#I hate to put all this down to 'they're fucking jealous bitches'

[phoenixwrites]

One of the most alarming things this year is when a fellow fandom friend gently told me I'm a "Big Name Fan" and she had never seen a BNF not get some kind of stupid harassment after a certain point.

It had not occurred to me that I was a 'BNF' and it still is trippy to think about--I constantly think I'm the lurker on livejournal, just quietly doing my own thing while others don't even notice my movements.

But...I mean, I have been on here since 2012 writing fics with decent responses, so...maybe she's right. O_O

[d3stinyist1red]

GIRLIE, YANDERE OLDER MAFIA BOSS!!(TAKE YOUR TIME IF YOU HAVE OTHER REQUESTSSSS!!💗)

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʙᴏss x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yan mafia boss who you work under, with him being your boss and your his right hand woman

yan mafia boss who treats you like you own him, following with whatever you say

yan mafia boss who doesnt like any medics touching him, wanting you to be one treating him

The medic was standing in front of him, clearly fearful for her life bc the man in front of her could kill her if she did the slight mistake. She tried to pat and help the wounds of the Mafia boss who smacked her hand away and huffed.

"Bring me my n/n, now." He said glaring at her as she quickly nodded, basically running to you. She told you about how he refused to let her help and touch him as you sighed. You rubbed your temple before nodding and smiling at her.

"Don't worry, Ill deal with him." You said politely, nodding at her before walking past her, going to the room where he was at. You opened the door and you saw the way his eyes lit up, and a grin landed on his usually nonchalant face. "Love!" He said, as you walked up to him.

"Why are always acting so stubborn to the medics? You know that they're there to help you, idiot." You said clearly irritated, making him pout and tilt his head. "But, I want you to help me!!...and have your hands all over my body..." He whined, grabbing your hand and resting it on his cheek, looking up at you with hearts in his eyes.

yan mafia boss who has to always be in constant contact with you

ʏ/ɴsᴅ𝟷ᴅɪᴄᴋʀɪᴅᴇʀ!

n/nnn

where are uuuuu

n/nnnnn

n/nnnn

...?

...

...

no reply?

Have other hoes?

YOU DO DONT YOU?!!!?!?!!?

i hate u.

You getting blocked.

dont talk to me. I know you hate me.

Okay, im going to kill my self.

...?

....

...

This is (yans name, yall could make sum up) cat, he just shot himself

do you love him

...

...?

baby you know that was all a prank

i love u

pls let me eat ur ass

i wanna slurp ur kitty so good that the only thing i could taste is u mami

(seen 1 min ago)

ʏ/ɴsᴅ𝟷ᴅɪᴄᴋʀɪᴅᴇʀ!

ur rlly gonna leave me on seen?

ur lucky i dont come and cream all over ur face rn

pls touch me

yan mafia boss who has his bodyguards protect you no matter where you go

"Okat sigma 1, hawk tuah, ohio go protect n/n, you better fucking protect her with your life, ya hear?!" He said to his bodygaurds aggressively, scowling them down as they shook in fear,....i think one of them peed their pants...erm!

yan mafia boss who is madly jealous, putting a bullet into anyone's head he sees as threat for your love.

yan mafia boss who when you arent around, he struggles to sleep. He tosses and turns, his mind racing with scenarios about what they might be doing or who they’re with. "is she with that ugly bitch from work again?! Is she with one of my bodyguards?! Is she cheating on me?!" He hiccuped through his sobs, biting on his nails, hair all messy from tossing and turning throughout his sleep

He often wakes up in a cold sweat, feeling empty without them next to him. If you spends the night somewhere else, he'll start spamming you on everything even roblox.. If you dont answer within 5 mins, he immediately sends his men to try to find you, and paces around his house, restless waiting for your reply. bruh u were js buying sum takis...

yan mafia boss who is your boss who favors you a little too much!!! <333

IM PROB GONNA UPDATE SOME MORE ON TUMBLR BUT IM STILL ON BREAK ON WATTPAD CUZ I LOST MY GOD DAMN PHONEEE

SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT I DIDNT RLLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR MAFIA BOSS YAN

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 2

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agatha closes her eyes when rio confronts her, she's scared and overwhelmed like during their fight in episode one, when she couldn't quite hide her panic behind all the posturing. their moment of complicity is gone, and rio's anger is back in full force

they're both posturing tbh. they're playing the old "killing is so sexy of you" game, but it's not working, flirting and deflecting is no longer possible, there is too much pain and resentment involved. these bodies, alice and lilia, are heavy between them, they're an open wound and an accusation.

agatha follows the script, but with no theatrics, no fake drama. there are no masks she can hide behind anymore, especially not in front of rio. it's just her, naked, with the grief and pain in full view.

and look, the placement of that tree has to be deliberate, it wasn't there a moment ago. the tarots cannot lie. the real agatha, stripped down to her ugly soul, carries this unfathomable pain, these three swords piercing her heart.

and there it is again, the elephant in the room. rio can't and won't ignore it.

agatha still tries to deflect, to buy time. look at her, she knows it's useless. she's crying, and she's so full of spite. flight is not an option anymore. fight it is.

they have BEEN through this. rio is supposed to do her GODDAMN job

but it's so much more complicated than that now. agatha literally went and fucked up a perfectly good grim reaper, is what she did. once upon a time rio would have had no hesitation, no resentment. but now she knows that harming billy will ONCE AGAIN hurt agatha and make agatha hate her even more, and it's too much to handle. agatha has put her in an impossible situation. again.

and THIS BITCH still has the AUDACITY of denying it. she still tries to walk out of the conversation, and rio has to step in front of her and physically stop her

te veo. always, always, always. despite all this shit between them, rio cares about her SO MUCH, all she can think about is what agatha is doing, how agatha is feeling. trying and trying to fix the impossible.

agatha attempts a mocking smile, but she can't. she can't put up that barrier anymore. rio's words are making her extremely uncomfortable. she is the one who observes, who schemes, who studies others for her own advantage. I can't believe I keep bringing up agatha's nakedness in such a non-horny way, but this woman HATES being perceived, hates showing weakness and revealing her fragility. it's a trauma response dialed up to the max.

this walk with another woman's son on a road that doesn't ex-

oh, rio. oh, baby. you're jealous. another woman, another child. she has chosen them over you, and refuses to see how much it's hurting you. how much she is hurting you. you're so, so angry.

rio is almost at her limit, and look at her. she is still trying to break through agatha's thick stubborn skull. it's no use, no use.

agatha is cornered. she's shaking with fury. she cannot run, she can only scream and lash out.

and dear lord, rio is still being soft. she's holding her ground, she's speaking her mind, but despite all, she doesn't yell, she's being so gentle with agatha. she's still trying to make her see reason. look what I did for you, agatha. I bent the rules of the universe for you. how can you not see it?

did I already say how glad I am for kathryn hahn's golden globe nomination? it's so well deserved. look how different she is here from her usual agatha, so still, devoid of any silliness. just pain and white hot rage. you call WHAT YOU DID special treatment.

and aubrey too, honestly. her characters are always so over the top and weird, and she is being so understated here. she flinches at agatha's words like she can't quite believe them. they really never had this goddamn conversation, agatha really avoided it and ran away screaming for two centuries straight. all rio wanted was to explain herself and to be forgiven, even though she's not guilty of anything and she knows it. but agatha's pain goes beyond reason. no, worse than that, agatha's pain is her reason, her raison d'etre, agatha protects it and fuels it and rio cannot compete with it.

the way she's almost breathless. like the pain is so much it's physical, like it's punching her stomach and chocking her airwaves.

and rio snaps at that. rio has her walls too, and she's very good at keeping her personal feelings at bay. agatha is headbutting those walls like a mad bull, and she's almost through. you are the one who takes, agatha. everything is always about you, your needs, your anger, your pain. there is never room for anything or anyone else.

agatha tries to run again, rio puts her whole body in the way, again. remember their first interactions in the show, when agatha kept running and rio would just let her? that's all over now.

rio hesitates. she takes a beat, and tries to deescalate. i cannot believe she is STILL trying, still pushing her anger back and asking about agatha's feelings instead, acting like a therapist. she is once again acknowledging agatha's pain and trying to walk her through it. do you see how unbalanced this is? and from someone who's ostensibly all about balance.

why do you make people hate you? why can't you open up about all that happened to you? why don't you want their help? my help?

she doesn't say nicholas. she calls him nicky. it's the intimacy of a child and grief that they share, no matter how much agatha wants to make it only about herself.

agatha needs a moment to answer, she needs to collect all her strength first. but she finally says it, and it's another tiny, tiny step ahead. there's almost a question in her voice, like she's testing these words so obvious but so strange to her. she'd rather make people believe she's cruel and uncaring, that she hates everybody, she hates children! that she exchanged her own son for the darkhold.

the truth is that she had a son she loved so fiercely, he was six years old, and he died. the truth is, she couldn't save him. and that is just too awful for anyone to comprehend. and so she lashed out, she inflicted pain, she embraced her anger and protected it like a treasure. being angry was easier than being sad.

meanwhile billy is still grappling with what lilia did.

jen too is grappling with lilia's selflessness. lilia has set an example that has affected her deeply.

she explains to billy what Green Craft is and why it makes sense for Death to be a green witch, and she's not as calm as she's projecting, there are tears in her eyes and she's sniffling, her voice is hoarse from screaming.

yeah, kid. it's a lot.

jen is like, have you MET agatha?

next up: rio has somehow convinced agatha to sit and talk. will they finally work their shit out? (spoiler: no they won't.)

go to episode 8 part 3

[berryz-writes]

You're mine, sweetheart

Summary: Theo cheers you up after a shit day

Theodore Nott x reader

Pansy looked me up and down, hate simmering in her eyes. She scoffed "Don't tell me that's what your wearing. You look like an absolute slag"

After being best friends with her for our first few years and realising how toxic she really was I had tried to keep my distance from her but she didn't get the hint and instead liked to comment on each and every thing I did. Of course the comments hurt me but maybe after the years they just didn't hurt as much. Maybe I was immune now. The dress I had chosen for this nights party was a short green dress, something to celebrate our Quidditch win but of course the dress didn't live up to her expectations. What was really annoying was she wore a similar dress just a few weeks back but according to her I was the one who looked like a slag.

