and the way I've tweaked their personalities.

Ace: As I mentioned, he's a film major! He loves movies, and he's such a geek about them, so he thought 'Why not!' To be specific, he wants to go into film writing, but he's not dedicated himself to it yet. He's still got four years ahead of him, so he doesn't have to worry about it too hard. Ace is a LOT more chill as a college student. He still teases his friends and he's STILL a huge dickhead, but he knows when he fucked up and needs to apologize. He's more willing to just back off when he needs to and accept his faults as his own, unlike highschool Ace in game. He's still got a firey personality and will stand up to authority, so at his core, he's still the same Ace, just a bit more chilled out.

Deuce: Is a first-generation college student, so he feels like he's got a lot riding on his back. He went into business, mostly because he felt like he HAD to if he wanted a good life for himself. However, he dabbles in a lot of stuff. He constantly does a ton of extracurriculars and is curious about all the courses at NRC. This Deuce is more self-assured than he usually is. He's confident in what he feels he wants/needs, even if it ISN'T what he wants/needs. He, however, still is not great at managing his anger. He still has really big outbursts when he's been upset by something, but he tries his best to keep a cool head and ALWAYS apologizes afterward to his friends.

Jack: You guys are just gonna have to trust me on this one. Jack is majoring in kinesiology with a minor in physical education. He wants to be a personal trainer/occupational therapist! In my opinion, Jack stays the MOST consistent among the first years. He's still pretty strong in his sense of justice, and he's reliable and generally pretty nice. The only thing I could really see changing is that he's a bit more approachable and he's more willing to talk to his fellow students.

Epel: POOR EPEL LMAO. He's an agricultural major, specifically in Agribusiness so he can help his family farm grow more, because he loves his granny so much. He also minors in Agricultural magic -- so, learning about how magic can be used to cultivate plants and the like. Imagine his surprise when he's shoved into the "performing arts" dorm. Epel has more come into his own as a college student. He'd be less pissy about his more feminine looks, though he still tries his best to appear more masculine. He's more willing to bite back at Vil than normal as well because he's an adult now and he doesn't wanna be pushed around.

Ortho: Kid genius! He's a robot, so of course he's a kid genius. Ortho is the only member of the cast who is still under 18 (he's 16 years old and in college!) He majors in computer science, specifically robotics -- he likes to understand how he works lol. BUT, he's an anthropology minor! He likes learning about humans too! He's still very much adoring of his brother, but he has a personality outside of that lol. He's sassy and witty, and really sociable! I'd go so far as to say he's popular around campus, especially since he involves himself in a bunch of different activities.

Sebek: Sebek majors in Magical Studies! It's a general major that can be filtered down into multiple different specific majors, but as for now, he's just Magic Studies generally. Sebek is... an oddball... even still in college. His love for Malleus has never gone away, nor has his dedication. He's like the kid you meet who never really grew up past their freshman year -- mostly because they were never really exposed to ideas outside of what they know. College would have him on edge because A LOT of it is just questioning what he knows, and he's not handling it well. I would say he's probably more awkward than anything. Not as in him making others uncomfortable with his weird behaviors, but him making HIMSELF uncomfortable because of it lol. (He still needs to grow a lot!)

That's all I can think of though! Thank you for asking, I loveeeeeeee questions!!

#bunni babbles 🍓#twst #bunni's treats 🧁#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt #ortho shroud #epel felmier #jack howl

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oatmealmika · 10 months

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FEM! TRAFALGAR LAW HEADCANONS BECAUSE I LOVE WOMEN

a/n : sometimes i just wish law was actually written as a girl cuz DAMN

first off, CLOTHES SHE'D WEAR!!

i'm getting major streetwear/chola style vibes from fem! law

like i mean ripped up baggy jeans, croptops, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, sports bras, long clickity clackity nails (if she really wanted to but very occasionally), and of course (his? her?) their hat

she got her earrings done when she was too little to remember so it's just annoying to have to redo them every so often

i have no clue who'd do her tattoos since she most definitely wouldn't trust some sketchy guy to do them

maybe herself but i don't think that's it either

and whenever you ask her, she makes up a different story (like that one blond guy in "ratatouille" who has a criminal record)

"woke up with it" "they're stick n pokes" "this guy i knew who would only wear bucket hats" and of course "nunya"

she is half german and half mexican (may or may not be self projection with the mexican part)

i get HUGE ymir from aot vibes with fem! law

she appears rude, hardheaded, and pessimistic, but she really does care about others and does have some hope in her (wishing her crew likes her horrendous hawaiian shirts)

her music taste is rock, rap, indie dream pop (tv girl), and then sad spanish songs that slap way too hard (i'm thinking "no me queda mas" by selena, a bunch of vicente fernandez songs my mom loves to play at full volume, and "amor eterno" by rocio durcal)

def not straight i mean just look at fem! law fanart on tumblr bro like honey... and man, am i glad she isn't straight cuz GODDAMN

if you go out with her, you need to order for her pls she can't do it on her own

but she will take the bill, no excuses

i think the type of person she needs as a partner would have to be okay with silence, they have to be outgoing and fun but mature with intense situations, and yeah

plays the bass guitar and has been for years

also plays the drums but her main instrument is bass

really wants to be in a band but not really since she hates the idea of having to be nice all the time for the public

at a mall, she either hangs out at hot topic, barnes and nobles, or justice the whole time

got a bunch of piercings all over her but that's a secret lol nobody knows...

