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rreskk · 1 year

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Can you make Trevor x reader where Trevor had a really rough day and want Reader to pay attention to him and be cuddled?

A/N: This was an fantastic idea, thank you!!

Summary: Trevor came home after an emotional day. He craves your affection and falls happy when receiving it.

You heard the door open to your apartment and Trevor stamped his way in. His shoes were kicked off with heavy weight and he held his shoulders low, his head slumping against his tough posture.

You frowned.

He never looked this down before. His back was turned and he hadn’t yet said anything to you. It was weird.

“You okay?” You raised the question, hoping to receive an answer to explain his current mood.

Trevor shrugged and rotated his head to face you. His eyes were sunken low and his mouth was inverted, almost miserably taunting his natural frown. There was a debt to his energy that made you shudder.

“What’s wrong?” You soon asked, however, it was more of a demand. This time you were stopping him from entering the apartment any further, restricting his movement as Trevor wouldn’t even bother to react. His lack of immediate response almost triggered your fight or flight.

Suddenly he’d mew out his words and paused your trail of thoughts.

“Everyone hates me.”

You scoffed at his nihilistic statement. “Who hates you?”

Trevor, out of the blues, crouched below and sat on the floor. He placed himself directly onto your shoe rack and just sat there, head hanging like it was on it’s last thread.

“Everyone does. Michael was right. I am a crazy psychopath.”

“Trevor,” You softly said while kneeling to his height. “I don’t hate you.”

For a moment he smiled but it was soon replaced by that unfamiliar lack of emotion of his face. You sighed, rubbing his arm before raising yourself back up.

Trevor quickly held you still, almost controllingly. His head was shaking, eyes almost steaming with uncontrollable tears.

“Where are you going?” He’d whisper to avoid his voice cracking.

You stuttered. “No where, Trevor. I was goin-“

“You are going to leave me?” That’s when he began to loosen his stiffness and crumbled beneath you.

Trevor clung onto your arm as he sniffled and stumbled onto the wooden floor. His babyish behaviour left you startled for a stone cold moment. You had no idea how to react but trying to lift his body mass, unsuccessfully doing so.

“Trevor, come on. Let’s go into the bedroom, yeah?” You grunted in discomfort.

He allowed you to soothe him affectionately, finally following your lead into the apartment further. Trevor almost hovered his way to your bedroom. His legs barely moved but he somehow glided. His head remained focussed on his feet but with the touch of your hand on his shoulders and neck, he calmly attracts your physical contact.

You pulled him into a warm embrace without any remarks or questions to challenge his unstable temper and emotions. This may be the reason for his visit as he finally remembered why he came to you out of everyone.

Trevor returned your hug and adored your attention that was directed to him. He felt seen, understood, wanted. The magic you have riddance his negativity.

#trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips #trevor gta #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft auto 5

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hugheshugs · 2 years

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the right words | q. hughes

inspired by "i would" by one direction

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summary: quinn has an innocent crush on a sweet girl with a not-so-sweet boyfriend. all he wants to do is help her, and their professor gives him the chance to do so when he pairs them together for an assignment.

pairing: nerd!quinn x reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: slightly controlling boyfriend

note: this is probably going to be a multi-part series. i love this idea sm

it hadn't taken long for quinn to recognize the way he treated you. your boyfriend, that is. at first it was love, it was lust— everything that came with a healthy relationship. but then it got dark. he'd treat you coldly and controllingly, used you as he wanted without you having any say.

quinn knew he could treat you better than that jerk but he was just a nerd amongst a crowd, so what voice did he have?

you lived on campus, as did most of your friends, so much of your time was spent at school. quinn only saw you in class or in the library occasionally — until mason, the jerk, pulled you away. quinn never really talked to you either, but you were a known sweetheart and that alone was enough to capture his attention.

your voice was like silk, soft to his ears. he only ever heard it when it was close enough, but it always managed to make his heart skip a beat. he was intrigued by you, infatuated with you, all he wanted was to be your knight in shining armour. save you from the evil you so bitterly called your partner.

you came into class with a sweet laugh and his head perked up. he held back a smile as you made your way to your usual seat with your boyfriend, the look on your face making him turn red. he was always so easily flustered, but you were just so beautiful. he couldn't help it.

