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v-a-l-e-n-jill-t-i-n-e · 2 years ago

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I wish Hisana was a more important character who and would be brought back, because Rukia has had little to no opinions on her since finding out she was her sister. Like never. Even some line alluding to her true feelings regarding Hisana would be kinda cool, but you could argue that maybe she feels a tad bit negative towards her but doesn’t want to confess it since she doesn’t wanna ruin her relationship with Byakuya, and I completely agree that Rukia probably does hold some anger towards her sister for abandoning her in a place that caused her significant trauma, then again she probably feels a bit grateful since she ended up meeting Renji, someone who later goes on to become her husband and father of her child. These conflicting emotions could be perfectly represented, but since Hisana was never a fighter nor a member of the gotei 13 the likely hood of her being detrimental to the story (unless there’s an arc based around Rukia’s family - which probably won’t happen since she doesn’t have any biological family other than Hisana and now ichika) is possibly zero.

Like there’s so many questions regarding Hisana, but we will probably never know since Kubo has kinda shown his disinterest in her story considering her story ended at being Byakuyas wife, and dying with him next to her, and having been a starving mother figure to her sister in the past to the point where she couldn’t take the suffering and was probably convinced Rukia would die regardless due to her poor care taking (and a plethora of other traumas and insecurities she got from Rukon). She got a somewhat “happy ending” since her physical suffering (excluding her illness) had stopped and she found love, but her guilt kept her stranded till her death. I just think it’s cruel irony a year after her death Rukia was found, and she was just out of the grasp.

Anyways thanks for listening to my little rant, if anyone has any good fan fic suggestions with an “alive Hisana” au then I’d love to know!! ❤️

#bleach #rukia kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki #hisana kuchiki #byakuya x hisana #renji abarai #ichika abarai #renruki #so much of Rukia’s past was hidden behind the scenes #wish we could have seen things from her perspective #also im very interested in her opinions on her sister #her anger and appreciation but also confusion would all be my predicted responses tbh #gia post #sorry for the rant I was just watching a video where it said the chance of her coming back is basically zero #and I just wanted to cry myself to sleep with the knowledge that we’ll never know anything about her personally #everything about her comes from Byakuya #like if we could even know her last name before she got married we could link that to rukia and get more lore lmao

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second-hand-literateur · 1 year ago

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Soooooooo after eight (almost nine!) years of being in the closet I came out to my mom, dad, and brother. It’s been a really rough year for everyone in my family and I legitimately believed I would never come out to my family but I’ve been breaking down these past couple of months and I just… had to be honest with them. So I sat on the couch sobbing and hugging a pillow as I said it! It honestly felt like an out of body experience.

They were OK with it (I knew they would be) and said they just wanted me to be happy (which they can clearly see I haven’t been. Girlie’s been breaking down literally every day from stress and depression). They said they will wait to tell the rest of the fam and will wait on my cue to kind of ease them into it… the rest of my family would… not be okay with it to say the least haha. But for now this is enough for me.

This summer I start a six month course of medication and I am terrified of the side effects but I KNOW that it will be worth it. I’m just… depressed? Here’s a fun fact! Only start therapy when you are emotionally ready and can devote a SERIOUS time commitment to facing your traumas!! I’ve been uncovering shit that probably shoulda STAYED COVERED til I had the time to deal with it. But nooooo let’s work on that while working, taking classes, and simultaneously living through one of the worst years of my life.

Death, breakups, and insecurity have plagued my mind this year and… it’s been really really hard. I think I want to start writing again??? I haven’t written fiction since.. Jesus probably middle school when I wrote a script for a stop motion animation about mangoes getting murdered in a spooky house… :P I hope my writings improved since then haha. Only one way to find out!

#therapy #depression #anxiety #insecurity #death #breakups #coming out #pride month #pansexual #lgbt #gia rants

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riggedtraps · 4 months ago

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INTERACT WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

or ill....sniff ur feet. [robin told me to say this im actually such a normal person 😔]

"All my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile."

Hi. My names Jordyn Leigh. I decided to get this app because honestly I was bored and it seemed pretty cool. Turns out there's like.. other people on here that've been in saw traps like I have. What are the odds of that, huh? I mean actually, considering how many people are on here, I suppose the odds aren't that low. Still, nice to know i'm not alone, I guess.

I'm 24 years old. I'm bisexual and I use they/them pronouns, if you have a problem with that, please leave. I don't really know how else to introduce myself, really. I'm autistic, and I have depression, if anyone cares about that shit. I can play guitar, and I basically spend all my spare time either playing or listening to music.

If you wanna ask me anything, go ahead. :)

((More about Jordyn's backstory and trap beneath!!))

BACKSTORY: When Jordyn was born, their parents soon divorced, and due to their father being a drug addict and a criminal, their mother got custody. She passed away soon after from cancer, leaving them alone with their step dad. He was a douche. He was emotionally unavailable, neglected Jordyn and their needs, and since they had no friends, they were so lonely. They never really interacted with people until they turned 14, when they joined a friend group. The group seemed okay at first, but Jordyn eventually ended up getting involved in drugs and alcohol under the groups influence and pressure, which caused them to spiral. They can come off as quite blunt, but that's because they aren't all that used to talking to people. They aren't all that bad when you really get to know them.