UNTIL I TELL YOU: bellybutton, industrial, conch, ear lobe, tragus, bridge, middle tongue, hip, nipple, and then a bunch of genital piercings i will not be discussing any further XD

her most used apps are photos, notes, tumblr, pinterest, depop, and....... ao3

OKAY OKAY as hard as it might be to believe this, this is NOT self projection it is TRUTH

she doesn't religiously read fics or anything, just occasional oneshots about her nerdy crap when she's bored or something

my girl out here reading her "sora, warrior of the sea" 10k+ fics 💀

if you take her home to meet the family, at first they'll be thrown off by her intimidating looks, but soon enough they'll realize what a little loser she is! the cutie patootie she is <3

LOVE LOVE LOVES cringy 70s/80s/90s movies (think "grease", "the princess bride", "pretty in pink", "10 things i hate about you", etc.)

she doesn't know why. she hates the dumb stereotypes and all that stuff, but she just can't help it! she's so real for it too

idk why but i feel like she'd LOVE spiderman???? like as an obsession?

she is pretty normal about the live action movies, it's just SPIDERVERSE THAT MAKES HER GO CRAZY

she also wants to be good at art but never has motivation to do it

she def has an upside down smile (that what it's called? i think of it more as a "oh that's cringy look and stare y'all" smile)

is she scrawny? muscular? i can't decide honestly. like yeah guy law has some brawn, but he is still a pretty lanky guy, so that's why i see fem! law as a lanky chick. but i love muscular women... goddamn she is just lanky. she obviously has some meat on her bones, but not much.

that being said, i don't think she's very curvaceous either (let's pretend oda didn't draw her the way he did). she is no doubt an a cup, and while her butt is fairly larger, she's still pretty flat.

she also only ever wears sports bras since she thinks regular bras are uncomfy and a hassle.

for a va to replace masc! law's, i would say for japanese romi park. for english, i'd say either trina nushimura or elizabeth maxwell.

for one piece live action, i would want like zendaya as fem! law 😭 aye anything for queen zendaya

only bepo knows this, but she wears socks and sandals on sundays no fail.

has a tattoo somewhere of bepo's name inside a heart with an arrow through it (think those tattoos that tough guys get, with instead of bepo, "mom" is what's written)

fem! law still wears ugly ass hawaiian shirts, don't get it mixed up ✊

that's all for now :)

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

have a good day!!

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagines #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #op law #fem trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece headcanons #trafalgar law headcanons #law headcanons #genderbend #she's so real #pathetic loser

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gattnk · 9 months

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Only Dolce's saccharine nature could counter Kabalè's acrid attitude.

Probably one of my best pairs in terms of contrast, hands down! I'm really proud of how they came out :D Let's go over them design notes:

While Kabalè gave me a lot of room for exploration between her two canon designs, Dolce was pretty straightforward in terms of source material, since she's a series-exclusive character.

I wanted to keep Dolce as part of the main cast because I noticed some animosity from the fandom towards her back in the day, particularly over how "dumb" and stereotypically girly she was. There should be room for ultra-feminine characters in girl-focused media, because I know a lot of girls and women love them and look up to them, and who am I to deny them their fun?

My position regarding Dolce pretty much defined what I would do with Kabalè. If Dolce got to be unapologetically feminine in the traditional sense, why, Kabale HAD to be feminine in a transgressive sense! Those familiar with Ever After High know what I'm talking about: the "opposite" figure to the pink goodie-goodie princess is the purple rebellious evil witch.

My decision to make Kabalè more tanned than her canon counterparts stemmed from the same place as Mefisto and Gabi's changes: it matched her new design much better in terms of color contrast, and adding a bit more variety to the devils wouldn't hurt. I also wanted to pay homage to her hair in both iterations by making her blonde with a high ponytail and a streak.

I studied Dolce's key traits and focused on them for her new design: hearts, pink contrasted with blue and white, and puffy hair. I actually increased the amount of pink but used less saturated hues so they wouldn't clash or feel like too much, and used cyan and off-white accessories to visually segment her body by her joints, similar to an articulated doll.

For Kabalè I chose to mix her "spooky-chic" colors from the series with her comic design, and then I focused on modernizing said design! Not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun looking at current urban fashion and playing around with Kabalè's purple palette, it's not too common apparently (outside of Gengar apparel, lol).

