#family members are fucking toxic and i hate them

[emmmsie]

This is important.

#toxicity #toxic behavior #family members are fucking toxic and i hate them #toxic family #toxic parents #love yourself #positive #DO WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOU #LIVE FOR YOU #LOVE YOU #YOU ARE IMPORTANT #mental health awareness

[ishizizzle]

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#toxic family members being excommunicated from my life is my mutha fucking jam #since they wont respect my boundaries they can respect the court #The older i get the more shit clicks into place in my head like i should've done this years ago #I'm greedy i need to file one against my mom next #this is why you should never delete those texts fellow teens #when ppl think they can talk to you any type of way guess what they do? #when someone shows you who they are believe them #you gotta watch family closer than you watch friends (in my life lessons lol) fuck blood that shit thin #if this claim gets denied though because i didnt know about these last two documents i needed #i have no problem filing it again shit i want these people out of my life they are borderline stalkers #my anxiety has been steadily worsening ever since i moved back home i hate it i gotta get outta here #it me

[reasonsforhope]

Btw, if you really just Need A Job (tm)

I'd really recommend looking into care work

Care work here is specifically being a home care aid, a care aid or assistant at any kind of residential home.

This for usually for elderly or disabled adults - and those are the ones that tend to be most entry level, from what I've seen, but also for mental health, addiction recovery etc. (With the obvious caveat that some of these jobs will be more emotionally intense than others)

I'm so serious about this guys. I was applying to jobs in care work for just three weeks, starting a couple days before Christmas, and in that time I got three interviews, two jobs offers, and five additional interview requests

Care work needs people CONSTANTLY

because it's a huge sector but very hard for them to keep staff long-term. Partly because it can be high burn-out, and there's definitely toxic places out there you should watch out for. And partly because a lot of people think care work is beneath them

AND they ACTUALLY MEAN IT when they say they're entry level. Because it's so hard for them to get staff that a lot of them will advertise super aggressively that they will train you themselves. A lot of them will straight up pay for your CPR and First Aid certifications, once they hire you, too (and you can get a leg up on applications by getting a CPR/First Aid certification for like. $30 to $80, at least in the US). They also accept experience taking care of elderly/disabled/etc. family members as real experience

Like, obviously don't do it if you hate taking care of people, but if you're open to it, it's probably by far your best shot of getting hired rn, statistically

(eta: Genuinely disclaimer that it can be super taxing emotionally and large portions of the industry are indeed fucked, and def don't take a job in this field if you're gonna be an asshole to the people you're caring for, but sometimes you just need whatever job you can get.)

Seriously, though, the first time I applied for a care work job (in October 2023, yes short timeline, like I said there's some toxic workplaces etc. out there), I applied to like ten or fifteen jobs over the course of a week or so. Within three weeks, I was working.

(And they did provide all of the training, fwiw)

If you need a job and no one is hiring, seriously consider looking into it

#not news #advice #adulting #jobs #job search #layoffs #me #care workers #care work #insert legal disclaimer about I can promise no results here lol but I wanted to share the tip #admittedly your chances are a lot higher if you're comfortable doing stuff like changing an adult's diaper #a thing which very many people get really unnecessarily snobby about #you don't have to be comfortable doing so yourself if you just aren't #that's fair enough considering some of the things involved #but don't be an ableist jerk about it to people who wear one #but yeah there are jobs where nothing like that is necessary so don't rule it out if you're not comfortable #job loss #jobsearch #unemployed #career advice #jobseekers #employment #fuck capitalism #cost of living crisis

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus’ lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing. 

trigger warnings (overall): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who’s around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies.

trigger warnings (in this part): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies, mentions of gaining weight and wearing a corset (patrick bateman vibes), i really hope it doesn't seem like bodyshaming, reader has problems only with her own body.

prologue.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒.

another day. another chance to win him over. 

