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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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PLUTO NOTES

MOON NOTES VENUS NOTES MARS NOTES NEPTUNE NOTES

Plutonians and 8th housers can have a hard time with people being behind them. Also in the classroom, the bus or wherever they are they want to be in the back. They need their face facing the door so that they can see who walks in.

People with Pluto/Moon see stuff that other people just dont get to see. This is both good and bad. They get to experience intense and wonderful sexual relationships with others because they merge with others on a completely different level but they also recieve intense hatred from others too.

Dont ever mess with a Sun Square Pluto persons image or disrespect them infront of others, just dont.

Ive never met a person with Sun or Mercury Square Pluto who wasnt extremely strategic and calculating. They know when its time to leave the party.

If you have Venus/Pluto or Venus 8th house dont ever share to others who you are in love with. Just dont.

If you have Venus/Pluto or Venus 8th house and you notice people being completely taken by you, complimenting you bla bla for your beauty dont get all friendly and start trusting these people. Just wait and you will see that admiration turn to bitterness. A friend in my old class in High School got Venus Square Pluto and we had to watch another girl in our class try to BECOME her. Like she would buy the same clothes as her, talk like her, freaking SIT like her, cut her hair like her. We laughed at this bc the copycat was a nice and funny girl in general but it was creepy.

Most people with harsh Pluto aspects went through a time in their life where they shut down their feelings completely and became cold. These peoples minds can take them to dark places when they have been through trauma. Their first response to trauma might be to get cold. And this can make them very problematic until they heal. But when they heal they are the kindest, because they know pain.

When I hear the quote ”I didnt want to be strong I wanted to be happy.” I think of Pluto dominant people. Yes plutonians are strong but they were forced to, there was no other choice. Telling Plutonians ”But it made you stronger in the end” does not help because being strong was not their goal.

Ive seen Ceres(1) Square Pluto in a lot of charts of people who are obsessed with fitness and nutrition. Like people who weight their food, only eat a specific amount of calories etc.

Pluto/Moon people go through periods of extreme emotional turmoil. Especially the Square and Conjunction.

People with Sun or Moon Square Pluto always get what they want but they also get what they fear. Their feelings and thoughts are so strong. These people have experienced their worst fears happen to them. The kind of people to think for themselves ”I wouldnt be able to handle losing my bestfriend” and the next day their bestie leaves them for no reason. Its almost like there is some kind of test from life like ”Hmmm lets see how much this person can take😈”

Pluto conjunct a planet can in some cases make you suppress that placement or be afraid of that energy. I know a lot of people with Pluto Square Mars whos seriously afraid of conflict. Some people respond to trauma by becoming passive instead of being angered by it.

Pluto conjunct Ascendant in the Solar Return Chart makes you come across as more dominant and powerful. You wont think before you act because you are not as afraid this year.

Mars conjunct Pluto people are much more goal oriented than they even realize themselves. Constantly pushing themselves to become better and better. The kind of person to have the whole package like good job, fit, the best hair stylist, the latest clothes, the latest everything etc. Being the best is something they just do because they dont know anything else. They need structure and perfection. Nobody better look down on them. And Mars conjunct Pluto makes them driven enough to become ”perfect”. Others stare in awe because they could never have that drive. Others might be like ”You doing too much”. They dont realize this is what Mars/Pluto likes and needs.

Pluto in the 10th house makes someone have A LOT of haters and secret admirers. These people are constantly under intense scrutiny. Every word they say is made to be something bad or manipulative. The kind of person to say ”Oh what a beautiful dress!” And people will think they are being sarcastic when they are not. They got Regina George energy no matter how nice they are inside.

Pluto in the 3rd house really know what to say to make you hate yourself. If afflicted they can have a horrible mouth.

People with Mercury conjunct Pluto read into everything. Constantly finding flaws. Might see the worst in you because they project their own fears and insecurities onto others. The kind of person to hate people who snitch and gossip because they do it themselves.

People with a Plutonian Moon will recognize eachother at first sight.

Pluto conjunct Lust(4386) can make someone VERY sexual.

Pluto/Moon can mean your mom went to prison and Pluto/Sun can mean your dad went to prison.

With strong Pluto energy always remember this quote: ”Be nice to the people you meet on your way up, because you will need them on your way down.” Life can go from heaven to hell in a night for these people.

If you got Mercury Square Pluto please shut that cakehole when angry bc that mouth freaky as hell.

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#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #birth chart readings #venus square pluto #pluto 10th house #pluto conjunct ascendant

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privitivium · 2 months

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Imagine this, motherly!yan is going through readers phone as always and he comes across a deleted chat, he finds a way to retrieve back the old chat and it shows the chat is recently deleted.. The more he scrolls the more agitated and jealous he becomes, when motherly!yan is prepares dinner, he puts in heavy aphrodisiac and drugs that will knock reader to be in a daze, punishing reader because in his eyes "it's only fair"

love this so much. PERVERT !!! DOM MOTHERLY YAN!!!

also something he would do. drugging you,,, just cuz you pissed him off or something ,,, w an aphrodisiac especially,,,, and mother doing nothing to help you as you rut against his thigh all helpless and instead gently pecks your lips instead of moving to ease you; whining against him, nearly combusting - "what? my kisses arent enough for you?" vaguely manipulative in a way that makes you feel bad and soon start tearing up cuz you just want relief from him and then after he deems youve suffered enough he helps you,,, anyway!!

motherly yan doing his daily phone sweep on ur cell,,, sometimes, skipping days just because he thinks ur doing sooo good and you would never mean to hurt him but also going through ur stuff just to do it. see what ur up to n all that... you were in the shower, taking a quick rinse before dinner, so mother had all the time in he world. surfing through all your messages... going through the trash of ur contacts after going through your socialsㅡfuck, his heart drops to his tummy,,, looks like you forgot to permanently delete a chat, huh? he was fuming.

AND !! it wasnt anything bad either. no sexting, no hating on mother... the occasional flirting from the other - one of your coworkers, he presumes... scoffing. there was no complaint from you to stop them from flirting with you - delusional mother obviously thinking that you encouraged it, no matter if you deleted the whole chat or whatever... so, out of spite, last minute adding to your plate of food when you were coming out of the shower; dry n ready to eat...

mother sitting at the other end of the table, stoic and slowly sipping on his glass of red wine as he carefully watches you eat... wasnt long before your fork was clattering against the plate with apologies falling from your lips out of surprise - not expecting yourself to be so clumsy before you feel a warm feeling pooling underneath ur belly,, soon leaning back and tugging your shirt up - feeling so hot n sweaty with an aching bulge in your pants - unable to think, only feel.

eyes glazed over as you push back, squirming to touch yourself ㅡ mother speedily jerking your hands away from your erection, so quickly manuvering around the table just to stop you from touching yourself-! "... none of that..." whilst guiding you up and forcing you to sit in his lap,,, "f-fuck, ma.,,, ma-mother." still coherent to call out his name in a plea as you push against him, trying so hard to force your hands from his squeezing grip,,, its ur punishment. he's a v jealous man!! he'll help you in a second... soak in the feeling of beeing a needy horny rabbit pleading for your mother,,,

#motherly yan!#x male reader #male reader

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hisaame · 8 months

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hi hi! Could you do a Scaramouche x fem!reader with angst to comfort? Specifically with reader having issues on how they view their body?? ((Like their insecure)) preferably modern au plss

first time writing on request yippie!! hii and ty, i hope this is what you've asked for!! <3 also im stillll new to writing and stuff, so im praying im good for now!

╰』ˋˋ"What do you mean you aren't pretty?" «

ˎˋ╰⪼Scaramouche x fem!reader ˎˋ

[angst with comfort] — modern au,,,

『warnings: body negativity, cursing, body touch, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader being like half naked (NO SPICY STUFF THO), idk what else to add im not good at warnings.... 』

— Scaramouche simply couldnt understand.

How could you, a pretty girl with the body of a goddess, possibly think you look less than he thinks?

It was in the afternoon, you had invited Scaramouche to come over to your dorm, since it was the weekends and you had no subject to study, you finished two exams last week. So you wanted to have a nice day off, where your lover would be there.

But before that you decided to take a shower, u have already been outside with your friends Hu Tao and Yanfei, spending time with them since they were from another school.

You hated your bathroom. Why? Because the mirror there was huge.

Slowly taking off your clothes, its almost impossible to ignore your reflection. Its there no matter where you turn—seriously, its like they made the dorms' bathrooms like this on purpose, just to make you feel even worse about yourself as if before wasnt already enough.

You cringe at yourself once you took off your clothes. You should hurry up in the shower—but something made you stay in front of the mirror, criticizing yourself with your own thoughts. Turning a bit to the side to look at other various parts of your body, finding nothing decent or enough for yourself. You sighed, you should be positive right now, school isnt in the way and you should be relaxing.

With a glare at your own reflection, before getting into the shower quickly, turning on some warm water. Showers should be relaxing, but as you washed your body, using soap, making there be various white bubbles on your skin, they smell quite nice, and are certainly fun to play with.

But the feeling of your own hands on your body distracted you. The way you felt under your own touch, it somewhat... Disgusts you.

Finally—once you were done with showering, taking a towel and wrapping it around your body, shivering as the cool air hit against your wet skin. You dried off your hair, brushed it out, trying not to stare at the mirror too much. Maybe you're just too judgemental. Maybe you're not as bad as you think?

After you were done with your hair—you must not have noticed, but there was a sudden knock at your bathroom door. Then it opened up to reveal Scaramouche. Well, he peeked through it first to check was he invading any privacy.

"Damn, this was the last place i was gonna check. I came here like five minutes ago." Scaramouche sighed in relief to seeing you, not at all bothered by the fact you're only in a towel. He pressed a kiss to your lips as a greeting, ruffling your half dry hair.

Though, you looked uncomfortable. Not with the fact your lover had come into the bathroom while you were in just a towel, but the fact your body was pretty exposed to him, and you thought, what id he judged you? Maybe not out loud, but what if he was thinking about it?

Noticing your discomfort, Scaramouches eyes widened for a split second at his realization, then spoke up, "i can leave if you want—to wait for u to get changed." , he gave you a half smile. But you told him its alright. Why? You wanna just push him away.

