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I just KNOW they talk mad shit together
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Academy!Coryo x reader Warnings: swearing, now that i think of it slightly ooc Coryo but its Academy era so idk, use of y/n
dividers by @saradika
Pure. If you had to choose one word to describe Coriolanus Snow, that would be it. The boy was basically a slab of untainted, white stone brought to life. Clean cut, not a speck on his record, and god forbid his grades be anything less than frustratingly perfect. It was something that infuriated you constantly.
How could someone possibly have absolutely no visible weakness?
Sometimes it seemed even basic needs such as sleep were unnecessary for your blonde classmate while you, on the other hand, relied on disarranged nights of frantic muttering and rustling paper to maintain your top grades. Only, of course, to spend the next few hours behind a deck having your sanity and patience stripped away by the object of your hatred/affection/whatever those heated stares every once in a while were.
Either way, the back and forth cycle was driving you insane! You were one step away from screaming for it to just-
“Miss Fremont. Would you like to explain to me what is so interesting about Mr. Snow that it is physically impossible for you to pay attention to the lesson?”
Red crept onto your cheeks as you sank slightly in your seat. Your classmates whispered and giggled around you and Mr. Snow was clearly displaying a mocking smirk when you spoke.
“Nothing, Sir.”
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Later, after you’d rushed from your classroom, through the library and into the little study room you sat in the corner of. You buried  your head in your knees.
How embarrassing was it that you were caught staring at that smug little shit, and by your teacher no less! Not even a classmate, who might have let it slide-
Oh fuck.
You groaned, curling into yourself further. You were caught staring at Coriolanus Snow, the annoying but pretty boy Clemmie had shipped you with from the beginning, your sworn rival. She was never letting you hear the end of this and you suspected neither was Coriolanus.
The soft thump of your head hitting the wall was amplified in the small space. Surely, you reasoned, snatching the Plinth Prize from under Coriolanus’s attractive nose would wipe that smirk off clean off of his face. And for that to happen you would have to get up, pull yourself together and study until your hands shook and your eyes burned. 
Not necessarily in that order.
This time, you’d end up on top.
Coriolanus found you spread out on the floor, almost buried in pages upon pages of notes and examples and resources. He had, like you, come to the library to study, but all thoughts of classwork were put aside when he saw you, sleeping in his usual study spot. If he was entirely truthful, he didn’t think you could make a face that peaceful. Coriolanus knelt down next to you and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“Time to get up, sweetheart.”
You swatted his hand away sleepily, mumbling incoherently.
“Y/n you’re drooling on your notes.”
No response.
He sighed, already losing his patience. He’d try one last time, he promised himself, and then he’d leave and find another place to work. 
“Y/n, love, you have to get up now. Can’t let you lose to me too easily next week, now can we?” 
This time he gave you a little shake, finally getting through your sleep deprived haze. You jolted back, flustered for a moment.
“Co-coriolanus, what- Why are you here?”
He waited until you were done dusting yourself off before replying.
“I realise you might not know this, but some people like to come here to actually study.”
You scoffed and pushed him towards the door.
“I was doing just that before you interrupted me-” He raised an eyebrow, “-so leave me alone.”
The door slammed in his face.
Now, you think he’d gotten the message. But the next evening, right after your last class for the day, he was back, like a recurring nightmare. Being seen in this state, your hair messy and eyebags dark, might have irritated you had you not been cramming for two final exams and an assignment that was due the next morning.
"What part of leave me alone was confusing for you, Snow, because I would be happy to explain it to you after I finish this. I'm busy. get out." You say from the desk, exhaustion evident in your tone.
Clearly, you had no patience left for anything, let alone him.
Coriolanus, despite having almost the same workload as you, seemed entirely unbothered by this.
Perfect bastard with his perfect hair and his stupid, perfect smile. Exactly the money he was displaying right now, actually, as he unpacked his notes next to yours.
"Move over sweetheart-"
"Don't," You growled, pausing your work, "Call me that, sweetheart."
He sat down across from you and began writing in that beautiful handwriting. "Whatever you say... Darling."
You really wanted to slap him sometimes.
A/N: this is my first time writing for Coryo so if someone finds this please tell me what you think <3
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noooooooop-e · 2 months
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Made an Arachne Crane account 🤭
Follow the mean useless lesbian for good luck🥰
@arachnecrane
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theclemmiedovecote · 2 months
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So like I think I’m about to have my first time but
me rn <3
(who put sugar in my mayonnaise)
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fuckmyskywalker · 1 month
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baby are you ever gonna finish kinktober 😢
no
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meekmedea · 4 months
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been reading a lot of manhwas lately with villainess reincarnation as a trope, and like honestly....I have an idea hehe
So it's a bit of a crack AU, but here it is:
Clemensia lives a full life - survives the second rebellion, and she passes in her sleep. No foul play. But when she wakes up, she's 18 again. The 10th Hunger Games haven't started yet. But once she realizes that this isn't some sort of dream or even a personal hell, she realizes she has another shot at changing things
A lot of this is right now is just random blurbs, but I'm thinking of things like:
The first person is Sejanus - newly reincarnated Clemensia wonders if she's in some sort of afterlife. Or if she's hallucinating. And seeing Arachne next really makes her consider things.
Clemmie makes an attempt of a list of what to do once she realizes that this isn't a fever dream of some sort
Like a better mentor/tribute relationship with Reaper - or at least she attempts at one more than she did in her past life
Coriolanus never becomes that twisted. (It's on her list of things to get to)
more things on her list: For Arachne to live. / Sejanus too. / Reaper./ not getting bit by the snakes
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reppyy · 12 days
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reno 911 - drunk catwalk
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yoursaltytears · 13 days
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My cat is so dramatic
Best actress awardee ⭐
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joploi · 4 months
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3xandgrateful · 10 months
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Thank you, Clemmie.