y/n could be named for many things: a filthy liar, a nepo-baby, a psychopath or simply a crazy girl, but she was never, ever lazy. waking up, she always had the same routine: getting out from the bed, changing into her underwear she wore the day before, making her hair up into a bun, spreading carbon on her teeth to be white as marble. working out, even if it hurt, because how could she be the best wife ever for coriolanus if she was lazy and out of shape? through workout, she thought about who she is. i am y/n y/l/n, youngest member of the house y/l/n. we are noble, i am noble, and i deserve everything what i have now. i am beautiful, clever and nobody can ever drag me down. the people who hate me are only envious of my life, my body and my mind, but they’re all going to soil. i love the life i have, and i will appreciate every single second of the life i will have when i achieve my goals. i have every tool i can use to win, and i will use them to be the woman i want to be. it’s not far away, and everyday is a chance to be closer to the woman i want to be.

after that, taking a bath, scrubbing her body with a sponge, so her skin would always be silky, using her razor to get rid of the unwanted, ugly hair on her body. smearing vanilla and rose oil onto her skin: vanilla for being gentle, and rose for coriolanus. brushing her teeth, washing down the charcoal, washing teeth with the regular toothpaste. sitting in front of her dressing table, picking her eyebrow, putting cosmetic oils and serums on her cleavage, her neck and her face. while letting it dry, picking out the outfit of the day, calling in her maid, hortense to help her with the corset if she felt that she gained too much weight because of the medicine, or was on her period. y/n hated so-called red days, and waited for the day when she could bear her husband’s children. putting her clothes on, sitting at the dressing table again, her maid helped her if she wanted a special hairstyle. checking her manicure, it was now soft pink, it’ll match with her clothes. making her hair, she did her makeup, curling her eyelashes, putting a little chili on her lips to be so full –it hurt like hell, but how could she be perfect if she didn’t put effort in it?, whilst repeating another list in her mind. this was for coriolanus. 

be kind with him, but never too kind. be kind and modest with everybody else, so they won’t notice it. agree with him in the things that are important, but also speak your mind if he seems doubtful. speak your feelings to convince him, you are important to him. always accept his help, but don’t make redundant situations, don’t look like the damsel in distress. make him feel special, let him be the man he is, make him feel that you support him and his plans, but never make too big promises. don’t look pathetic, don’t show your emotions too much. never talk about him to others, only if they mention him, talk good about him, and talk bad about others if it’s needed. don’t make a scene if something doesn’t work your way, it will sooner or later. take action when it’s the right time. 

applying lipstick as the last step, she was ready to step out from home. y/n knew she had a strict routine, but doing mornings on autopilot let her think about more important things, like her daily plans. first destination was the school where coriolanus was, but first, she needed to get her papers after graduating, after that they’re gonna have lunch together, and then, she’ll look for the letters to see if volumnia gaul accepted her application. probably she will, she knows her entire family, how great they are, and she probably heard about y/n herself too. 

“good morning ms. y/l/n, how are you?” lacy, her sister’s maid asked her as she carried the laundry in a big basket through the hallway on the ground floor. 

“i slept well, lacy, thank you. where is my sister?” 

“your sister, morphia went to arrange the flowers and the cake for her marriage. i am so happy for her, ms. y/l/n!” 

y/n couldn’t decide if lacy was truly happy or just acting. but she wasn’t a threat, so y/n didn’t care. 

“me too, lacy.” 

her father was sitting at the head of the table, reading the tabloids, her mother, lorelei was eating some eggs with meat, some gin in her glass on the side. 

“this pheasant is really good, cyril.” she mentioned, looking up to see her youngest child. “oh, my sweet, y/n! good morning.” 

“good morning, mommy.” she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, going to her father, she waited until he stopped reading the tabloid and looked at her. her father, cyril y/l/n was really strict, but not as strict as crassus snow. once, after her father made her burn the flowers she tore off from their garden and beat her, her mother stroked her cheek, saying “oh, honey, don’t be sad. your father is a good man, not like crassus snow. i think you should be glad that you don’t have him as your father.” so this way, y/n was happy. or so her mother thought. 

“good morning, father.” she told him too, giving him a kiss on the cheek too. she could do that until she was eighteen, after that, only the greeting was acceptable. y/n saw once, when morphia tried to kiss her father when she passed eighteen, she got slapped across the face. but they were happy, weren’t they? 

“how’s your application with gaul?” he asked as y/n sat down. 

“i handed it in yesterday. probably a letter will wait for me in the afternoon.” 

