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#she’s a walking zoo
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have you considered...zöo mothè bois? :D<
Of course, of course, as is tradition for the monstrous boys
They live in an enclosed building, with no windows or methods of natural sun getting in, to help with the issue of moth monsters being primarily nocturnal. The zoo has the lights turned on at night and the enclosures significantly darkened in the day- that way, the boys should all be nice and active when visitors are around. Mc is a worker there, part of the ever-growing crew dedicated to the care of the moth monsters.
Sans: He is, by all accounts, the star attraction. The newest addition to their collection of beasts, he was captured and brought in after killing and eating a wealthy/famous trophy hunter; his pretty wings have made him something of a celebrity. He dislikes the attention and constant eyes and mostly stays in his den... but like his zoo skider counterpart, he actually doesn't hate his captive existence too much. I mean- it’s free food and accommodation, right?
Mc’s been strongarmed into becoming his personal groomer, because he won’t allow anyone except her close enough to touch him. The zoo want their biggest source of revenue looking good, and someone needs to get close enough to clean dirt and blood off Sans’ wings without getting torn to pieces. He used to avoid cleaning his wings out of laziness, but now he does it because he knows the dirtier his wings are, the longer Mc will stay in his enclosure with him, brushing and grooming his beautiful wings... unintentionally performing an extremely romantic action with him for hours on end. 
Mc won’t deny she likes her time with Sans. He’s good as gold with her- dopey and easygoing, always grinning. She feels weirdly calm when she’s close to him. But she’s still cautious... she’s still on edge. Sometimes, when she looks at him, she catches him staring at her with a frightening edge to his grin.
Red: He's bored. That’s his problem; he used to be nomadic, travelling the lands to find the best hunting grounds, meeting people and seeing the world. Being taken into this stifling zoo (all because he killed the occasional unaccompanied traveller, how unreasonable) and bundled into a single enclosure has left him feeling cramped and snappish, even more aggressive with humans than he normally gets. How good he behaves depends entirely on how bored he is.
She’s his absolute favourite. He’s a massive flirt around her, trilling out a wolf whistle when he sees her walking by. If he’s had the right enrichment he’s her favourite too, gentle and well behaved, purring while she cleans up and doing little more than fussing her clothes. But other days, the days when he’s not had anything to do for hours on end, when he’s so bored he could kill... 
... He waits until her guard is down before he pounces on her and tries to drag her (kicking and screaming) into his den. He’s strong and he’s got four arms, he’s very difficult to escape, and she’s never sure if he wants to eat her or try to make moth babies with her- Red’s moods are why she carries bug spray on the job.
Skull: This poor boy was actually raised in captivity. Removed from his habitat as a baby and sold as an exotic decoration for rich morons, years of stress and mishandling have left him with a few... issues. Neglect made him deeply possessive of food, constant stress has made him fucking huge, living in enclosed cages for years means he can't fly, he has absolutely no idea how to be a moth monster. He's a high-strung unsociable mess with an incurable hatred of humans who just wants to hide in his den and never come out. The growls he lets out, when someone comes into his enclosure, are loud enough to be heard through the walls.
... Except... there’s one light in his life. Just the one.
When Mc comes into his room he turns into a shy mess. He curls into himself, he can’t hold eye contact with her, if she tries to bring him things like food or blankets she has to leave them on the floor and walk out because he’s too nervous to approach her. He’s got a huge crush on her and it sends him into a tailspin every time she smiles or says his name, colour spreads across his cheekbones and his eyelight dilates like a cat. 
He does, however, get a little burst of confidence when it comes to stealing from her. He’s an absolute fiend for stealing her things. If she ever drops a hair tie or piece of jewellery, she isn’t getting it back. Utensils vanish too. One time, he went right up to her and snatched the jacket tied around her waist before retreating back to his den again. He’s slowly gathering his confidence.
One day he might get enough confidence to just steal her.
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ohnowthatsfowl · 1 month
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Shen doing the feather shaking thing when Mwamei starts to confess (he litteraly had to go outside for confidence istg hes such a loser sometimes)
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godsprettiestprincess · 6 months
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Grautie amara babysitting for jack… she has exactly 0 maternal instincts but there’s weird little candies in her coat pockets and she tips like crazy so everyone at their local mcdonalds loves her
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cantankerouscatfish · 1 month
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years ago, my coworker J and I took my neighbor's kids to the zoo. they were like 15-17-ish. we got stuck in traffic, so I pulled out the paper road map and told them street names to try and find. stopped them from brawling in the backseat.
so anyway. the one kid is just. he's a big guy. was already like 6' tall and built like a tank bc he played tackle football for funsies. me and J are 5'4 and just kinda here, man. he offered to wear the snacks backpack around the zoo and could barely get it on one arm before J loosened the straps all the way. and even then, it was kinda snug on the poor kid.
and THEN. at one point. he and I were our own little group. and then I lost him. how do you loose a 6' tall high schooler in a brightly-colored backpack?? and I'd just bleached my hair, so I was a bright beacon in this sea of people! how did he loose me?? well. we were in fact standing right next to each other, but I did not look up and he did not look down. completely serious. we were next to each other the whole time. 🤦‍♂️
it was a fun adventure though. the kids had fun, it got me and J out of the house, there's animals. :D
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leviiackrman · 8 months
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Good deed of the day: I saved a hedgehog in my garden!!