"alright class, we're going to be doing something new this week," the professor's voice projected through the room.

"as you all know, our unit on free will is coming to an end. for your final project you'll be put into groups —partners, specifically— and you'll be writing an essay on whether you and your partner believe or don't believe we have free will."

a couple boos and sighs were let out but quinn remained neutral, his focus remaining on the way your leg bounced unnaturally quickly.

"you will not be able to choose your partners."

your leg went still.

"i've already chosen them for you."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, the grip on your thigh growing tighter. quinn's jaw clenched at the sight.

he hadn't even realized the prof had already concluded the lesson and started reading the pairs to the class until he heard his own name. he'd been in his head the whole time.

"quintin and daisy."

daisy meuler. she was an odd one, he wouldn't lie. he went to highschool with her and he remembered the time she tried snorting gummy worms. he could try to work around it.

"sorry, i misread that last one, quintin and y/n," he corrected.

quinn tried to remain calm as your gaze met his, and he realized he'd been caught staring. you simply gave him a small smile and turned back to your boyfriend who seemed to be looking at him teasingly.

his heart sunk to his stomach. after months of this silent, innocent crush he had on you, he'd finally get the chance to talk to you. he didn't want it. he much rather enjoyed letting you be, watching you from afar although he wished some nights to hold you in his arms. it was a contrasting feeling — he didn't want to mess anything up.

everyone began making their way towards their partners before heading out of class. he pushed his glasses up with his finger before gathering his things and making his way toward you, only before realizing you were already in front of him with your 6'4 guard dog standing behind you.

"hi, quintin, i don't think we've met before. my name's y/n," you introduced politely. "oh, and this is mason."

he never thought he'd hear his name so melodiously slip off your tongue.

"p-please, call me quinn. it's nice to.. to meet you," he replied shakily, resulting in a light chuckle from mason. his heart was beating faster than the time his mom caught him sneaking out to play video games with elias.

"i was just wondering when we could meet to work on our project. maybe i could get your phone number?"

"or you could just decide right now, you don't need this kid's number," mason gave an unwanted suggestion. you looked up at him and made a face, causing him to shrug and look around aimlessly.

"sorry about him," you apologized quietly. you both knew he could still hear but you still felt the need to say it. quinn desperately wanted to tell you not to apologize for another man's words yet refrained from doing so.

within an instant, your phone was being held out towards him. he hurriedly dug through his back pocket and handed you his own, hoping it wasn't warm.

y/n :) is what you saved your name as. he just put in quinn.

"thanks quinn. we can talk more about this tonight?" you asked as you began turning to make your way out.

"y-yeah, tonight," he nodded, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

you shot him a grin and that was the last of his first encounter with the girl he loved.

"when are you guys meeting up?" elias asked as they walked through the halls.

"literally right now— bye," quinn replied before making a beeline for the library.

elias chuckled, following closely behind before taking a seat far away from the two of you but still in sight. quinn slowly walked to where you sat, trying not to let his nervousness show as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

you were typing on your laptop when you saw him taking the seat in front of you. "oh, hey quinn."

his head turned to the side as he eyed you but you didn't think anything of it. something's wrong, he thought to himself. your smile lacked it's normal spark and your eyes looked tired. red, almost.

"hey, y/n. how are you?" he greeted, setting his bag on the chair beside him.

"i'm alright," you replied quietly. "and you?"

"excited t-to get started."

your eyes crinkled. "that's cute."

he swore he felt his heart stop. cute? him? he resisted the urge to say something along the lines of you're cute.

"how's your day been?" he asked curiously as he placed his things on the table. he saw the way you hesitated to answer.

"it's been good.. could have been better if i'm being honest but oh well," you shrugged. "so, wanna get started? since you're so excited."

he smiled at your teasing. if it was anyone else he would have taken it to heart, but you had no ill intentions. most people do. however, he felt as though you both shouldn't go on if you weren't in the best mood. he just wanted you to be okay, and you weren't.

"why don't we just take it easy today? we— we can always schedule another day to work on this. there's still a lot of time left until it's due," he suggested, not wanting to work you too hard. he'd hate it if working on this project made you feel worse.