"I think it looks nice Pansy"

I turned to my mirror and applied a light pink lip gloss that was almost finished because of the amount of times I had used it. I couldn't be bothered arguing with her tonight. I wasn't about to let her ruin my mood.

"I bet you tried finding the shortest dress in that store"

I rolled my eyes "What are you on about?" I was getting tired of her stupid, annoying comments.

"You know exactly what I'm on about. Don't think Theo's gonna fuck you after this, honey. Your just like all the other desperate bitches at the party"

I gritted my teeth together and put my lip gloss down trying to appear as unaffected as I could. "Fuck off. Jealousy isn't a good look on you"

I walked past her, tears forming in my eyes. Before I could leave she made sure to mutter "Once a whore, always a whore". I let my feet carry me outside to the warm summer evening where the sun was setting. I walked around the lake trying to blink away the tears so my makeup wouldn't be ruined. Was there any point of going to the party? No, probably not.

I sat down on hill, the freshly mowed grass making a soft carpet for me to relax on. Me and Theo had sat hear many times before whether it was to have a late night snack or to miss lessons. It was a comforting place.

I sat there until the sun set and soon it got darker. Almost too dark. My thoughts had cleared now. My tears no longer trying to make an appearance. Maybe I could join the party. Just because one person was being an ass didn't mean everyone else would be.

As I was contemplating on whether I should stand up or not someone cleared their throat behind me. I raised my wand instantly expecting...well something scary I guess.

It was in fact Theo holding a small golden lantern. I didn't bother standing up and instead waited for him to flop down next to me.

"My favourite person isn't going to congratulate me on my performance today?" He placed the lantern between us so we were both bathed in a warm orange light. I could just about make him out, his features looking almost worried.

"You were good." I said. I didn't have the social battery to talk to him right now even if he had done nothing wrong.

He smiled at me "I know. What's up with you? Your usually dragging me to parties but instead your...well from my point of view it looks like your mourning your rabbit"

I let out a small laugh. Even at times like these he could make me laugh. "I just don't understand. Why is it so hard for some people to be nice?"

Theo shrugged "They're probably insecure. Or jealous."

"Yeah. Probably"

We sat in silence for another few minutes before Theo stood up stretching out his hand to me "Come on, sweetheart. Your the life of the party. It's no fun without you"

I stood up and handed him the lantern instead "You can be the life of the party tonight. I'm tired"

"Don't let someone ruin what you want to do. Y/n you love parties. You've never missed one. Unless you really are tired, I'll respect your decision and walk with you to your room"

I contemplated my options. I could do what I really wanted to do which was go to the party and enjoy life with my friends or I could get cosy in my bed and feel like a coward for the next week. He was right. No one got to influence what I wanted to do.

"Your playing truth or drink with me then"

He grinned at me "Whatever you want, sweetheart"

As we walked back inside the castle from a more hidden entrance Theo made sure to hold my hand because apparently he "didn't want me to trip and get hurt". Whatever the reason was it didn't stop butterflies from forming in my stomach.

I had to blink at the sudden brightness of the corridors, the light finally letting me see Theo clearly. He had dropped my hand and instead was surveying me.

Theo's eyes took their time on inspecting my outfit, hungrily devouring the way the dress emphasised my curves. He finally brought his gaze up to look at me, his eyes slightly darker than usual "You look absolutely divine"

I smiled at the compliment "If you weren't my best friend, I'd say you were flirting with me"

He raised an eyebrow "Maybe I am. It's quite hard not to when my best friend is so fucking gorgeous" My cheeks heated at his words, my dress feeling a little too tight all of a sudden. I think I needed to sit down after that.

He extended his arm so I could wrap my hand around it. "I can't wait to tell everyone we're dating"

I paused. What did he say? "If that's ok with you" He added hastily.

I thought about what he said. Had I always imagined what it would be like if Theo asked me out and we weren't just best friends anymore? Of course I did. Every single second of every single day.

"That's fine with me"

He smiled again, a small dimple appearing in his left cheek "Then it's settled. Your mine, sweetheart. And I'm yours" 

[prettypinkporkchop]

Okay okay what aboutttt Paul x reader but reader is bi and Paul kinda gets jealous when she checks out other women🙂‍↕️ maybe little heated argument🤫

"I'm not shy, I'll say it! I've been picturing you naked!" You and Kim scream the lyrics to slumber party.

You love Paul more than anyone and anything. He is your soulmate, after all! But you're bi, which he totally accepts! He loves you, period. He doesn't mind you joking around about finding women attractive. Especially if they're celebrities, he doesn't care. But one thing has been bugging him. You're super flirty with Kim. She's straight, but you two just have that friendship. Paul doesn't get it. Also, when you guys go out and you see a pretty girl, you HAVE to tell her she's hot. Most girls do that to each other, right?!

Kim jumps on your couch with her phone as a microphone, "OOOH OOH OH OH OH SLUMBER PARTY!" She screams.

You laugh and admire her beauty. You two are interrupted when Paul and Jared walk into the house. Paul turns off the speaker and crosses his arms with a smile. "You two are something else." He shakes his head.

Jared grabs Kim off of the couch, putting her on the ground. "Did you guys have fun while we were out?" Jared asks.

You hug Paul, shoving your cheek against his bare chest. You nod your head at Jared and then look up at Paul. "I missed you."

He kisses your forehead. "I've missed you too, baby."

Kim and Jared get ready to leave the house. You grab onto Kim and hug her. She giggles and hugs you back. You give her a joking kiss on her cheek. "MWUAHHH!" You exaggerated.

She does the same to you and then jokingly pats your bottom. "Bye, bitch." She winks.

When they leave, you turn to Paul, who looks mad. "Is something wrong?" You step closer to him.

He surprises you by grabbing your arms and moving you out of his way, forcefully. He walks into the bedroom and you hear the door lock.

"Paul? What's wrong?" You knock on the door. You hear nothing come from the other side. "Paul, we can't fix it if you don't talk to me." You wiggle the doorknob.

The lock clicks, and Paul opens the door, glaring at you. "Get your ass on the bed, now." He demands.

You gulp and do as he says. You sit on the edge of the bed. He walks in front of you, fuming. His chest is heaving. You can tell he's thinking of what to say.

"Did you cheat on me with Kim while I was gone?" He asks.

"What?! Are you nuts?" You try not to laugh at how ridiculous he sounds.

"Don't fucking play dumb. You know I hate when you hit on other women. It makes me feel insecure. It makes me feel like you'd rather be with a woman. I've never seen you kiss Kim like that, and I've definitely never seen her touch you like that!" He screams his last sentence and picks up a vase that held your makeup brushes.

You want to cry. He's scaring you. You know when he lifts things while he's mad, he's going to throw it. "Paul, please put that down." You ask.

He scoffs and then tosses it at the wall. It shatters, and your makeup brushes go all over the floor. This set you off. You stand up and push his chest.

"Hey, I've never cheated on you! And you know what, fuck you for even considering that! Just because I like girls does NOT mean I want I want to cheat on you with one!" You scream.

You pushing him made him grab your shoulders and push you onto the bed, not hard. Just trying to keep your hands off of him. He's looking down at you.

"How else am I supposed to feel?"

"Paul, it's not fucking like that!" You squirm under him, kicking your feet. You try to get him off of you.

"I'm not letting you go if you're going to hit me." He warns.

"Pick up the glass, Lahote!" You yell in his face.

He let's you go, standing up and walking away.

You lay on the bed and start crying. You curl into a ball and sniffle. You hear him leave the house, slamming the front door. You just cry until you're asleep.

----

You finally get the courage to step out of the bedroom. You notice Paul is still gone. You check life360. Oh, he's at Sam's. You sigh and walk into the bathroom. It's always the first place you go to when you're upset. You get in the bath and sulk. But the warm water always helps.

You see on the sink, he had bought you relaxing bath oils. There's also roses. The lights are dim, and he set out your comfiest and favorite pajama set. You turn on the water, making your bath very warm.

After sitting in the bath for an hour or so, you get out and wrap a towel around you. You hear the front door open, and the phone on the sink goes off, life360 telling you Paul is back home. He knocks on the door. You stand still in front of the foggy mirror.

"Baby doll?" He asks softly.

"Hm." You say dryly.

He opens the door and walks in, standing behind you. "I am so sorry."

You shake your head and open your moisturizer, putting it on your face. His hands lift up your towel at the bottom, putting his hands on your bare waist. Your bare ass is out, and it's against him, but you can tell it's not in a sexual way. He just wants skin contact.

"I was on the phone with Jared. Him and Kim explained things to me. I understand now.. and I'm so sorry. I feel like an idiot. I understand it's just a girl thing." He chuckles at the end before saying.

You can't help but smile at him through the mirror at his immaturity. "Don't be goofy." You reply.

"I uh, also went to Sam's. This is embarrassing, but you should know. I felt so bad for yelling at you and holding you down. I asked Sam to punch me. I may or may not have been sobbing like a little bitch." He chuckles at himself.

You turn and face him. "Good. But I do want to apologize too for making you feel the way I made you feel. I only love and want you." You touch his cheek.

He smiles and places his hand above yours. But now, looking at his face. Uh oh. Here we go horny bastards.

You drop your towel. He looks down at you and then sucks on his teeth, moving his tongue. Within a swift movement, he grabs onto your throat. You lift your head up slightly and bite your lip. "Give me all you've got." You breathe out.

He slams his lips onto yours, kissing you with tongue all sloppy. He pulls away and bites your lip. He lifts you onto the counter by grabbing your ass. He kisses you again and then puts his fingers on your wet area.

The night was full of spanking, hair pulling, praising you, leaving marks all over you, making you finish over and over.

After that, you are breathless on the bed, so sensitive with bruises on your neck and thighs.

[phoward89]

Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.