Dolce's mascot, a blushing phantom butterfly, is right atop her hairband to represent how Dolce is the most emotionally mature of the group, since she's also naturally open-minded and focused on positive self-growth. Meanwhile, Kabalè's badger bat perches inside her jacket's inner pocket, symbolizing how Kabalè's polarizing nature often isolates her from the world around her.

Honestly I'm glad these two came out as well as they did, for the longest time I was stuck with them until some good friends of mine gave me a crucial helping hand. To put it bluntly, I wanted them to look grand but my sense of fashion is a bit too practical... all my pants are jeans and I only wear grayscale t-shirts :V Here's the obligatory link to my rewrite fic I'll Fly With You, which I'm working on pretty diligently for now. No promises, but it takes me something like 2 months per chapter? let's hope I didn't jinx it by telling you, heh.

#my art tag #angel's friends #angels friends #character redesign #IFWY #dolce #kabale

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rainyamidala · 1 year

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Hi, could you write an angsty Jake Sully x Na’vi!wife Reader?? Maybe set in Avatar 2 and she gets injured after saving her kids from Quaritch in the forest and Jake freaks out? Thank you so much lovely x

authors note; this is rough. BOLD AND SMALS MEANS PAST. LOOKING BACK AT SOMETHING THATS ALREADY HAPPENED!!!!!

I am not american, my mother tongue is NOT english!!

she/her used. will continue to be used unless requested otherwise.

theme; jake's wife died in the second battle against Quaritch - he can't seem to move on or forget about her.

warning; mentions of death, loss of a parent and lover, grief

note to requester; im sure this isn't what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy regardless! sorry for the wait!!!!

"I can't just forget about her - you don't understand." Jake said to Tonowari, who sat down next to him.

Tonowari and jake had grown extremely close after everything that had happened, becoming the stereotypical father-duo you'd see on eath. of course, jake would never say this. Anyone on pandora – especially recently – hated the sky people. But after what had happened to Jake's wife, they had grown even closer. Tonowari had no idea what he was dealing with, true.. but he wanted jake to know he had a friend.

No matter how much Jake pushed him away, he always came back to help. Even though Jake doesn't say thank you a lot, he was very thankful.

"I'm not saying you have to let her memory go, Jake. I am saying that you have to let her spirit rest with Eywa. She's protected."

"Oh, what the hell does it matter if Eywa is protecting her when I couldn't protect her while she was still alive." Jake said, almost interrupting the leaders sentence. He knew Tonowari had nothing but good intentions, but Jake felt so guilty. guilty about bringing his family here, especially his wife (knowing she hated the place) – guilty about his children being left without a mother..

"It couldn't have been prevented. She died protecting her family and my people. For that she will never be forgotten." Tono said, placing a hand on jake's shoulder. He gave him a sympathetic look, even though jake was looking down to the water he had his feet in.

"Jake.. " She struggled to say his name, reaching to touch his face. Jake had grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek as he bent down so she wouldn't have to struggle so much – his hand still on top of hers as a tear swam down his cheek. "oh, ma jake. don't cry." even though she was struggling to speak full sentences, she smiled a soft smile as tears ran down her very own cheeks. the open wound in her stomach sent occasional (but more regular by the second) shots of pain through her body, making her body, making her jaw clench or her breathing pause as it happened, depending on whether or not she spoke. she was quivering because of the cold - she was bleeding out. there was no chance she could survive this. not here.

Jake, still holding his wives hand to his cheek, leaned down even more. he kissed her on the forehead, before resting his own on hers with his eyes closed. it hurt too much to look at her. she was trying to be strong for him, even though she was the one dying. it really explains so easily who she is and how she treats the ones she cares for.

Jake shut his eyes and tilted his head a little, thinking about what had happened. It hurt him. It had hurt him gravely, and it forever would. "I just.." Jake said, his voice breaking and it caused him to pause. "I couldn't. There was nothing I could.. " Jake stopped himself again, feeling a recently familiar lump in his throat growing. "I know. I know." Tonowari said with a nod, knowing Jake was about to say it wasn't anything he could do. he was about to explain himself for the hundredth time - but he didn't have to. no one blamed him for what had happened.

"Jake.. " She said, whimpering. she was shaking uncontrollably because of the cold that was due to the blood loss. her body was shutting down and she knew she was about to die. although a scary feeling — she felt at ease knowing eywa would take care of and protect her.

"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know." Jake said, pulling away to look at her as he let her hand be freed from his hand and cheek. "I'm going to be okay." she whispered.

Jake looked up at the sky, trying to stop himself from crying. she deserved better than having the last thing she saw be Jake crying. "Ma jake, I need you to listen to me." She pressed through her teeth, trying to speak as calmly as she could despite the pain. Jake looked back down from the sky and at his beautiful, beautiful wife. she took his hand, squeezing it as hard as she could and offered him a warm, kind, soft, and familiar smile before she spoke again. "I am going to be okay. This is not your fault." she pressed her lips together, before pushing out the last thing she could. "Oel ngati kameie." she whispered, before slowly fading away. Jake realised quickly, his eyes widening as tears streamed down his face. he used his arms to lift her to his lap, her chest and up now laying on him as he used his arm to support her head. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, repeatedly screaming the words "no, no, no, no," over and over again, he pressed his body to hers, hugging her.