"no, no, it's okay. i wouldn't want to waste your time like that," you shook your head, although you knew it would be a good idea.

"i insist. besides, it would.. it would be nice to get to know my p-partner before we got started."

he didn't know where his boldness came from, but the soft look in your eyes made it all worth it. as you let out a small sigh of defeat, he cheered internally, patting himself on the back.

"alright.. tell me about yourself."

"what?" the question flew out of his mouth before he had a moment to think. his face turned red as he resisted the urge to clamp a hand over his mouth.

you giggled. "don't shy away from me now, quinn. tell me about yourself. what do you do for fun? got any siblings? favourite colour?"

his mind went fuzzy. you were sweet like candy, but never once had he thought you'd want to know the simple things about him. he found himself struggling to breathe yet pushed through, not wanting to leave you hanging.

no stuttering, quinn. she's just a girl— she isn't just some girl— shut up, he thought.

"well i um, i like playing video games and watching movies. i have two younger brothers and.. my favourite colour is sage green."

you eyed him with a gleam and he almost felt like he'd said something weird. it wasn't until you finally opened your mouth that he let out a shakey breath of relief.

"your favourite colour is sage green?"

he nodded, almost timidly. your tone wasn't condescending, he was simply still in too much shock to speak.

"i would never have guessed," you said before you pushed your lips outward in thought. "and you're the oldest of three.. i'm an only child. do you love your brothers? what's it like?"

"i— it's fun. they tease me, most of the time," he replied, rubbing the back of his ear. "but i'd be nothing without them. everything i do is for them, at least that's what i like to think."

you processed his words for a moment. "movies and video games. tell me your favourites."

"marvel movies, all of them are my favourites. and video games.. i'd say valorant," he replied, blinking back the feeling in his heart.

"i've heard of valorant, i think mason plays it with his friends."

forgot about him, oops.

"favourite marvel character? i feel like that says a lot about a person," you asked, propping your arm up and resting your chin in your palm.

"and if i say the wrong one?" he asked uncertainly.

"i don't think you could ever say anything wrong, quinn. you have the sweetest soul," you paused for a moment. "watch you say something like black widow."

he chuckled along with you. "i like spiderman."

"no way," you gasped lightly. "smart boy likes the other smart boy? i should have guessed as much."

you saw the way his face slowly fell and your heart clenched. "hey, i didn't mean that in a bad way. i think it's pretty cute, and if it makes you feel better he's my favourite too."

cute? again?

"he is?" quinn perked up.

"mhm! i love bucky too," you nodded with a big, closed-mouthed smile. "i wonder what that says about me."

he gave you a small smile, adjusting his glasses. "i think it means you're really cool."

"thanks, peter. i think you're really cool too."

"peter?"

"it's fitting, am i wrong?"

"i don't think you could ever say anything wrong, y/n."

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angeltannis · 5 months

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Ok I watched the last actual episode of Make Your Mark (minus Secrets of Starlight, which I’ll be watching next time) and honestly, for all the crap I and other people gave it (some deserved)…this show was really good. No, it wasn’t FiM, and the cheap animation didn’t do it any favors, but you can tell there was a lot of heart and love put into this by writers working with what they had. Finding out that there were issues with the IP rights of G4 and that they had to pay royalties to Discovery Family every time they used a FiM character (!) suddenly made the lack of G4 stuff make a lot more sense. They were stuck writing a continuation of G4 with barely any ability to reference G4. What a mess.

Anyway, I thought the wrap-up was great. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but I ultimately really liked the approach to Opaline, building her up slowly over 27 episodes. One of the few things I didn’t care for in FiM was when villains powerful enough to destroy the world would wing in out of nowhere 4 or 5 or more seasons in. Opaline being crazy, world-controllingly powerful by the end actually felt earned. It felt built up to. And Misty getting to confront her, as I’d hoped she would, was excellent. Still surprised by the way they managed to incorporate a whole arc about parental abuse into this show aimed at 2-8 year olds. I hope it reaches some kids who really need that message.

Overall, I’m sad to see MYM go. I think there could have been so many more stories to tell. I’ve watched a lot of Tell Your Tale, but 5 minute episodes just don’t lend themselves as well to storytelling and character development.