Series Masterlist

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker!Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC. Dark!Coriolanus, Jealous!Coriolanus, Dom!Coriolanus

Chapter 6:

It's been too long since you've been to the spa. You forgot how relaxing it is. And maybe what makes it even better is that Coriolanus is paying for it. That you can have all the treatments your little heart desires and he's footing the bill.

“It's good to see you here again. What happen, did Coriolanus and you get into a lovers spat and he cut off your spa allowance?” The esthetician asked, applying a much needed cleansing jelly mask to your face as you laid down on the comfortable bed like table.

“He's not my lover, Adara. He's actually my boss now, plus he's engaged to Livia Cardew.” You pointed out to your beloved skin goddess, the best esthetician in Capitol City.

“Oh please.” The violet and blonde streaked young lady loudly cackled. “Nobody believes that shame for a lousy minute.”

“What? But they look-” You start to say only for Adara to cut you off with, “Coriolanus looks absolutely miserable next to her in pictures. He seriously looks like he's going to strangle her.” Shaking her head and applying more of the thick vitalizing goop on your face, she adds, “And that blonde shrew might look sweet and smiley next to him but she bad mouths him every chance she gets. Some things she's said has even gone viral on Pan-Tok, Pan-Tube, and Pan-X. She even shit talked him while a bit tipsy on her friend's Pangram Live stream.”

“I didn't know this. Why didn't I know this?”

“Probably since the aspiring Senator Snow doesn't have social media and you only have a Panbook- that you haven't been on in like over a month.”

“Fuck! So she's dragging his name in the mud via social media?!”

“Yes.” Adara confirms while finishing applying your facial mask treatment. “And practically all of Panem hates her.” She informed you while putting cucumbers on your eyes for a finishing touch.

Sitting down in the stool next to your bed Adara, who was a friend of sorts to you, says, “Livia’s worse than her older brother and Livinius is always getting into shenanigans with the two Capitol losers: Odysseus Odair, the pretty boy that drinks too much, and Hector Heavensbee, the stoned cousin of Hilarious Heavensbee.”

“Wait, what? How do you know this?”

“Social media, duh.” The blonde-violet girl rolled her eyes at you, even if you couldn't see them since your eyes are closed with little cucumbers on them. “Girl, you're too young not to be on social media.” Adara seriously told you. “Listen up, after we're done with your mask we’ll do your manicure then your pedicure. And after that you're signing up for all the social media accounts.”

“Yes, I think it's overdue for me to have more social media then Panbook.” You told her, a calculating smile hinting your lips.

Oh you're going to be creating social media accounts, but solely for the purpose of finding out what damage Livia Cardew's doing to Coriolanus’ image. Once you find out, you'll have to tell him and then come up with a plan to address it.

You're hairstylist, Fabian, was currently with another client so you're scrolling on your phone; looking at all the crazy shit that Livia Cardew's been posting on Pangram, while sitting in the lobby of the high end salon. Oh God, she's such a stick up bitch. Such a shrew. She seriously posted a picture of a bubble tea while complaining that they're wasn't enough bubbles in the tea.

Oh hell…

The receptionist was sitting at the front desk, flipping thru a rag mag whenever she gasped. Whatever she saw must be shocking.

Flipping the magazine in half, she held it up to you and said in a scandalous tone, “That farce of a political pony show going on between your Coriolanus and Livia.Cardew’s going to ruin his reputation.” Waving the magazine in the are, she told you, “Look, paparazzi’s got some pictures of her drunk and stumbling on the sidewalk. The accompanying article says the picture were taken while she was ranting to her socialite friends about how her fiance’s a freak in bed that scoffs at her purity ring, asked if he could stick it up her ass to keep her virginity intact, and she even said that Coriolanus has a thing for dirty district women; chased that former singing victor all those years ago just to screw around with her before his fall semester of University.”

“What?!” You loudly exclaimed, jumping out of you seat and rushing over to the reception desk to grab that trash gossip magazine from Xandra. “Oh Andraste’s tit, let me see that!” You curse, snatching up the magazine that's freely offered to you.

As your eyes look at the damning pictures and read the article, the receptionist tells you, “That's one of the magazine's that get delivered all over Panem; even the Districts get it. Particularly the PK bases as I understand.”

“Shit…” You mutter under your breath. You feel both pissed and lightheaded at the sudden revelation of what Livia Cardew's actions mean for Coriolanus' Senate run.

Damnit…

And it was that moment that Fabian’s client left and the stylist with perfectly feathered hair came up to you. “Y/N, it's been too long.” The hairstylist greeted you with a kiss to the cheek, which you returned in kind. Leading you back to his work station, he asked, “It's been over a month since you've had your hair done. Did Coriolanus not like my work last time?”

“No, Fabian.” You shook your head. “We just got into a spat, so we weren't talking “ You explain, taking your place in the salon chair.

“I hope you worked everything out since he called to fit you in; is picking up the tab like always too.” Fabian told you while placing a colorful smock around you.

“We worked things out as best as we could considering I'm his new assistant now. I'm his new campaign manager too.”

“Oh that's wonderful. Now if only we could toss that horrible Livia into that toxic sludge river over in 8 then everything’ll be perfect.”

“Fabian, that's horrible.”

“Yes, but you know it's true. Now, what're we doing with your hair today? Blow out, keratin treatments?”

*I want an entire new look.” You told your hairstylist.

“Ooo, new look for a new era.” Fabian clapped happily.

“I want hair that says I'm a bad boss bitch.” You smirked.

“Oh, honey, I know exactly what you need. Just leave it to me.” Fabian told you before hurrying off to the supply room to grab some supplies to make your hair new and to die for.

Your hairstylist was going to give you new hair that'll be the envy of everyone in the Capitol. Your new hairstyle will even have Coriolanus down on his knees, begging you to take him back. Oh, Fabian knows that what he has planned cut and color wise for your hair’s going to drive Coriolanus up the wall with desire. That he's going to be going crazy when he sees you.

The hairstylist views it as his personal mission to make sure that his best client stays with the only man in the Capitol that encourages his girl to routinely get her hair done. Most men aren't so generous like that when it comes to expensive salon visits every handful of weeks.

After your getting your hair done, you went home and drowned yourself in endless social media posts across various platforms for Livia Cardew. It seems like some were worse then others, but none of them were any good for your best friend. As long as he's connected to her, well, his campaign's going to tank.

You saw that Festus and Persephone weren't following Livia on social media. The newlyweds, whose wedding Coriolanus dragged you a few months prior, seemed to have either never added her, stopped following her, or blocked her from their accounts. You also saw that the couple had started to follow you on the social media accounts that you created earlier in the day with Adara in the spa.

You’re done scrolling thru Livia Cardew's accounts and decide to call Coryo to tell him all about what you uncovered. After three rings he answers his phone with a professional, “Head Gamemaker Snow speaking, to whom am I speaking with?”, before he realizes it's you

“It's me, Y/N.” You tell him as you pop up on the phone’s video screen. “I thought you would've programmed my new number from my application into your phone.” You chuckle while sitting up straighter on your sofa.

“I didn't even notice it, I just hit accept hire after after looking over your education and work history.”

“Oh.” You simply nod.

Before you could even tell Coriolanus why you're calling, he gives you a dazzling smile paired with the compliment of, “I like what you've done with your hair. The new cut and color suits you, my darling rose.”

Fabian was right, the hairstyle and color he gave you was going to drive Coriolanus wild. How did he know, who knows? But right now Coryo's baby blues are flashing with interest and mirth; they're locked into your face- he's in absolute awe of your new hairstyle/color.

A lopsided grin appeared on the platinum blonde's lush lips as he suggests, “Why don't I take you out to dinner to celebrate hiring you as both the Head Assistant Gamemaker and my Campaign Manager?”

“Don't forget your PR Liaison as well, Aspiring Senator Snow.” You teased Coryo, who still hasn't styled his platinum curls yet. “Oh, I did some digging while waiting for my appointment at the salon and found out why your campaign’s tanking.”

“Well, what did you uncover, my darling?” Coriolanus asks, leaning back in his sitting chair. The one in his living room to be exact.

“The problem isn't you, but it's your fiance: Livia Cardew. Everyone hates her.”

“That doesn't surprise me; I hate the shrew too.” The imposing blonde man, who's been your best friend for nearly 2 decades, chuckled.

Shaking your head, you sadly sigh, “Well, I think she hates you more than you hate her considering she's posting a lot of hate about you.”

Coriolanus arched a perfectly shaped brow at your words, causing you to tell him the blunt truth of your discoveries. “She’s spewing shitty remarks here and there; not to mention ranting about you on her friend's Pangram Live.” You take a tiny breath, only to sigh and tell him the most damning information of all. “Oh and then there's a story and some pap pics in a very popular and well circulated rag mag that has her stumbling drunk and ranting to her friends about you wanting to stick it up her ass cause she's wearing a purity; how you have a sexual attraction to district girls too.”

“Fucking hell…” Coriolanus groans, raking his lake hands thru his platinum curls- a nervous habit of his. “That's very damning for my campaign.”

“Yes,” You nod in agreement, “it is.”

“Well, I've been wanting out of the engagement and I've found a way to end it without looking like the bag guy.” Coriolanus told you, his lips in a thin pressed line. “But I can't tell you until we're alone in my car, it's not something I want to talk about over the phone.”

A few hours later you find yourself alone in a sleek, black sedan with Coriolanus behind the driver's seat. Since it's early spring, he's in a light grey suit with a wine hued waistcoat. It pairs lovely and really makes both his platinum hair, whose curls he just lightly gelled to keep from being messy, and his cerulean eyes pop.

“You look beautiful, baby.” Coriolanus smiles, looking between you and the road, as he pulls out of the parking garage.

“Thank you, but flattery’ll get you nowhere. You already complimented me on my dress when you picked me up, no need to do it again.”

“And only you, my darling rose, has the audacity to get your feathers ruffles over receiving multiple compliments from your lover.”

“My lover?” You scoff sardonicly, rolling your perfectly made up eyes.