“why, what will you do today?” 

“cyril, i already told you that! your butler even wrote it down for you!” her mother whined, looking at her daughter. y/n took a slice of bread, reaching for the butter and the knife. 

“don’t mind it, mother. i’m going to the school to get my graduating papers, then have lunch with coriolanus, and then–”

“coriolanus snow? that boy and his family are broke, his father was gullible and got killed by the rebellion. why are you humbling yourself in his presence?” 

control. control your face, your hands. y/n’s fist curled around the knife tighter, grabbing it with real force. 

“i know, but he has great talent. and he’s gonna be the next president of panem.” she replied calmly, looking at him. sometimes she fantasized about stabbing him there, at the head of the table. 

“president of panem? y/n, you are so amusing when you say things like this. but i truly hope your words will become reality someday. crassus wasn’t gullible, everybody was afraid through the first rebellion.” his face softened, just as he spoke to a three year old. 

“yes, honey! your father doesn’t doubt you, he’s just amazed at what you are saying.” her mother added, sipping on her gin, batting her lashes. it wasn’t even ten in the morning, as she was already wasted. after eating the slice of bread, y/n stood up, hiding the knife into her sleeve. 

“i’m going out, but i’m gonna be here for the letter. please don’t open up before me.” she asked, making her father look up. 

“hortense is going to bring it to your room.” 

“thank you, father.” 

“honey, you didn’t even touch the caviar and the honey, please eat some more!” 

kissing her mother’s cheek again, y/n looked at her. she got her eyes, her mother was truly beautiful when she was young, acrimonious lips talked cyril only married lorelei because of her looks. nevertheless, the creed family was also noble, y/n only had to bear festus’ horrible personality twice a year, christmas and the reaping. 

“don’t worry mommy, i’ll be fine.” 

she could work easily with an empty stomach, getting back to her room, preparing her bag. looking at the medicines, she put the bottle under her clothes. she didn’t need these pills that made her useless, slow and lazy anyway, she needed something else… and she knew her horrible cousin, festus got that white, powdery thing. grabbing the butterknife from under her sleeve, she touched it. it was the worst knife ever, blunt and short, like some of the fighters in the games. y/n loved her father, respected him and counted on his words, but questioning her and laughing at her, it was the exception if it came to love and respect. and if her father is doubting her again, she will–

funk! well, who thought that people could stick butter knives into the wall? 

arriving at the school, showing her papers that she was a private student, the secretary gave out her graduation stuff. nodding, the secretary told some things, but her mind was focused on finding festus. going to the main hall, everybody whore red, y/n was the only outstander with her black skirt, soft pink blouse and black blazer. every school uniform was truly awful, the capitol is the wealthiest in all panem, couldn’t they make it a little bit more… pleasant? it’s a shame that every fabric is on their hand, available, and still, they style it horrible. nevermind, festus was there, chatting with that bitch arachne and that fucker pliny harrington. 

“hey, festus, hey, everybody. can we talk for a minute?” she turned to her cousin. festus looked at her, smirked, then looked at the others. 

“of course. sorry, it’s only a minute.” he said to them, walking to one of the corners with y/n. leaning to one of the marble piles, he dug his hands into his pockets. “so, what do you want?”

“why are you asking me so pitiless?” y/n blinked at him. for some people, formality in family could seem heartless, but she was relieved that she didn't need to waste her time if she didn't want to.

“you talk to me only if you need something.” 

“me? don’t be ridiculous, i helped with all your assignments in school, what would your mother say if she heard that?” y/n couldn’t be a big gamer if she didn’t knew the connections in her environment perfectly well. seeing how festus’ face became a little bit rigid, she continued. “anyway, i want from that white dust you gave me last time.”

she couldn’t even carve a wider grin on his face, even if she wanted to.

“so you liked it? it’s better than your stupid pills.” y/n had a poker face, but she wondered how he got to know. “you’re not the only one who knows things in the family.” fucker, you don’t even know everything, yet you still play like you’re the most clever. the funny thing is that it ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble, no. it's what you know for sure that just ain't so.

“i have business somewhere else soon, can i get it or not?”