I guess I’m glad it existed at all. 💜

#mlp mym #mlp #mlp spoilers #my little pony #my little pony make your mark #I cried ngl #esp at the part where Opaline thought she had stolen all the world’s magic bc she had all the cutie marks #and Sunny was like ‘but don’t you know what FRIENDSHIP is?’#I was like I DO 😭 IT’S MAGIC 😭

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capybara-on-the-ezh · 9 months

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would ''mi jo lawa'' be ''i have control'' [it would also mean ''i have a head!!'' which sounds less cool [or woudl it because of maybe needing e??? gahhhhh]] [help]

you would definitely need "e" for either of those two meanings! "mi jo lawa" might mean something like "i controllingly have". "mi jo e lawa" could mean (or more accurately, encompasses the semantic space of both of) "i have control" and "i have a head". context is key to interpreting toki pona!

#toki pona

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aeide-thea · 2 years

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[ab*rtion cw—sorry to censor but i TRULY don't want to get into this with t*rfs again so i hope this suffices as a heads-up for anyone tired or triggered! go ahead and hit the J key; i feel you.]

also hm. longer post later maybe if i remember (he says, knowing he won't remember), but i feel like a thing being missed by some ppl's analyses of Who Is Impacted by the Ab*rtion Issue (absolutely including mine to begin with!) is the sort of, hm, ricocheting intensifying effect it's likely to have on people's thinking (and presumably on subsequent legislation as well)—like, this isn't just a question of 'oh, this is going to have immediately materially terrible effects on people who can get pregnant,' it's, 'the people supporting this are thinking about this in a deeply, disrespectfully, controllingly misogynistic sort of way, such that even though materially it's about fecundity, the conceptual framing rests on, and reifies, a cisnormative bioessentialist definition of Womanhood and the state's power to violently control that; and confirming that framing in law is going to confirm and compound it in people's minds, which in turn will have the diffuse trickledown effects that misogyny/cisnormativity/transphobia always have, such that it is, in fact, bad for anyone in the crosshairs of that matrix of prejudice (incl. cis women who are infertile for whatever reason and, yes, trans women too!), not just the narrower set of people who can get pregnant.'

#like. a truly unreadable post sorry but. if you can unpick that.#luv 2 write 200-word sentences. hashtag chickpea lyfe #also like. lotta stuff abt race here for sure bc you KNOW when these ppl are thinking abt Innocent Babies they're picturing white ones #although it's not like they're gonna turn up their nose at the opportunity to criminalize POC who seek abortions either so. double win!#anyway that piece of it is not my area of expertise but i very extremely didn't want 2 make this post without acknowledging it #we gotta be as intersectional as we possibly can manage here. it matters so enormously (as indeed it always has).#gotta be careful with one another so we can be dangerous etc.#similarly gay cis men are implicated by this in both (a) straightforward privacy/equality law ways i've seen mentioned #and (b) the way you can't actually embolden misogyny and cisnormativity and transphobia without emboldening homophobia #so. we're all in this together really.#love you all. <3

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braveolpabear · 2 years

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Sha Coon is the tyrannical leader of The Raccoon Bandits. She has a bitter grudge against Papa Bear along with his guardian angel Jodie the Heavenly Whippet mostly due to them almost always ruining her fellow Raccoon henchmen various schemes, even getting one or more of them beaten up on numerous occasions. Sha Coon also a personal vendetta against the wise jungle shaman Porko aka The Hogfather because he is the one who provided both Papa Bear and Jodie two powerful Animal Wands of unlimited magical power. Although she lacks in certain physical training she is controlling, devious, cunning and dangerously manipulative. Sha Coon seems to have a fond relationship with Kariah the controllingly opperessive Dragoness Empress from the planetoid Medievilonia mainly due to their similar desire for absolute power. Together with The MediEvil Dragons, The Coyote Gang and her fellow Raccoon Bandits Sha Coon makes more than a worthy threat to the barnyard🦝🐗🐷🐉

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suspicious-whumping-egg · 1 year