“Whether you want to admit it or not, it's what we are, Y/N.” Coriolanus tells you, his baritone a bit softer then usual, as his hand slides off the clutch and onto your thigh- a thigh that's covered by the peachy pink skirt of your dress. A dress that was designed for you by Tigris, that had small white roses randomly embroidered on it.

Pushing his large hand off of your thigh, you give him a leveling look and state in a solid tone, “I thought that we're childhood best friends, who had a situationship that got a bit messy, but decided to work together for your political dreams.”

“We're working on our political ambitions. Don't forget, I did promise to make you my First Lady.” The platinum man with looks rivaling that of the gods themselves had the balls to tell you, all the while taking your hand in his. With a smirk, he changed the subject by giving you his opinion on your manicure. “I quite prefer your nails long and red, baby. They look much better then the short French tips you were wearing during our month long absence from each other.”

Of course he prefers long red stiletto nails on you over the short square French tips. Man sure does love red. You're not even surprised about that.

You don't make a comment about him liking your nails, but you do comment on his little making you his First Lady remark. “Last time I checked, Head Gamemaker Snow, the First Lady's married to the President and you're engaged to Livia Cardew.” After the little reminder of his reality, you decided to twist the knife in his heart and hurt his ego (because he broke your heart) by adding in, “Oh, and right now I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth.”

Coriolanus’ Adam's apple felt thick and stuck in the hollow of his throat as a reaction to hearing your cruel words. He knows deep down in is black, head, shriveled up heart why you said that. That you're trying to hurt him because he broke your heart; his promise to you.

Except he's doing his best to right his wrong; to ensure that he keeps his promise to you.

Coriolanus’ Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows down the thickness trapped in his throat. Looking between you and the road as he weaves in and out of traffic lanes, he reveals, “I'm going to get out of my arranged engagement by framing the Cardew's for bank fraud.”

“What?” You blurt out, finding his idea to be a bit brash. “Can’t you just call off the engagement because of irreconcilable differences?”

“No, baby,” Coriolanus shook his head, “I can't just break it off due to irreconcilable differences.” He quickly switched lanes again, cutting off a car and getting honked at. “Livia’s being a frigid shrew and dragging my name in the mud; how do you think me dropping her like a hot potato’ll make me look? Hmm, how would it look for my campaign?”

Turning your head to give him an incredulous look, you ask, “So, what, you're going to destroy the family that runs the Capitol United Bank to effortlessly break off an arranged engagement and to gain sympathy votes for your campaign?”

“Yes.” The icy eyes man smiles widely, like a maniac. “It's a flawless plan, Y/N. I trust that as my right hand woman and future First Lady that I have your complete support with this.”

Honestly, it might sound horrible, but you didn't give a shit about Livia Cardew or her family. If Coriolanus had to destroy the top banking family in the country to end his engagement and save his campaign then so be it.

“You just do whatever you have to do to and when it's done I'll make sure that you come out smelling like a rose in the media.” You told the man next to you as he pulled over, without using his blinkers, into the entrance of the restaurant he's taking you to.

The Capitol Grille.

“Good.” Coriolanus nods while getting into the line for valet parking. “Tomorrow we need to start switching our banking accounts to the Capitol One Bank.”

You've been to The Capitol Grille a few times with Coryo, so when the maitre d greets you both with a smile and ushers you to a cozy table for two, while making the other patrons in line ahead of you wait, you're not surprised.

Coriolanus, like always, orders a bottle of the best wine and some glasses of water for you two. He also orders the go to appetizer for when you dine out at The Capitol Grille: shrimp cocktail. He also orders the usual for you two as well: the chef's suggestion of the slices filet mignon topped onions and wild mushrooms with cream spinach and au gratin potatoes. Oh, and he ordered the infamous Capitol made cheesecake the restaurant’s known for.

You didn't mind him doing the ordering since you two always got the same thing every time he took you out to eat at The Capitol Grille. You'd be shocked if he didn't insist on ordering, truth be told.

The waiter delivered both your glasses of water, wine, and the large shrimp cocktail to share all on one tray. Once he finishes delivering the items and pouring the wine, he assured Coriolanus and you that your food would be out shortly and left.

Coriolanus is fixing you up a small plate of shrimp cocktail and engaging in small talk with you about your upcoming job as his right hand woman in the Citadel whenever Odysseus’ voice reaches your ear from nearby as he smiles disparagingly. “I see it didn't take you too long to move on, sweetheart. But I didn't think you'd be moving on with Satan, or is he who you've been cheating with.”

“Oh, Odysseus Odair, I wish I could say seeing you while out celebrating Y/N’s new job as my assistant is a pleasant surprise, but then I'd be lying and I make it my utmost priority not to lie to or around my childhood best friend.” Coriolanus said in a very cool, calm, and collective way that has just enough zing to bite.

“Your what?” The bronze haired man asked, his voice hitched up in shock.

“I told you that I attended the Academy, Odysseus. Maybe you should've believed me instead of insisting I wasn't on the same level as you and Coryo.” You told your neighbor and new ex while gesturing between him and your Coryo with your hand.

“He what?” Coriolanus blinked his eyes slowly, like an offended cat. It reminded you of a cat you had as a child. Looking at you, he said with so much disdain in his deep baritone, “That manwhore insulted you by insisting you weren't good enough to attend the Academy?”

“Coryo, let it go.” You told him in a whisper hiss while Odysseus’ sea-green eyes bounced between you and the platinum blonde man you're dining with very suspiciously.

“I will not let it go, darling. He insulted you.” Coriolanus whisper hissed back.

Well, looks like chivalry’s not dead at all.

“I have a business meeting I need to attend, Y/N, but I'll call you later so we can talk things out.” Odysseus told you before booking it away from your table (since he didn't want to be around Coriolanus) and towards the table his father Posieden Odair, Mr. Larimer (a wealthy politician and investor) and Mr. Hearst (a wealthy newspaper mogul) was sitting at; waiting for him.

“You better not answer your phone when he calls.” Coriolanus tells you while making himself a small plate of shrimp cocktail with jerky, aggravated movements.

Grabbing a piece of shrimp from your plate and dipping it into the red cocktail sauce, you tell him, “I’ll answer it if I want to, Coriolanus. My relationship’s none of your business.”

Tossing the serving spoon back into the middle of the extravagant crystal serving bowl, causing some of the red sauce to splash up. Coriolanus face skewed up as he watched you eat your piece of shrimp. Taking his and dipping it into the sauce, he darkly chuckled, “I see you're going to play little minx and punish me for my arrangement by having a fling with the sluttiest man in all of Capitol City.”

“What's good for the goose's good for the gander.” You simply smirk, causing the man sitting across from you to nearly choke on his shrimp.

And then, as he's coughing and trying not to die from shrimp going down the wrong windpipe, Odysseus loudly tells somebody at his table to ���Shut the hell up!’ before storming away from the table, right past yours, and out of the restaurant.

Hmm…

You wonder what happened at his table.

Coriolanus Snow, ever the gentleman, used his pristine white cloth napkin to spit his piece of shrimp that nearly made him choke and die. Folding his napkin and placing it back on his lap, he seriously told you, “He's a spoiled brat; I hope you get seeing him to punish me out of your system real fast because I don't like sharing what's mine, Y/N.”

“Last time I checked I didn't belong to you.” You smugly retorted while eating another piece of your shrimp cocktail.

Coriolanus leaned in close, nearly crossing the table, and declared in a low, dark timbre, “You’ve always been mine, baby. And, as you know, I'm going to ruin a family just to make you my wife; First Lady.”

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[002yb]

Hi Toney, I am so happy that you're feeling better, I got a bit worried when I didn't see any new posts from you.

What do you feel about Jason's reaction to Jaybin getting displaced in the timeline and popping multiple years in the future, and suddenly there is Jaybin and all of his barely hidden hero worship and utter love for Dick. And Dick is so good to him, and so smitten and Jaybin is so precious and blushy and two steps away from fainting every time dick hugs him or ruffles his hair, and Jason is so jealous cause dick is being better to Jaybin than he ever was to Jason in the past. But they're both Jason!!

#i am really happy to see you again on my feed #hopefully I'm not coming off as rude #curse you ADHD

Hey there, thank you for your concerns!  Though I’m sure it’s apparent, the posting is still lacking – sorry about that.  I appreciate that you like seeing my posts come across your dash though.  Thank you so much. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

Jason being put off by Jaybin because 1) he’s treated better than Jason, 2) he’s envious of the positive attention freely given to him and 3) Jaybin is stupidly naive and Jason knows there’s only disappointment waiting for him; he’s just waiting to get taken advantage of and hurt.

What’s more, he’s insecure.  Because Jason has always had this belief that everyone preferred who he was to who he is.  This experience only confirms that for him.

Needless to say, Jason is terse when Jaybin is around.  He’s not kind at all; par for course though – it’s him, at the end of the day

And it’s not like Jaybin complains about Jason’s aggression, confused as he is (because wtf happened?  why is he such a bitch??), but Dick notices and is none too pleased.

Which leads to dickjay fights as Dick comes to Jaybin’s defense

And Jason just loses it because insecurity gets the best of him.  Because he’s convinced that he’s no good as he is.  That’s why they’re all always fighting, why Jason is always toeing lines and watching his back.  Because he came back wrong – twisted.

Maybe it would have been better if Jason stayed dead.  Because they could have kept Jaybin and not been burdened with the scraps that came back.

Maybe Jaybin hears it:  ‘We die?’

And Jason snarls, all bared teeth, a wounded animal pushed into a corner:  ‘Yeah, because you were looking for something you’ll never fucking have,’ and despite himself Jason’s voice breaks because, ‘Family.  Love.  Grow the fuck up.’

What’s to love?  What’s to want?

Just Jason being so cruel to his younger self because he hates how dumb he was.  But also?  He hates how easy it is for Jaybin to trust and love and be loved.  Because Jason doesn’t have that.  Not anymore.