"no, no, no, this can't be happening." he said as he pulled away from her body and looked at her. he used his hand to remove some pieces of hair from her face, only to realise she was so, so incredibly cold.

"tìng mikyun ayoer rutxe, ma mawma sa'nok. srung si poeru ma eywa. rutxe, zamunge oeyä yawne ne'im"

*hear us please, all mother. eywa, help her. please, send my beloved back. *

"rutxe, eyng, ma eywa"

* please, respond eywa. *

he cried to eywa, begging. but it did not work. and now he was bound to an eternity of praying for his wife back, even if he knew it would never work.

#fanfiction #rainyamidala #avatar 2009 #jake sully #jake sully x reader #na'vi #neytiri x reader #avatar #jake sully fluff #jake sully imagine #jake sully angst #jake suy and reader #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n

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Azure Gleam Ch 14

I feel sad knowing this route is almost over :(

NARRATION

As much as Claude is annoying me right now, it's cool to see Faerghus, the Alliance, and the church all team up.

So it looks like we're fighting Caspar and Bergliez again. It's so much easier on me to kill the Empire characters lol.

It's so funny that all the Empire characters know something is weird with Edelgard, but are like "I'm still fighting anyways."

Is there any explanation of what happened to her? Or is this just a cope out so the war keeps going without making her into a flat-out evil.

Bergliez tells Caspar to run away. He's not though. And honestly, I don't want him. Not Hopes!Caspar at least. Brgliez keeps trying though, which guess he gets some dad points? Maybe? I like him more than Holst.

He compares what they're doing to captains that go down with their ship. So needless death. Ship captains have no choice, but they do and they keep fighting. Poor taste.

They're heading for the monastery. Shocking. I know. /s

I love how in the other routes, I protect Aegir. In this one, I'm sure I'll get to kill him. Feels good.

They talk strategy.

I honestly appreciate that this games goes a bit more into strategy. It's not super detailed, but more than Fire Emblem usually does lol.

Arval is like, ok, it's my turn. The suggestion is to just strike everyone all at once.

She's like, we've got the stronger army, let's act like it. I like that kind of thinking.

Felix calls Shez a boar lol. Says we have too boars in this army.

SIDE BATTLES/MAP

Shez tried to sympathize with Linhardt about possibly fighting Caspar and he's like "it doesn't really bother me" lol.

Felix admires Berlgeiz however the fuck you spell his name because he finds the sense of duty to the Empire despite it being a giant fuck up right now admirable. Coming from Felix, that's hysterical. I wish Shez had the option to tease Felix about it lol.

A scholar just said Dimitri appreciates their input (calculating how much food and raw materials is needed etc) unlike many other leaders. Happy to see more Dimitri praise in this game.

Petra once knocked Duke Aegir on his ass for insulting her father. I wonder if you get to learn this amazing piece of Petra lore in other routes or if this is an AG exclusive badassery.

Ok, so some random church NPC talked about how killing Edelgard would end the Emperor bloodline because there's rumors all her siblings are dead. Her backstory is really so weird. How would people not know about a bunch of dead princes and princesses?

Yuri is religious? He says he has a habit of praying before a big event, something he does because his mother did. I like it when characters add something unexpected to them that the usual stereotype of that character doesn't usually have.

If Hubert came up with "those who slither in the dark" as a nickname, how come everyone uses it? Even people who wouldn't know Hubert at all like Flayn?

Lorenz was just talking up how smart Claude is and all I can think is that GW!Claude isn't smart enough to find his way out of a wet paper bag.

I just got all of Shez's Blue Lions supports unlocked. Now I need to still get Flayn, Seteth, Catherine, Jeralt, and Byleth. I'm not sure I have enough time. But I'm going to try.

Duke Aegir is Thales' puppet. So TWSITD is ruling the Empire.

Edelgard just mindlessly listens to Aegir and Thales.

This lady turned on the Empire big time. Dimitri says he's still throwing her into a cell, lol.

Dimitri believes what she said though. He brings up the evidence he discovered while investigating in White Clouds. And also uses the Tomas situation as more evidence.

Dimitri now knows that his father, the knights, and the citizens of Duscur would all be alive without those mages.

He says they have the right to seek justice in the way they see fit. I love it. Not apologizing for defending themselves, but owning taking the initiative against TWSITD.

And there's a lot of people in the Blue Lions who has a personal beef with TWSITD.

I can finally give Dimitri the merc whistle! He also had a second set of dialogue on the map this chapter. It was about some Empire general we captured.