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I’m thinking a lot about Hale today. He’s just so cutee!! I wanna squish his face affectionately and kiss the tip of his nose! I wanna tie him up and delicately run the blade of a scalpel over every inch of his skin. I wanna bite chomp slice tear. I wanna tell him how cute he is all shaking and terrified. I wanna smear blood on his face controllingly

He would hate you!!!! I love all those ideas…. Hale covered in blood 😌😌😌

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huehnerhuut · 2 years

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for saudi arabia being so 💫controllingly modest💫 i think the prince deserves to be sexualised more. he absolutely fucks. would absolutely destroy this man. i could fix him. they fr need to start covering his face

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hurtthemgently · 1 year

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12+36 forrr writer mostly bc i think it would be silly

“Am I lonely? Up here in the clouds? Of course not! I’ve got the birds! And dear Cato.” They step behind him and squeeze his face controllingly. “And soon I’ll also meet his.. ‘friend”

Cato looks like he’s about to say something, probably a threat, to Writer. They cut him off.

“As for the second one- No. Cato has not ever scared me.” They seem like they could be lying.

“Wait stop that!” They’re startled by the description, not wanting certain details about themself to be revealed.

“Seriously stop! This isn’t funny.” They shouted, in a direction that wasn’t the audience or Cato, but was.. something else.

“Okay I’m leaving. Sorry not sorry Cato for leaving you up here, I’ll come back after I know they’re gone.” They gave a pointed look and disappeared.

#akau asks #all knowing all undone #I’ve referenced a huge world building twist in here #and I’m super excited for someone to realize the implications

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branded-perceptions · 3 months

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Both in-group (like during Corona Pandemic) and out-group (like during Israel-Palestine or Ukraine conflicts)

apathy

arises as we via our aspirations ("inner predictions" of Free Energy Principle Karl Friston)

emotionally invest in socially constructed stories of economic & cultural capital incentives, status, praise, reward streams and conceptualised ideologies / group-identities / mimetic stories of 🔍"Gary Vee talks about legacy"

that then especially the upon that dependend leaders calibrate mental boundaries (repressed anger: 🔍dark side of gary vee) upon

leading to SHARED FORECLOSURES

[psychological foreclosure as group dynamic creating economic foreclosures (banking term) as double-entendre: 🔍C-19 pandemic biggest wealth transfer (economic foreclosure) was created via ineffective & irrational pandemic measures due psychological foreclosures]

amongst those who believe to "compete" within same social structures.

They believe (🎵LOST INSIDE🤥😷😇, ADORABLE ILLUSION AND I CANNOT HIDE)

to "compete" & "serve market demands" (🎵ONCE I HAD A LOVE AND IT WAS GAS🎈: 📽Gary Vee before going on stage Neemanaz)

when ACTUALLY they rather collude to abuse average populations' desires (🎵I'M THE ONE YOU'RE USING, PLEASE DON'T PUSH ME ASIDE)

in a shared emotional interest they via CONCEIT defend as socially controllingly perception managed "go(o)d"🤥😷😇

(stay safe, 🔍One love💉 vaynermedia: 🎵SEEMED LIKE THE REAL THING, ONLY TO FIND, MUCH O' MISTRUST, LOVE'S GONE BEHIND)

due via idealistically rationalised concepts (🎵ONCE I HAD A LOVE AND IT WAS DIVINE🤥😷😇, SOON FOUND OUT I WAS LOSING MY MIND)

shared neurotically "positively" repressed anger that would be triggered by reality testing

(📽Dr. John Campbell Excess deaths, lack of debate: 🎵IF I FEAR I'M LOOSING YOU, IT IS JUST NO GOOD)

outside of shared foreclosure

(🎵IT SEEMED LIKE THE REAL THING, BUT I WAS SO BLIND)

that is constructed via 📚"propaganda edward bernays" like brand love as indirect, irrational from causal reality detached🎈 pimped🤡💄🤳 stories like advertising mirrored

🎵HEART OF GLASS - BLONDIE

for which society needs more introspection:

🎵YEAH RIDING HIGH LOVE'S TRUE BLUISH LIGHT

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safesthavenoutsideofexistence · 8 months

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SUPERNATURAL AFFIRMATIONS:

I'M BEYOND STUPENDOUSLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND UNPRECEDENTEDLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND JAWDROPPINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND MINDSHATTERINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND EXISTENCE-SHAKINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND LOGIC-DEFYINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND GRAVITY-DEFYINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND TIME-DEFYINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND TIME-CONTROLLINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND AWE-INSPIRINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND BREATHTAKINGLY SUPERNATURAL

I'M BEYOND UNSURPASSABLY SUPERNATURAL

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underwheres-simblr · 1 year

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The Novikovs

I made this family around the two young siblings standing behind the couch. Serefin & Lilya. The house head is Ruslan Novikov, sat in the center.

My Gshade Preset I Used for Pics

last pic: gshade preset from 1800simz

Some Poses Used: 1, 2, 3, 4

Download the base I used for Nikhit (Long gray hair) here! from WistfulPoltergeist

From Left to Right:

Dimitry Novikov -- The son of Malachaisz and his first late wife.

Extremely reckless, more interested in owning and managing nightclubs than anything else. Always desperate for jobs to do that help the family, and yet almost always failing miserably, making him more of a bystander than he'd like. Around 26, ill-tempered, hasty, and a little foolish. ( A lotta foolish)

Malachaisz Novikov -- Brother of Ruslan.

Tattooed from his cheekbones to his toes. Malachaisz has been in prison repeatedly, often taking the fall for anyone else involved. Unlike the rest of the family, Malachais doesn't suffer from anger issues and instead remains extremely cool headed and stoic. Some even say he has an incredibly kind face, gentle, and calm, though he can be the cruellest when pertaining to family business.

Dasha Novikov -- Malachaisz' second wife.

In her early twenties. Loves anything glamorous and gaudy. Relishes in all the expensive jewelry that Malachaisz dons on her. Probably really enjoys taunting her step son. Overly talkative, sometimes to a dangerous degree.

Idrina Novikov -- Sister of Ruslan and Malachaisz.

Huge party girl in her youth, and common recipient of scoldings from her brothers and father of bringing shame to the family name. She has shaped up in adulthood, and is often running the books and taxes. Obsessed with glamour and clinging to a beauty that is fading.

On the couch:

Ravina Novikov -- Wife of Ruslan, Mother of Serefin & Lilya.

Cold does not begin to describe the ice queen that is Ravina. Sociopathic, calculated, meticulous. The only time she shows an ounce of tenderness is towards her children, who she only truly sees as extensions of herself. Ravina is hard to understand. She wears rare jewels and necklaces from long dead Russian queens, but is not overly interested in them. She carefully, controllingly tends to the lives of her children, choosing their clothes and their prestigious academies, but seems uninterested in them as individuals. She smiles softly in pictures with her husband, even going so far as to touch shoulders or hands, but after the shutter clicks she is quick to move away.

Ruslan Novikov -- House head. Father of Serefin & Lilya. Eldest brother to Idrina & Malachaisz.

Where his wife is ice, Ruslan is fire. Hot headed and extremely volatile. Ruslan plays the role of a stoic politician, projecting an image of a powerful family man. Ruslan's efforts in regard to enterprising brought the Novikovs back from his father's bankruptcy, and his intellect regarding economics and control have ushered the Novikovs into a brand new caste. Stone hearted and iron fisted. Shows a degree of tenderness only towards his mother, though it seems more out of duty than any care. Serefin and Lilya both look more like Ravina, adding to his reluctance to interact with them on any level. Theres a deep hatred of his wife and children that dwells inside of him.

Nikolina Novikov -- The matriarch. Mother to Ruslan, Idrina, and Malachaisz.

Nikolina never bothers to speak in English, preferring the mother tongue in a harsh, creaking voice. She is blind and etched with a permanent scowl. She's been the source of a lot of Serefin's nightmares since he was a child. Bitterness in a human form. Nikolina sits in family meetings and listens, speaking only in a whisper from time to time. Responsible for some of the cruellest decisions.