And Dick is ready to intervene.  He doesn’t know if he wants to snap at Jason for being so cruel to a child (himself!) or if he wants to comfort him because Jason is wrong about his perceived lack of value/worth, but also?  He wants to throw down because this dumbass – projecting his own feelings over Dick’s.  But then again, reevaluating everything because maybe Dick (and everyone) haven’t been as forthcoming or forgiving as they should have been.

So Dick ends up being paralyzed because Jason is volatile and Dick can take him in a fight, but that’s the thing – he can’t fight him in light of Jason’s despair.  He doesn’t know how to comfort him though.  Doesn’t know how to– fuck.  Doesn’t know how to love him.

A devastating realization that takes the fight right out of him.

But it’s fine, because Jaybin is there to throw down.  With that ornery brand of kindness that is uniquely Jason.  Just Jaybin being able to read Jason because they’re the same.  Because Jason hasn’t changed as much as he thinks from back when he was fifteen and hurting.

Something something Jason’s vulnerabilities being exposed by himself.  A weird therapy of sorts with confronting past and present.

Which eventually leads to dickjay.  In the form of one of the Jasons blurting out about their crush on Dick and that’s when everything stops because uh oh.  Both Jasons turning with matching blushes and flustered expressions at where Dick stands off to the side, wide-eyed and overwhelmed because there’s just a lot going on, y’know?

And yeah, eventually Jason reconciles with his past self.  Maybe Jaybin would get a kiss from Dick before Jason ever gets a chance and Jason is left blustering because why the hell is he such a cheeky little bitch, omg. ///A/////

Which leaves Dick and Jason with the fallout of everything.  And Jason doesn’t want to do any of it; forget it.  Only Dick won’t leave it alone.  No attention would be given to the crush, but Dick would make sure Jason knows that he’s loved.  And he’d make better efforts in showing it.  And being more understanding to Jason’s perspective; being in his corner.

During which time Jason falls in love a lot more because he’s so weak to kindness.  And Dick’s heart breaks because it’s not anything at all (only it is and he knows that now).

Something something slow burn healing of relationship which leads into a tentative friendship which leads into a strong partnership and eventually that undying crush gets addressed lol.

[cyantt-does-stuff]

How some people can hate Sam Winchester genuinely is beyond me.

He's not a flawless character. You don't have to like him. But I would hope it's for actual reasons besides just looking at him and saying you think he's terrible.

I've seen people say he's a horrible brother, as if Dean is any better (no hate to Dean I love him but he's got just as many issues). I've seen people mischaracterize him to a point where it's not even funny. "Dean is better" or "Castiel is better" when they're both equally as important as Sam. "He's annoying" isn't a good basis to start off with. It's a reason, but not a good one. "He complains too much", he has so many reasons to complain. Legit saw a comment saying that he whined about his issues a lot and that he was "jealous of Dean's relationship with Mary" and I'm like... huh? Let me dissect these two things.

First of all, John Winchester sucks. He's not a great father by any means, and even though he loved his sons, he fucked up raising them, if you can say he raised them at all besides hunter crap. Sam has every right to hate how their father raised them. Sam has every right to despise hunting and has every right to want to be normal. Plus, Sam wasn't just angry for his own sake. He was angry for Dean's as well. Dean had to be a father, mother, and brother to him because John only ever cared about his revenge. Sam has every right to bitch and moan about his daddy issues. Dean never did because he was expected to be the good son. A soldier. Which is also fucked up.

And Dean's relationship with Mary? Of course Sam is going to want what Dean has. Sam never knew his mom. He only had pictures. If my mother, who died and came back because of some divine miracle, had a good bond with my sibling but not me? I'd be pretty jealous too. And it's not a crime for him to want that.

Another point I've seen people make is that he doesn't care about Dean. Which, did we watch the same show? I don't think we did. Sam would do anything for Dean. Sam is just as codependent, Dean is his everything just as Sam is Dean's. They LITERALLY cannot live without the other. They just can't function. They go off the deep end. It's not healthy by any means but you cannot sit there and tell me Sam didn't care about Dean.

The whole point of Sam's character is that he's left out. He's the black sheep. He's the different one. He's shunned and put down for wanting to escape the life he was born into.

A lot of people disregard his problems in favor of another character's problems. You can't gloss over that he's suffered just as much as anyone else, if not more.

Anyways, sorry for the rant I just love this guy a lot and it pains me to see the unnecessary hate towards him.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

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Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Moment's Silence

...

Stretching his arms up into the air, the young Gojo stepped into the recreational room of the dorms. Loudly yawning as he fixed the sunglasses back onto his nose, nose scrunched up at the sight of a pensive Suguru sitting by the dark-hued couches. His onyx eyes solely focused on the screen of his phone.

(Side Note: Suguru hates bright screens, just like you, so he kept his on both the lowest setting and in dark mode. On the contrary, Gojo was one of those few assholes who likes having his phone at the highest brightness possible. The one brighter than the common folk's future. If you're like this, kindly fuck off)

"Still?" At this, Suguru spared a brief glance before going back to his device. "Still."

Gojo clicked his tongue in pure annoyance, anger swelling up inside him as he glared at nothing.

Everyone's barely seen you the last four weeks. Mission, shower, sleep, wake up, eat, mission --- that was the routine you've committed to ever since those old fucks decided to abruptly assign you a load of jobs to take care of.

They didn't even work him or Suguru as much as they worked you. It was as though one day, they just up and decided that your skills just needed to be put to the test on a daily basis. Pushed to the very brink, see if you could handle it or not.

And, you took it. Without a single word. You just took it like a good little bitch...and THAT pissed him off.

"Don't even think about it, Satoru." Of course, he knew. Suguru knew everything about him by this point. Huffing, the silver-haired threw himself into the couch, the raven-haired's arms already raised as Gojo plopped his head into his best friend's lap. (Suguru now has an elbow stabbing Gojo's sternum while the other test on the arm rest, fingers playing with the ends of silver locks)

"They don't even fight back! No argument, no protest--- nothing! Where's the spitfire? That bitch is always fighting with me so why not with those old sacks of skin, hm?"

Suguru types something, "Think about it this way, they are an outsider on foreign soil. It's chaotic enough they only got here a few months ago. They don't know anyone and need as many allies as they can get --- you know they've always been quite the politician themselves. They're just playing the game."

The Six-Eye user groaned in exasperation, childishly kicking his feet against the arm rest, "I hate clan politics. So fucking boring. Why do they even bother with those fossils?"

Suguru paused, "Did you not notice, that ever since they arrived here, the spotlight's been taken off of you?"

Gojo pushed the glasses down his nose, confusion in his beautiful eyes, "What do you mean?"

It was Suguru's turn to click his tongue in annoyance, "Satoru, they've been taking the heat for you. So that you can have some semblance of privacy."

For the first time in a long time, Gojo Satoru is silent. A stunned expression adores his features, eyes, once again, focusing on oblivion as his mind processes what Suguru said

"They...they care about me?"

Suguru freezes, fingers hovering over the plastic keyboard of his flip phone. A little bunny charm hangs from the device, Gojo notices. Ieiri must've gotten it for him

"Obviously." He said it as though it was common knowledge. As though everyone knew this to be a fact instead of a myth or falsehood.

"Are you sure?"

Closing the phone, Suguru gazed down at his friend. An indecipherable look in his darkness as he made a slight face, "You know, they're not good with feelings, Satoru."

Gojo whines, staring up at his best friend, faces inches away, "Then why don't they ever call me by my name, eh? Always Gojo this, Gojo that --- they call you by yours, so why not mine?"

Is this motherfuckers being serious rn? Is she for real fucking jealous?

"...I don't know." He lied through his teeth

But Gojo can see all

"Bullshit, you've had the most interactions with them. So it would only make sense for you to know, spit it out."

Suguru told his eyes at his friend's childish antics, "Why don't you just hang with them more? Maybe that'll do the trick."

Sitting up, Gojo threw his hands up in the air, annoyance evident in his voice as he screeched, "I've tried! But it's like they avoid me like I got the freaking bird flu or something."

His interactions with you have always been positive on the surface. Regardless, something has always felt off between the two of you. You took all to his touch despite having avoided everyone else's, sides from Suguru's. In fact, you seem to gravitate towards him. It's likely you are touch starved but for what reason, he didn't know.

You always had this tendency to keep things close to your chest, no matter what. It's been months and none actually knew a thing about your past. Why is that? Why are you so secretive?

You acted like nothing was wrong but all the signs pointed opposite. Did you think him dumb? Did you think he couldn't see the little fears in your head turn as you overnight a most miniscule of interactions as though analyzing it would save your life in the end? He might be blind to others thoughts on him, but not yours.

Although, he didn't know what your thoughts about him were --- he knew that you tolerated him enough that it was safe to assume you enjoyed his presence more than others. And, that was saying a lot.

He bought you things, gave you your favorite foods. Made sure you were comfortable with the people around you, paid attention to you as to not make to feel neglected. So why was it that he still felt miles away from you?

And why did he care so much?

" 'Toru, where did you go?" A familiar voice broke him out of his train of thoughts, looking to his right, Gojo blinked at the sight of a concerned Suguru. Whose eyebrows are nearly knitted at the center, a light frown staining his sharp features like bad art.

"Just thinking," cerulean blue glimpsed down to the eclipse chart that hanged from the other male's strong neck, "Ne, Suguru. Do you care about them?"

Said man rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward look on his face as he nodded, "Yeah, you could say that, I guess."

(Side Note: Suguru did not feel awkward at the fact that he actually cares about you, but rather, he didn't expect Gojo to just abruptly ask emotionally charge questions --- Gojo is much like that one friend who just randomly asks if you love them at the most random of times. They require constant reassurance without making it seem like they are needy/clingy so they ask it in the most nonchalant of manners)

"Do you care about me too?"

"Of course." Not a moment's hesitation. No stutter nor stranger, it was clear and concise. Most of all, it was the truth.

At this, the silver-haired laid his head onto his friend's shoulder. A discreet smile sweetening his lips.

"Okay." "Okay?" "Okay."

Gojo looked at Suguru with squinted eyes, a pout on his lips, "Who were you texting?" "What?" "You were so focused, ignoring me for your phone. So, who were you texting?"