At your answer, he smiled softly, nodding. Maybe you just needed him here, after a hard week. What he thought was different than what you thought. Seeing this as a nice opportunity, he went behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder as he gave you a goofy, lazy smirk, looking at the mirror where you two can be seen. Maybe you should've kicked him out...

"You always look so pretty after showering—like all clean, pretty, and u smell nice." Scaramouche mumbled, as if shy to admit. "wait i said pretty twice. Replace one of those words with 'gorgeous' then." You couldn't tell if he was flirting with you or genuinely fucked up with his words.

But the way you looked at him with almost surprise at what he said, his eyebrow raised as his expression changed.

"Why do you look like i fucking said i discovered the moon and flew to mars? Dont you know youre pretty?" He said, his usual personality showing. He doesnt exactly like being all mushy, but for you, he's a sucker. So he's nicer...

Maybe it was finally time to admit it. He was your lover anyway, and you trusted him. You nodded slowly, then immediately looked away, regretting what you just did. That... Shocked Scaramouche! You, not pretty? Were you high!?

".. Huh? Did someone tell you you're not pretty? Ill fuck them up. Who was it?" He narrowed his eyes, his embrace around your waist tightening. His protective side definitely was showing. But once he didnt get a reply, seeing the way you frowned and refuses to look at the mirror, he realized the situation.

"... [y/n]? Dont tell me you tell yourself that..." Scaramouche sighed. Figuring you werent comfortable with the mirror, he turned you around, so you can face him again. You even thought he was prettier than you will ever be. Well, he's here to prove you're better than you think!

"[y/n]. I know i dont say this a lot, but you're gorgeous to me. God, these words sound so cliche.. But its true. You're the most gorgeous, pretty, beautiful—fuck, what else—cute, adorable girl i have ever met. Okay?" Scaramouche stared into your eyes. He definitely wasnt the best at comfort, but he wants to try his best—for you.

Then he softly smiled at you. "Hey, lets get you dressed up and we can talk about how magnificent you really are?", he kissed your nose, hos face flushing immediately right after as he lead you out of the bathroom, talking to you along the way.

"You may have your flaws and all that, but thats what makes you, you. You know? I like your flaws." Scaramouche admitted, blushing like an idiot when he looked away once he told you what he thought.

Soon enough, you were dressed, dragged to bed by Scaramouche who quite literally forced you to be the little spoon this time. You could barely hear the tv over him talking about how pretty he thinks you are.

Yeah, if anyone even dared to even joke about you being 'ugly', he's getting suspended because of reasons you know what happens.

♡

#scaramouche #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst

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strrwbrrryjam · 9 months

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okay so its 4:30am, so take it with a grain of salt but one thing ive noticed in a lot of charthur fics is that the authors tend to dismiss, or throw shade on the love arthur shared with mary and eliza.

sometimes they write stuff like "arthur has never felt love like this, not even with eliza or mary," actively dismissing the role that mary and eliza played in arthurs life.

mary for instance, i believe, is one of the first people to recognize that there is more to arthur than being the big dumb brute, a criminal, and that inside arthur is a good man, who can do so much more than steal and beat and kill. she actively encourages arthur and pushes arthur to see and only really wants the best for him

sure, there are flaws to this as mary and arthur come from two entirely different environments, with similar circumstances (their fathers being similar for example,) and entirely different worldviews. i could very well go on with this because there is so much to analyze about their relationship.

generally speaking though, arthur and mary were really the right person for each other, but it was sadly the wrong time in their lifes for both of them, maybe later in life they could have actually be the one for each other-

in canon, arthur is still so in love with mary years after their broken engagement. its so palpable from the moment we see the two meet, that they dont want to care about each other, that they dont want to love each other but they do, they feel it so deeply that it is ingrained into their sense of self that they cant even hide it from each other

eliza we dont know much about, as she wasnt mentioned often, but i refuse to believe that arthur doesnt deeply care for the mother of his child, that while they might not have been in love, like he was with mary, that he would love her, hell, maybe they could have grown to be in love if eliza (and isaac) didnt have their life cruelly ripped away from them

i love charthur so so much, it is my favourite pairing of rdr2 (whether romantic or otherwise) and it means so much to me- but to actively throw shade on two characters who are so important to arthurs life and vital to his character development, is just.. its just wrong

his love for charles doesnt have to replace his love for mary or eliza, he is a big man with a big heart- loving someone new doesnt mean that he has to push those who he loved out

tldr: mary and eliza are important, stop throwing shade on arthurs past relationships to uplift his current relationship, his heart is big enough for them to share, you dont have to push them out

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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omg ok so blurb idea for ginger ale bc u said u needed inspo

i know u kinda already touched up on this in the main story but what if mias like completely drained from school like its exam season and she has to study but shes also somehow failing classes even tho she studied and is swamped with work but cant get up to do anything bc shes panicking and stuff and idk maybe she pushes him away bc shes freaked out and hes like huh bc she never snaps at him like that bla bla and then some angst and fluff and comfort 😭

im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be that long but inspiration struck😭💀obviously u dont have to write it jus a suggestion

omg LOVE THIS!!!!! here's a little something for you :))

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: angst (all is solved in the end), harry being a dummy, age gap romance (8 years)

based on this one-shot!

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Harry has never seen Mia so exhausted before.

Granted, they've only been officially dating for a few months, but she's typically a relatively organized student. It's something that he's always admired about her — he can think back to his days in university and immediately remembers scattered deadlines and far too many hungover mornings, resulting in constantly missing classes.

Then again, he's never seen her during finals season, and it's apparent that she's feeling the impact of papers, exams, and one too many late nights spent studying.

Because of the nature of their lives, finding time to spend with one another without work or school is often difficult. It's important to Harry that they actively set aside an evening or two each week that's just for them. No discussion of board meetings, lectures, or any stressors — he likes to keep it simple with a delicious and filling meal, a movie on the TV (whether or not they watch it is a separate factor), and his girl nestled into his side.

But for the first time ever, Mia's texting him to cancel.

Under any other ordinary circumstance, he'd be more understanding. Truly. But it's been almost a week since he's seen her, and he's feeling... well, needy. He misses her! And he knows that distance is good, blah blah blah, but this is their time — and it feels like she's just brushing him off, as if he barely matters.

It's why he ends up calling her on his way home from work with Reese driving smoothly and calmly up in the front. Harry drums his fingers against his knee as he listens to the dial tone, a frown on his lips as he waits for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Relief washes over his chest despite her anxiety-ridden tone. "Hey, I'm heading home from work. Do you want me to have Reese come pick you up?"

She sighs frustratedly, "Harry, I just texted you that I can't come over tonight. I have to study."

"You can't give up a few hours to spend with your boyfriend?" he fires back, an accusatory edge to his voice, "I've barely seen you lately."

"You've been in school before, H, you know how stressful exams season is. I need to do well."

"Mi, you're the smartest person I know, you'll be fine if you take some time away from—"

"I won't be, actually," she suddenly snaps. "I'm already failing one of my most important classes and if I don't get at least a B+ on the final, I'll have to retake it next semester. So no, I can't just slack off for a few hours, I need to study, Harry."

Immediately, he pauses. Mia has never gotten angry with him before, vice versa. And he doesn't think he's being particularly unreasonable — if anything, he feels she is — but he's mature enough to know that nothing's getting solved in this conversation. Not when she's clearly tired and stressed. Instead, he opts for the more caring-boyfriend-approach.

"I didn't know you were failing a course. Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Because you can't solve everything!" Mia exclaims, sending a pang of hurt rattling through his chest. "I need to go, alright? I'll see you soon."

With that, the line goes dead.

. . .

Even when Mia falls asleep on her couch, textbook in her lap and a highlighter between her fingers, she can't believe Harry.

The next morning, when she has a persistent ache in her neck and her back feels like it's broken in two, she knows school isn't the only stressful thing her body's responding to.

She thinks dating an older guy is great. Dating Harry is great. Until moments like this, when he somehow forgets that people — including his girlfriend — need to work to get certain things in life, and that they won't just be given an entire company a month after graduation. She doesn't doubt that he understands that on some level, but from the perspective of a partner — well, she thinks he's being pretty insensitive.

Her fingers twitch at her sides in class as she tries her best to pay attention, wanting nothing more to grab her phone from her bag to see if he's texted her. Midway through the day, though, there's still nothing. She can't believe he still hasn't apologized for how he acted the previous night, and it only makes anger fester in her chest even more.

Finally, by the time she trudges home in the cold (December is nearing, and with that comes miserable gusts of wind and flurries of snow), she's had it with his silent treatment. She's barely through the door when she decides that she'll be the one to break the tension — only, when she kicks her shoes off at the door, she notices that her kitchen and living room lights are on, and she surely turned them off before heading out this morning.

Gripping her phone in her hand, she quietly tip-toes out of the entryway, nervous that there's some sort of... homely intruder eating her snacks or watching TV. Instead, she gasps out in shock, clutching her chest when her eyes fall on none other than Harry.

"What the fuck?!" Mia exclaims, her heart thumping quickly with anxiety. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

She squints her eyes, feeling her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her forehead. "So you call. Or text. Not break into my house!"

"You gave me a spare key, Mia—"

"That's for emergencies!" she shouts, suddenly feeling like the living room is slowly getting smaller and closing in on her.

"But you never would've let me come over—"

"Harry, I was literally about to call you when I walked in the door. I'm still mad at you for last night! And you're only making me angrier by being here!"

Tears well up in her eyes as she spits the words out at him. She never thought she'd be in this position with him — it hurts her to even verbalize her anger.

"Wait," Harry stands from the couch, a furrow in his brows as he crosses his arms over the button-up he likely wore to work today, "You're mad at me?"

Mia stares back at him like he has two heads.

"Yes," she slowly replies. "Do not tell me you're mad at me."

His throat bobs. "Yeah. I am."

"For what?!" her anger festers in her chest all over again, exploding like an overflowing pot of boiling water.

"You— you haven't been around lately. You haven't been spending time with me or treating me like a priority."

She squints her eyes, her fingertips finding her temples as an ache begins to settle at the sides of her head. With a shake of her head, she turns around, stomping back towards the entryway of her apartment.

"You need to go," she decides, not even bothering to shed her jacket off yet, "I can't talk to you right now. You're being incredibly unreasonable."