BEFORE THE TRAP (TW, SUICIDE): When Jordyn was 19, they tried to kill themself. Not noticing the lit candle in their room, they stumbled towards the bathroom, blade in hand. They faded in and out of consciousness, the growing warmth in the room despite the closed door the least of their concerns. The fire spread rapidly, the entire house in flames. Jordyn was unconscious in the bathroom, blood gushing from their wrists. Their step father was asleep, and when met with the burning flames, immediately got on the phone with the fire department. But it was too late. Only Jordyn survived. Some say it was a miracle, but Jordyn thought it was a curse. They somehow didn't feel guilt at their step fathers death. He was a bastard. They moved in with their friend until they were able to get a place of their own, but it meant dropping out of school to get a job.

THE TRAP: “Hello, Jordyn. You don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Though you may not yet know why you're here, I’m sure you remember what happened a few years ago. The night you tried to take your own life. You cared so little for your own existence, ready to throw it all away, and in the process, took the life of someone who cared for theirs. Today, you will learn to cherish the life you have. You'll notice that around your neck is a saw, and beside you is a blowtorch. You have three minutes to burn the skin from your exposed limbs, or else you will be decapitated. Will you finally learn to appreciate the life you have, or will you perish? Good luck.”

Jordyn finally opened their eyes, taking a moment to fully collect themself, before letting out a choked scream. They went to launch themself forward, however they luckily noticed the saw blade in front of their neck, and instead tried to lean backwards. Fear pulsed through their veins as the tape began to play, each word making them want to vomit. What the fuck!? As soon as the timer started, they looked down at their arms and legs, noticing that their clothes had been altered. Their jacket and shirt had been replaced by a tank top, their bare arms and chest now on display. They looked back at the timer, noticing that 30 seconds had already passed. Shit. Sure, they were suicidal, but this isn't how they wanted to go. They had no choice. Grabbing the blowtorch, they held it near their skin, a blood-curdling scream echoing through the room as the fire immediately burned their skin, blisters forming in its wake. They couldn't go back now. Eventually, with barely a few seconds to spare, the chains attached to their hands and feet fell to the floor, and the timer stopped. They'd done it- they'd survived. But barely.

((OOC- Hiya!! My names Robin, and since I've recently gotten into the saw fandom, I decided to make a saw OC, thanks to my best friend!! I'm super happy for people to send asks and stuff, and I can't wait to hopefully interact with people!!))

#꩜—gia rants

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rlqfpdl · 7 months ago

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Watched Palo Alto after YEARS, those Coppola genes I swear.

#ria rants #palo alto #gia coppola

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giamee · 5 months ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍!

... aka something super self indulgent because i'm going insane right now

༊*·˚ featuring ➻ the hsr men

༊*·˚ gia's notes ➻ this is probably gonna get posted way after exam season is over but here it is!!! my coping mechanism!!! i have 3 exams in 8 days im gonna explode bro. and before that i had a THREE HOUR STATISTICS EXAM 😀😀

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 MAKES SURE THAT YOU SLEEP COMFORTABLY.

you've been running yourself into the ground recently with revision- yes, it's important and you need to study to get good grades, as he is more than aware of due to your multiple stressed rants to him when he suggests that you take a break.

it doesn't bother him, not really. he knows that you're beyond stressed right now and don't mean to be so snappy. he just wants to make sure that you're still taking care of yourself despite everything.

he's in your dorm room, not really making much noise, scrolling through reals with his phone on mute, just present to keep an eye on you and get you to take a break whenever it's been a little too long since you've moved from your desk.

it's some time where it's debatable whether it's very late or very early- both of your sleep schedules are fucked- and there comes a little thunk from your desk that interrupts the otherwise silent room.

your boyfriend glances up, smiling in triumph as he sees that you've finally succumbed to the nap that he's been trying to convince you to take for the past... 36 hours? something like that.

and now that your body has finally given in to exhaustion, he springs to action.

you'd been studying for days, you'd done more than enough for your upcoming exam, and a solid few hours of uninterrupted sleep is exactly what you need right now.

he slips off of your bed, his movements quiet and calculated as he sidles up next to you. your glasses are smushed against your face, and he gingerly removes them as gracefully as he can. you stir a little as he does so, and he grimaces, waiting for you to settle again.

it looked like you would wake up if he carried you to your bed- looks like he'll have to improvise.

he snags the fuzzy blanket folded neatly at the foot of your bed, wrapping it around your sleeping form still sat at your desk as best as he can. he then takes one of your smaller pillows, coaxing it between you and the solid wood of your desk as best as he can before admiring his handiwork.

hopefully, you wouldn't wake up with a stiff neck.

and finally, as a cherry on top, he places a kiss to your squished cheek and sits back down to let you take a well-deserved nap.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ BLADE, gallagher, BOOTHILL ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 IS YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHILE YOU'RE STRESSING.

you don't have to lift a single finger when he's around. luckily for you, his exams finished a lot earlier this term than yours did, leaving him ample time to help you as much as he is capable of.

and what an attentive boyfriend he is! amidst all the stress, you can't help but swoon for him all over again because of how attentive he's being towards you. he just wants you to help you study and not worry about anything else!