From Left to Right:

Serefin Novikov -- My boy! Around 18/19. Responsible for ruining countless family photos. Serefin owns anger issues, always has bruised knuckles or broken fists. Since he was a teen has modeled for countless mugshots, drenched in blood and grinning. Bisexual, with a tendency towards pretty boys. Rejects everything about the Novikov family. Has been expelled from four boarding schools, has had to get his nose and jaw set on 7 occasions, and despite all of this is kind of a nerd. He has a strict schedule of waking up at 5 am and gets frustrated when his schedules are upset. He keeps his room incredibly tidy and hates mess. He cherishes alone time and likes to read classic literature, even romance novellas. Truly loves only his sister.

Lilya Novikov -- Around 16/17. With the attention constantly on Serefin and his expulsions, Lilya has become extremely secretive. She plays a part for the outside world and her family, dressing in simple clothes and letting her mother tend her hair. This version of Lilya is quiet, rarely speaking. A perfect child, excellent grades and a skilled piano player. The other version of Lilya is the one who sneaks out and changes her clothes on the bus, drinks in warehouse parties and takes pills from strangers. The only one who knows is Serefin, and all they have to do is exchange a glance to know what each other is thinking.

Nikhit Novikov -- A cousin of Ruslan.

Recently immigrated from the mother country, Nikhit's accent is harsh and his sentences are mixed between English and Russian. Nikhit may be perceived as reckless and impulsive, the clown of the family. He jokes and speaks too loudly, but knows how to become serious when the moment needs. He's seen as another uncle to Serefin & Lilya.

Oksana Novikov -- Sister of Nikhit.

A recent addition to the family. Oksana is a bit of a serious spinster, and seems to hold a leash attached to Nikhit. The two are very close and seem satisfied only with each other. Oksana deals in jewelry and paperwork, often catering to wealthy celebrities. A businesswoman at heart.

#sims 4 #simblr #simblur

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tryst-art-archive · 1 year

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Context: Emotional Abuse Round 3

I think it's now time to acknowledge that the third round of emotional abuse from a girl i was friends with was in progress at this point in time.

The problem is, I'm not sure exactly when it started. Unlike the prior instances, it didn't begin when I met the person in question, but it was definitely already happening by this point. She had a habit of latching onto people's wrists and twists or tightening her grip until it hurt when she got upset with you, and I know that had been happening for a year or two already by '08.

I didn't become aware of my fear of her until I was in college (and consequently more removed from her), and I didn't realize it had been emotional abuse until after she had abused someone else in my life and that person had gone to therapy for the PTSD the abuse caused. Our experiences with this girl were so similar that it became impossible to deny that we'd both been victims.

So, it was happening again, and the place that's most visible is in my attitude toward my local friend group. Internal to myself, I was planning to get away from them all as soon as possible. The plan was essentially to repeat how I'd gotten away from the first girl to behave controllingly toward me.

But it was harder to get away this time.

#context #info #me #emotional abuse #00s #2008 #Age 17

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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i just want some heavy predator prey smut with techno and fem reader. maybe some size kink in there?

okay bestie :) i recommend this playlist just because it bangs severely. happy reading!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓. ⚚ 𝐜!𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: c!Technoblade x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), smut, size kink, asphyxiation, domination

The snow was beginning to seep into your boots and your arms were tired from being attentive for so long, but you didn’t dare make those facts known. You dug the string of your bow into your finger pads to keep blood flow circulating. The sky seemed to darken, snowflakes beginning to fall. The slender trees in the forest seemed like beacons against the white weather.

You felt Techno’s hand settle in the crook of your neck, pulling you into a crouching position in front of him. You nearly fell against him at the force as he hushed you softly. He nodded towards a distant part of the trees, your eyes following his movement to spot a deer in the distance. You exhaled softly, standing back up and squaring your shoulders.

As you drew your bow, Techno’s large hands rested on your hips, his lips beside your ear. His breath was warm against your neck as he pressed himself against you. “Do it,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck and sending heat throughout your body.

You could barely steady your grasp with his hold on you, so the arrow missed. The deer sprinted in the opposite direction, making Techno chuckle darkly in your ear. His teeth nipped at your shoulder as you leaned into his hold. “Guess I’ll just have you for dinner then,” he quipped lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. Your feet were cement at his words, his fingers digging into your skin. You knew exactly what was running through his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a head start, love,” he sarcastically cooed.