"Utahime." Gojo made a confused face, "What? What for?"

"Nothing important, to be honest. She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

"What'd she see?" Gojo quipped.

Suguru hummed, laying his own head on top of Gojo's, an indecipherable expression on his canvas, "Just a little something."

.

.

.

You stood under the rain, streaks of red running down your face as you viciously glared at the curse chained up in front of you. It whine and squirmed under the weight of your cursed chains.

Gashes covered your body, some clean-cut, others would be a mess to stitch back up. Although, as you made action to move over to the curse, you nearly screamed as a lightning strike of pain shot through your abdomen. Taking a moment to focus on your breaths, you gazed down to your torso, mouth twisting into a snarl at the bloody sight.

A hole, the size of your fist, right through your flesh. Must've happened while one of the major curses had you under it,

they did it again. They fucking did it again! It was supposed to be a bunch of Grade 2's.

Should've fucking known

Funnily enough (not funny at all, you're beyond pissed off now), what they meant was a bunch of Grade 1's. Even better, they failed to mention two of them was near-Special Grade

Without a moment longer, you sliced the hideous creatures into smithereens (you would've loved to punch into a pulp but the wounds on your body restrained you from doing so.)

Pulling out your phone, you thumbed the third contact.

"It's done."

"Complaints?"

You bit your tongue until you tasted iron, "None."

"Good. Did you reconsider?"

"No."

A deep static sigh echoed form the other end, "You're proving to be quite the nuisance, little one. Where's your sense of gratitude?"

"When you're not looking, I'm going to absolutely annihilate that little guitar of yours. Now, are we done?"

A brief pause, "For now." The line dies.

What a pain

Literally and figuratively

Although, it was nice. To feel something instead of overwhelming guilt. As you tightened your fist, the cursed chains that wrapped around your knuckles softly whined under the pressure. The soreness of your digits slowly brought you back into reality --- times like these, you missed that stupid onion. He'd talk your ear off, but he had this way of bringing you back to Earth. Suguru also had that skill, but his would lull you to sleep while Gojo gave you enough energy to move about your day.

They both had their benefits

Agh, you really are fucked --- wait...you're not alone

"Well, well. Didn't think I'd find you here." That voice...

You'd only need to glance over your shoulders to see the truth, you could recognize that soul from anywhere

"And, I didn't expect to see you again, Tsukumo."

...

(A/N): Hi hello so like forget whatever I said about the timeline being fucked up. I fixed it but good fucking luck cuz we about to go warp 9 soon enough.

Song Inspo: Borderline - Tame Impala

Huh? How the hell do you know Yuki Tsukumo? And why was she looking for you in the first place?

What did Utahime see that she contacted Suguru?

Why are the Higher-Ups trying to kill you? What exactly did you do to get on their bad side?

Originally:

"Then why don't they ever call me by name, ne?" Suguru was supposed to respond with, "Because you aren't open with them, Satoru." But held his tongue and went with, "I don't know."

"What? What for?" Suguru was supposed to say, "I was... verifying a rumor, nothing important." Yet, at the last second, he switched to, "She was just telling me something she saw while on a mission."

Why is Suguru so secretive all of a sudden? In fact, he's been quite reserved for a while now...

The first contact in your phone was suppose to be Kiyotaka Ijichi. (Did you think I forgot his existence? Well, you are correct.) But I changed it.

The first two contacts in your phone are Toru and Sugu, in that order. (I wonder if the order actually matters)

Ah, it wasn't Tsukumo you were supposed to meet. For the original character, I was torn between two individuals --- one you already unknowingly met and another you met but kept quiet about. Both are surprisingly relevant to one another, colleagues if you will.

Drop a comment!

Feel free to buy me a 🦩

Hope you enjoyed!

[yanderefarm]

Love Letter One (The Meta Version)

Dear Yanderefarm,

I LOVE EMIL HIS CHARACTER CONCEPT IS FANTASTIC. The idea of being in a hierarchy were you are a lower rank in the system, but a higher ranked individual basically scruffs you and sits you on top of that hierarchy bc they love you? Top Tier.

I also sincerely appreciate your total lack of specification regarding the time period Emil rules. In one story, there's a old timey merchants guild, but photographs also exist?? Peak. The ability to put him in scenarios where both magic and technology can exist is perfect, especially for horn contexts.

You want feminization? You can put him in a slutty dress but add magic and Bam! Tits and pussy to match, baby!

You want hypno or dumbification? Substitute a pocket watch for a magical artifact that drains the brain, or a sci-fi brainwashing visor that can lock unto his face!

You wanna punish him? Pick between a high tech fucking machine, or a good old time in the stocks being a free use toy! Maybe even both?

Pet play? Magic that bitch up some ears and a tail! (Bunny Boy Emil, Anyone?)

Anyways, the possibilities are endless, and that's a good part of why I like Emil so much. Another part is just his demeanor. Literally only Ajax has anywhere NEAR as much ego as Emil, and even then, Ajax gets nervous and flustered pretty easy once you starting coming on strong.

Emil though, Emil stays smug. He's got the ego, but he also knows and accepts the fact that he'd like nothing more than to service you all day every day. He enjoys being dommed, and while you can get him flustered and crying, it takes work; it takes effort.

That, or it takes nothing at all. And that dichotomy enraptures me . He's so proud, but he's on his knees for you in front of the whole court the second you ask. He's so vicious, but he can handle you so gently. He's so strong and stoic that it can make him brittle, prone to snapping. He's so egocentric that he thinks you'll never pick anyone else, but seeing other people around you makes him jealous.

Anyways, all this to say you write amazingly complex characters and I love them. Can't wait for the Season 2 Boys!

(P.S. Actual love letter to Emil himself coming soon)

-🎠 Anon

this is so sweet!!! ur so nice thank u 😘

if you like emil try: romantic fantasy manhwas bc you will immediately see that he borrows a lot of tropes from them. the mad tyrant thats actually a big softie for his wife is an entire trope itself.

im a big fan of the political drama in rofan manhwa like yes give me trade disagreements and noble factions vying for power and ridiculous crown prince nonsense. i know that if i had the will to write a whole novel with emil that it would chocked full of all the ramifications of marrying a lower stationed prince of a kingdom known for neutrality. the short term ramifications like homophobic old noblemen "you can't marry a boy what about your heir!!!" and more politically powerful female suitors who hate you for getting in the way of them grabbing more power. and the long term ramifications like your kingdom being forced against it's will to give up decades of neutrality with a king woefully unfit to be in charge and despises you for saving his life and the theocracy next door ready to knock down the doors and behead your husband for daring to claim some divine origin and blaspheme their God's name. this kind of thing lives in my brain rent free i love it.

also yeah!! its a fantasy world so time period accuracy is unimportant. i was going to have it be more accurate to a medieval time period but like. that's not fun. so i decided there's magic so you can have modern things but they're all just powered by magic. magic communicators, magic teleportation, magic cameras, magic aphrodisiacs.

honestly all of my work has a certain level of magical realism for the sake of horny. like aphrodisiacs and drugs don't really work the way i want them to but because i want them to work a certain way they do. surely if you actually did the things to achilles that are fun he would die but he doesn't because i don't want him to. like idc if it would probably kill a man irl its fun and horny so it doesn't.

emil's ego makes him so fun. like ajax wouldn't immediately proudly declare that he's the best dick sucker. emil would. he's proud and haughty. he's the greatest king. but being proud makes him more fragile because his heart is more weak. he falls in love much easier than he pretends to. like i love when his pride falls and he's just desperate to keep you close to him even if that means completely degrading and humiliating himself. he's cute.

im glad you like him so much he's really fun to write and i love his tropes

[howlingday]

Beacon Class of '24

Warning: The following dialogue contains material that may be too hostile and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

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Yang: Is this what cam-girls feel like?

Weiss: I feel like cam-girls do a little more than we did.

Yang: At least those girls get paid! We have to flirt with that dork for free!

Weiss: It's not for free. We lost a bet. We don't get paid, it's just hoin' pro-bono.

Yang: Why would put up flirting with Jaune in the first place?

Weiss: What? You thought Blake could steal that hot dog roller?

Yang: Well, no, but... Ugh... That whole class yesterday. "Wow, Jaune~! Your One Piece drawings are so good~!" Ick!

Weiss: That's not the worst part. Everyone had to watch us do that was the worst part.

Yang: And he probably won't leave me alone for a month now. He's gonna go home and make characters of us in his games.

Weiss: He'll probably make us in Larceny at Large.

Yang: You can make characters in Larceny at Large?

Weiss: Do I look like bitch who would know?

Yang: Whatever. God, I need Mygone. (Fiddles in bra) H-Hey, where'd-?!

Weiss: (Pops pill in mouth)

Yang: Bitch, that was my last Mygone! How'd you take that?!

Weiss: Quick hands. Hm. Mygone and titties. What a combo.

Yang: Goes together like peanut butter and Pain-Away.

Weiss: This is true!

Yang: Ugh, yeah, he kept doing that, too! Like he has to be a fucking expert or something.

Weiss: It can't be worse than, "Uh... Okaaay?"

Yang: FUCK! I HATED how he said that!

Weiss: Like he has to be the gay comic relief cat in a fucking Whimsy cartoon.

Yang: This is true~.

Weiss: This is true~!

Yang: Quite the interesting outfit~.

Weiss: Yes, indeed~.

Yang: Stop screaming, we're having sex~!

Pyrrha: What are you girls up to? It sounds like you had a class with Jaune.

Weiss: She has BurgerQueen! Pyrrha, where'd you get BurgerQueen?!

Pyrrha: ...BurgerQueen.

Weiss: Bitch, give me a fry!

Pyrrha: Is that how you ask?

Weiss: Bitch, please give me a fry!

Yang: And yeah, we had a class with Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Feeds Weiss a fry) I could tell. He was drawing pictures the whole class.

Yang: No...

Weiss: What were we doing in the pictures?

Pyrrha: Just cute things, like holding hands and making kissy faces.

Yang: Weiss, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who gets motion sickness from riding a fucking bike!