if you're hungry, he'll have a plate of food ready for you before the request has even left your mouth. your back or neck is aching due to being hunched over? his strong hands are rubbing circles into the muscle, making you sigh contentedly as the stiffness melts away.

he's honestly like an angel in your time of need.

you feel guilty about how one-sided this all is, but he merely smiles, giving you a quick kiss and assuring you that he understands and just wants you to do well. you almost cried because of how sweet he was being.

once these exams are over, you're definitely going to make it up to him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ GEPARD, jing yuan, sunday ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ACTS AS YOUR TEMPORARY STUDY PARTNER.

despite not doing your degree, he's clever, and he knows enough without googling to help you out when you revise.

he's an advocate for the "teach someone about a subject until they understand it as well as you do" and luckily for you, he's all ears... and even if he does get some things a little quicker than your fried brain can explain, he still bites his tongue and plays a little dumb to probe you further with questions to test your understanding.

it'll help in the exam.

you've decided that this is way better than being cramped in a booth in the library- you have the freedom to wave your arms around and pace the room, to fully illustrate your thoughts and knowledge as he flips through the colourful flashcards that you made, reading the answers on the back of each of them, grilling you on the questions like a tiger mum.

he'll be damned if you don't get an A.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ dan heng, DR RATIO, welt ++ your faves!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DEFUSES YOU WHENEVER YOU'RE GETTING TOO STRESSED.

in the days leading up to your exams, it was best to describe your stomach as a pit of nerves. it was honestly distracting you from revising, all the pent up anxiety that churned within you until you were on the verge of a meltdown.

and while you may be too stressed to realise all of this and do something about it, your boyfriend's watchful eye realises this.

and so he does what he does best- he makes you feel better.

he pulls your body to rest against his where he lies in your bed, his large hand drawing comforting circles up and down your spine- and after a few minutes he can feel you melt into him, your body finally releasing the pent up stress that it's been holding for too long.

"it's ok to take a break, honey."

you sigh into him, and he hugs you tighter.

"c'mon, let's go outside for a few minutes. it'll help you feel a lot better."

you shake your head.

"you wanna just stay here for a bit?"

he feels you nod against his chest.

"ok, then let's do that."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SAMPO, luocha, AVENTURINE ++ your faves!

IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY ... do you want somebody like i want somebody?

the sweet and caring nature of the hsr men is also shown through them being your roommate <3

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riggedtraps · 4 months ago

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IT'S ALL BULLSHIT, IT'S ALL A LIE...

...AND I'M JUST A PAWN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES.

Hi, I'm Amanda. Or you can call me Mandy, I don't care. I'm 29. I guess I'm a woman, but I don't care about that either. She/her or they/them is fine, maybe even he/him if you want. Definition of the 'mean lesbian' stereotype.

I work for Jigsaw, so watch what you say around me. He helped me and maybe He can help you, too. DMs and asks from anyone is fine.

I should probably mention I have BPD. Petulant, impulsive and self destructive. So if I'm rude, it's probably me being a cunt, not you.

that intro better be in character or ill cry </3

anyway ooc introduction!!

i'm gia, i use they/them pronouns. im agender (and so is amanda, she just doesnt know it yet!). i also have bpd too, so yes, will be accurate to my experiences. im a minor so nothing too nsfw or gross.

literally anyone can interact! whether ur a rp blog or not, i will literally roleplay with anyone, even oc blogs (y'all are so cool). send me asks or dm me, whatever works. any ships too, i dont mind, though ofc mandys only romantically interested in women and nonbinary folks, but platonic ships with anyone works! :3C

i'm making this because im obsessed with saw rn its my special interest and i kin amanda so hard <3 first ever roleplay blog ive ran, so excuse any mistakes. gonna try keep amanda in character as much as possible, but may add a few headcanons in here and there. if she's ooc, please excuse that too. 🙏

of course, it's amanda so there's gonna be triggers for self harm, suicidal tendencies, mental health, and then general triggers for the saw franchise. will tag things such as self harm with 'tw self harm' or 'tw cutting' so block those if you don’t wanna see it.

also gonna reblog stuff i think amanda would like, so stuff like punk, goth, music stuff—but also blood, weapons, horror. not full gore but implications of it. will trigger tag them, so block those if you don't wanna see it.

gonna use ❪ ❫ for when out of character. e.g ❪hii!! :3❫

'꩜—mandy rants' : making in character posts

'꩜—gia rants' : ooc posts

'꩜—mandy answers' : tag to keep track of answering asks

'꩜—mandy rps' : for roleplay threads

'꩜—mandy writes' : short stories i imagine amanda wrote as a hobby/vent

my main blog: @messyscarletdreams

'♫—mandy's playlist' : songs i associate with amanda/think she'd like

each blog i interact with will have their own tag of their user for easier tracking

each character i interact with has a tag with amanda e.g '❪ john & amanda. ❫'

my saw oc blog: @poor-impulsecontrol

#saw rp #rp blog #sawtism #shawnee smith #saw roleplay #sawposting #amanda young #꩜—mandy rants #꩜—gia rants #꩜—mandy answers #꩜—mandy rps #꩜—mandy writes #♫—mandy's playlist

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riggedtraps · 4 months ago

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INTERACT WITH THEM PEOPLE!!!!!

or ill eat you...😈

'Just smile and wave.'