At that, you broke from his hold, discarding your weapons at his feet as you took off into the darkness of the forest, your hair knotting in the wind as you sprinted. You were quiet, barely making noticeable tracks like he’d taught you. If anyone was a match for him in a game like this, it was you. You could hear him counting down from ten, keeping his word.

The winter breeze was wreaking havoc against your cheeks as it nipped at your skin, while you picked up your pace, running as fast as your legs could carry you as you tried to stay out of his line of vision. You pressed your back against a large lightning-struck tree, covering your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath.

You couldn’t hear him counting anymore. Either you were far enough away that the wind took his voice with it, or he’d stopped. You heard a twig snap in the distance. He’d done it on purpose to startle you. You peered around the tree, searching for him before slinking to another tree. The bark of your newfound tree bit into your hands. You had the right mind to cut your finger and spread your scent a bit more to make it harder for him to find you.

You listened quietly, trying to hear his movements. Your heart raced with anticipation and adrenaline, waiting for him to jump out and scare you at any moment. He liked working you up and letting you turn into a nervous wreck before demolishing you, but you knew he was a bit more eager today.

You pushed away from the tree, looking behind you as you began to move deeper into the forest. Your breath came out in head clouds as you zig-zagged your way to a new spot, peering over a fallen log. The moonlight cast itself against the thin trees, drawing slender shadows through the woods.

You got up, appalled and slightly prideful that he hadn’t found you yet. You climbed over the log, staying low as you moved to get a better look. As you leaned against another tree, eyes narrowing as you looked in the direction you came, the air around you grew warmer. Techno’s hand was soon pressing against your throat and pulling you against his chest. “Found you,” he hummed, voice low and animalistic in your ear.

In a flash, he twisted to pin you against the tree, grip still controllingly against your throat. His frame towered over you as he roughly pressed his lips to yours, gulping up your moans as they spilled into his mouth. His fingers dug into your hip, fisting your clothing in his free hand and brazenly grinding his hips against yours.

You whimpered as his grip on your throat tightened, moving your hands to wrap around his waist before snaking towards his belt. He groaned against your lips, his mouth moving to etch his teeth into your neck as he tugged your pants down. You gasped at the chill racing through your body, only for it to be silenced as Techno’s mouth sealed against yours again.

His hands hooked beneath your thighs before driving himself into you. Your head pressed against the wood behind you as you moaned at the feeling of him and his rough grip on you. You grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into his clothing in an attempt to adjust yourself.

He let out a dark chuckle before rutting his hips into yours with a grunt. “You’re so small; I could break you so easily,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck as his tongue lapped against the bruises already forming against your sensitive skin.

You let out a higher-pitched moan, his speed becoming rougher and quicker as he pinned you against the tree. “Maybe you’re just too big,” you rasped; voice suddenly becoming lost in your attempt to not lose his mind. Snowflakes were beginning to stick to his clothing and hair; you couldn’t imagine what you looked like as it melted against your skin.

You could feel him smiling as his lips pressed against the skin behind your ear, fingers wrapping around your neck again. “I love hearing you struggle to take me all the way,” he nearly growled against your skin, thrusting himself inside you as he bit into your skin. “It was so easy to catch you. I know you did it on purpose, bunny.”

You shook your head quickly as his grip tightened, controlling your breathing. You bit your lip, keeping yourself from moaning out his name like it was the only word you knew. You felt your toes beginning to curl with each of his thrusts as he brought you to the edge of your orgasm.

His hands moved to grip your hips, driving himself deeper into you and hitting your sweet spot. He noticed the way your mouth dropped open slightly, clouds of your breath mixing with his as he smirked at you. “Does that feel good, pet?” He nipped, basking in the way you whimpered in response to him.

His voice was low, dripping with lust and passion as he moaned in your ear, praising you for taking the sheer size of him again and again. You knew he loved the look of you stuffed with him more than anything.

The tension within you was building at an unruly pace, your panting a signal to Techno as he looked at you with pride before finishing you off. His name rolling from your lips as if he were your last meal.

#technolovers #techno smut #techno x y/n #techno fanfic #techno x reader #techno x you #technoblade x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt smut

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