"So you just want to walk away, then? We're not gonna solve anything, we're just gonna keep ignoring each other?"

"I was never ignoring you! I was waiting for you to apologize to me, only to find out that you think I'm in the wrong!"

Harry scoffs as he follows her down the hallway. "Well, I'm not leaving. I want to fix things. And I'm not going until we do."

"Is your approach to annoy me into apologizing?" Mia snaps.

"No," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, "Maybe we're both just being emotional."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you still want me to go?"

Mia shifts her stance from foot to foot. With a noisy sigh, she shakes her head before mumbling out, "No. Let's just... talk about it."

He nods. There's a silence lulling between them as she stands with her back pressed against the wall, stubbornness apparent as she crosses her arms over her chest. He swallows and rolls his lips into a thin line.

"I'm sorry for coming over unannounced. That was very immature of me and crossing a boundary. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to see you."

She keeps her eyes on the floor. "I just wish you'd texted or called instead. I waited all day to hear from you."

"I'm sorry," Harry repeats, his sock-clad feet taking a hesitant step closer to her, "It makes me feel stupid, how needy I can get. I know we're both busy with our own lives but I adore you, Mi. And I hate being away from you."

"I hate it, too," she mumbles, her bottom lip slightly pouted. "And you're not stupid for being needy... I just need you to understand that I'm working hard trying to get my education, and I need you to respect when I'm stressed or busy."

"I will. I'll do better."

She glances up to look at him. He looks tired, his eyes sad. With a quiet sigh, she lifts her hand to press her palm against his warm cheek. The prickles of his facial hair serve as a harsh juxtaposition from the soft skin beneath.

"I'm sorry, too. I never want you to feel like I don't care or I don't want to be with you. I just get so overwhelmed."

"I understand," Harry coos, wrapping a hand around her wrist to bring it to his mouth. He presses light kisses into her palm. "I know you care. I have to work on being more secure in our relationship."

Mia hums at his kisses, his gentle nature a welcomed change from their arguing.

"You know, you could always move closer," she murmurs with a smirk. He chuckles.

"Yeah. Or you could always just move in."

She rolls her eyes, "Then I'd really never get any work done."

"Mm, but think about how nice it'd be," he mumbles, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I'd cook you dinner all the time, bring you snacks and tea while you study... you'd have your own office, of course. We could get a dog or a cat, too. Share a bed every night... you wouldn't have to use travel sizes of all your skincare stuff either, because everything would be there already."

She smiles to herself as she leans her head on his shoulder. The thought is nice. So nice. But they both know it's too early in their relationship, regardless of how deeply they feel for one another. Maybe it's a dream to work up to — a sweet, domestic life together.

"And you know what would be the best part?" she asks, brushing her lips up against the shell of his ear.

"Hm?"

"I'd get to use your heated bathroom floors every day."

#bestie asks #this took FOREVER #sorrrryyyy hehe #sugar daddy h #writing

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shiny-jr · 2 months

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pardon my late message i've been letting letting the current damnation chapters sink in the past couple of days after finally taking the quiz (im am still waiting with baited breath but like in a chill way for the rest) but HOLY. MOLY.

i did indeed notice that the MC's have different morality stances, and they match their crimes (granted im still trying to figure out which one did what. cuz rn i got stuck on iago coming fraud or tax evasion, even though theyre super down with murder, but like raven is WAY more down to murder somebody. im just nit paying enough attention to figure it out, really. im having too much fun vibin)

2 THE WAY THE CHARACTERS MAY NOT START OUT ENTIRELY YANDERE FOR THE MC AND INSTEAD DEVELOP THE OBSESSION FOR THEM LATER ON 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌😭😭😭😭😭 BRILLIANTBRILLIANTBRILLIANT. ok so i got heartslabyul on my first attempt so it wasnt as like "obvious" even though trey and cater are both instantly "shocked" i was like "that could just be bc our character is weird it doesnt necessarily mean they yandere switch has been flipped pshaw! 🤭" BUT THEN eventually i got to pomfiore and epel confirmed it when he was like "ive been imagining things i never did before!" and i was like "oh snap! WAIT is *THIS* part of the punishment? like not JUST being sent to another world that is based on a story, but specifically a YANDERE DEATH TRAP? 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯"

cuz like, sure, the MC is doing what they can to survive but depending on which one theyre fine to just vibe and let the story take its course if theyve got a good chance to survive not doing anything special. but then the story always gets WEIRD, RIGHT?! stuff always goes wrong! was that part of the vision? or am i going conspiracy crazy?

anyway AMAZING WORK. also you really fed the vil simps on that one story. i thought i was over him and content to be like rook and admire from afar but that SCENE with his hands wrapped around the retainer 🥵 i darn near short-circuited. HOW DARE YOU! (please continue 😉)

its hard to choose a favorite story in this series and i dont want to speak too soon before theyre all out. but i do have favorite bits in each of them.

and i just love the endings to them all. i love the bittersweet nature of all the endings. like none, of them are really romantic in a comforting way (duh its a yandere story) but they do vary in romance level. like by far i think riddle's azul's and vil's are the most romantic while leona and jamil are quite cold and calculating or in jamil's case mostly possessive and manipulative on the surface. it's VERY interesting.

and also bc im silly and you brought up the yandere-ness of the other characters, i start to wonder what happens next in these stories (im not asking for sequels. oh heavens no! never! unless you wanted to, but im mostly just brainstorming character relationships and potential conflicts). like in the savannaclaw story, ruggie and jack are also glued to the MC but not in a really romantic way? ruggie has that "i want to be your #2/by your side forever" which could go either way, but to me initially reads as "jack was pushing his way into MY spot and i want to guarantee he cant have it" rather than a "one day i'll deserve to be by your side romantically and for now i want to ensure i'll always have that opportunity by being next to you and a priority of yours" and then comes leona's proposal at the end, and i was thinking "uhhh but mc is by your side as consort, then ruggie gets pushed out of his spot in favor of the husband taking over. even though ruggie could still be an advisor and confidant, its still like 'move over dude theres another taking priority over you" and then that gets me wondering "what would happen if MC turned down leona? what kinda havoc would he wreak if any? does that put the village in jeopardy if he gets pissed off? what if they accept and they're STILL screwed bc he stops paying attention to the village after he gets the throne? and then the chieftain is taken into the palace and away from the village and has no way back and theyre left to basically flounder without them?"

also i really like how you end your stories with pseudo-cliffhangers? i mean they are but also the plot is mostly resolved and whatever major things that needed to happen happened. and its just the character resolutions and epilogues you dont see. its entertaining. like i said, i like to imagine what happens next and you really leave some stuff open for that.

anyway! thank you so much for sharing your stories!

Oh, for the crimes, just look at one of the questions which I believe asks what you (the quiz taker/MC) committed. Those are currently five of the seven crimes I've listed before, and each MC has committed at least ONE of them. But, they could've always committed more too.

On that other topic, of characters going yandere, one thing I hate is when reading a story and for some reason the characters are already obsessed with the MC but for absolutely no apparent reason. And me personally, I enjoy a bit of build up, which is why I try to implement some in my writing. Which can be a bit hard to do within forty pages when all these other things are happening, but I manage for the most part.

#shiny speaks #damnation twst au

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splatattackz · 7 months

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and, springing off of my last post, heres a greater post talking about ramon and his relation with lying and secret-keeping - because, in my opinion, its a topic that needs to be known to better understand his character as secrets are a big part of his family.

ill place the talk under the cut so this post doesnt take too much space :)

"just [to] let u know, i trust u even in the dark"

ramon trusts fit. a ton. and theres nothing that could ever change that. he trusts what is kept secret is best kept this way. its why he wasnt as persistent to know about the contract, even if he knew there was lies and secrets at play that he hated. he trusted him. and that trust only grew when fit trusted him enough back to tell him a little bit of the family secret (the contract).

but, despite this trust, ramon also loves fit all too much. its why he gets so defensive when fit tells lies to him. ramon is a very observant boy. he knows a lot of things he shouldnt because of this. as fit once said, "the kids too damn smart for his own good". no lie leaves his detection because he can always tell the way people shift and change when theyre fibbing. but he doesnt push or prod on the matter usually. unless its fit. because he loves him too much. he needs to know whats going on with him. if he doesnt know, how can he help and protect him? its a reason he hates it when fit mutes, too. he always feels like fits keeping a secret from him when it happens.

i remember one time they were working on ground zero (i think it was the last time they worked on ground zero) and fit was fretting over his contract and ramon made a joke about how he acted like he would die if he didnt fullfill the contract. and fit laughed and said "no, ramon, i wont die." and then muted and said smth like "itll be much worse than death". and ramon noticed fit muted and got very upset. he basically threw a tantrum over it and wouldnt talk to fit until he told him what he was keeping secret. ramon said he was upset because the topic at hand (fit dying) and the fact he muted didn't spell anything good.

"if u tell me i [either] [lose] everything or u, i would choose [to keep] u"

something ramon said to show how much he cared for fit and how that care is why he was so upset. eventually fit did tell him and even told him more about what it meant if he didnt fullfill the contract - that if he failed, he would be trapped in the wastelands forever with no escape. and that this contract was his only chance at a semi-normal life.

but otherwise, ramons relation to lies and secret-keeping isnt negative. he has told lies and has kept secrets himself. hes no stranger to it. and he even keeps fit in check about the contract when he wants to tell other people things. i remember when fit found tazercraft in the prison he wanted to tell phil but ramon stopped him and told him some things are best kept secret. and, while this was mainly a very hrp response bc the admin wanted to let the duo solve the puzzles, he made a good point of if he trusts phil enough with this maybe he should tell him about the contract too. to which fit said "no, hes not ready to know about it yet". and, again, when ramon first built the satellite for the second attempt at contact, fit wanted to tell phil where he would be in case anything happened. and, again, ramon stopped him and reminded him if he wanted to do that then he'd have to tell phil everything. and the convo ended there.