HIII, My name is Moxie or mox whatever you want to call me tots I got this blog page because well why wouldn't Im famous! Well was. I was a model for lots of things 😍😘 if you get what I mean. I am 19 years old nearly 20 I don't have any lebal on my sexuality I like what I like at the time. I'm a female she her all the way but whatever you are I don't care you could be a pig if you want still wouldn't care!

#livingthatlifeeee😜😜😜

Backstory and trap story below!

Backstory: Growing up moxie was in a broken home her father was just a drunk man all the time and her mother was the type to only care about herself and go gambling. She grew up just with herself and learnt how to take care of herself so took pride in her looks when she went to primary school so got praised for it and her mother did to so her mother put her into modeling as a child she loved it all eyes on her. In highschool she became a bully and selfish making fun of girls or boys or anyone who didn't look like her. She became a famous well known model on magazines.

Trap reasoning: duo to her bullying others and doing things that put her life at risk, she found herself among those who been trapped. She was a horrible girl growing up making others feel down about their looks but really she didn't appreciate her own looks she wanted to get plastic in her face. When she already had that natural beauty.

HER TRAP:

"hello moxie, I know you but you may not know me. But I want to play a game. You must be confused but soon you will not be. Remember all back in high-school. Those girls you bullied for their looks. While you where just feeling all those things. Every girl you bullied back then it affected them bad making them take away their natural beauty. You were willing to do dangerous surgery's to yourself to make fake beauty that could of cost you your life. You will cherish your life now. You will notice you tied to a board and you can't talk because of a wire that's in your mouth but you can see to your side. Many scarples are there. You must take them and at least make many new beautiful scars for yourself in every part of your body. If you do not the wire will move back in your mouth till your jaw is off. Will you finally appreciate your life or will you perish. Good luck you have 3 minutes."

Moxie eyes widened and dart around she could see the timer counting down she tried to move but all she could move was her arms she tried to get the wire off her but she couldn't she felt it slowly pulling back hurting her mouth she cries out in a panic and then slowly picks up the scalpel she first started with her thigh she cried out in pain making wounds to herself as the timer goes down she goes faster her arms her stomach chest and all but she didn't go for her face. Never. The timer was nearly out and she still wasn't free she cries out knowing the last part of her body was going to be her face. She shaken lifts her arms up to her face slowly cutting into it letting the blood spill like the rest of her wounds all over her body.

When the wires stopped pulling at her mouth and the things that tied her drops she falls to the floor coughing her hands going to her mouth feeling the sides of her mouth all cut up. She survived but at what cost.

This is an oc saw blog!!

#꩜—gia rants

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poor-impulsecontrol · 4 months ago

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THE TONGUE TWISTER . . .

AKA Ali Adams's trap . . .

BACKSTORY . . .

About a year ago, Ali and her friend were at a party and were extremely drunk. Instead of getting a ride with someone else, Ali decided to get in her friend's car and let her friend drive them home. As they were driving, they failed to notice a car and they hit it. This gave Ali and their friend mild injuries, but the person they crashed into died. Due to there being no witnesses, the incompetent police let Ali and her friend go.

THE TRAP . . .

“Hello, Alina. I want to play a game. I'm sure you and your friend are wondering why you're here. Last year, the two of you took a drunken joyride, knowing you were above the legal limit, and this resulted in a crash I'm sure you remember all too well. It resulted in the death of an innocent human life. Though it was your fault, you and your friend twisted the truth to the police and you walked away without any punishment; without any remorse. Today, you will show how truly sorry you are. Connected to your tongues are clamps. If you fail to complete the game within the five minute time frame, your tongues will be ripped out and you will be left to rot in this room forever. Beside you is a hammer. The two of you will need to take turns breaking your fingers, the very fingers you used to drive the car that lead to someone's untimely demise. Will you learn to admit the truth, or will your lies lead to your death? The choice is yours. Good luck.”

Alina and her friend woke up in a grimy room, sat in a chair with their hands duct-taped to the chair's arms. There was a clamp on both of their tongues, squeezing tightly. The television turned on, displaying Billy the Puppet, and he relayed the message above. Ali and her friend panicked, and decided to hit each other's fingers instead of their own because they were scared to hurt themselves. When two of Ali's fingers had been broken, the clamp on her tongue was loose enough for her to struggle out of it—but with a lot of blood involved, thankfully she kept her tongue. Ali helped her friend out of the clamp. By this point, Ali's friend was furious and petrified. Only two of Ali's fingers were broken whereas their friend's entire hand was damaged. They began to swing at Ali with the hammer, managing to hit her in the side, leg and head. This resulted in Ali going deaf in one ear. Eventually, Ali managed to fight back and ended up accidentally killing her friend with the hammer.

THE AFTERMATH . . .

Ali was in hospital for quite some time. The only people who visited her were her parents, the police and news reporters. Ali's fingers couldn’t be saved so she had to have them amputated. Due to the trauma of the trap, Ali developed depression and extreme anxiety. They are afraid to leave the house in case Jigsaw kidnapped her again—because she killed her friend in the trap—and Ali often spends her days in bed, numbing herself with alcohol. Ali began to self-harm because they felt they needed a punishment for what they had done (both with the trap and the car crash.) and Ali developed trust issues due to how her friend turned on her in the trap. Also, Ali developed a deep anger and resentment at the world. She tries to curb this with nicotine since it calms her. Some of Ali's trauma triggers are: hammers, cars, puppets/dolls, police officers, news reporters, mentions of Jigsaw & her trap.