Weiss: At least he won't torture us, since he'd get even more motion sick from carrying our bodies.

Pyrrha: Yes, well, I ripped them up. Not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I respect you both too much. I'm definitely not into Jaune at all.

Yang: You're the best, P-Money~!

Pyrrha: I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sell the janitor Drow-Zs. Later. (Leaves)

Weiss: She has got to be the hottest bitch ever.

Yang: I love her hair.

Weiss: ...Hey, what's gayer? Dating a girl or wanting a girl to have sex with your dead body?

Yang: Uh... Dating a girl?

Weiss: (Sighs) Yup. Still straight.

POP!

Yang: What the hell was that?

Weiss: It's probably the air conditioning unit exploding again.

Yang: Oh... Fuck, that scared the shit out of me.

POP! POP!

Yang: Huh. That's a lot of AC units.

Goodwitch: (Via PA) Attention faculty and students, we are in an emergency lockdown. Please follow emergency guidelines.

Yang: ...What the fuck was that about?

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: (Muffled) COME AND GET SOME!

Weiss: Is that...

Yang: Jaune's fucking snapped! We gotta get the fuck outta here!

Weiss: Huh...

Yang: What do you mean, "huh"?! Let's go!

Weiss: Relax, Yang. There's no way he'd come for us. He likes us, so we're the last people he'd want to kill. Just chill out.

Yang: Easy for you to say! YOU TOOK MY LAST MYGONE! (Runs to door)

Yang: (Walks back)

Weiss: I thought you were escaping.

Yang: The doors are locked down.

POP!

Weiss: Oof... That was a big one.

Yang: You won't be in Volume 4.

Cardin: (Muffled) Is this because I ripped up your anime books?

Jaune: THEY'RE NOT ANIME BOOKS! THEY'RE CALLED MANGA!

POP!

Jaune: MAAANGAAAAAA!

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: Anime girls are better than real women!

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Shuichi & Kaito's fall-out post-game

So Kai talking about his hc is what lead to this

Kai: every once in a while i think about what if Kaito realized he has no actual fucking clue who Shuichi really is. like he considers him his friend and insists he knows alot about him, but one day he realizes that a large chunk of what he "knows" about Shuichi is either assumptions he came up with and forgot were assumptions, or are things Shuichi masks with and aren't really true about him. i just love the idea of Kaito suddenly getting his whole view on Shuichi shattered and having to totally reevaluate how to be his friend

[timeskip]

Hina: Kaito isn't a bad friend but man sjsksksk

in my heart of hearts (in which Kaito goes to hell no matter what) he is tho, I think he'd get in denial about it instead [the convo has been going in the direction of Kaito trying to get to know him for real & prove himself as a friend], and most likely try to instill in Shuichi and everyone that he knows better and Shuichi is the person he made up in his head, just like he did with Maki right after meeting her, with the whole trying to force her to be the girly girl he thinks she should be in canon. Like, Kaito at his core is an only child who was spoiled by his grandparents and never told no, he thinks the world spins which way he'll wish it to

Hina: I think Kaito is a bad friend in canon, 100% but for me personally, I usually pick and choose what parts of Kaito I like to keep lmao This is a postgame headcanon, but after the game I'd like to think he's one of Kokichis biggest advocates, even more so than Shuichi There's a small difference between the moment where Kaito says he's not sure if Kokichi was lying and postgame And it's Kaito actively dying for the rest of the class It's one thing to say you're dying to save everyone, it's another thing to actually commit and do it I think in a postgame scenario, where Kaito actually has had to confront those final moments before his death and realize exactly what a "heroic sacrifice" means, it changes his opinion completely He might not agree with the actions Kokichi took to get there, but the fact that given the choice, he chose to lay down his life to put a stop to the game. He wants to believe that's for everyone else. He can't fathom the idea that anyone who does that could possibly be selfish

oh, if it's post-game it's worse on Shuichi angle tho, I get that he [Kaito] could change his mind about Kokichi after this (he'd have trouble admitting it tho), but for Shuichi it means that the mess of 4th trial and what followed happened between them

you can't tell me he wasn't impacted long-term after, actually they both should feel betrayed, Kaito did openly show that to him this was Shuichi turning against him and was ready to cut him off and lead the group against him, but Shuichi crawled back to him like the wet dog he is, I want post-game Shuichi hesitate before disagreeing with Kaito on something minor and then let himself finally feel hurt over this

when it hits him that he can't pretend it's all fine because they made up and that he has outgrown the need for hero-Kaito and is now letting him stifle him because he got used to being under his shoulder

Sini: Yeah, Kaito did him dirty. I get that Kaito felt betrayed, but Kaito was so pissed at him and for what? For arguing against him when he turned out right? For accusing Gonta even though it was a class trial? Or… Given that Kaito admitted to being jealous of Shuichi…. Was it all because of jealousy? Is he still jealous even now? Kaito apologized yet Shuichi is still playing the sidekick to Kaito’s hero as if everything is still the same

I want the realization that they're not fine to hurt him like a bitch, I want him to be just trying to wish it away, asking for it to go back to the way it was at the start, because he still hates confrontation and is more tired than ever and is still scared of not having a hero, doubting himself per usual, he still needs Kaito, doesn't he? (all he needs is a friend)

Ves: shuuichi just wants ONE thing to stay stable but alas

Sini: He is both angry and wants to lash out yet wants to keep things as is. He’s mad at Kaito but also wants him to still be his friend

and I think Kaito would only double down on being a hero post-game, because surely everyone needs one right now, somebody to still put on the cheerful act and give them something to look forward (he refuses to notice how denying equal ground & mutual support is fucking up everyone in the training trio and honestly anyone who cares about him)

also if he just believes strongly enough he'll be fine eventually

and there's parallel to Kokichi probably also doubling down on his act, hoping they'll leave him to rot (think "I'm damaged, far too damaged"/lyrics)

Ves: the idea of kokichi doubling down on his act postgame makes me ILL get up boy i am outside your door w hot cocoa and a therapy dog

(thinking back to Barely a Planet, Barely Pluto) he can get the dog, but you're not entering his isolation tower, this poisoning attempt has been thwarted

[pbaz7]

my day was ass and if az and p hate each other during this chap idek what I'll do so lets go

fan had spilled Paige’s Shirley Temple all over her book in an overly enthusiastic attempt to get a picture Paige had agreed to.

this DEFINITELY happened IRL

Azzi grinned, a soft "Thank you, baby," slipping out as she leaned back in her chair.

them both calling each other baby💗 so happy they finally don't hate each other

Azzi, always needing some kind of contact, lightly tapped her foot against Paige’s under the table.

this is cannon but for p instead of az and no one can tell me im wrong

Paige, this is Elle—she’s in a couple of my classes. Elle, this is Paige.

elle. the hoe who sent the text. author why are you being messy rn!

Meeting someone and knowing of them were completely different

louder for the people in the back.

But she couldn’t help noticing the way Elle leaned in a little too much, her gaze lingering on Azzi when she thought no one was looking.

people not knowing about them does unfortunately mean the hoes are gonna hit on you girl p.

Paige didn’t say anything—she wasn’t worried in the slightest. Azzi was hers, and she knew it.

oh my god. she's not the insecure little girl she was before. my baby's all grown up🥹

Lifting her hand from the keyboard, Paige tapped her finger on the table three times—a silent “I love you.”

this is so disgusting (adorable i love them so much) like why are they allowed to be happy and in love and i'm not. this is so unfair i hate everyone in relationships😭

“Heading out already?” she asked, her tone light but with a hint of disappointment.

bitch down act so upset its not like yall are dating.

Paige already helped me out. She’s like my personal mini Isaac Newton.”

ugh im gonna cry they're so cute

Paige laughed at the comparison, adjusting the strap of her bag.

author yk what im gonna say

I didn’t think you’d have time for something so... strenuous.”

can you see yourself out, please!😀

your presentation last week? It was really good. Like, you made everything sound so clear and relatable. I was kind of jealous.”

elle please fuck off! please i beg of you!

Icy ❄️: She’s eager.

someone had to say it

Honestly, I’d be lost without you right now.”

seems like ur already lost in her eyes. isn't that right, elle.

she typed away on her laptop with her iPad propped up silently playing an NBA game

put a W in front of NBA and she's literally me

Paige shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Not really. I’ll always make time for people who support me.”

people's person.

Elle tilted her head, her curiosity not quite satisfied. “Your girlfriend doesn’t get jealous?”

who the fuck told her. someone fess up guys. it wasn't me. i mean i wanted to but it wasnt me

Elle pointed at Paige’s neck, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “Your neck. There’s, um… a lot going on there.”

LMAO IM AM LITERALLY LAUGHING ALOUD RIGHT NOW IM DEAD

“Why’d you assume it’s a girl?”

not like it's obvious or anything

“But, um, no, to answer your question... she doesn’t mind.”

yeah take that and fuck off elle.

“Yeah, I bet she really understands,” Ice muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Paige to hear.

ISUNEH STOP BEING MESSY

Elle blinked, visibly surprised. “Oh, wow. Really? You’ve never mentioned him before.”

how is she the only one who hasnt clocked the OBVIOUS pazzi shit happening

Azzi’s lips quirked in a subtle smile as she corrected, “Her.” She glanced at Paige briefly before adding, “And we’re just private people.”

YEP. THAT'S MY GIRL.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were gay.”

elle. OPEN. your. EYES.

“Oh, that’s cool. But yeah private is good. I totally get it.”

well don't sounds so excited about it

“Oh, you’re all going together?”

yes! and you're not invited.

Remembering something the younger girl was hiding

what...

tilting the phone slightly away from wandering eyes

if this is what i think it is

Paige leaned down slightly, her voice dropping into a soft whisper, just low enough that Elle couldn’t hear. “Too late now. I like it a lot, though.”

in public is CRAZY work

“You guys are close,” Elle said, her tone light but tinged with something else.

some would say they're like sisters! of the scissor variety of course!

“You’re such a hornball.”

like you can be talking

“I’ve been… busy.”