(its no coincidence that fit told phil about the secret bedroom with ramon not around :] the baby boy cant keep him in check with that stuff now..)

ill stop the post here before we are here for hours but. i needed to talk about one of ramons most interesting aspects ajaja i hope you enjoyed the little ramble

#aaaa this post is so long #and nonsensical #sorry!!!#im just #very normal about this egg okay #i need him back NOW #before i sob and cry #qsmp #qsmp ramon #character analysis #<- ig!#qsmpattackz #splatattackz

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cleromancy · 8 months

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Something has been bugging me recently. Do you ever notice how people (particularly Jason stans) go on about how Tim victim blame's Jason for his own death, but fail to mention how Alfred and Bruce are guilty of doing the same thing in the past? Why do these two (especially Alfred) get a pass?

LMAO LIKE... EVERYONES DONE IT. BRUCE ALFRED DICK BABS *SELINA* OF ALL PEOPLE ONE TIME... actually id have to double check that one idr exactly what she said about jason it might have just been that hes unhinged (<- also a thing everyones said at some point) but like. everyones freakin done it. or at least *implied* it.

tim is a special case for a reason though--and ill come back to bruce and alfred later--and its not just bc fandom wants a scapegoat to pin All The Victim-Blaming on. on a meta level tim was specifically created to be jasons opposite, and to ~rehabilitate the robin role and make robin palatable again to modern readers. (and to be clear this wasnt bc readers didn't like jason specifically--it was the idea of robin at all, and to a lesser extent just replacing the orig. jason just took on the mantle at a really unfortunate period in comics culture.) so the comparisons to jason are baked in right off the bat. and tim has to be "better". tim had to prove that a robin was necessary so that dc could keep having one, he had to justify it so that the blame didnt fall on bruce for getting a child killed (or yk even just out there fighting crime at all). theres also an element of class dynamics thats. i mean. jason was a homeless street kid and tims this fancy little distinctly upper middle class kid who replaces him, without derailing to get too deep into that the optics already arent fucking great.

but tims creation aside, just as far as how often it comes up... tim also takes the role of robin really seriously, and its everything to him, so he spends a lot of time thinking about it, what it means to wear the uniform & fulfil the role. so hes the one whos most frequently in the position to be thinking about jason, after bruce. so tim winds up being the one pushing the bulk of the bad/angry/impulsive robin narrative retcon dc wanted to push bc... its the most directly relevant to him. bruce doesnt have much narrative need to think about jason "failing" or not being good enough until under the red hood... except to be like "i dont have to worry about tim bc hes not like jason." lmao. and then you have tim who does not want to get killed, like jason did, so he spends time thinking about how to not end up like jason. which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how being a victim of murder works but i think understandable thing for a child replacement of another dead child to latch onto (particularly one as prone to arrogance & god-complex-itude as Our Timmy, lol). and both on a meta level and in-universe this is about shifting the blame off of bruce and onto the victim because tim needs to keep filling the role hes filling without it being bruces fault that jason died in the first place, bc reckoning with batman and child endangerment is not smth the comics had ever really planned on doing in a serious way.

but as for why singling tim out over bruce and alfred-- the kind of ppl who do this already generally think bruce sucks past the point of being interested in ~holding him accountable~ for absolutely anything... like "bruce sucks, everyone knows he sucks, enough said." i think the logic is generally like "if tims not a total shithead like bruce, then why is he doing shithead stuff like bruce does :/" and then pinning it all on tim as opposed to considering like "hey uhhh do you think maybe hearing stories about jason from bruce influences how tim thinks of jason over the years." if that makes sense

as for alfred. people do not want alfred to have any interiority or to ever have been mean or wrong bc then theyd have to actually think about the fact that bruce has a 24/7 domestic servant in his employ, which is just the. tip of the iceberg when you start thinking about alfred as a full character and not a convenient cardboard cutout to prop up whoever the narrative needs him to. also alfreds role in almost every batman narrative is strictly as support, almost no agency within the story to have a meaningful impact, and people generally respond to the character in kind.

finally i think tim mmmmight be the only character at least as of the reboot who ever talked *to jason* outloud style about certain things relating to jasons death... this answer is already getting too long so i dont want to get into depth about titans tower. but tt 2003 #29 is a great example of the comics pitting tim and jason against each other to make Jason look worse by comparison--for all that tim doesn't actually *say* anything victim blaming jason for his death, *and* for all that jason totally kicks tims ass in the fight and its not even close, on a meta level the story is 100% presenting jason as the bad robin, the robin who failed, Unlike Tim Drake, A *Good* Robin. (i accidentally reread the issue ... im going to make a post about it later probably. god i wish this fucking issue had been good)

but yeah i could probably go on and on even further but yeah, i think thats where people are coming from when they single timmy out. tim only exists at all bc of jason n would be fundamentally unrecognizable without having been crafted to be the anti-jason. and on top of that he has repeatedly been used by dc to make jason look worse (or rather jason was used to make tim look better), and a lot of my fellow jason stans understandably resent tim for it. i however am built different, and want them to kiss.

#dc #jaytim #i hope this is coherent im sleep deprived atm.#like moreso than usual #rambles #meta #jaytim text #jason text

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mythicalmyles · 2 years

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— request,

himbo reader + slenderman or any character of your choice <3

mild overstimulation, tentacles, mind break/corruption kink, double penetration ANDDD some good ol' dumbification ❤

– [💤. Anon ]

hyello sleepy i hope ur day is going well

psychological stuff, noncon/dubcon, tentacles(shock)

(Names) mind had gone round the bend, he’d officially lost it. Or he wasnt hallucinating and it was true that an eight foot being had decided to stalk him. He rubbed his face letting out a laugh and shook his head.

He was far too insane, it hadn’t just been the monster. The colours and shapes that occasionally danced across his vision proved that. He buried his head into his drawn up legs, he let out a sigh before relaxing.

At least he could deal with it, his mind blanked as he gazed at his wall. Its shadow was casting through his window, the moonlight surrounding its figure and shooting chills up (Name) spine. He shot around so quick his neck cracked loudly in protest, of course turning around resulted in nothing.

He nibbled his lip as he contemplated, his eyebrows furrowed before he shot up and headed to the kitchen. He dug through the junk drawer, grinning when he finally found a flashlight.

He wanted to know what was going on once and for all.

He quickly left his house without a second thought, not even bothering to check the flashlight for batteries. He sped walked through the woods, trying his best to appear unafraid. Despite his stance and attitude he felt close to pissing his pants and turning tail, but he pushed on. Monsters didn’t exist.

The pace eventually wore him down and he paused, the only sound he could hear were the bugs chirping. He looked around where he stood, the trees stood tall and almost blacked out the moon completely. He let out a deep breath through his nose, nothing jumped at him.

He swallowed and sat down against a tree, exhaustion hitting him. He mentally kicked himself for not being fit enough to keep going, he regretted skipping so much gym classes now. He felt somewhat peaceful for a few minutes, the crickets in the background sounding almost mystical.

He dazed off for a few seconds before he was ripped from his day dream by something wrapping around his throat and dragging him backwards. He could barley let out a breath as he tried to recover, his vision dancing slightly.

What ever had dragged him to the floor kept him pinned and his hands struggled to grip whatever it was, it was slimy and he couldn’t get a good grip. His eyes searched around and panic filled him more when he found nothing, his stomach dropped briefly wondering if it was a snake or something.

His thoughts were stripped from his head when two black long object shot across his vision, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the floor. (Names) head shot side to side as his wide eyes stared at the tentacles wrapped around his wrists.

He started kicking his legs and struggling, he felt so stupid. He jumped against his restraints as an incredibly tall being suddenly appeared infront of him. If it wasn’t for the tentacle around his throat he was sure he would have screamed the forest down.

Horror filled him as he tried desperately to escape only to fail, whatever it was had zero struggle in keeping him pinned down. Tears started dripping down his cheeks as it bent down, hands gripping his thighs and pulling them apart. (Name) shook, he was sure he was done for. It was going to eat him, he was sure of it.

His eyes scrunched only to shoot open a few seconds later when the sound of his jeans being ripped apart suddenly filled the silence. His shocked eyes jumped straight to the being, confusion and fear coating his face. “Didn’t anyone tell you you shouldn’t go into the woods at night?” The voice in his head had him jumping, it came from his mind.

He felt so overwhelmed, he couldn’t tell if he was going to die or not. It suddenly slid one of its tentacles into his hole, his body jolted in shock. “Slenderman.” (Names) mouth was open in shock, his face quickly morphed into an expression of pleasure as the tentacle inside him began to move. “Oh! Noo!.” (Name) moaned, eyes rolling back.

Due to the slippery coating it easily thrusted in and out of him, he tried his best to fight against the pleasure that started building in his stomach but he struggled to hold back the moans pouring from his throat. The tentacle wasn't too thick but (Name) had never had anything inside of him before, as much as it burned his hole the feeling of the tentacle attacking his prostate was addicting.

It didn't take (Name) long to clench on the tentacle and cum his brains out, he let out a loud moan, the sound of it filling up the empty forest. The tentacle didn't stop, another one could be felt circling the tentacle currently in him. "No please. I ca-." He let out a pained moan as the second tentacle worked its way into him, his body shook hard as he was overwhelmed.

The feeling on the two tentacles sliding in and out of him, was dizzying. His mind could barley think as his body relaxed and took it. His eyes closed for a few seconds before he felt something slimy press against his lips, he wearily opened them seeing another tentacle infront of him.

He opened his mouth letting it slid into his throat, it tasted how alien pods smelled. He didn't mind much though, his tongue doing its best to rub against the tentacle. The feeling of being stuffed in every hole drove him insane, the oversensitivity he felt made everything that more powerful. The tentacle shoved itself down (Names) throat, (Name) tried his best not to choke as the tentacle began fucking his throat.

It pulled out for a moment letting him catch his breath but (Name) chased it, mouthing and licking the tip. He ignored the way drool dripping down his chin and neck, he could barley think. He angled one of his legs so the tentacle could reach deeper into him. His head threw back as he let out a loud wanton moan only to be cut off by the tentacle returning to his mouth, (Name) came so hard his vision went black for a moment.

He must've looked a sight, covered in his own cum with tentacles fucking every hole he had. He jolted and let out whine when another tentacle wrapped around his cock, this time this once was much thinner and quickly made its way down his urethra.