#❪ hopefully this makes sense. ❫#saw #saw rp blog #saw rp #saw roleplay #roleplay #rp blog #GIA ✶ RANTS

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sturniolos-blog · 9 months ago

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Can you do a dad Matt story but when his daughter is like older (10-13)

In trouble - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - swearing, kissing, angst, arguing

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12:34pm

"Sure, i'll come pick her up as soon as possible." I put a fake happy tone on my voice as the principle of my 12 daughter Estrella's school tells me i need to come pick her up because she punched a girl in the face.

The principle hangs up the phone as i sigh, tapping my pen twice before grabbing my papers and stacking them on my computer, i worked in an office as a journalist, luckily i already have what i need for my new article im producing.

"Leaving already?" My best friend at the office, Cassidy, asks me.

I nod, "Estrella." I say.

Her eyes widen, "Again? She's been getting in trouble a lot lately, she doing okay?" Cassidy takes a sip of her coffee as she asks.

I shrug, "I honestly don't know. Matt's been working a lot lately, he’s barely home lately and every time he's home we argue, which is probably why she's been acting up. It's not like i have time to punish her with work. And she seems perfectly okay with me taking her phone away, she stays in her room." I rant, i let out a huff.

"Alright, i gotta go, bye Cass." I smile.

"Bye babe, let me know how it goes." She smiles back at me.

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12:48pm

I walk in the schools office, seeing Estrella looking down as she holds an ice pack on her right hand knuckles. I then walk in the principles office.

"Mrs. Sturniolo! Please, have a seat." Ms. Patterson, the principle offers.

I smile, "Hi, uh thanks.." I clear my throat as i take a seat.

Ms. Patterson flashes a smile at me, "So you know why you're here, we spoke on the phone, but i just wanted to give you a run down of what Estrella told me, if that's okay with you?" Ms. Patterson asks as she picks up a paper with notes on it.

I let out a breath and nod.

Ms. Patterson clears her throat, "Right, so when Estrella punched Gia, she said it was because she made fun of her for being stupid, which is obviously not okay, and should've never happened but at this school we do not respond in violence, and this has been the third offense in three weeks with something physical, i'm sorry to say but next time Estrella is looking at suspension or even expulsion." Ms. Patterson tells me.

I sigh and rub my forehead, "But this girl gia, she came at my daughters intellect, shouldn't that have been addressed?" I defend Ella.

Ms. Patterson nods, "Of course, and it was-"

"Was it? Does Gia also have a week of detention like my daughter or..." I trail off, waiting for the principle to speak.

Ms. Patterson lets out a dry cough but shakes her head. "Uh.. no, the insult was overruled once Estrella put her hands on Gia."

I nod, "Right, but if Estrella didn't start a fight, then the teachers would have never known about Gia insulting her, am i right?"

Ms. Patterson furrows her eyebrows, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sturniolo. I'm not following."

I shrug, "Would Gia have gotten in trouble in the first place for insulting my daughter if Estrella didn't react the way she did or would it have just been ruled off?"

"Uh- well i'm sure a teacher would have heard Gia say some-"

I cut Ms. Patterson off, "And if a teacher didn't?" I ask.

Ms. Patterson stays silent.

"Yeah, right. My daughter would have been screwed either way, sorry but we are done here. Thank you for trying but i am always going to defend my daughter. I do apologize and i hope Gia's nose gets better." I say, standing up and leaving the room.

As i leave the office i see Estrella look up at me.

"Not a word and in the car, now." I demand, pointing at her to walk first.

Estrella goes to speak, "Bu-"

I cut her off, "Not a word."

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1:12pm

We walk in the house and Ella takes off her shoes, she then goes to walk upstairs.

"Where do you think you're going? I've let it slide the past two times because i've been busy but lucky you i finished all my work today so we are going to have a nice long chat. Sit down, Estrella." I cross my arms as i look at her.

She looks at me and stands on the second stair, not moving.

"Estrella Leylani Sturniolo!" I yell.

Estrella jumps as i raise my voice, i was never the parent to yell at her, so that must of scared her.

I clear my throat, "Please sit down, Estrella." My tone lowering as she comes and sits down on the couch.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" I ask as i stand in front of her.

She shrugs and bites her nails, habit she got from Matt.

"You're going to speak to me." I say but she stays silent. "Now!" I yell.

"Mom, what!?" She yells at me.

I bite my lip and nod, letting out a scoff.

"What's going on with you? Punching a girl in the face? This is your third physical altercation in three weeks! You're going to get expelled, Ella! Do you even care anymore!? You've gotten in more trouble in school then your father and I ever have!" I tell her.

"No, I don't care! I hate school and i hope every time Gia gets a bloody nose she thinks of me!" Estrella uncrosses her arms.

I let out a huff, "Just wait until i call your father. I was gonna give you a chance to explain yourself but you ruined it."

"Go ahead call dad! Maybe he'll actually come home for once!" Estrella stands up now.

I groan in frustration, "God, ella, what are you talking about?!" I scoff.