“it will cost some money, but i am always happy to help my family.” oh, fuck off. y/n reached her hand like she wanted to shake hands with him, and this way, demand and supply met. “if you drink some of it, it’ll be better. you are a crazy bitch y/n, but if snow really will be the president, remember me as one of your biggest supporters.” he smiled. “oh, and volumnia heard some of his great ideas about getting more audience for the games. if you’ll work for her, that ugly power couple thing can be really dangerous.” what ideas? she knew it was a problem that the game wasn't so popular, and he thought that coriolanus wasn’t so interested in that. of course, until now, because big money was at stake, and everybody was prowling around the corner. y/n curled the corner of her lips up under duress, bidding goodbye to festus. she wasn’t gonna take it now, she used it only for emergencies.

now, she could completely focus on coriolanus. where was he? walking to the other long hallway, looking around, he was nowhere despite that they stuck to eleven am yesterday. suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulder, making her turn. 

“there you are!” there he was. y/n could look at him for an eternity, could he look better under eleven hours? everything about him was perfect, from the way he looked to the point he talked, and y/n almost tasted the sweetness when his mind was forming those clever, great thoughts. and his looks? she knew they could have the most precious children; angel blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jawline she could kiss a million times, his body was sculpted by the gods who were looking down on them, and she prayed every night to the deities so they could be each other’s one day. in y/n’s mind, coriolanus wasn’t just a boy or a soon-to-be-man. no, he was the base of everything, he had everything that y/n needed, and y/n was raised truly the best way. nobody else could get in the near of the perfection he formed, and y/n could see the future. the future, where they marry, she is in the longest, most beautiful white dress full with gemstones like rubies, sapphires, diamonds and emeralds, vowing endless loyalty to each other, the whole world is envious of the wealth they have. the future, where he becomes the president of panem, leading the nation with a strong hand and making decisions with a strong mind, while y/n helped to make the games more impressive, more dangerous, more cruel, but first of all, supporting him in everything, even if she has to get her hands dirty. the future, where she was pregnant with his children, naming them ancient names so they could mirror the same noble qualities those deities had, raising them the best way so they could even outgrow them, perfect people. “how was your morning?”

the future they could have. the future they WILL have. 

“hello, corio. mine was pretty good, got my graduating papers. how was your day so far?” 

“it was… good, i guess? this mentoring thing is new for everyone, i spent all night thinking how lucy gray could win.” 

that name, again. keep it cool. 

“i’m sure you will think it out. shall we go and eat lunch?” 

sitting in a gorgeous, golden restaurant, y/n chose a corner for them to sit in. when their food arrived, she waited for him to speak. it seemed like something was itching his mind, and she was one of his best friends, wasn't she? corio looked to the side, then at her, then took a bite from his lunch. let’s break the ice. 

“is everything okay, corio?”

“yes, yes, everything’s fine. is it… on my face?” 

“well, since i…” don’t make it too personal. “...since we know each other so well, i see worry on your face. you can tell me everything.” 

“it’s… it’s gonna be really, really embarrassing for me, but… so, y/n, it’d be my pleasure if… you’d come with me on a date?”

clawing on her thigh, was this reality? was coriolanus really, really asking her out in this glorious place? was she truly worthy of his love? moderating her grin to a smile, she looked at him. he was truly a love-child of an angel and a god, and while y/n was truly a masterpiece herself, it was the biggest honor for her to get into the grace of this guy. now, the idea of the wedding and the best imaginable life wasn’t so far away. did the gods hear her prayers above, and saw the list she created? 

“forget it, y/n, i know i’m not–” coriolanus tried to hush the previous idea with an embarrassed look on his face, but y/n shook her head. obviously, her mind wandered for too long. 

“no, no! of course i’d go on a date with you. with pleasure.” y/n smiled, slowly reaching for his hand that was on the table. they touched each other frequently before, but not like this. she hated a part of herself, the part that could melt under his touch and got dizzy from only his skin. but truly, she could eat it up if she could. 

“oh, okay, well… i just… thought that it’s embarrassing, because you pay for all of this, and–” never let a man’s pride falter. it’s the firewood for the campfire, the pressure for the diamond, the water for the plants. if you feed a man’s ego, he’ll trust and love you. 