(Name) let out a shocked shout, a burning sensation filling his cock as it was penetrated. "Noo." He moaned out around the tentacle fucking his throat, the being just chucked. The tentacle removed itself from his mouth, instead wrapping around his neck and applying enough pressure to make him light headed.

(Names) body was so exhausted he just lay there, barley having the energy to keep up his breathing. "You love this, don't you?" (Name) couldn't think but nodded his head anyway, arching back as the tentacles sped up to a breakneck speed. The tentacles wrapped around his body being the only thing keeping him in place.

The tentacles inside of him pulled out and (Name) let out a moan of relief, his hole burning with overuse. Instead the gigantic being leaned over him, making its way between his legs as his tentacles wrapped around them and lifted him onto Slenderman's lap before he stood.

(Name) felt anxiety spike as he was lifted into the air, he could feel its huge cock pressing against his hole. "N-no. It won't fit!" His panicked voice called out, resulting in a chuckle echoing through his mind. Despite his protest the being began trying to push its cock into him, it took a moment before the head finally popped through and (Name) let out a loud cry as he shook in the monsters hold.

He felt like he was about to be split in half, luckily the creature took pity. Slowly pushing deeper once his breathing evened out, once it bottomed out inside of him he stilled for a moment. (Names) chest was tight and he felt stuffed beyond comprehension.

Once he'd gotten use to being stretched out Slenderman began lifting and dropping him on his cock, (Name) practically screamed with every thrust the creature threw at him. He felt like a giant flesh light but he loved every second of it, everytime the being thrusted into him it hit his prostate dead on and had him screaming and arching.

(Name) came again, his voice silent as his mouth was agape. He passed out in the being arms, it didn't stop it from milking him for all he was worth. Cum shooting inside of him causing his belly to expand as the monster pumped him full of cum.

#slenderman x male!reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x male reader #creepy pasta x reader #creepypasta x male!reader #creepy pasta x male!reader #marble hornets x male reader #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x male!reader #idc if he aint mh im using the damn tags anyway #slenderman x malereader #slenderman x male reader #slenderman x reader #myfic

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 2 years

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A Knight In Red Tee

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Summary: Sy doesnt like seeing the lady his sweet on getting hit on. Especially when the asshole doesnt take no for an answer.

Warnings: uncomfortable situations, swearing, confrontation, protective sy

A/n: just another little oneshot with a difference? Im trying out a few different ideas for characters. In this case a oc with a stutter.

Sy watched from across the room sipping his beer. The bar was packed, heaving with locals. Warm bodies filled the space making the air sweaty and thick. The texan heat was unforgiving and everyone was here for a well earned cold one after a hard day at work. But while his budies were having a great time sy was watching carefully.

The former captain had clocked the tiny filly as she tiptoed in through the door, five foot fuck all and slight, hell he could probably snap you on his thigh like a twig! Dainty like he'd never seen before, he could almost call you one of those elves from storybooks. Small, lithe and delicate rare in these parts most peoplehere were ranchers and farmers living a hard life off the land working from the ass crack of dawn out on pastures.

Maybe thats why he was drawn to you the second you arrived in town? He'd spotted you and that was it. He needed to watch over you, make sure no one bothered you. He'd found out about you thriugh the vrpvine, it was a tiny town of only two hundren people so when a new face popped up everyone knew of them within a welk or so. Sy just hadnt introduced himself to you yet. Be had been meaning to but he got nervous for some reason? He was working on it though.

And today might be the day he finally stepped in. His eyes scanned the scene once more. It had been Ten mineuts. Ten mineuts and fifty four seconds since youd shook your head to the cowboy and inched backaway from him, clearly uncomfortable, looking fo an escape. But the asshole hadnt left you alone

Sy didnt like it, that cowboy was no good. Seth coldwater, born with a silverspoon up his ass and the town biggest douche bag. A womanising asshole who doesnt like the word no. His daddy is rich but not a push over. Sy worked for him in his days before joining the military. Junior never liked sy, sy was everything he wasnt, everything seth senior hoped for in a son.

Seth senior was old school, polite and well mannered he treated everyone with respect especially the fairer sex, junior did not. And much to juniors distaste the whole town knew his pa still busted his ass when he needed to. Seth senior was not a man to take shit, not ever from his own son.

Seth junior wasnt good news for anyone and especially not you. Yeah sy knew exactly who you were, the owner of the new little craft shop just off main street. Cute little joint with lots of handmade woolen toys and little paintings in the window. You sold hobby stuff, embroidery, knitting, painting even quilting too. It was a cute shop owned by a cute lil'lady.

He bristled, eyes narrowing as he spied the scene at the bar. The piece of shit 'cowboy' was moving closer, useing his middled aged pudgy frame to cut off your escape. Sy growled as the scene unfolded, he'd lie if he said he wasnt sweet on you himself. But he had assumed you were to much of a shy little wallflower to venture out with him. He thought his size and gruff nature would frighten you. Like a big old battle scared bull trying to approach a tiny delicate doe.

But seeing you cornered against the bar with that asshole was enough to change his mind. It took everything in him not to go and feed the greasy fucker his own teeth. Ajnd sy would. He could. He should.

It was when you flinched away from the seths hand and he didnt pull back, instead helped himself to petting your cheek and hair that sys patience snapped and he saw red.

Before anyone could stop him he thundered over to you beer in hand on a mission. Infiltrate, divide and conquer.He moved between you both slamming his glass down on the counter over this assholes arm, ripping it away from the stands of hair it had been twiddling near your ear. You gasped and blinked up at sy fear and hope glistening in your gaze.

Target infiltrated

Sy drew a deep breath, another wave of anger washing over him as the touchy feeljng creeper backed up a few inches laughing trying to play this off as some freindly banter. But his eyes were alight with rage. He was seething at sy for interrupting.

"Hey sy i was talking to her, dont be rude" he snarled under a polite mask. Swelling with anger he clearly didnt appreciate sy's meddling.

"Yeah well she ain' talkin' back. So leav 'er be" sy said standing taller smirking when junior tried to square uo to him. Su was a good five inches taller, and wider and fitter. Juniors tubby pounch and rounded frame were nothing compared to sy. It was clear who had,looked after themselves out of the two.

"Shes shy, just back off man" junior huffed steaming at the way sy had managed to belittle him without even uttering a word. Junior made to swerve arohnd sy but the captian caught him in a tight hold. Palm snatchi g the shroter mans wrist.

"I said leave 'er be" there was an edge to his voice, the playfulness was gone. Sy meant business and wasnt letting this asshole harrass the little lady further.

"We were just getting acquainted, weren't we sweetheart?" junior huffed winking at the you, whowas gladly hiding behinde the newcomer.

You cringed and inched backwards shaking your head, whining quietly. You really didnt want to talk to the tubby ,an. You hand shoom your head at him and managed a semi decent no thank you when he offered you a drink. You weremhoping that you could ease yourself into the towns social scene slowly and try to overcome your little issue one day at a time. But youd been all but pounced on and cornenred by this man.

"See that? She dont wana be talkin' to you. Now fuck off" sy hissed and pushed sending junior a few feet back. You let out a breath releived that your red tshirt clad savuoir seemed stronger then the man who'd cornered you.

"Dont see why i should, I aint done nothin untoward. Shes just got a little nerves in her. Nothing a little liquor cant melt away" junior approuched again but sy stepped forward givj g you some more room, just incase yoh wanted to bolt. And incase he needed to break juniors nose. Sy wouldnt forgive himself if he pulled back for a punch and elbowed a sweet little thing like you.

"You need your women liquored up then?" The tease was accompanied by a scoffed laugh, a light snort. You even managed to quirk a half smile. Your red knight was cheeky and cute.

"You son of a bitch, theres nothing wrong here, just tryina make freinds thats all" the sneer was accompanied by something much kore sinister. There was a hate. A loathing in junior. And sy knew why. He was 3verything junior wanted to be, broad, handsome, usefull and respected. Junior wanted all that without the leg work. He wanted to be adored because he lived in a big ass ranch and came from money.

"You put hands on a woman that dont want nothin' to do with'ya, aint exactly polite" sy grunted crossing his arms across his chest flexing his biceps slightly and straightend up even further making useing northing more then his stance to threaten Seth. Be bit his l fighting a smirk as the fattened male too, an involuntary step backwards.

"She didnt walk away" the snippy reply was spat at him with a faux brovado but sy new a nervous man when he saw one. And he new junior was second guessjng himself by the way he shifted from foot to foot. Almost debating whether to walk away or not.

"You backed her into a corner like a fucking predator" he challeneged stepping forward again reaching a hand out. He chuckled as junior scampered back a few inches thinking he was reaching for him. But no, sy was just reaching for his beer... yhthough he did make a little swerve, swinging his arm out a little more than he needed to, just for shits and giggles. He didnt get the opportunity to fuck with junior as much nowadays. Having his own ranch did have its downfalls... like not getting to boss seth around anymore.

"I dont think i take too kindly to you accusing me of that type of behaviour captain" seth sneered liftingnhis head higher then he probably should. Sy shrugged and spun to face the bar dismissing the little show of arrogance from seth. Knowing itd boil his piss even more.

"And i dont think your daddy raised you to be one. Retired or not he'd beat the crap outta you if he heard you were tryin' to pray on a defenceless little lady." Sy added with a smile after leaning on the bar and sipping his beer, still somehow sheilding you from the other man even though he was crouched on the bar top.

Junior flinched. Everyone knew the man wasnt afraid of getting a slap off his dad. He was more worried about his reputation being shattered... Not that he had a reputation other than being a lousy lay about who spoke a big game but couldnt handle a days hard labor.

"Your a real bastard syverson!" Seth snarled startingnto glow red and drew some attention to himself. Sy smiled, and then began speaking loud enogh for the others around them to hear. Not that they hadnt been listening quietly smir,ing into their glasses as sy fucked around pushing seths buttons like the little shit he was.

"Damn right i am. Now fuck off before you daddy gets a call. On Second thought stay its been a while since i saw you get chewed out in the bar" sy added and then began laughing boisterously as seth swore loudly cussing sy out as he swipped his keys frkm the bar with a heavy hand and stomped out of the bar slamming the door behide him drawing a few eyes. The others looked to sy who just shrugged and the turned to you and sent you a wink.

Divided.