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tj-crochets · 8 months
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My sister has a foldable transport chair that she pushes like a walker until she needs to sit down, and then we push her the rest of the way, that might be an option too. I wanted to mention, though, that her wheelchairs do best on packed dirt or pavement, and are much more difficult to push in gravel (the wheels get stuck easily and my sister has to hold on or go flying). Unfortunately a lot of paths labeled ADA accessible have this gravel, so that's something to watch out for.
Thanks! I'm a little concerned if I just go with a transport chair that if I lean too heavily on the handles it'll tip over if there isn't someone sitting in it? I'm not sure if that's actually a thing that would happen or not, but sometimes by the end of grocery shopping I am leaning heavily on the shopping cart That is very good to know! Gravel is also terrible for my dad's knee issues, so we try to avoid it, but it's definitely good to know gravel would be like doubly bad
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eliotquillon · 1 year
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just realised that all of the zoo’s lieutenants have fathers that are either absent or dead and i can’t stop laughing at the idea that one of the requirements to serve camden somehow involves not having a dad
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puppyeared · 2 years
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Mr Craig’s cookies if I ever meet you in my lifetime I’d like to shake your hand
#THESE COOKIES QRE SO FUCKING GOOD? OH MY GOD?? I HAVENT EVEN TRIED THEM ALL UET?#I went downtown with my cousin walking around da city!! I had a lot of fun!!!#The Craig’s cookies guy was really sweet something about being called my dears awakened something in me. Like when the hot topic cashier#Calls me sweetheart of smth. OH YEAH I made friends with one of the hot topic ppl because she helped me apply and we saw each other again#Now that I’m working at spirit Halloween and she was like you’re adorable can I give u a hug and I’m like YEAAA BRING IT IN it was so sweet#ALSO ALSO I GOT!! MY FIRST BINDER!!! IT FEELS AMAZING I CANT DESCRIBE IT. ZOO WEE MAMA#NOW I CAN WEAR MY SHIRTS WITHOUT MAKING TJEM LOOSE AROUND THE FRONT TO HIDE MY CHEST ALL THE TIME WOO#also apparently AGO is free admission for ppl 25 and under real??? I need to remember that next time I want to see the 5th floor#SERIOUSLU THESE COOKIES ARE SO FUCKING GOOD#feels nice going out. I also had ramen for the first time and struggled so I gave up and ate the broccoli with my hands#but the actual soup was good!! I was kind of expecting the narutomaki cause I wanted to see what it tastes like#OO and salmon nigiri is yummy too I thought itd be spicy for some reason but it’s actually ballin. I wonder if they have tuna nigiri does#That exist? I wonder what would happen if I put butter on it or something#Also learned about the cardinal directions and I think I get it but it’s gonna take awhile for it to sink in my fat head lmao. But it’s#Definitely something I can practice when I’m going out to places!! Maybe it’ll stop me from spinning in place using my phones compass#Yapping
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verahella · 2 months
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your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”
“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”
“no, actually he’s godzilla.”
“what’s a godzilla?”
“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”
she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.
“why? did daddy do something?”
she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”
“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.
“godzilla.” your daughter replies.
he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’
“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.
“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.
“we need to talk, daddy.”
“talk then.”
sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”
“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.
“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”
“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”
“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.
“pervert.”
he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.
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the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”
your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”
sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”
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welshaphrodite · 1 year
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I think the saddest character in the Hunger Games franchise is Mags Flanagan. She is as almost as old as the Games themselves. She won the 11th Hunger Games. Then, for the entirety of her life, for over 60 years, she was forced to relieve that same trauma year after year, trying to train kids, save kids, just like herself. Over time Mags watched the Games get more brutal, more “entertaining”. She watched her community sacrifice two children over and over again. There is nothing Mags can do but bare it. She desensitizes herself. She reaches her 80s. She is old and almost free of the pain; the trauma has formed a callous. But Mags will continue to work until she dies. This is all she has ever known. 
Then, the 75th Quarter Quell is announced and Mags is back on the stage for the first time in 60 years. A reaping outfit. Her name in a glass bowl. The tension, the dread, the silence before the reading of the name -- Annie Cresta. But to Mags, it never mattered the name that was picked. She knew her hand was going up. And for the first time since she was a child, she is back in the Games. 
During her the 11th Hunger Games, Mags was caged in the zoo with the other tributes. This time, she is presented with a gorgeous suite, the best food the Capitol has to offer, and the finest clothes. The 11th Hunger Games were televised on a blurry screen; now, all of Panem is going to watch her every move. Mags knows she isn’t going to win. But, as she spends the last weeks of her life walking in the shoes of every child she couldn’t save, as the trauma of her own Games is as alive and present as it has ever been, she knows that, for the first time in her long life, she was able to truly save at least one person from this fate. 