LMAO

“Yeah, um… that could work,” Azzi said, her voice faltering slightly as Paige pressed a kiss to her neck, this time lingering

PAIGE IS MESSY AS HELL

Azzi groaned softly—not at Elle’s question, but at Paige’s lips finding a particularly sensitive spot.

paige atp wants elle to ask

Paige leaned back just enough to whisper, “You’re doing great,”

personally i'd hang up the phone right them and there

She bit her lip hard, trying to keep her composure as Paige started trailing further down her chest.

is elle partially deaf or smth cuz like how is she not hearing this

“You’re on timeout,” she said firmly, though the hint of her smile betrayed her.

this is pazzi cannon and i have never been so sure of smth in my life

“Alright, if I’m right, you gotta let me put her in her place.”

let's see lil paigey fight

Azzi’s gaze shifted toward the closet, her expression turning mischievous.

does she wanna borrow something or like... something tells me it's not that...

Paige responded immediately, her hands sliding up Azzi’s sides and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

oh so you robbed us.

author this was defintely my fav chap yet

i was literally smiling the whole time and this made my day a billion times better

ilysm ugh this was perfect!

-🍉

my was ass too so we’re all in this together !!!

i’m so glad you liked the chapter so much it actually made my day a little better

i lowkey added the adjusting the strap of her bag JUST for you 😭😭 i knew you would notice

ily and i’m glad i was able to help with your day 🫶🏼🍉

[zorkaya-moved]

my mood's already been down the drain but boy oh boy this is 2023 and we still use anon to make other rpers feel bad about being open about their views/life/concerns? it's astonishing to me how the likes and responses have been brought up. like yeah if a person puts so much into their content, obviously they'll have strong responses. but it doesn't mean that they're not allowed to be sad or upset or concerned. everyone here is a person. 90% of us writers here use tumblr to escape reality and do silly goofy things we like. just sit back and relax.

just because someone is 'popular' doesn't mean you should use that against them. i fucking hate that shit because it was used against me before and a person who I trusted, they made me hate myself for feeling bad over how nervous I was about my content, my approach to people, my personal boundaries, and more. we all have concerns and lives that we do not show to people on the internet. and none of us all anyone our real life to a T, like fuck no. privacy should be treasured more here.

if you lash out as a person for them setting their boundaries? you're fucked up. ignoring anyone's boundaries means that you are denying them their damn humanity and treat that person as your entertainment and that's fucked up. get a look at yourself in the mirror and slap yourself because if YOU would be lashed out for setting your own boundaries, you'd be pissed and upset or heartbroken. none of you on the internet is entitled to saying anything against someone setting boundaries.

it's also fucked on another level because in this case we've had a talk about 'popularity'. ok, let's take that. the more people you interact with, the more important it to SET BOUNDARIES and to let everyone know what you're ok with and what you're not ok with. so many of us here as writers are being pretty transparent about our health, our life, and our struggles. once again: ALMOST EVERYONE HERE USES TUMBLR TO WRITE/VIBE AND BE AWAY FROM REALITY, we're here just enjoying our silly goofy moments and we meet too many strangers who better know where the fuck our lines are. so whenever someone sets boundaries, you fucking listen and not hide your head in the sand like a fucking ostrich. you listen and take that into consideration. it doesn't matter how 'popular' someone is. i honestly dislike these tags of popularity, yeah before when I was younger it was cool but now it's just tiring. this isn't high school and we ain't playing mean girls with local regina george to create a unified burn book. fuck that.

anyways, i'm rambling but like don't be a jealous bitch. we all feel envy at some point of being here, we compare ourselves to each other which causes us anxiety but keep that to yourself. so many of us here are literally here just to vibe. if you start getting bad thoughts/ideas/you start to feel bad - unfollow/block and forget. for sending out passive aggressive or aggressive anons just makes you, the sender, look both entitled, whiny and pathetic.

anyways, cheers to those who are honest about their boundaries, honest about their struggles, and try their damn hardest despite assholes sending passive aggressive or aggressive messages. you're doing great. anxiety and depression may tell you otherwise, but know that I stan you and you're amazing. i respect you and i cheer for you.

DO NOT REBLOG. DO NOT REPOST.

[remnants]

trying not to be a jealous bitch but when it was my birthday nobody wanted to go to chili's with me and they tried to last minute invite me out to the club with people i didn't know but now that it's somebody else's birthday they're putting all the care in the world into planning a sit down dinner at cracker barrel. THEY FUCKING HATE ME THIS IS SO UNFAIR.

[milobat]

What is avantasia relationship like with each family member (plus ches and lif)

yippee my first ask here!!!! thx for the ask <3

Avantasia's Relationships with her family, Uncle Ches, and Lif

Dee

polar opposites of each other, almost like they're clones of their parents.

these two have been headbutting each other since they were in the womb.

not a day would pass w/o these two fighting over the smallest things. snacks, the bathroom, who did what, etc. on rare occasions, the two would throw hands at each other.

"You ate my limited-edition spicy ramen imported from Korea, didn't you?!" *has some sauce on his lips* "Ionknow." "DON'T 'iOnkNOw' ME!! IT WAS EITHER YOU OR HEAVY!!"

Dee is jealous of Ava's musical talents and her ability to make friends easily, while Ava is jealous of Dee's quick thinking and his ability to control his emotions.

But they do care for each other.

Dee has to remind Ava to take breaks from practicing, and Ava has to reassure Dee from their dad's harsh but honest words.

Twin Telepathy™️

*giving an intense scowl.* "Don't you fucking do it." *grinning menecingly.* "Watch me, bitch."

Dee is overprotective of Ava. He still treats her as if she were still little, though he's 9 minutes older.

If there's anyone in a room and they have to discuss something in private, they have their own language to communicate (They made it up when they were kids. It's basically Gibberish.)

Heavy

She loves Heavy to death and will kill anyone who hurts him and herself.

Heavy looks up to her as a role model and is always in awe every time she plays her euphonium or any other instrument.

"So with the euphonium, you can blow your lips onto that and play a note?!" "More like buzzing your lips on the mouth piece, but yeah." "That's so cool!! I wanna try!!"

Ava teaches Heavy how to defend himself with all of the fighting skills passed down from their mom.

Most, if not all, of them end with Heavy crying and Ava trying her best to calm him down.

Homework with Heavy... Good God, Ava tries her best not to screech whenever he gets something wrong. She is helping him, though. It's better letting her help than Dee or Glam.

If she's not doing anything other than practicing music, then they just hangout together. Doing pranks, going on bike rides, watching movies...

"Avaaaa!!! Can we go to Curlton's and TP his neighbor's place?!" "Yeah yeah, give me a minute, Heavs."

He tries his best to defend his older sister from bullies (and fails), leaving Ava to fend off herself (successfully).

Glam

He's both a mentor and a father to Ava.

Glam switches from loving father to stern music teacher quickly every time she enters his office.

Checking on her instrument, fundamental techniques, tone production, scales, reading and playing difficult music, practicing techniques... It's all there.

He's even pressuring her to go to a conservatory and be the best of the best. Just like how his father did.

"Ava, you are breathing through the rests. Do it again" *huffs* "At least give me a few seconds to breathe, Dad..." "Not possible if you are auditioning or on stage."

Ava grits her teeth and tries not to get an outburst in front of him. Her head gets dizzy from buzzing her lips for hours on end.

But still, Glam still views Ava as his little angel.

He absolutely adored dressing her up in cute dresses and putting her hair up in pigtails when she was younger! (Ava hated every second of it.)

He starts to become aware when Ava is at "that age" when boys start to come to her. His piercing stares and eerie smiles start to become more and more intense whenever his daughter is even NEAR a boy.

Ava gets stressed out whenever she's with her dad in public, both because of his expectations and that he's just so lovey-dovey towards her.

"Yes, my dear Ava is the sweetest! I remember when she and Dee used to have tea parties all the time when they were little!" "Dad... please stop."

Victoria

They're besties!!!

Ava has looked up to her mom all of her life. This is how a REAL woman is like!

She's a mini version of her mom, only more controlled with her emotions and smarter.

Growing up, she was spooked that her daughter was gonna grow up to be one of those "girly girls." She's relieved that Ava grew up exactly like she did; playing with bugs and mud and hating dolls and dresses.

Teaching Ava how to ride a motorcycle was... an experience.

"So... this is the ignition??" "Wha- No, Ava. THAT'S the hand clutch. Now don't grip on it too hard-" BRRRRRRRRROOOM!! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

Needless to say, Ava was scared of motorcycles for a while.

Since she was a toddler, Vicky has been teaching Ava how to fight. Glam was a bit concerned about his wife's teaching methods.

She's proud to say that her daughter is as mighty and strong as her. She's even prouder when she's stronger than her brothers and other boys!

"Guess what mom? I gave those dickheads who were harassing me the other day intense purple nurples." "That's my girl!"

Ches

Ava enjoys Uncle Ches' company, even when he's spewing nonsense about GMILFs.

She and Dee visit his record shop weekly to check out new CDs and vinyls. Also to check up on him and how he's doing.

Ches, on the rare occasions when his mind is right, gives his niece some helpful music and life advice.

"Heyyy Ava, let the music speak for ya... Play the hell outta that lil' tuba." "It's called a euphonium, Uncle Ches."

Whenever Ches recalls his times with WhoAreThoseFreaksOnstage, Ava is emersed in the stories of him and her dad being rising rockstars.

She's even surprised whenever Ches recalls him and Glam's early days at the conservatory.

Lif

Ava sees Lif as her first "real" friend, since she's been relying on her brothers as friends throughout her life.

They get along well! They make playlists for each other, hangout at the graveyard, even Lif drew a bunch of portraits of Ava!

Dee is very fucking jealous of his sister by this point.

"Dude! That looks so fucking rad!!" "Aw, thanks! Maybe you can show me some of your drawing talents?" "Haha... It's been a while since I've last drew something."

Ava teases the hell out of Dee about his crush. She even says that she will steal Lif from him (As a joke...?)

Not only does Dee have to worry about Heavy, but Ava too, being close to Lif... This is War.