"Dad is barely home! And when he is all you guys do is argue! I- i thought maybe that if i got in trouble you guys would stop arguing a-and he would come home- and we could be a family again but clearly that's not gonna happen so forget it." Estrella says, running upstairs, i hear her door slam shut.

I sniffle and wipes my eyes, taking my phone out of my pocket and calling Matt.

The phone rings three times before he answers, "Hey, y/n. I'm kind of busy right now can i call you lat-"

I cut him off, "It's Ella. Can you come home, please?" My voice cracks.

"W-what? What's wrong? Is she okay?" Matt asks.

"C-can you just come home?" I ask, my voice evident that i'm on the verge of tears.

"Okay, i'm on my way, baby. Take breaths for me, sweetheart." He says softly, the most civil we've been in a while.

I take a breath like Matt said. "Okay, I love you." I say, almost in a whisper. The last time we said i love you was like two weeks ago.

I hear Matt chuckle, "I love you too, baby. Forever and always." Matt says before hanging up, presumably on his way now.

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1:38pm

I was pacing in the living room, picking at my earlobe as i think of every time i went wrong.

The front door opens and i see Matt walk in, he was wearing a black t shirt, black jean jacket and black cargos.

“What took you so long?” I snap, probably shouldn’t have been my first move.

“Accident on the highway.” He replies, now taking his shoes off and setting his keys down.

“What happened?” He walks towards me.

I give him the write up that Estrella got today.

Matt’s eyebrows furrowed as he reads the paper, him opening his mouth to speak. “Isn’t this her th-”

“-Third time. Yes.” I confirm, nodding as i cross my arms.

Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, handing me back the paper and starting to walk upstairs.

“Matt wait,” I grab his hand.

“Estrella told me the only reason she got in trouble today was because she wanted you to finally come home, and for us to stop arguing.” I tell him.

He looks up at me, his look was upsetting, almost guilty. “What?”

I nod, “She’s been struggling and we haven’t known about it.”

He lets out a breath, him now clearly upset.

“We can call her down here to talk.” I suggest, playing with my fingers.

Matt rubs his stubble and nods, “Okay.”

“Estrella!? Come down here please!” I call out.

I hear her room door open and watch as she walks downstairs. Her eyes flicker between Matt and I and she lets out a huff.

I give her a sad smile, “Sit down, please.” I motion towards the couch.

She looks at me, not moving, like she had done before Matt got home.

“You can listen to your mother, Estrella.” Matt chimes in.

She scratched her head before walking and sitting on the couch, crossing her arms and leaning back.

Matt takes a seat next to her while i stay standing.

“What’s going on, Ella? Mom told me you got in trouble again.” Matt starts, looking at Ella.

Ella bites her lip and shrugs, bringing her nails up to her mouth to bite her nails.

I shake my head, “Tell him what you told me, El.” I say as Matt takes Estrella’s hand out of her mouth.

“You guys argue too much.” Ella says, her eyes flickering over to Matt as she speaks again, “And you’re never home anymore, dad. I miss you. A-and our family.” She says, her voice was quiet but determined to get her point through.

Matt nods, taking in a breath. “Your mother and I are perfectly fine, Ella. We argue yeah, but it’s not anything that deep, we love each other so much, just like we love you so much. And i’ve been working a lot with your uncles, but i can take some time off from now on, would that be okay with you?” He looks at ella, she smiles and nods.

Matt chuckles, “Great. No more getting in trouble, i’m only letting it slide because i know you don’t mean it.” Matt says.

She looks down and nods before Matt brings her into a hug, she hugs back. “Thanks dad..” She whispers against his chest.

He kisses her forehead. “Of course, baby.” He whispers back.

Ella gets up and looks at me, “I’m sorry for being rude, mom.. i don’t mean it, i pinky promise.” She holds her pinky out, i smile, that was a habit she got from me.

I interlock pinkies with her, “It’s okay, my love.” I smile before bringing her in for a hug.

She then goes back upstairs.

Matt stands up and looks at me. “I’m sorry i haven’t been home, and that i’ve been a bad father and husband.” He apologizes.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck, “You’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I argue back all the time too. So as long as we work together we will stop, for ella.”

Matt nods, “For ella.” He then leans in and kisses me.

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Took me too long to write and idk i think my writing has been getting way worse but i hope you guys like this !

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artzychic27 · 11 months ago

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Maybe the Akuma, Science, Recess, and Theater class/kids should have a “We Gotta Get Rid of Marinette or Send Her To Therapy” meeting

Mason: I would like to call this “Ranting about Marinette/Ladybug” meeting to order. Now, let us read the minutes. Dot?

Dot: ‘October 15th, 4:12pm, Brecken aired his grievances, stating, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a no-good-”

Kim: Can we just loudly complain?

Mason: Hmm… I don’t see why not. Proceed.

Rose: MARINETTE TOOK MY HAMSTER PLUSHIE!

Eri: She ruined my gown!

Genevieve: My singing voice is atrocious because of her!

Denise: I’m just supposed to let some creep pummel me into the dirt and wait for that bug to show up five minutes later?! Hell no!

Nino: I can’t believe I ever had a crush on that girl!

Nathaniel: I know! What were we thinking?!

Spinelli: That little fox ruined some of my best work! I spent hours on that mural! Do you know how hard working with chalk is?!