Hope is a funny thing. Mags picked apart the Capitol’s logic and the heart of the Games long ago. She knows why they allow one victor, and how every tribute goes into the arena hoping its them. She knows this is unrealistic; all of Panem knows that only one will come out alive. But even as she rises into the ticking clock of the arena, that stubborn feeling flutters in her chest. Maybe she will get out of there with the rest of the rebels. But if not --
Mags looks to Johanna. To Katniss and Peeta. To Finnick. Her hope for them is stronger, steadier, than the hope for her own self-preservation. She looks into the cornucopia of weapons, the familiar ring of twenty-four tributes, and allows herself to dream that maybe, maybe, this is it. This will be the last one. 
For the first time in over half a century, Mags won’t be watching the Games from the comfort and safety of a faraway room. This time, she has the chance to help directly. To be able to protect others with more than just a parachute full of supplies. To have the ability to save another life. To save multiple lives. To save all the future children of Panem. 
The gong sounds.
Mags smiles. 
She dives into the water. 
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vivwritesfics · 4 months
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(She's) Off The Track
Y/N is pregnant, not allowed to race, and she's pissed about it
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When the video went up on everybody's social media, the fans panicked. It was similar, eerily so, to Sebastian Vettel's retirement announcement.
But she couldn't be retiring, could she? She was only in her mid twenties and hungry for a win. There was no way she was retiring already.
She sat there in the video, a white wall behind her, and stared. For a full two and a half seconds she said nothing, but it felt so much longer. Anxious fans waited chewing on their nails as they waited to see what was going on.
To Y/N, the person in the video, it felt like she was doing one of those youtuber apology videos. Well, this was a severe and continuous lapse in her judgement, but it had ended in something wonderful.
"It's with regret that I sit here before you all to tell you that I will not be partaking in the rest of the Formula One season," she said and breathed out, like a massive weight had been lifted from her chest. "In my place Liam Lawson will be driving in the second seat of the AlphaTauri."
"We thank you all for your continuous support and look forward to seeing all of you when I return to the grid next year."
She never said why, never let the fans know why she was going to be absent from the track. The fans still saw her everywhere, though. In the paddock, cheering on her replacement, or in the background of her boyfriends streams.
"This is your fault," she said as she sat on the beanbag behind Lando, placing malteasers into her mouth. "If it weren't for you, I would still be racing."
Although she sat it, it wasn't serious. It wasn't his fault at all. Actually, she didn't want to blame this on anybody; it was a welcomed surprise.
It had been a good sixteen weeks since she last sat in a Formula One car. There one race that Y/N wasn't at, leaving all the fans speculating where she could be. And then there was a two week gap between the races.
The next race she attended, something was clearly different. Lando held her hand, staying close to her while Martin Brundle interviewed her. He walked her to the AlphaTauri garage, something he didn't normally do, and didn't leave until she was being safely escorted by Daniel Ricciardo.
But the most noticeable difference was the baby bump was she sporting.
SHE'S PREGNANT!! said everybody online. It was maybe the best kept secret of the paddock.
Even though the secret was out, Y/N and Lando still didn't address it. If any interviewer tried to ask about the pregnancy, Lando would walk her away or place himself between her and the interviewer, protective fiancé mode engaged.
When the last grand prix she was allowed to attend before she had to stop flying rolled around, Y/N spent more time than usual in front of the car that should have been hers. Her hand rested on her stomach as she looked at the number 40 car. It should have been number 69, her driver number.
"Next year," she said through a sigh as Liam approached. He offered her a smile, the kind that said he sympathised with her.
Towards the end of the season she had to stop attending. There were only two races left and Lando was predicted to be on the podium for all of them.
And he was on the podium. She was forced to watch it from their television at home. She celebrated with a glass of water and a nap.
Y/N went into labour at the start of winter break. It was lucky, actually, that Lando was home and able to rush her to the hospital. He held her hand through it all and, soon, their baby boy was crying in his arms.
Ten months went by. Y/N and Lando spent the entirety of the winter break as a family, caring for their son, introducing him to the family (the grid family and their actual families) and celebrating firsts with him. When they brought him home, when he first slept in his crib, his first trip in the car, first trip in the zoo, taking him around the marina.
Lando took pictures of it all. His jpg account was full of these pictures, as long as they didn't show their sons face.
His first introduction to the Formula one world came when he was just ten months old, at the Brazilian Grand Prix. Before Y/N and Lando left their hotel, it had been a big debate over whether he was going to be wearing a McLaren onesie or an AlphaTauri onesie (Lando had won and they walked him around in a bright orange onesie).
The grid loved meeting Emmet "Chuck" Norris (Daniel thought he was really funny with that one). Emmets favourite people were Danny and Max, who had worked together to teach him to respond to his name of Chuck.
He sat in his parents cars and that was when Y/N and Lando knew, he was going to be a racer.