SHEZ & FELIX A

This one starts on a battlefield instead of training. Still very Felix.

And they're complimenting each other. Felix is complimenting someone. But it's their swordfighting so . . .

Shez is beginning to understanding Felix, saying he assigns a role to himself and carries it out. Which, she's not wrong.

Felix credits Rodrigue for his skill, lol. He also just complimented Rodrigue. Good for Felix.

His style is passed down in Fraldarius for generations. Because they're so tight. Man, the Dimitri/Felix yaoi writes itself.

Shez calls him indispensable to Dimitri and everyone. Felix is the lance and shield. Shez is the projectile like an arrow or stone.

She tells him to be more direct with compliments, Felix gets annoyed, but then says Shez is important to the army too.

Felix says Shez can't stay focused in battle - like she has someone talking to her in her head. More proof on how perceptive Felix is.

Also kudos to Byleth for Felix never noticing the same, which, imo, is perfectly in character for Byleth and Shez.

Shez is actually happy to know that Felix knows her so well that she spotted it. Since she gets sappy, Felix goes tsundere is like "I'm never complimenting you again!" Congrats, Shez, it means you're one of his people now if he's that emotionally fickle with you lamo.

This support was mostly just Shez and Felix gushing over how good the other is at fighting and how important they are to the group as a whole. I loved it. AG!Shez must be so much happier and more grounded than poor SB!Shez.

SHEZ & DIMITRI A

Dimitri is on break, but also depressed. Shez is concerned. Of course, it's because Dimitri can't relax. Other people are working, so he feels bad that he's not.

Shez asks why Dimitri is so insistent on it. Dimitri says it's the only way he knows how to be. That his life has never belonged to him because of his birthright.

Aaaaand of course the tragedy comes up, saying that makes him feel responsible too. So it's rooted partly in trauma :(

I can disagree or sympathize with him. Not sure which. I think I'm going to disagree, that it's not all his responsibility.

Ohh, Shez says he needs to trust people who wants to help.

Dimitri wants to ease the pain of the dead and living. That he'll have to make sacrifices to reach that goal, but doesn't want anyone else to suffer because of his goals. So he must carry the burden alone.

Shez is like, what about you're suffering and pain. That he can't care for others if he doesn't care for himself first.

Dimitri's like, I don't know how to respond to that - but like earnestly doesn't know. He doesn't know how to take care of his own pain nor what happiness would look like for him.

(God, this support is just making me love AM even more in retrospect, knowing that Dimitri gets to learn all of this, an my God wouldn't it be awesome if there was some kind of AG/AM blend that included this support somewhere in the middle)

Shez is like, how can you not know that? Asks what makes him smile? Like defeating a rival or a banquet.

Dimitri doesn't think he has the right to such happiness.

Good, God, Dimitri. He says he can only think of his death and leaving happy citizens and a peaceful kingdom behind.

Lord, nobody knows how much I love this. Like, not for Dimitri, boy needs therapy asap, and I want him to just be happy.

But, as a avid anime/manga and fantasy fan, do you know how many snot-nosed spoiled chosen ones and royalty and nobles I've come across who bitch and moan endlessly about their privileges lives because it comes with responsibilities and how they want to be a commoner with NO FUCKING IDEA what it's like to work day in and day out for someone who doesn't really care about you and will just replace you if convenient but your entire livelihood is dependent on spending most of your able-bodies life slaving away for them? Not to mention - back then - it would likely be some backbreaking work with shitty working conditions and no modern medicine or workers rights? It's so infuriating. Sometime they have a point, like pressure or whatever, but the older I get, the less I sympathize with their whining.

But Dimitri is like the exact opposite. He can't even be an individual away from his role at a leader because he's thrown too much of himself into it with no complaining at all. It's just so refreshing to see something the exact opposite of how this usually plays out, and is so much more interesting to explore than the same old for the xnth time.

Shez is like, you're dismal sometimes, she's not wrong. And is like why is death what makes me happy. Dimitri sounds like he doesn't even get that it sounded dismal while saying it.

She's like, what about partying with friends! Dimitri's like, wasted on me. But he says seeing his friends smile does make him happy.

Shez is annoyed with him lol. And is like, k, I'll just have to work twice as hard.

"You're going to take a break. And by the goddess, you're going to like it." I actually laughed. God, I love Shez.

She's like, you need to leave the office, bud. Dimitri says no words can express his gratitude.

I love their friendship so much. Like, I honestly don't think I ship it? I think they're just really tight friends, which Dimitri is such a shipping magnet, it's nice to see something as just pure friendship.

This is by far my favorite lord/Shez dynamic. Though, I think I ship Shez most with Byleth and I haven't even seen their supports yet.

ASHE & RAPHAEL C

Raphael is eating a lot. Shocking.

Raphael opened an inn??? And he's the cook. But he never gets compliments on his cooking, which makes him think his food tastes bad. He confesses that he doesn't know how to cook.