Reshma: I couldn’t make any new friends because of her!

Marc: If she ever gives you guys dating advice, just walk away!

Austin T: I NEVER hit Jean! What the hell is Ladybug’s problem?!

Soo-Yeon: Candace and I were in surgery because of that chick!

Kim: Ladybug?

Candace: No, Marinette.

Alya: That girl is getting to be way too much! Being her friend is like a full-time job without the pay! I could be rolling in cash!

DJ: Then, it’s decided. We take Marinette down, then Ladybug.

Cosette: How?

DJ: I have no clue.

Lotta: Well, it’s gotta be done now! We’ve all seen just how far Marinette will go to get rid of anyone Adrien so much as smiles at!

Rochelle: … Well…

Austin B: Oh, I know that look. Spill.

Rochelle: I mean, we could all put our skills to use. It’s one against… What, like thirty? Thirty-five? You get the idea. What do we have to be afraid of? Several of us come from influential families, and I’m looking at a few people who could easily hack into the government. Do you all see where I’m headed?

Austin Q: Oh, my God, we’re dumb!

Gia: We could have stood together as a united front this entire time!

Victoria: Rochelle, honey, you sit next to me, and I mean forever. Where do we start?

Rochelle: Alya, you’re still close to Marinette, right?

Alya: It’s a one-sided closeness.

Rochelle: Good enough. Gather any evidence of her misdeeds. “Accidentally” record her talking about her plans to sabotage some poor girl who shows an interest in Adrien. Mason, I know very well that your personal files on the students are more secure than the NSA’s.

Mason: *Blushes* Well, I guess.

Rochelle: Anything we pick up goes to you until it’s time for the grand reveal.

Ivan: That takes care of Marinette, but what about Ladybug?

Rochelle: If I’m correct, I’m sure we won’t have to worry about her.

Alix: Cryptic much?

Rochelle: Very much, yes. But, trust me. All our problems will soon be resolved.

Austin A: *To Austin B* I can see why you like hanging out with zir.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

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cookiesupplier · 10 months ago

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Eighteen

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, minor violence, swearing, cheating.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware. AND we're back, I bring you angst.. hope this makes up for the break.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae @tearfallpixie @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @notingridslurkaccount @lyschko666

Tags are open feel free to ask.

“Your funeral was pathetic just so you knew, boring as shit, your father didn’t even bother to cry, you little brat.”

The whole room fell deathly silent, the only person there who seemed to be feeling anything that seemed like that could be construed as positive was Gia, and that was only because she saw the look on Ellie’s face. Her stepmother was feeling a spark of positivity alright, the expression that crossed her face was positively vicious. The horror on Ellie’s face had the older woman completely delighted, and Ellie, after a moment, just looked over to Jolly.. He’d tried to stop her. He… did he know? Then there had been Folio, blinking, she looked to him next, he had muttered even before Jolly, oh shit. Yea, she heard.

What, what was happening? Ellie was struggling to take in lungs full of air even as the world continued to move around her, whether she liked it or not, not even Hell could stop that. The other woman was advancing on Ellie and starting to rant about all manner of grievances that she demanded to be heard, obviously feeling like she had the upper hand now. Ellie was caught way off kilter with her shock at what was happening, and stumbled back, feeling like nothing, like that small little girl she’d been when she first met Gia all over again.

“Oh you pathetic, stupid little brat! I always told your father he should just get rid of you, but no, we were stuck with you, and for what, nothing but a waste of space, time and money. God, look at you. Even here you're just absolutely usele-”

Her tirade, however, ended in a screech when two very imposing demons appeared out of nowhere, one by Ellie’s side, Noah wrapped his arms around her, and the other, Nicholas, was grabbing Gia to drag her away from Ellie. For the first time that Ellie had ever seen him, Nick was in his demon form, and that was why her stepmother was screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight of him. The skull-like face with all the sharp angles and deep holes for his eyes that she could see the seeming fires of Hell burning in, the ones she’d always promised Ellie growing up, the horns from his temple, the fang-like teeth, the velvety blood-red skin. It was altogether a far more menacing look than you’d ever expected from Nicholas, he was always so quiet and unassuming when it came to demons, but she supposed that was the point, he was a demon lord. Even if his position wasn’t to torture and punish people like Noah, he was high-ranking in position and had to be able to have control over other demons that looked up to him. Demand respect. In this case, however, he was invoking fear, the fear of her stepmother.

Ellie wasn’t afraid of him though, she’d never been afraid of Nick, not even when she’d been wary in the start. Instead, right then, she felt vindicated by the scream that was ripped from the woman that she’d once thought might one day be like a mother to her. A mother when her own had literally just abandoned her with her father, walking away like she was nothing. Instead, Gia was nothing but a monster…. But Ellie now also felt… she sighed, she just felt empty.

When Noah grabbed her to pull her back with the way Gia was advancing on her, Ellie had been in too much shock to do much of anything but give in, slumping into his arms like a dead weight almost. Unlike the day before, he didn’t insert himself between the pair, instead, he allowed Nicholas to grab at the woman and pull her away to the exit as she screeched and attempted to escape, working as a team between them rather than just the domineering force. Not that the woman had any luck attempting to get away from the demon that had a hold on her, Nicholas’ grip was firm, and once he had his hands around her arms, he just dragged her right out the door to a holding room, that was where he would leave her, until, no doubt, Noah had a private torture area prepared for her. Unlike the best friend, whom Nicholas hadn’t been aware of the details of their falling out, he had known exactly what kind of treatment had happened to Ellie growing up. That part of her file was very well documented.