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alexthetrashyracoon · 1 month
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To be honest, at first you weren’t one hundred percent sure if Simon would be the right man for you, Simon was the complete opposite from you, he was organized and had a strict routine which he had from his background in the military. You were constantly improvising and try to get shit done.
But the moment you accidentally stumbled into the living room, seeing your seven year old daughter Cara, sitting in his lap and painting his nails in bright pink nail polish.
“Mhm…” you hear her mumbled, scratching her hair as she finishes to paint his thumb, half his nail is still naked, some of his fingertip is actually drenched in color, but she does it with passion. “Nope! Unicorn Pink isn’t yours!”
“I told you, little princess,” Simon chuckles and holds his hand up to look at the painted nails in the sunlight that streams inside. “I would say… let us try Dolphin Blue, yeah?” He grins as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes.
You feel like you were in heaven as you watched the scene unfold
Your daughter agrees and slips out of his lap, running past you without paying attention and almost falling due to the stone floor being slippery and she wearing fuzzy socks. But she can catch herself and hurry into her room.
“How was work?” Simon asks and stands up from the couch he’s sitting on, careful to not make a mess with his nails and the open bottle of nail polish, Simon puts the lid back on it to keep it from drying out too quickly.
“We had a very fun day.” Simon smiles at you, taking the worry from your shoulders. At first you weren’t sure if this would work out, Simon alone with Cara, it would be the first time without you being there. But it seemed it worked out in the end.
“We went to the Zoo, she is now obsessed with otters. We grabbed McDonalds on the way home, she had her nap. So… you can sit back and relax.” He grabs your face in his big hand, rubbing his pink painted thumb over you lip before leaning down to greet you in his own way, catching your lips in an open kiss, breathing new life into your tired body after your stressful work day.
“Is it too early to ask for you to marry me?” You giggle lovingly and wrap your arms around his midriff and burry your face in his chest. Simon huffs out a laugh and pats your head. “I’ll ask you in three months but you have to act surprised then.” He grinned and you cannot not laugh at his proposal.
“Got it!” You daughter announces when she returns and grins up to you two. “Have you seen Daddy’s new nails? They will look much better in Blue!” She grins and walks back to the couch.
Simon is silent for a moment and you think that he will leave now that your daughter called him Daddy. But he surprises you. “See, I have to marry you now, she loves me. Can’t break her little heart now, can I? Also, her other parent is kinda hot.” He whispers in your ear before following Cara onto the couch to let her continue her manicure on his rough but gentle hands.
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Very, very fresh bison calf.
Months and months ago I promised y'all photos of the bison birth I was lucky enough to observe at the Cleveland Zoo last spring. As requested, they'll be under a cut, because unlike this lovely photo from the zoo announcement post, my photos are... goopy.
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His name is Tighee, a name which the zoo said is "the name of a Shoshone chief."
We walked up just as things started to get going, and the story is below the cut...
This is Blue, a female bison who arrived at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo in fall of 2022 already pregnant. When we got to the habitat, there were a ton of people gathered around, and it wasn't quite clear what was going on.
Then we noticed her full udder and the extra pair of feet.
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She was dead-center in the (pretty large) habitat, which was nice - though there was a crowd, she had some good distance from everyone for most of it. The calf came pretty quickly, all things considered (something especially helpful when you're holding a heavy camera up on full manual zoom without a tripod). Because she was at a distance, my friend and I spent a bunch of time showing people near us photos on my camera screen so they could get a good view.
I was honestly really surprised at the number of people who asked why the zoo staff weren't in there with her, helping her give birth. So we explained to folk that zoo staff don't normally go in with bison on a normal day because they're so big and dangerous, and that during a birth (a time of potential stress for the whole herd, the rest of whom were off to the side of that habitat) it would be especially risky to do so. But you could see people in the zoo's uniform colors clustered around the fence, keeping a close eye on her.
And then there was a calf! For folk who haven't seen what a whole amniotic sac looks like, I'm including the next couple photos.
This one is still mid-birth, as you can see. The hooves come out first, with the calf's head laying parallel to them.
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Blue immediately moves to break the amniotic sac and clear the calf's airways of mucus. Om nom nom.
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We have open eyes and an awake baby! The amniotic sac is full of fluid that helps protect the baby while it's in the uterus, which means once it's broken, the baby is goopy. One of mom's first jobs is to lick all of it away to dry the calf off.
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A first attempt at using legs!
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Nope, being born was too hard and legs don't work yet. Time to rest and recover from the effort of thinking about standing up.
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The first inquisitive member of the herd, another young female, comes to check out the newest addition.
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More attempts at legs! Getting better but still not coordinated enough yet.
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They're starting to help the baby stand up. In a non-captive setting it would be important for him to be able to walk pretty quickly after being born, and he has to stand up to be able to nurse!
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Everyone comes to check him out, now.
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We have legs! They work! He hadn't quite figured out where to nurse from yet, though.
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And that's your bison birth for the day!