Once the other man left you tiptoed the few feet back where your drink sat on the bar. Right beside sy. You drew a few breaths reaching for the coke filled glass pulling it close, tpping it nervously. Sy flicked his eyes to you and gave a little nodto you before continuing his own drink.

"Th-th-thank you" you finally uttered cursing yourself as your stutter became worse with your nerves. You felt your heart sink as the handsome man turned to you with a furrowed brow, then followed the look of pity. You winced, you ahted pity more then the ones who laughed. You waited for the inevitable smirk or scoff but he quickly smiled beaming down at you

"It was nothin' just helpin' out a lil'damsel" he said with a large grin. You relaxed for such a large bull of a man he was so? Approachable? Genuine. He seemed like one of the lads but held a boyish charm, mischievous but kind.

"N-n-n-no I-i me-mea-mean it... th-thank yy-you"

"Your welcome ma'am, i saw he was stull buggin ya and just thought id step in. He was gettin' a lil'too close for my liking" sy added takjng a s of his beer and spun around leaning his back on the bar, managing to drop a few more inches in hieght and rest his elbows on the bartop behinde him. You felt warmth blossom in your chest, he was trying to be as non threatening as possible, it was very sweet of him. Especially after the awkward and frankly scary encounter with the the other cowboy.

"Y-ye-eah h-eee would-dnt lea-leave" you said trying to fight your stutter but only made it worse. Yet he didnt seem to mind, he didnt mention it, it was refreshing.

"Well hes gone now, i got your back, you just kick back and enjoy your drink okay bug?" He said with a huge grin tipping his head to your glass and took another sip from his own.

"Sss-sorr-rry m-my st-t-tutter is b-bad" you apologised, usueally you had to apologise for it. People had to wait for you to finish and skmetimes it took too long to get things out. You almost felt like you were wasting their time.

"No need to apologise sweetness. I had one to as a nipper" he said giving you another bright grin. You froze normally people just said it was fine to be polite. But you could hear the annoyance, practically hear them rolling their eyes. Many thought you were stupid because of your speech impediment. But this man was sincere, genuine. It made you smile.

"Your the owner of that new craft shop aintnya? I saw your shop display last week. Your little mushroom man was quite something, has he sold yet?" Sy asked desperate to strike up an conversion.

" y-yyes he wa-was sold" you nodded flushing a little. So e people were judgy about your little shop thinking it was weird to open in the middle of a small rancher town. But you also appreciated that there were many crafters here and wanted to give them a one stop shop to get their supplies. You even let them sell their own wares to, you just asked for a few dollars a week for displaying them.

"You think i could swing by and place an order for one pick out colours n'stuff?" Sy asked almost shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck feeling anxious about actually acting on his attraction. He felt like a teen all over again.

"Yo-you w-want a toy?" Sy flushed brighter at your question. There was no judgment you were just surprized and there was a little awe in there too. Like you were about to get excited.

"Well yeah he was a cute lil'shroom, and its an excuse to see you again." He uttered with a chuckle and shifted on his feet getting all bashfull before cursing under his breath at his sappy he was sounding.

"Se-see me?" You asked freezing on the spot, eyes widening and felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

"Yeah, i like ya titch. And seein' shit for brains with ya made me realise i dont wanna be seein you round here with other guys. I wanna try and win your affection myself, if your willing to give me a chance? We could grab a table and some food, or you know i can take you to the new fancy coffee joint in the corner that has those fancy foam things" You giggled at the round about way this huge handsome man was trying to ask you out. It was cute.

Sy deflated as you giggled at him and then slumped nodding to you before turning back to the bar muttering a quiet 'sorry ma'am'. Clearly he thought youd just rejected him. But you surprised both him and yourself as you quickly reached out placing your hand on his bicep gently drawing his attention.

"I-i i wo-would-would like th-tha-that" you uttered quietly blinking up at him hopeful he was pulling your leg. He beamed down at you eyes glittering with joy.

"Good its settled then, you wana grab a table? We can order some fries to share? They got the best chicken wings here too" you nodded blushing brightly as sy slapped the bar getting the barmans attention and began ordering some fries and wings poining to the clear table near the window.

With a few quick moves he was ushering you to the empty table all too eager to have you to hi,self for a quick bite to eat.

All that was left in sys plan now was to conquer. Though that would take a few weeks of wooing. But he was optimistic, he was a special forces captain after all, the man with the plan. And this would be like any other mission he'd taken on. He wont stop until. He is victorious, but this time the victory would be much sweeter. Because if all goes to p,an he will finally have his own little missus to cherish. And nothing could top that.

#henry cavill #oh for fic sake fics #syverson fic #syverson imagine #syverson fluff #captain syverson #syverson x reader #captain sy x reader

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colliequacksalot · 4 months

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You walked out of the freezer after 4-5 minutes. It was..quite painful but its better than being cannibalized by a creature double your size. Or getting your skin ripped out by a walking corpse.

You walked around the mall,looking for bandages to stop the bleeding on your arm.

It was a foolish idea to open that cage

You were lucky you made it alive.

You walked into an empty medical room,the walls stained with blood.

Medical equipment and...some pieces of viscera on the ground. From the way it was spilled onto the ground you asssume someone met the faith you would have met if you werent fast enough to escape him.

You looked away from the ground,pushed away the urge to gag because of the smell and the scene.

You walked to one of the drawers,opened it.

Rats.

And even more viscera. Someone. Something stored it here as if like it would need it someday.

You pushed away the pieces and the dead rats to pick up the bandages,was it a good idea to use them? The rats might be diseased. The viscera slightly staining it might cause an infection.

...

You will be fine. If you get out of here you will see a doctor incase of an infrction. You cant risk getting caught because of the scent of the blood. And the trails it left behind because it dripped from the wound onto the floor.

You wiped away the remaining stuff from the roll of bandage and continued to look for stuff

A clean piece of cloth..its suprising its not stained with anything. You're lucky you can clean the wound and patch it up without an issue for now.

You did Just that. Wiped the blood off with the cloth. It did hurt a bit. Caused you to flinch. But the pain was nothing compared to what would happen if they sensed the scent.

You wrapped the bandage around the wound once you were done cleaning it

You took a deep breath

The other drawers were empty. Other than more Dead animals and some body parts. Someone was really storing all of them. For what..?

You pushed the thoughts and question away. It was not the time to think why it was storing all that. You need to get out of this hell hole.

You walked out of the medical room.

You frooze.

...

Something was in the hallway.

Staring at you.

Your breath caught on your throat.

You stayed still hoping it would leave.

It stared atyou for a while. Taking a few steps forward

It got close enough for you to see what it was..

The walking corpse..with a cloak..

You squinted your eyes to take in the details more clearly.

You wish you didnt.

The cloak. The material it was made out of wasnt silk.

Or cotton.

Or anything like that.

It was skin.

You felt your stomach drop

You pushed back the urge to gag once again

You held your breath

It stared down at you for a while before walking away into another hall..

You did the right thing by staying jn that freezer despite the corpses in there.. it couldnt sense any warmth.

You did the right thing by cleaning and cleaning up the wound.

Perhaps it didnt sense the scent of the blood. Or the smell of the dead rats made it think it was Just some rodents running around the hall..

You continued walking once you were sure you were safe.

#[collie posts]#generation loss #genloss au #[genloss after dark! au]#[Collie writes]

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a-boca-do-inferno · 11 months

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you already did, part 2 (vincent mancini x reader) [request]

part 1

summary: Vincent is not a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. At least not with the woman he loved.

warnings: angst, swearing, verbal abuse (sorta), fluff (sorta), just rly toxic stuff what can i tell ya

words: 3.3k

notes: this wasnt supposed to happen but yall cant stand just an angst oneshot 😭 cowards. (self-criticism.) and of course this is loosely based on rebel heart by first aid kit because i was listening to it while writing this. enjoy <3

Silence.

Ever since (y/n) left, Vincent’s life seemed to have gone completely, utterly silent. Soundless were his heavy steps against the wooden floor, so contrary to the natural order of things; as was being away from the only person who ever understood him in this godforsaken world. But to anyone else, he was as bright and strong as ever. Reckless and ruthless as ever, ruling the Corleone empire with an iron fist, a cold heart and little humanity left. And he saw fit that even the last glimpse of his human side would’ve gone away with (y/n). It was as poetic as it was pathetic, and the dense sigh dancing in his lips was as soundless as one would expect from him those days. He felt suffocated. Muted. Silenced. Carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, yet Vinnie was as free as man can be.

Shamefully.

“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart”, a quiet voice comes from the door. His aunt has a soft, inviting expression that’s always there for him, but as soon as her gaze meets his troubled one, Connie frowns slightly. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m just tired”, he grumbles, looking back down at some documents. It’s not long before he huffs in annoyance, pushing them away and taking a deep breath. He can’t pretend, not with Auntie Connie. Vinnie closes his eyes for a second, rubbing his temples. “I’m just tired”, he repeats, his tone a little gentler now.

Connie shuts the door behind her and takes a step towards him, clasping her hands together. “Is it (y/n)?”

Vincent snorts, raising his brows in humourless amusement. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

She shrugs, taking a seat in front of him. “I won’t lie and say that I understand what it is that you see in that girl, not after the spectacle she made before leaving, but I know how much you miss her.”

Connie sounds faintly accusative to his ears, albeit her words are careful. He was well aware his family had a strong opinion on (y/n) from the beginning of their marriage, especially because she wasn’t Italian, but he never paid mind to them. It would be a cold day in hell when he’d let anyone dictate what he did with his life, no matter how unwavering his loyalty was to the Corleone household. He knew how to separate personal matters from work, always did. Perhaps that is why Vincent had been luckier than Michael as Godfather in that area; while he was ruthless, his passion could never be dialled down to serve some grand, ultimate purpose. Not with (y/n). His miserableness without her around was proof enough of that fact.

“Yeah”, Vincent smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, as his memories can’t help but show the face of his angry ex-wife yelling her lungs out at the most dangerous people he knew. He lets out a low chuckle, looking at the ceiling, “she’s a little crazy, she’s always been, but that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I can’t do peace and quiet, you know me.” He pauses, only to breathe through his nose and glance back at her, with his brows furrowed. “I think I’m going crazy myself without her, anyway.”