This one was always going to be on Noah’s list of special attention and Nicholas was well aware, she just hadn’t been scheduled to die for some time, now however, with the accident timing, that had brought her here a lot sooner than anticipated. Hence, the need for holding. Preferably they would have diverted her to another office, anyone but here, but last-moment deaths were very hard to predict, and that led to this rush to corral her, but they had not gotten there before she verbally assaulted Ellie.

Once Nicholas had disappeared with Gia the office was quiet again, and those left were looking at Ellie, Noah still holding her in his arms, however now that he didn’t need to pull her away from Gia any longer, his arms had relaxed and were just trying to soothe her. He was holding her cradling her to his chest, hands running gently down her back and up her arms as she was limp against him. Ellie just let him do it, she felt empty, practically a zombie at that moment, her mind, zonked as she was struggling to catch up with what she had just heard…

But then she did.

She was dead.

She was dead, and… slowly, slowly her head tilted to look up at Noah, Noah’s human face that was looking down at her so concerned.

“BabyGirl, are you okay?”

The apprehension on his features was as obvious as plain as day, but why? Was he worried about the way her stepmother used to treat her? They’d talked about her family since before, that time in her life was something that she’d told him about already. He’d encouraged her, reluctant as she had been at the time, to talk to him about. Oh, she was aware he’d been compiling that list of his, he hadn’t been shy about it, he’d been blatant about keeping his list of personal torture victims when it came to those that hurt the ones he cared about. The privilege of one in his position, and he had drawn the information out of her more overtime. Especially after Carla had arrived. He’d never asked about her specifically, but he’d noticed, not that Nicholas had told him.

Shaking her head, no, no, this couldn’t be about that, this was about so much more.

Pushing her hands against his chest, as she stepped back, he went to stop her for a second, but then she shoved a bit harder at him and his hands that were trying to hold her, comfort her, fell away, giving her her space. She growled at him, a pathetic human growl, as she looked up at him.

He’d known. Glancing to Jolly and Folio now. Nicholas might not be here, but she had no doubt him too, they’d all known.

Looking towards the other two, both of them, souls, souls just like... like… Her. She’d never thought twice that she could be dead, too. No, she’d gotten a job, been brought here, hired, why, god, why would they have ever even hired anyone living.. In HELL of all places? Why would they have needed to?

“You knew.”

That wasn’t a question, her eyes narrowing as she glared up at Noah, and he sighed heavily, obviously feeling the weight of her upset right now,

“BabyGirl-”

“Don’t you BabyGirl me, Sebastian!”

She was shaking as she swallowed, her hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly at her side, but Noah at the very least appeared cowed at the way she snapped at him for the way he addressed her now.

“Ellie.”

Glaring at him.

“You, knew. Do you deny it?”

He took in a slow breath, whether he was considering on whether to tell her the truth or not, she didn’t know, all she knew was that she was waiting, waiting for something, anything.

“Yes, I knew.”

Glancing to Jolly, Folio,

“You all knew?”

Her friends were immediately nodding without hesitation, their guilt as plain as day on their faces, they had known and not said anything. Sure they’d been helping her from the start, supporting her from the start, but they’d always held back something, looking back, she knew she was going to go over every conversation, wondering about what they said, what they didn’t say. If she should have seen something, what she missed, what was right there..

“You all lied to me!”

Swallowing, eyes stinging with tears as her attention returned to Noah now, her throat felt thigh, swallowing again compulsively to stop herself from breaking down under the weight of everything. It felt like there was so much around her, and yet there was nothing, nothing at all at the same time.

“No, we didn’t-”

When Noah tried again, oh that asshole, her glare on him was something viscous,

“A lie of omission, Noah, is still a fucking lie.”

Spitting the words out at him with white-hot anger at the fact he was trying to defend the fact that they had been involved with each other for months and the entire time he’d been lying to her. He knew, he knew how betrayed she’d been in the past before. Maybe he hadn’t known the entire time, but they’d talked about it, how she felt, how much she’d been hurt, only yesterday she’d confronted Jeremy, and he’d defended her, and he’d said nothing.. He could have told her then, he could have been honest with her.. She’d have been angry.. Why hadn’t he been honest with her?

Fuck, she knew how to pick them, didn’t she? Never, had she thought, anything about Noah would remind her about Jeremy, but the thought that she’d fallen for another asshole that had done nothing but lie to her the entire time they were together?

Looking Noah square in the eyes,

“I fell in love with you, Noah, and you lied to me, the entire time we were together, you lied to me.”

Shaking her head.. She didn’t know if she could ever forgive him, not when he had known what she’d already been through, and he’d still done it anyway…

When the hot traitorous tears finally spilt down her cheeks, and a foreign strangled noise escaped the demon in front of her as Noah went to reach for her but she didn’t let him, instead she turned and ran out of the office, out of the building. Ellie couldn’t be here, not with him, not with any of them. She needed to be alone.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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