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leviathanspain · 4 months
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hii 💌 can I request some angst with president!coryo & victor!reader, same plot line as tbosas basically, he was once her mentor & now she’s his first lady
except the quarter quell with former victors happens earlier & he deliberately leaves her name out but she ends up volunteering instead
his first lady
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coriolanus snow x victor!reader
synopsis: after years of hiding from the public, ashamed of your past and your husband, you discover the only way to end this, is with you.
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he had lost his mind.
in the five years since your games, you had married the man who had given dr. gaul the ideas and tools to continue with the annual hunger games. he had also been the man to mentor you, showing you to an audience to get them to love you, simultaneously he fell in love with you.
he was powerful, you knew you couldn’t reject his advances, not while you were stuck behind the bars of the capital zoo. so you held his hand, listened to everything he said, winning as he promised you would.
only then did you hope that his attention on you would end, and you would be free to return home to your district, to put this part of your life behind…
except it haunted you, every day, every waking moment.
you never returned home, you never saw your parents again after being reaped, he became president, and you became his wife; his first lady.
and now, president snow stood on that stage, smile blazing as he announced that the fifteenth annual hunger games would reap its tributes, from the existing pool of victors.
he had truly lost his mind.
you gripped tigris’ arm as you watched coryo on the screen. he had just announced the changes, and you were left shocked.
tigris gulped, “i doubt he would leave your name in there.” she comforted you, “he would never do that-“ she paused, and you knew it was hesitation.
you stared at the screen, watching as the symbol of panem graced the screen, and you knew he would be home soon.
you shook your head, still in disbelief. you didn’t know what to think, coriolanus’ morality scale had gotten worse as the years went by and more power came, you were unsure what he would do to anyone, let alone you.
he loved you, more than you loved him. you never forgave him for what he did to sejanus, and coriolanus knew that, but he had made it known that as long as you were alive, he would never divorce you. his little loose end.
this could be the means to an end. if coriolanus was as smart as he was told, he would leave your name in, hope for the possibility to send you to your death, tying his loose end completely.
tigris stared as you grabbed the tv clicker, clicking the buttons to turn off the awful song that blasted with the logo. it wasn’t working, tigris tried to help you with it but your frustration over the games led you to slam the clicker into the tv screen, promptly breaking the screen.
coriolanus came home to a dark house. all the lights had been shut off, and he could still smell tigris’ perfume, lingering in the living room.
he set his bag down, taking off his coat and laying it down on the couch. he could see light emanating from the bedroom, and he could hear your soft singing.
coryo smiled, slowly walking down the hall, pushing the half cracked door open, seeing you on the bed. your nightshirt hung off your shoulder slightly, and your hair was loose. you looked beautiful, in the dim candlelight.
“my lady.” he greeted softly, bed dipping as he sat on his side. you turned, closing the novel you had been reading. you smiled softly, “coriolanus.” he frowned slightly, going in to give you a kiss, but you turned around to put your book away, effectively dodging his kiss.
“you’re upset.” he knew it immediately, you never called him coriolanus, not unless you were mad at him. usually he was called coriolanus every hunger games, as long as each games lasted. he had known eventually it would start up again, but this was far too early.
you didn’t say anything, opting to shrug as you stood up, pulling the sheets up.
coriolanus watched you get into the bed, snuggling into the snow white sheets, trying to avoid the conversation all together.
coryo stood up, removing his shoes and tie, “you saw the announcement.” he deduced, having put it together from the faint scent of his cousin’s perfume. “i didn’t want you to see it, i wanted to tell you myself-“ he kept undressing, and you sat up abruptly, “you had all morning to tell me what you had planned, but you let me go on about my day, let me think of you fondly and for you to announce that?!” you couldn’t help the tone of voice that you took with him, sometimes he was just irrational that not even you could get through to him.
he laughed softly, “so you wouldn’t have thought of me fondly if i had told you before the rest of the country?” he pulled the sheets on his side of the bed up, pulling them up to his chest as he turned to face you.
your back was resting against the pillows, arms crossed as you continued, “why would you do that, coryo?” your voice cracked, and his expression softened. one of his only weaknesses’ was you crying, whether it was someone else’s fault or his, it was a wretched weakness. “the victors are victors for a reason, why do we have to fight for our lives, all over again? hmm, haven’t we done enough?” you felt tears on your cheek, and you sniffled slightly.
coriolanus shook his head, “y/n, i took your name out.” he grabbed your thigh, “you won’t even have the chance of being reaped. you’ll just stand pretty on stage and watch the others get reaped.”
the others.
“you mean the children that i mentored to fight to the death and win?” you couldn’t see him through the puddles of tears in your eyes. you could only keep crying.
coriolanus stared, watching you sniffle and dab your tears away. he didn’t know what to say. this was his country, but you were his wife.