He doesn’t usually open up like this with anyone, but his aunt had a way about her that felt like he could lay himself bare, and not hide anything. Apart from that, it was no overstatement to call it like it is: there was a darkness growing inside him with each passing day. And he was alone because he refused to accept it sooner, he knew that much. (y/n) was not one to take ungratefulness kindly, and he admired her for it to no end, even when it meant her letting him go. Vincent knew from the start he married a woman who wouldn’t budge on what she deserved. Maybe that was what hurt him the most; to see things so clearly now. There was no way she could’ve stayed by his side, not without conditioning herself to receive but crumbs of affection.

Connie shakes her head with a little grin, getting his attention. “Then what the hell are you still doing here feeling sorry for yourself?” She nods once, speaking convictively, “go after her.”

Vincent is surprised by the suggestion, and he goes back to staring at the papers in front of him for a moment. Could he, really? The thought had never crossed his mind, funnily enough. As deep as he was in his well of self-pity, any hopefulness from his part just felt childish and petty. Because on top of it all, he understood her decision, mayhaps even supported it internally. (y/n) was worth more than anything he could offer her right now.

And so he sighs again, leaning back in his chair. He snaps his knuckles, studying his ring, “I appreciate the advice, but I reckon (y/n)’s gonna shoot me on sight if she ever sees me again. We’re done, she told me so.”

His aunt grunts, glaring at him. “Is that any way for a Corleone to talk, nephew? I know you better than this!” She gets up and stands by his side, squeezing his shoulder in encouragement. “Listen to your heart. You’re a dead man walking without that silly girl”, she jokes, pushing him slightly.

This goddamn woman. She can see through him like no one can. Vinnie snorts quietly, rolling his eyes and nodding. “Fine, but I’m sending you my hospital bill.”

Vincent was never a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, aggressive, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. And especially not with the woman he loved more than anything, but their last meeting wasn’t the friendliest of them all. The last time they spoke to each other, (y/n) sat across from him with her unresting look glued to the table while their lawyers sorted out the divorce agreement. As opposed to his cutting words when they fought, both parted ways each with half of their patrimony — which was mostly Vinnie’s —, despite her protests against putting her hands on his “dirty money”.

In that last hearing, his soon-to-be ex-wife kept to herself as best as she could, although she did speak up whenever he couldn’t hold his tongue and would make some resentful and sarcastic remarks. The bickering was inevitable with them, but it now left a sour taste in his lips, so agonisingly different from the lighthearted nature of their banter a few months prior. Vincent experienced a sense of betrayal somehow, and his mouth was known to be working overtime when he was unhappy. He was angry then, he just couldn’t help himself.

And he still was livid, even now; surrounded by striking sorrow and her helpless absence. Vincent was mad at her for making him feel so pathetically small, forced to remain trapped in his own insignificance, only further proving her point of his becoming of a shell of a man because of the family business. And that was all he ever did since she went away, as if the universe’s ultimate laughter at his circumstances: work, work, work. With no soft lips to come home to. With no loving eyes to watch him take off his coat and hang it purposefully on the chair, with the sole motive of trying to get a reaction from her. Vinnie often did. She’d give him one of her fiery, yet sweet stares, ordering him around like he wasn’t the vilest guy in the block. And he complied gladly, crawling into bed the next second.

For that, Vincent was a deeply angry, wrathful man; because he had lost his opportunity at redemption. (y/n) had slipped away right before his eyes, but he was as blind as they came. Like any angry man, he only saw red. Never her.

It was almost like nothing had changed, after all.

Tom points at him with his cigarette, pulling Vincent out of his thoughts. “You sure about this?”

“No. But I’m going insane”, he mutters in reflex, resting his hands on his hips as his uncle gives him a short nod, blowing the smoke.

Dinner’s finished and everyone else has left the table. It was a normal Friday night as any, and he quietly hoped it would continue like this. His week hadn’t been exactly the best one now with the FBI tracking his every move, and he was about to make it even better — or worse, terribly worse — with (y/n)’s certain rejection later on. But it was a change for once, and he couldn’t stand the silence and the dullness of his routine anymore. Besides, he could use some yelling right now. Perhaps it’d make him come back to his senses a bit.

“She’s a nuisance in the business”, Tom’s voice is quiet, level-headed, and Vincent stops his glass halfway through his mouth before his uncle resumes his speech. “She can’t handle this. She’s too soft.”

Vinnie scowls immediately. “Why the hell are you telling me all this as if I didn’t know, eh?”, he snarls, making a sour face as he gulps down his drink in one go. “I fucking married the broad, for Christ’s sake.”

Tom’s face stays neutral and he reclines in his chair. “I’m just asking, Vincent. You gotta be sure about this, ‘cause you already know where she stands.” There is pause, until he adds, “what sacrifices are you willing to make to get her back?”

He meant leaving the business, of course, and Vincent’s knuckles turn white as he squeezes the edge of the table unconsciously. He shakes his head and lets out a fake laugh, his core boiling up with contempt. Vinnie wants to punch Tom, but ends up containing himself. He was getting very good at that. “I don’t even know if she’ll take me back, Uncle Tommy. Let’s be more realistic here, Jesus.”

“Cut the bullshit”, his tone becomes more serious, and Vincent tenses up. It was not everyday he saw this side of Tom. “You ain’t a boy no more, Vinnie. A Don has responsibilities. That girl makes you soft and you know it.”

There it is: the judgement. That was what he couldn’t take anymore. The constant watching his back, always waiting for the next “innocent” suggestion on how to do his job. That the world was out to get him, he knows. But now his own family, the one he swore to protect, the people he’d give his life for? That couldn’t be. He needed some fresh air, and some nice cuddling with his girl. And that’s what he’d do right now.

Fuck that.

“I don’t gotta listen to this”, Vincent stands up abruptly, grabbing his coat and giving one last glare at his uncle. He raises his voice, widening his eyes furiously, “and I don’t wanna hear you say her name again, got that?!”

He left without another word, marching out the house with his chin up and his usual thug walk. Vinnie got into his car and drove away into the night, enjoying the breeze on his face. (y/n) had moved into her old apartment even prior to the divorce papers were ready, and thankfully he knew where that was. He stepped on the pedal and accelerated, eager to see the face he missed so much. His heart was pounding into his chest. Suddenly, his vision appeared to be clearer and something burned in the pit of his stomach, resemblant to the effect of a drug. Just the thought of his baby close again ignited him in such a way.

Almost six months without her scent, her voice, her touch. Would she even let him in, he wondered, this late at night? All alone in her house... Or so he wanted her to be. Nevertheless, as much as it made him irate to think of her in the arms of another, Vinnie couldn’t blame her for going out with other people. On the other hand, he just couldn’t fathom the thought of having anyone other than her. Not just yet. So different from the Vincent he was just before they met. She really had left her mark on him.

He stopped the car in front of her building in a halt. His jacket did nothing to warm him up through the cold wind hitting his face as he got out of the vehicle, shutting the door with a thud that was surely louder than necessary. Vincent took a deep breath and stomped towards her front door, clearing his throat and staring at his shoes for a moment. He adjusted his suit and his hair, brushing it backwards anxiously. Goddamn it, what would he even say? “I missed you, let’s get back together, even though you hate my guts and I can’t compromise because of my family”? He should just leave. This was a bad idea.

He’s turning around when the wooden surface simply disappears from his rear view. The door opened to reveal (y/n) with her hair tied up, staring at him with concern and faint surprise. She had her pyjamas on, like a normal person would so late at night, but his look automatically fell over her bare legs. She looked as beautiful as ever, even more so than he remembered. His heart hammered inside his chest and he tried to appear unaffected at her presence, even though it was useless.

Noticing his intense stare, the girl cleared her throat, raising a questioning brow. “What on earth are you doing here, Vincent?”

Right, he had to speak. “I wanted to see you”, he breathes out, almost choked up, and it’s pathetic, but he’s past caring about that. Vinnie takes a step closer, uninvited, because it’s so much stronger than him at this point. “I miss you, (y/n).” His voice comes out strained, yet resolute.

(y/n) pauses, taking in his sudden approach. “Vincent...”

“Don’t turn me away yet. I just wanna talk, okay?”, he spits in a rush, and he looks like an eager puppy, probably, but he’s also way past caring about that. This is the woman of his life. He can bear to look a little stupid in front of her. “Please, baby, you just gotta listen to me.”

His wife closes her eyes and sighs, making way for him to enter. “I’m not your baby anymore, you know?”

Vincent grins in relief, walking past her to sit on the couch. His palms are sweating and he rubs them against his pants back and forth, rocking his body nervously. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to answer, he’s never been the romantic type, but the words pour from his mouth anyways, “you’ll always be my baby.”

She looks unfazed by his directness, but her orbs still avoid him. “What do you wanna say that you haven’t already, Vincenzo?” (y/n) crosses her arms and takes a seat across from him, keeping her distance, and he can’t help but feel his chest tighten at this.

“I miss you”, he repeats, blinking a few times. He’s so bad at this, but he’s got to do it. For her. “You’re my life. I can’t be without you, you know that.” She remains silent as he rambles, and he frowns despite himself, the feeling of being suffocated by the nothingness coming all over again. “Talk to me, (y/n)”, Vinnie’s being too demanding for the occasion, but he’s just so fucking tired of this.

“I have nothing to say”, comes the noiseless murmur.

Vincent can spot the water fighting to escape her sombre look, but all he can think of is how fed up he is with these games. “Don’t you lie to me”, he growls, balling up his fists. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, sweetheart.”

“Get out of my house”, she stands up in the blink of an eye, glaring at his direction.

He huffs and gets up only to glower right back at her, ignoring her request. “I won’t leave until we talk this through, okay?” He grabs her arm in a tight hold, mindful not to hurt her. This wasn’t how he was wishing things would go, although he should’ve known. She had left him for a reason. He tries to calm himself with a deep breath and lets go of her forearm, looking into her eyes intently, “tell me the truth, don’t you love me anymore?”

Tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t break their gaze. “You know I do”, she whispers desperately, gripping at his jacket with all her force.