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She survived domestic violence, started to recreate her life with only the clothes on her back never mind the few, fresh bruises on her face. She saved herself. She saved me, too
I met her in 2018. Tanned skin, small, round-eyed beauty. She’s a woman to behold. She’s also a newly promoted Team Leader at work. 
She speaks with a bit of British accent, worked for a UK account she said. Til now, I can’t get over with the way she says the word ‘branch’.
I was so young when I joined her team. She has been with the company for 13 years. Having been a hopper most of my working life, I asked her what made her stay that long. I couldn't imagine sticking around that long back then. 
“I like it here. Also, it helped me turn my life around.” 
I looked at her, urging her to go on. Young and inexperienced as I was, maybe I could learn something from her. 
Learned I did, and more. 
She married young. They were childhood sweethearts. Their families were friends. It started great. The guy’s family was even active in the Church. Little did she know how violent he can be, or that he could ever take it out on her. 
She stayed with him for a while more. But when the threats got frequent, and the bruises kept coming, she decided she’d had enough. 
“I was already employed here. I came home from work and there he was. Hurt me enough to go running out the door, without a thought of going back. All I had were the clothes on my back.” 
“I called my Boss at work. She let me stay with her until I can fend for myself. I never went back with him, no matter how much his family asked me to. I told my in-laws, I’ve suffered enough. They should be grateful I never told anyone we know about the situation, or about his son. I never pressed charges.” 
What that leader did for her, she did for me. 
I’m not a victim of domestic violence. I can well do that to me all by myself. You won’t see any bruises though. It’s all psychological. I suffer from anxiety. And I’ve been so unkind to myself for so long that it’s become so debilitating. The pandemic made it worse. 
Cooped in the house, not being able to meet my support system outside for such a long time, feeling frightened as I’m one of those labeled ‘vulnerable’ to the disease because of my respiratory condition, I spiraled into hopelessness. Racing thoughts, sleepless days, unable to get out of bed... What’s the point of living if it’s going to be as pathetic as this?
I didn’t report to work for a very long while. Like two consecutive weeks. This part of the world, you don’t report to work in two days, you’re a goner. 
But this lady would check in on me, listen to me, give me the time of day, just so I can spout as much excuses as possible. She’ll repeat one of my friends’ advices: “You don’t deserve the punishment you’ve been giving yourself.” 
“Forgive yourself for whatever you thought was your fault. It’s time to be kind to yourself now.”
She let me have several days off. She let me share with her my plans, asking me questions so I can gain clarity. She made sure I have that safe place to think. She did all she could so I can stay on with the company. Because to quit the job is to commit suicide in those trying times. Companies were laying people off left and right. And nobody knows when we’ll be able to recover.
I requested to change my work schedule to a time when I think the world is a bit quieter, but also when I can actually see the sun; a shift at work where I don’t have to talk with people who are actually going outside. She made that happen, talked to the higher ups and pledged my case. 
And I thrived. Best in class then promoted to a new role in a very short time. She helped me made that happen. And for that I’ll always be grateful for her - her understanding, her compassion, her unfailing trust on me and my ability to turn things around for myself. She saw something in me, and she chose not to give me up. She chose to help me, made me see what else is out there. That I can still shine. 
I call her my hero. I told her, she is my savior. Her name’s Clemmie. 
She’s still fighting her own battles though. One of them is not being able to get divorce. She found the new love of her life, but they can never get married.
Clemmie, thank you so much. You’re my hero.
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herpsandbirds · 5 months
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Spotted Turtle (Clemmys guttata), family Emydidae, eastern U.S.
ENDANGERED.
photograph by Mike Jones
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clementine-png · 2 months
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hi sorry for not posting art for a year. are you mad at me
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fuckmyskywalker · 8 days
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@anakinscrybaby has a bracelet with name... what u bitches have? Uh? You whores could never
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maysrinn · 4 months
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Mr. and Mrs. Dovecote 🕊️🐍
Well, how did this happen, how did these two, Clemensia and Festus end up with each other?
Definitely not on the first sight or first anything, Festus was married to Persephone for years after graduating from university and during the following years of Coriolanus's rise to power. Yet not every teen romance lasts forever, both of them divorced on good terms or so they thought with Festus developing a drinking habit believing it was his fault/failure. The fatal day both he and Clemensia met again was during a party at the presidential estate
Clemmie was to first to notice that something wasn't alright with him and she was there for him during that time after realizing that her old irrational academy friend got himself into a fatal situation. She became his helping hand, spending more time with him than anyone else and everything from that point is a natural cause of events. He proposed to her after 2 years and took the surname Dovecote beside the common norm.🕊️
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Festus is now not allowed to be near alcohol within a 70-foot radius, always equipped with water.
The little tiny bean in the middle is Augustus or short August. Clemensia's “only addition to the capital society” is how she phrases it with humor. August is a lovely quite smart curious boy who loves to learn new things on his own. He’s 6 years old, born in September three months after Rosie who he is close to, even childhood best friends 🌹
The Dovecotes are the closest family to the Snows, with Clemmie regularly being over to tell Lucy Gray everything thats been going on while the kids play. It’s almost considered gossip with the first lady feeling bad that it is entertaining.
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boarwinds · 1 month
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Pre-professor au
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Pre-professor au
I’m too lazy to type out the au so here’s the edited version from my rambling to a friend
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