“just stand there y/n, they’ll be room for tears later.” he spat, and you stared at him in disbelief. coriolanus had become cruel, shrewd in his ways. this was a perfect example of one of the many ways he had changed.
you hauled yourself out of the bed, staring at coriolanus as you stomped out of the room. you had plenty of extra rooms in the house, and decided to go into one, leaving coriolanus to sleep in the bed by himself. he called after you, but you ignored him as you locked the door behind you.
you hadn’t seen so many people gathered in a long time. they stood in rows, long rows that seem to never end from where you stood. you stood next to the other tributes from your district, younger than you, eyes full of pain and sorrow.
the bowls containing their names were placed in front, one for the girls, and another for the boys. you knew your name wasn’t in there, coryo had said, ‘nothings changed’.
you listened carefully as the female victor was announced. valora grove, the young girl who you had just mentored this last hunger games. you watched as she hesitated to step up, face stricken with fear, this was happening to her all over again.
“i volunteer!” you panted, stepping up as you held a hand out, blocking valora from walking any further, “i volunteer as tribute.” you repeated, chest falling heavily as you stared out into the crowd, their faces displaying plain shock.
president snow’s wife, the first lady, the tenth annual hunger games victor, had just volunteered.
coriolanus must’ve just heard the news, because as you stood forward, accepting of what was to come, you were promptly escorted from the stage by peacekeepers, thrown into a car and driven straight back to the capitol.
coriolanus was furious, you knew. you knew your husband better than anyone in the world, better than his own family. he knew you well too, but you knew this was something he hadn’t anticipated, a small crack in his plans.
“you better hope i die.” was the first thing you said to him as the car doors open, coriolanus angrily gripping onto the handle. he stood there, fuming, “why y/n? why would you do that, you know that i can’t-“
“what? stop the games? of course not, that would make you look bad, coriolanus. but that’s exactly why i did it. you have no choice.” one thing that coriolanus had forgotten about you, was that you were smart, and usually, always one step ahead of him.
“i’m still a loose end, president snow.” you reminded him, stuck staring at his piercing blue eyes as his expression warped.
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⌗ 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘴 ( ♡ )
— 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪, 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘠𝘶𝘵𝘢, 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条 悟 ─ 𓇼
Satoru would be a doting father, despite his playful and carefree nature.
He'd have a pair of mischievous twins, a boy and a girl named Haruki and Hana.
He adores spending time with them, often playing games and teaching them about Jujutsu.
He affectionately calls them "Little Stars" because they light up his world.
When Gojo is with his twins, he feels an overwhelming sense of joy and responsibility.
He treats them with boundless energy, always ready to play and have fun.
He takes them on walks, showing them constellations and teaching them about the stars.
His heart swells with pride as he watches them learn about Jujutsu, knowing that they'll grow to be strong and kind-hearted individuals.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Satoru sat with his twins, Haruki and Hana, atop a hill, pointing out constellations. "That's Orion," he said, his eyes sparkling. "He's like a superhero up there, just like you two." The twins giggled, their eyes wide with wonder. As they huddled together, the night seemed to shimmer with endless possibilities.
𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒 恵 ─ 𔒌
As a father, Megumi would be devoted and protective of his baby girl named Ayumi.
He'd spend time teaching her about animals and would often take her to the zoo.
He calls her "Little Bird" because she's always so curious about the world around her.
Megumi approaches fatherhood with a quiet determination.
He takes his daughter, on walks, introducing her to the wonders of the world.
When they're together, Megumi feels a deep sense of connection and purpose, watching his daughter's eyes light up with curiosity and wonder.
Megumi and his daughter, Ayumi, wandered through a sun-dappled forest, the sound of birdsong surrounding them. "Look, Ayumi," Megumi said, pointing to a butterfly resting on a flower. "It's important to appreciate the beauty in all living things." As Ayumi reached out to the delicate creature, Megumi realized that his own heart had opened to a world of newfound wonder.
𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖 悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩
Itadori would be an energetic and loving father to a baby girl named Sakura.
He'd playfully chase her around the house, calling her "Little Sunshine" because she brings so much joy to his life.
He'd also make sure to introduce her to all his friends from the Jujutsu world.
Itadori is a whirlwind of energy when he spends time with his daughter.
He's always ready to play and laugh with her, cherishing every moment.
He feels an overwhelming sense of love and responsibility, knowing that he's shaping the life of this little bundle of joy.
Itadori chased after his daughter, Sakura, through the park, their laughter echoing through the air. "You're getting faster, Little Sunshine!" he called, his smile wide. As Sakura tumbled into his arms, Itadori's heart swelled with a love so fierce, he knew he'd do anything to protect her infectious joy.
𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸
Surprisingly, Sukuna as a father would be incredibly protective.
He would have a baby girl named Aiko.
Despite his rough exterior, he's unexpectedly tender with her, showering her with gifts and calling her "Princess" in private.
Sukuna softens when he's with his daughter.
He feels a protectiveness that surprises even him.
He showers her with affection, taking her on little trips to explore nature, and teaching her about the beauty of the world.
When they're together, he's filled with a sense of purpose and an unexpected tenderness.
In the quiet of a forest glade, Sukuna knelt beside his daughter, Aiko, showing her the delicate petals of a rare flower. "This is a symbol of strength, just like you," he murmured. Aiko's small hand reached out to touch the petals, her eyes alight with curiosity. In that moment, Sukuna realized that his own heart was entwined with the fragile beauty of fatherhood.