This very moment has happened before, a few times. The same tension and eagerness to make things just work, swimming against the current. This was so like them; to be running towards each other when they should be running away. He touches her fingertips ghostly, caressing them in silent request. (y/n) gulps and squeezes his hand softly, resting it over her pounding chest. His whole body shivers with their closeness, and he has to try his best not to pull her into a kiss right there. He’s never been one to respect boundaries, and that was yet another proof of just how strong his love for that woman was.

“Come back home”, Vincent coos, bringing their foreheads together. His orbs are as watery as hers now, and he bites his trembling lip, waiting for her assured decline.

“That house is not my home, Vincent”, (y/n) whimpers, still holding his palm securely. “You know I won’t ever go back to that place.”

“Damn you”, Vinnie sighs, shutting his eyes tightly. He much preferred her yelling than this again, anyday. “You know I can’t leave, honey.”

“But you want to”, she gives him a piercing stare, and their noses are touching.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, their bodies flush against one another, and her hot breath made it all okay somehow. He was almost imploding with emotion. (y/n) knew him too well; just one look at him and she had the perfect words, the perfect timing, as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud. The moblife was killing him from the inside out, and being away from her was only the last straw. When she hugged him back slowly, there was nothing but them at that moment. Everything else faded. This was real.

“They’ll never let me go”, Vinnie considers gently, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hell, they might even kill me for this.”

“We can run away”, (y/n) smiles, cupping his cheeks and leaving a quick kiss on his lips. He presses himself against her, devouring her mouth with no further ado. It’s been so long. All the anxiety and anger dissipated under her tender touch, and he deepened the kiss hungrily. When they pulled away, she chuckled, “someone missed me, huh?”

“Don’t joke with that, sweetheart”, he pleads, and his words come out smaller than he intended. Vincent pecks her mouth again, biting her lip weakly with a smirk. “I’m still mad you left.”

(y/n) snickers, swaying their bodies unhurriedly. “I had to.”

He lets out a quiet grunt, nuzzling her jaw, “I know.” His fingers reach her hips and he pulls her closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too”, she purrs, holding him delicately.

And then came the silence. Yet this time, it felt like he could breathe at last. In her arms, it all meant something again. Never mind his other half, (y/n) was simply his entire being. More than whole, Vincent was himself in her presence once more. They could take on the world together, and that’s what he was willing to do for them both. He had the answer for Tom’s question now. For (y/n), he’d give his life.

Shamelessly.

#the godfather #the godfather x reader #the godfather imagine #vincent mancini x reader #vincent mancini #the godfather part iii #andy garcia #vincent corleone #vincent corleone x reader

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spikeinthepunch · 11 months

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the other thing i really wanted to mention about CotC in more detail, esp after watching new episodes, was the times the series tackles abusive family in a way thats heavily implied or straight up shown.

most obvious example of this was the episode "Scoutguest", where Craig allows Jason to come home after he says he lost his keys. What is actually most interesting about this episode is it focuses on how Craig is completely oblivious, and how Jason's home life shows his submissiveness in home environments. The first example was Craig and Bernard fighting about chores, and Jason just goes and does the chores for him, stating he wanted to save them the argument. I'm sure many who can immediately find this familiar- the act of doing something good in order to stop your parents from yelling at you or others in the house. You just want it to stop. But Craig not knowing any better, uses this behavior to his benefit. going through the episode, Craig's mom eventually calls the number shes given (which, we dont actually know was Jason's mom, and i think it probably wasnt- probably another source that knows jason's situation) and learns/understands whats up, and is kind to him as a guest. She doesnt tell Craig anything- he's a child, itd be hard to explain, and it may be invasive to Jason to explain it to Craig. regardless, she encourages Craig to be kind and when Craig hears Jason say somethings on his own he comes to realizing how different things are- and pieces together things. There is a lesson in realizing you should watch how you treat others, not presume about other's lives, and that some times someone seeking help may be doing so in a very discreet/not obvious way.

but (spoilers for newest episodes) i actually found this topic interesting to look at with Xavier. Xavier is a bully, hes mean. We learned that Xavier never had friends because he realized they just liked how he has cool stuff, and because of that, he just bullied people back, and felt that being King got him attention enough to feel good. hes a child, and Craig intervening right now is what he needs- Xavier can change. So onto my thought- The episode where Xavier explaining his story made me uncomfortable. We havent seen much of his family life. Things we do know: his oldest brother Kennith is at college, his oldest sister Cheyenne is in highschool, an unnamed/presumed mother. Unclear about another parent.

I shouldn't assume what i don't know about Xavier (his parent situation, mainly) but its interesting that we see so little of his family outside of his siblings, because the show has been very good at showing us entire family dynamics (we saw parents for characters that hardly show up!). His family is rich, his brother is distant as he is in college, and so Xavier is basically around his sister all the time. Previously I think I just took as her as the moody highschooler who thinks her little bro is annoying. But, in episode 2 of season 5, we get his story (which again, notably, does not show anything of his parents) where he eventually shows how he wanted to get stronger to i guess, beat up Craig. This is where i got uncomfy with the implications- his sister. Cheyenne works out, and the little we saw of her as the former queen did show she was also likely a bully, and i think it may be safe to say she is toxic and abusive towards Xavier as well tbh. Like, the way she start getting physical with him in that episode... getting angry, belittling him, hitting him. It made me anxious to see, feeling what is implied about her character. she does seem 'proud' of him improving but, i think its a situation of control (as she encourages in him too) and passed off like "tough love" when its actually really bad.

Xavier is 12 years old, we cannot and should not hate him like he is unredeemable. He turned into what he is for reasons a child likely would- be it the lack of people wanting to be his friend, or the implication that his older sibling pushed him around and bullied him herself. i did not really expect to see that in these new episodes honestly- it would have been easy to just say its how Xavier didnt make friends, but i think looking harder, you can again see how abuse affects kids, in ways that are very different but both bad.

#cotc #craig of the creek #sorry but i care A LOT about Xavier #also wow how did i not realize najja voices his sister!!! what

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thebibliosphere · 2 years

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hello! a friend sent me your post about cirs and mcas the other day and it’s got me doing a lot of research, i’ve been sick since 2019 and was diagnosed w cirs in 2020, i’ve since hit a plateau where i’m not really improving tho and my cirs doctor doesn’t really know what to do with me until i build tolerance to a nasal spray or somehow banish more toxins from my already toxin-free room. i wanted to ask what your experience with cirs doctors was and how you figured out you were misdiagnosed? a lot of stuff around cirs is pretty sketchy but i’ve been at a point where i’ve just overlooked that :/ thank u i hope ur having a good day !!!!!

So, unfortunately, my experience sounds a lot like yours. I (skeptically and out of desperation) followed the advice of several alt-medicine doctors who believed I had CIRS and saw some improvement that ultimately hit a plateau and never really moved beyond it.

This was because some of their recommendations removed triggers from my environment that were causing my mast cells to react (scented candles, perfumes, strong chemical cleansers) as well as some high histamine foods. Gluten, for example, is a mast cell destabilizer and iirc “go gluten free!” is common CIRS advice but they never really explain why beyond some pseudo-science.

And while removing some triggers did help, they weren't doing anything else to meaningfully shore up my immune system or address the fact that mast cell dysfunction can fluctuate rapidly due to things like seasonal allergies, stress and also your own monthly hormonal cycle. (This is more common in individuals who menstruate, or those who use estrogen hormonal therapy, as estrogen can cause inflammation and act as a histamine liberator.)

I already suspected that CIRS was not my issue, but I ultimately soured on my doctors, when, like yourself, they continued to insist there was “toxins” in my environment* and I must not be following their advice properly. There was also heavy emphasis on things like essential oils and herbalism, which I knew from being a licensed practitioner of numerous holistic therapies in my 20s that they were promoting inaccurately and sometimes unsafely when they also continued to insist that my reactions to certain things were caused by “toxins” leaving my body and if I just persisted long enough, I’d see the benefit.

(As an aside, what nasal spray are they insisting you take?)

While it is true many of chronically ill people suffer from chemical sensitivities, the insistence on labelling everything a “toxin” and pushing natural alternatives to an extreme, made me nope out and continue my medical research.

A few years later, I started getting worse following a gnarly dental infection, and I began to experience slow-acting anaphylaxis which a Horrendous number of doctors misdiagnosed as panic attacks and even in one spectacular instance of medical incompetence, bipolar disorder.

By then, I had learned about and suspected that I had MCAS but was too ill to keep fighting my doctors. It wasnt until I almost died in 2019, that a new doctor panicked, threw me at seven specialits in a week and I walked away with a diagnosis of perniciois anemia, likely caused by a mast cell disorder and my body’s inability to absorb things properly.

The hematologist who saved my life referred me to an MCAS specialist who took my hand to shake, looked at how the joints moved in her grasp, and said, “this is now an Ehlers Danlos exam.”

I walked out eight hours later with a diagnosis of hEDS and “probable MCAS and undefined dysautonomia.” which is a fancy way of saying I have a genetic disorder and multiple forms of autonomic nervous system dysfunction.

Not everyone with MCAS has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, but a lot of us do. So if you have problems with chronic pain, joint instability, hyper flexibility (muscles), hyper mobility (joints), soft and easily bruised skin, migraines or a lot of unexplained GI symptoms, it might be worth your while to check and see if EDS might be relevant to you.

The Ehlers Danlos Society has a global directory of physicians you can look up.

Its also worth noting there’s a lot of overlap between people with Autism and ADHD with Ehlers Danlos and Joint Hypermobility Disorder.

Like I said, it may or may not be relavent to you. I’m just throwing it out there in case it helps.

So yeah, that’s basically how it went for me. Two years on mast cell stabilizers and a lot of prescription supplements to combat numerous deficiencies, and my health is unrecognizable from what it was. I still have nasty flare-ups (like now), but that's just an unfortunate reality of life with the numerous conditions I have. I’ll take it any day, however, over what I was living before.

I hope this was helpful and that you find real relief soon. Take care.

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*nb: to any long-term readers, this was before I unknowingly moved into a house with mold, which is a mast cell destabilizer.

This is partly what makes me think that some people diagnosed with CIRS actually have undiagnosed MCAS because so much of CIRS theory hinges on things like mold sensitivity and other environmental factors, though they never explain why beyond a basic “it's a toxin and toxins are inflammatory.”

#chronic health tag #mcas #long post #dental

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