“corio, dear, please. i’m not with you because of your money, we can’t do anything about our past and families. and you’re gonna win the plinth-prize, so what are we worrying about?” 

“but–” y/n hushed him gently, playing her finger in front of her lips. 

“i’m sure you will win that prize. why, who else would win it? the daughter of an energy secretary? or a rich, spoiled kid?”

“they are all rich and spoiled.” y/n totally let pass the fact that she was too. but what was the problem with it, really? they couldn’t do anything about it, you can’t decide where you were born. a person can change everything about itself, but not its origin. it always stays with you, clinging onto your ankle, to drag with yourself everywhere. in this life, they got on the winning side of the wheel. and who cares about the next life? 

“but no one’s father is a general, except you. and i know that you didn’t like him, but keep the mindset.” 

“you are so clever, y/n. thank you for always putting my mind into it’s place.”

“i’m just telling the truth. and… how are things with the game? is it hard?” 

“oh, it’s… i still need to figure out some things. but i had some ideas about ways to get people more engaged in the games, like getting them sponsors, or interviewing the tributes so the viewers can get closer to them, pick a favorite, some things like this.” 

“it sounds really interesting, did volumnia hear these things?” as much as she hated festus’ bragging, he also mentioned things that she could use. maybe that’s why everybody got rid of her so fast at a big gathering like the graduation two days ago. she never had ‘juicy tea’ or some things like that, only if she wanted to get something. and when she wanted to get something, the chamber of secrets instantly opened. 

“yeah, well she came in when we were discussing those things. she said that i need to write it down, and then clemensia interrupted that we’ve always worked and brainstormed together, so we can write that together, too.” 

totaling another pen, dovecote? being a tricky bitch, i wasn’t expecting less from you. 

“i think volumnia should know that the idea was yours. clemensia is your good friend, but why wasn’t she just cheering that you got the gamemaker’s attention?” plant the seed. maybe not with clemensia, she will do it for herself, but anyway. coriolanus needed to know the truth. 

“i will talk with her about this.” he won’t. he’s too kind-hearted for it. “and i’ll write down my ideas. anyway, how’s your application for volumnia gaul? did you hand it in?” y/n nodded at his question, chewing on the potatoes. 

“got handed it in yesterday. i really hope if i go home this afternoon, a letter will be waiting for me.” the smile on his face was worth everything. what could that mouth do if there were only the two of them? because she knew what her mouth could do. 

“i’m sure she’ll hire you. one of your thesis got onto her table, remember? the one you wrote about the possible content of venom in mono– and dicotyledons. and if she’s not, then she’s a dingbat.” y/n remembered that thesis, her brain always burned out from the three-day long insomnia. 

“careful, corio! i hope she doesn’t have ears everywhere.” that woman was the queen on her chess table, it was the side that could never be decided. 

all the way home, she thought about coriolanus. y/n gotta hide the grin she was forming with her lips when she was driving home with the chauffeur of the family. all the effort, all the pain… it was worth it. she almost teared up from the joy, but her mascara was really expensive, even her mother thought that it was too rich for their blood.

“is everything alright, miss y/l/n?” helius, their private driver asked, looking into the rear-view mirror. y/n nodded, exhaling and inhaling. big news like this always messed with her head. nodding, everything was perfect. 

stepping inside the house, she raced up to her room immediately. there was the letter, persephone slept beside it. picking it up, y/n used her nails to tear it up. she never waited for news like this. the sooner she knew, the sooner she could got suit in the new situation. 

dear y/n y/l/n, you got accepted…

throwing it away, she instantly picked up persephone, screaming into her fur. persephone meowed, already used to her owner’s insane habits. anyway, the food was tasty in the house, so why not bear it? 