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海 建人 ─ ☘︎
Nanami would be a calm and thoughtful father to a baby boy named Ren.
He'd carefully plan outings, taking his son to serene places to teach him about balance and peace.
He calls him "Angel" and enjoys quiet moments reading stories to him.
Nanami approaches fatherhood with thoughtful consideration. He takes his son, Ren, on serene outings, often to quiet places like gardens and parks.
When they're together, Nanami feels a profound sense of peace, relishing in the simple joy of spending time with his son and imparting upon him wisdom about the world.
Nanami and his son, Ren, sat by a tranquil pond, watching the ripples dance across the water. "Life is like these ripples, Ren," Nanami said softly. "It's about finding balance." As Ren leaned against his father, Nanami realized that, in teaching his son, he was also learning the delicate art of being a father.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油 傑 ─ 𓆉
Geto would be a nurturing father to a baby boy named Daichi.
He'd teach him about the world, instilling a love for nature and traditional values.
He calls him "Champ" and spends time taking him on walks, teaching him about plants and animals.
As a father, Geto is patient and nurturing.
He spends countless hours with his son, teaching him about the environment and the importance of respecting all living things.
When they're together, Geto is filled with a deep sense of contentment, knowing that he's guiding his son to be caring and compassionate.
Geto and his son, Daichi, knelt in the garden, tending to the soil. "Watch carefully, Daichi," Geto said, his voice soft. "Everything in nature has a story to tell." Daichi nodded, his eyes wide with fascination. In that tranquil moment, amidst the rustling leaves, father and son found a connection that would grow as strong as the roots they tended.
𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨 憂太 ─ ✉
Yuta would be a gentle and nurturing father to a baby boy named Takashi.
He'd be very attentive to his son's needs and would often take him on walks, teaching him about the importance of kindness.
He calls him "Little world" because he sees so much potential in him.
Yuta is incredibly attentive to his son.
He takes the time to listen to his son's thoughts and emotions, fostering a deep sense of trust between them.
When they're together, Yuta feels a profound sense of gratitude, knowing that he has the opportunity to guide and nurture his son's kind and gentle spirit.
Yuta and his son, Takashi, sat on a hillside, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of gold and pink. "You're my little world, Takashi," Yuta said, his voice filled with tenderness. As Takashi leaned against his father, Yuta felt a warmth spread through his chest, realizing that the bond between them was as unyielding as the evening sky.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 | 狗巻 棘 ─ ♬
Inumaki would be a caring and attentive dad to a baby girl named Emi.
Despite his communication limitations, he'd express his love through cooking her favorite meals, and he'd call her "Sweetheart" using his limited but affectionate phrases.
He shows his affection through small gestures and gentle smiles.
When they're together, Inumaki feels a deep sense of warmth, knowing that he can express his love in his own unique way.
Inumaki cooked a special meal for his daughter, Emi, filling the kitchen with the aroma of her favorite dishes. As Emi's eyes lit up with delight, Inumaki's heart swelled with a quiet warmth. In that simple act of cooking, he found a way to express his love, one that transcended the need for spoken words.
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WHAT IF... Tom and reader being sweet during behind the scene like you can see them hugging and just spreading love around the set lovebirds
Lovebirds || Tom Blyth x Actress!reader
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A/n: thank you for this request anon :)
Warnings: swearing (literally once lol)
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actress!reader au masterlist
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“I’ve always done what’s best for you, you have to understand that!” His grip on your wrist was painful as you wince. “You’re hurting me Coryo,” You struggle as a single tear drops from your eyes. Coriolanus smiles in satisfaction, wiping away the tear with the pad of his thumb.
“Now get fucking dressed,” He throws your clothes as you as you flinch and scramble. “Hurry up!” Coriolanus yells as your hands frantically pull your clothes onto your half naked body. “AND CUT!” The director calls out.
Tom immediately grabs a robe and rushes over to you on the bed, covering your slightly naked body as you thank him. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” He asks, worried that his grip on you was too harsh.
“No, of course not. And I’m okay,” You chuckle, your hand on the side of his face as he looks relieved. His arms latch around your waist as he picks you up bridal style. “Tom!” You let out a hearty laugh as he carries you out of set and into your shared trailer.
You two chose to ate lunch in the comfort of each other’s arms as you talk about everything and anything. Soon enough, hair and makeup stylists come knocking in as they get you two ready for the next scene.
Your makeup and hair took the longest but Tom entertained you the entire time, sometimes even making you cry out in laughter which probably annoyed the makeup artist who was doing your eye makeup.
Eventually you two were done and you still had an hour spare. You crawled onto Tom’s lap as his arms securely wrapped around themselves around you, your face in the crook of his neck. Exhaustion from the couple of days of filming caught up to you as you fall into slumber in Tom’s arms.