Ashe volunteers to teach Raphael how to cook.

Ashe thinks one of the best feelings in the world is when someone likes the food you cook.

Ashe test tries Raphael's food, which is just a pile of meat lol. Raphael doesn't understand why people would want anything else.

He describes Raphael's food like bacon wrapped around a salt lick lamo.

Unlike the Empire which won't eat their veggies like a bunch of spoiled brats, Ashe is promoting healthy veggie eating and understands food is best when you match complimentary flavors, including veggies, those Empire heathens.

Poor Raphael gets confused. Ashe talks about seasoning, and Raphael thinks like spring, summer, etc . . . and not like garlic.

Ashe is determined to help though.

Fairly wholesome support.

ASHE & INGRID B

They only got 1 support :(

Ingrid's troubled. Ashe notices. But she denies it.

Ashe encourages Ingrid to talk to him.

Ingrid's amazed by how fertile the lands are. And it's Faerghus lands. It's because of lack of snow and lots of fields.

Both Ashe and Ingrid notice things like the wheat fields.

Ingrid basically lives on rocks. So, hard to grow food.

Ashe thinks the effort will pay off later, even if Ingrid doesn't live long enough to see the results.

Ashe was quoting King Loog. Ingrid notices, lol. They start geeking out a bit. I love Ashe and Ingrid geeking out.

Dagda apparently also has soil issues. They have a crop they can grow despite that, but can't remember the name, but thinks Shamir might know. So Ingrid has hope she can learn it.

Ashe says he's just helping her as a friend, not a knight.

He can relate to being hungry because he grew up poor.

INGRID & ANNETTE B

Annette is trying to convince herself to grab something and run. Ingrid accidentally scares her. It's dark outside, so Annette's likely afraid of ghosts or something lol.

Of course, Annette wants a book she left in the mess hall. A woman after my own heart, braving fear because of love of a book.

Ingrid was heading there too. Annette's like this is destiny.

It's so dark even Ingrid gets spooked, but not as much as Annette. Who runs into a pile of crates lol.

Ingrid asks Annette if she's afraid of the dark. And poor Annette is, but really wishes she wasn't.

Ingrid, though, isn't afraid of the dark or ghosts. Annette is fascinated how Ingrid isn't afraid of ghosts.

Ingrid's brothers used to tell her those stories, but Ingrid thinks it's proof ghosts isn't real because you'd run into them more.

Ingrid actually wishes ghosts were real, because then she'd be able to talk to the dead still. But accepts that the dead are dead.

Annette circles that back to living while you're still alive.

Annette decides to walk back by herself to conquer her fears.

Ingrid is impressed with Annette's attitude.

INGRID & DEDUE A

This is a support I'm very curious about. It's their only one, but it's A. Plus, this game has handled Ingrid and Duscur much better.

Dedue has "brought substance" - it's just a cream puff lol.

Ingrid is happy with the timing. She's writing reports on their last fight in the Duscur region. And thinks it'll be a while until things stabilize.

Both Ingrid and Dedue agree that the Kingdom and Duscur have good and bad people. Ingrid gets upset over the innocent people getting lumped into the bad ones.

Dedue says he used to hate Faerghus, but meeting the nice people like Dimitri and others has made him expand his views.

People used to throw stones at Dedue - and Dimitri too :(

Ingrid says she would've remained gnorant about Duscur if she'd never meant Dedue.

Dedue says he finds Ingrid's willingness to change admirable. Ingrid admits she has a long way to go still.

She invites Dedue to go get a snack together and suggests an inn that Dimitri suggested with good food, owned by someone from Duscur. Pretty sure that was mentioned in her support with him.

Dedue is just pissed that Dimitri went wandering around town with only just Ingrid, seeing it as reckless, lamo.

I love all the Blue Lions, man.

YURI & SETETH A

Yuri fell for a trap. Because it was his "second worst" brush with death, Seteth is curious about the first. It was the plague that wrecked Faerghus (and killed Dimitri's mother). Yuri survived without a doctor's help.

An old man saved him. They found some old man on the road, took him in, and then later he saved Yuri. But is dead by now.

Seteth seems to know who it is.

There's a legend that one of the Ten Elites got sick and got healthy after getting a crest from a Saint.

So Seteth thinks Yuri got his rare crest from the actual saint? Or close descendant of.

So that explains why Yuri's hinted at living longer than average, and has a super rare crest.

Seteth is happy to learn one of his old friends may have found peace in his final moments because he got to save a child's life.

I don't know if his House's supports tells you about this lore, but it's cool to learn it here.

It's also nice to see Yuri talk to someone without picking a fight. He was so chill, almost friendly to Seteth rather than sounding a bit like a fanfic edgelord initially (like, I like Yuri, but some of him reeks of baby's first fanfic OC).

SHEZ & FLAYN A

Flayn's upset with Seteth, who told her no about something.