Tom’s assistant chuckles and snaps a few pictures of you fast asleep in his arms as he poses. Then, a knock came from the door and in walked Josh and Rachel. “Hey-“ Rachel pauses when seeing you asleep. A filming camera in her hand pointed at the two of you.
Tom raises an eyebrow at her, wondering what she was doing with the camera. “I’m filming a tour of the set,” Rachel giggles as she comes closer to the two. “And here we have the two lovebirds of the set, y/n fast asleep in her lovers arms.” Rachel whispers, directing the camera to your curled up body Tom’s lap.
You had no idea that Rachel had recorded you while you were dozed off until you found out at one of the interviews in London. “Who in the cast was most sleepiest?” The interviewer asks. You think about it, making your decision as you settle on writing Rachel’s name.
“In 3, 2, 1.” You all flipped your boards as your mouth drops open. “Me?” You gasp as Tom, Rachel, Hunter, and Josh all wrote your name. They all burst out laughing as you look at them disbelief. “We actually have proof,” Rachel says with a snicker as you raise an eyebrow at her. “Proof? Are we able to see it?” The interviewer chuckles as you look at Rachel.
“Yeah, Rachel I’d really like to see this proof” You cross a leg over your knee as they start playing a video that you weren’t familiar with. Your eyes widen as the camera comes up to you and Tom, you were fast asleep in his lap. Photos were also shown of Tom posing and you asleep.
Everyone starts laughing as you cover your mouth, refraining yourself from laughing aswell. “Y/n also sleeps a lot while getting her hair and makeup done, honestly she sleeps everywhere and anywhere!” Tom chuckles, rubbing your thigh as you look at him with a smile on your face.
“Yeah I can sleep anywhere honestly, I remember this one time we were in the zoo cage and I literally dozed off on one of the rocks.” You reminisce, “You actually slept on one of the rocks?” Hunter says in disbelief as she places her hand on your shoulder. “Yup. I did.” You nod your head with a wide grin as the others laugh.
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“Tom, Y/n, what was the most least glamorous day on set?” The two of you were asked as you look to Tom, thinking about an answer. “We had a few. We had a few gnarly days,” “Yeah, there were a few rainy days-“ “Y/n drowned me,” Tom interrupts, looking at you as you break into laughter. “I did.”
“You drowned me one day,” He continues as you throw your head back in laughter, “I was clinging to Tom for dear life in that lake,” You chuckle. “Oh right, there’s a bit where your properly on Tom’s shoulders!” The interviewer points out. “Yeah and they made it look romantic in the movie,”
“In reality, I was choking for my life cause Y/n isn’t the strongest swimmer in the relationship,” You lean your head against his shoulder in embarrassment as you laugh. “No- I can swim, only if somebody is chasing me,” You sheepishly say as Tom throws his arm around your shoulder, laughing as you could feel your whole body vibrate from his laughter.
“Oh and it was absolutely freezing in that water!” You shake your head as Tom agrees. “There’s actually footage of me wrapped in like three blankets after getting out, Tom included as a blanket” You remember as your mind goes back to that day where you were shooting at the lake.
“I’m so cold,” You squeak as you quickly walk out of the lake, Tom behind you ready to wrap you his arms around your frame “C’mere”. The filming team give you two blankets as you wrap it around your frame, your wet hair sticking to your forehead.
Tom’s body added to the warmth as he rocked you side to side. “Tom, Y/n, smile!” Rachel says, holding her film camera as you pull an awkward face as Tom does the same. You both laugh at the face expressions you made finding it hilarious.
“What was the most memorable day that you remember while on set?” The interviewer asks as you ponder. “My most memorable day was probably the day we finished shooting. Not many people know this but I originally turned down this role because it was back to back with my other project that I was working on.”
“And you know I had just arrived back in London from filming it for about 8 months I think?” You look to Tom as he nods, “Yeah 8 months hardly being able to see family and friends. But when Tom got the role as Coriolanus he sort of convinced me to take this role on and I’m so glad I listened to him.” You grip his hands in yours.
“That last day on set was quite emotional for me in many ways. I was of course sad that filming with these incredible people were over and also I think just remembering that I’ve gone so so long without my family really hit hard that day.” Tom nods and smiles as he admires your side profile as you talk.
“And Tom was there on set with me and I was just so relieved seeing him after finishing that when I gave him a hug I started crying.” You conclude make eye contact with Tom. “Speaking about you and Tom, can you tell us how you two met?” A smile immediately made it your lips as Tom chuckles, scratching his neck.
“You can tell them this one,” You nudge him with a cheeky smile. “I met Y/n on the set of Billy the Kid late 2021 when we started filming. Y/n’s dad was the producer of the film and I was introduced to her by him and then yeah,” He says giddily as you smile.
You still remember that day like it was yesterday. “I came to set on the second week Tom started filming and let me tell you, he looked really good in his outfit. Like really good,” You shyly say as Tom and interviewer laugh.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me this,” Your boyfriend looks down at you with a slight smirk, “didn’t want you to think I was head over heels for you,” You wink playfully at him as he chuckles and kisses the back of your hand.
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