Man, Seteth and Flayn's relationship would be creepy as fuck if they were really siblings. Like, Seteth is extremely controlling of Flayn, and often it looks like the typical icky "my woman must remain pure!!!" Like, not only do they treat the women in their family like possessions, not people, but seem especially interested in owning their genitals and sexuality. It's so extremely weird and gross, and why I pretty much can't stand Holst anymore (he seemed alright at first, but some supports are so ick).

But learning that their father-daughter helps (it's still gross, but less weird because at least he's a legit authority figure in her life and not her . . . brother), but knowing it's actually because TWSITD want to torture Flayn to death, that his people got genocided and turned into super weapons, and that she healed so many people she nearly died too (which would leave him with no family) makes it not offputting. It's actually a pretty smart way of using tropes that seems set up to make us dislike him (over controlling father) and then a big "ohhhhh" once you learn the WHY isn't the typical creepy "my girl is not a whore!" obsession wayyyyy too many men have.

OK, back to the support now.

Seteth is trying to block Flayn from going out entirely. Poor Flayn. But with TWSITD on the move, it does make sense.

Shez is very concerned with Flayn. I love how empathetic Shez is while still being realistically distant enough to be a merc and pretty straight forward. I actually REALLY like Shez. Esp F!Shez.

Flayn is going to listen to Seteth because she doesn't want to make it hard on him.

After the war, they plan on going out together again.

Flayn is grateful it's F!Shez and not M!Shez bc a woman is less sus to Seteth than a man. I wonder how the M!Shez one goes.

Haha, Shez can offer to help Flayn sneak out, or talk her out of it. I totally offered to help her sneak out lol.

MAIN BATTLE

Do we ever learn what happened to Edelgard? Or did she get yeeted from the plot?

She's missing this battle. Aegir lost her. What an idiot. He looks so funny in that armor. I'm glad in this route at least, I get to kick his ass, not save his ass (unlike the other 2 routes).

I do not understand the hype around Caspar's dad. He folds like a twig when I fight him.

Killed Aegis. Such a tragedy. /s

OMG. I beat that chapter in like 4 minutes. Dimitri is so overleveled and stupidly strong. He just kills so fast. It's hilarious and fun. But I also miss S rank because I didn't kill enough. He kills too fast.

They still can't find Edelgard.

It'll be weird if we don't get a monastery chapter.

Byleth insists on looking for Edelgard more because he feels she's nearby.

Byleth and Shez look for Edelgard together. Which makes me hope we get dialogue between them.

Unless this is the start of the special chapter? Ok switching to the next post now.

xxxx

#azure gleam #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #azure gleam spoilers

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ghostedcas · 10 months

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i haven't posted anything in a bit and i'm so sorry, i don't want to reveal too much detail at the moment but i've just been having a wacky time mentally to put things simply.

in return, have some (extremely) random personal COD headcannons :))

warnings: mentions of mental health disorders (including eating disorders), mentions of religious trauma, mentions of child abuse/childhood trauma, idk just some sad stuff but also way more happy stuff than sad stuff i swear

a/n: reminder that i've never played the game, a lot of the information i have on the characters is from fan created content and a little bit of research and some things could be slightly inaccurate canon wise. also these are once again personal headcanons, you don't have to agree with them, just pls don't be mean :)

anyway, i apologize that there's not that many :(( this is just a short lil list so there's def gonna be some characters missing and such. but i will have more headcanon posts out another time <3

cod headcanons (very random edition)

könig is a farm boy <3

impovershed farmer's child to soldier pipeline is real

also idk why but i feel like his real name is like eduard german spelling of edward or something

2 sisters (1 older, 1 younger but born the same year as him) and a little brother

soap is an ipad kid (i will be taking no criticisms)

ghost probably has borderline personality disorder but because it doesn't present in the way it stereotypically does for borderline men so he is undiagnosed

was audhd undiagnosed until he was 25

bro was baffled

the development of his bpd was both through the abuse and neglect he faced growing up and the trauma that one can experience from being autistic growing up but left undiagnosed

soap has severe adhd

PRICE LISTENS TO DISCO AND CLASSIC ROCK 🗣️ guilty pleasure is 50's love songs and smooth jazz

gaz tried to establish team game nights

regretted his decision after one game night

both ghost and könig are gymbros but in the disordered way

orthorexic könig

an-bp ghost

every one of those mfs has ptsd and/or cptsd

valeria is a radfem (trans inclusive)

gaz secretly likes a few kpop songs from various different groups (he really likes g-idle for some reason)

catholic trauma soap📢

was probably forced to undergo an "exorcism" at one point

also had a scene phase

emo könig :(( <3

ghost wouldn't necessarily label himself goth but he does enjoy quiet a lot of goth music and some of the fashion intrigues him

gaz used to be a roadman😭 absolutely hates admitting it though bc he's embarrassed about it

idk i feel like horangi would listen to ayesha erotica unironically

ghost listens to lana

i could also see könig having bpd as well (this is mostly feeding off of the obsessive/possessive/jealous headcanon the fandom seems to share, though i do have some other reasons i could go into another time)

can i get an amen for he/they könig??

soap jokingly said he wanted to use she/her pronouns too and now ghost wont stop actually using them seriously and soap doesn't want to correct him

ghost is fully aware it was a joke and he just wants to see how long it'll take soap to correct him

141 all have matching tattoos (including kate)

ghost also listens to hollywood undead

valeria's guilty pleasure music is taylor swift's earlier albums

ghost smoked weed in high school

dream blunt rotation is the 141, könig, horangi and valeria

könig's social anxiety really manifests itself as arrogance and sometimes he hates that

könig and soap are actual pyromaniacs

one of könig's favourite movies is howl's moving castle

that's all i can think of for now,, hope y'all enjoyed🫶

if you did pls gimme a like and send an ask if you want to request anything <3

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Hi! May I request a Peter Pevensie x GN Reader Polaroid Love songfic? The plot idea sets in Highschool AU where Peter had a love at first sight meet-cute with a transferee student? Just pure fluff too, thanks! ❤️

HI!!OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON❤️❤️ this song is really good! Anyways, I hope you like what I've come up with!! It's not that long and I have no social skills whatsoever, so, sorry about that.

Polaroid love

Peter Pevensie x GN!reader

Summary: it's your first day at your new school and it's no surprise you run into the said school's golden boy; Peter Pevensie. What is a surprise though, is that the meeting starts something more than a new term.

Warnings: like... None, except for cringy fluff and also highschool!AU

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'This school better be good'

You think, as you enter the main building of your new highschool. You have just moved to London from your home country and it's time for you to resume the education you ended in your previous home.

As you put your things into your newly assigned locker and look around, the school looks pretty much like any cliché public highschool from Friday night rom-coms. The ones following the stories of highschool sweethearts in an overdramatic charade that lasted for way too many uncreative episodes. The one where girls would freak out that no school-team footballer looked at them for whole 2 seconds, always so reliable on love. A school that would be perfect for romanticising the inevitable dread of studying in attempts to make it a bit more bearable. Who needs love when you've got books?

Only if you knew what was about to happen..

Some of said stereotypes were walking down the hall just now. A bunch of boys, no doubt coming from early morning soccer practice. One of them, assumably the captain of team and leader of the friend group even opened the locker next to yours, but you knew better than to try and talk to boys, so the only thing you caught on your way to your first class of the day was a glimpse of blonde hair.

"Thank you kids, that'll be all for today, but finish reading this chapter today please!" The teacher called over the sound of numerous students packing their supplies into their backpacks. You packed your supplies as well, only leaving the book your teacher mentioned on the desk.

You were headed to the school grounds to spend your lunch break outside, so you could read the remaining pages on your way there, at least you wouldn't forget to finish it later. However, this school was bigger than the one you were used to, which meant more kids, and that resulted in reading not being the best thing while walking.

Halfway to your destination, you suddenly bumped into something, or rather someone. A bit of golden hair flashed in front of you, just like at the lockers. Not that you connected that, when in a matter of seconds, you lost your balance and if the blonde person didn't catch you, you would've been on the ground.

"Hey woah, easy there" were the first words you heard from him. "You okay?" The boy questioned, cocking his head downwards to look you in the face. "Yeah" you respond immediately. " I'm so sorry, you're new, right?" The stranger asks. "Yeah" you reply once more. His concerned expression morphs into something almost guilt-filled as he remembers his manners and sticks a hand out for you to take. "Peter Pevensie" he-Peter introduces himself, adding a name to the face. You shake his hand and tell him your name, to which he grins.

"You've got a really pretty name" he compliments. Your face feels hot from the comment. "Thanks" you stutter out. What are you supposed to say to that?

"I'm really sorry though. You're going for lunch, aren't you? Mind if I walk you there and carry your books, you know, as an apology?" The request seems almost nervous. "Sure, I could use a hand" is your slightly awkward reply while you bring his attention to the stack of textbooks in your hands by lifting them slightly, which he uses to his advantage, taking them from you.

You begin a somewhat slow stroll together, one that ends at one of the benches outside of the school building. Peter ends up eating with you, talking without anything and everything. He checks his watch some time later, realizing it's almost time for his next class. Before he leaves, you exchange numbers with him and as he reluctantly walks away from you, he turns to you once more with a sweet smile and a wave. When he's out of sight, you grin widely looking at his number, before starting to pack up yourself.

As you are putting your lunchbox into your bag, your best friend, who was, not so discreetly, observing you a few benches from you, walks past and drops a small paper on the table in front of you. When you turn it around, you find out that it's a photograph from their Polaroid camera which they got for their recent birthday. It's a photo of you and Peter, laughing at something funny he said, heads thrown back. Looking at the photo, you think, that maybe love wouldn't be so bad.

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