“you hear this, persephone? the lucky star is shining on us.” she whispered to the cat, stroking her head. she couldn't sit back, not now. not when good things, the reward of the hard work could be felt. not when everything worked for her plans. “mother and father will be so happy. and we are happy too, aren't we?” 

y/n didn't know happiness, only when her heart got fast and drug-like feeling curled in her blood. but now, she got to be a predator. a predator who sat for hours, days to catch its prey. when news were coming in, things always changed. she had to be patient, but she couldn't get lazy, not now. not when strange news was coming up. news that didn’t match with her expectations, nowhere, never. news that bathed her soul with venom. news that raised her little game onto a new level. 

a/n: the prologue got so many notes like my tumblr literally BLEW UP thank you so much girliez 😭 i hope you liked this part, more focus will be on corio i just want to size up reader's mindset

take care of yourself babes, love y'all luisa

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow icons #coriolanus x reader #hunger games x reader #hunger games imagine #hunger games fic #hunger games fanfiction #ballad of songbirds and snakes imagine #ballad of songbirds and snakes

[insuke69]

Imagining Hobie being so fucking clingy when you’re gone on a vacation or something:(((

★ Headcannons with Hobie x Latinx reader <;33

☆ Warnings: fluff, ‘implied’ smut (yes, they fuck in a memory), explicit words.

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You’re off visiting family, away from Hobie just for a short visit since it’s a younger cousins fifteenth birthday.

You aren’t close with her but she adores you like an older sibling so why not? Two weeks isn’t that long anyway since you also would like to catch up with the very little non-toxic Hispanic family you have.

The flight is smooth besides the fact that it was over two hours of no service, songs on repeat in your headphones, and the book you’re so happy you remembered to pack.

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You forget the time difference between Hobie in Camden and you over here, for you it’s midday and for him it’s the middle of the night and he seems so.. desperate.

His texts are slow and it’s obviously being done by his singular non dominant hand.

“Hi can you pls send a pic”

“2 me”

“Please??”

On your end, it’s almost so clear that he wants to see you like the good adorable partner he is, already missing you. You send him an innocent picture where you’re holding your phone at an angle above you and smile up at it through your lashes.

Meanwhile Hobie..

Hobie always would have an arm around you, or holding your hand, or his lips on any part of skin he could access on you.

He was alone on his houseboat, laying on only his side of the bed even if the usually warm and used spot beside him was empty and void of his lover.

He didn’t like the idea of porn, even if he was ‘living the dream’ of most men where his partner wasn’t around to stop him, he still hated it. It was fake and unrealistic with plastic or disgustingly young looking actors, so he settled for closing his eyes and thinking of the one who’s truely his.

Remembering how pretty the little whines were as they escaped your lips when he slowly eased himself into your tight warm hole..

And before he knew it; he was palming his erecting and fumbling his phone to text you.

His breath shudders slightly at the sight of you and he began imagining how your adoring hand would look around his length, his own fist trying to imitate his imagination tightly.

How your lips would wrap around the head of his weeping cock, how your cheeks would hollow out and make it all disappear, those cute gag sounds and tears that threaten your eyes when your nose reaches the small trimmed bush at the base of his member.

You fully expect a normal response from Hobie in a way. Anything ranging from “You look nice td” to something dirty, hence why you’re positioned in a way where nobody around you could see your phone screen.

Instead, a voice message pops up and a part of you wants to hesitate in checking what it is because you know that Hobie doesn’t really send voice messages unless his hands are really busy.

You play it against your ear quietly and your heart bangs against your chest at how needy his voice is, his gulps and whimpers and you can only imagine how beautiful he looks right now.

“Oh my fuckin’.. you’re so good lookin’ for me, I need ya so bad righ’ now.” You can hear his heavy breaths in the message and slight rhythmic sound, fap fap fap fap.

It immediately makes your heat grow warm between your legs and you adjust yourself in your seat with your thighs together tightly as an attempt to ease this, knowing that you’re at a nice fancy restaurant for your cousins ‘birthweek’.

You decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom and be a little more generous with Hobie, locking yourself into a stall and sending him a better picture where you’re topless and your chest and abdomen in perfect sight, pointer finger and middle finger holding a nipple between them.

“Here’s your damn meal <3” you captioned it before sending, putting your shirt back on as you awaited his response.

It was a video this time, angled so you could see his pretty dick being desperately fucked in his ringed left hand.

his eyebrows are knitted together and his mouth is dropping the cutest curses and whimpers before he cums, his seed spurting out onto his abdomen and hand before his lips move to utter a whisper.

"I need ya so bad, can't wait 'till you're back, love."

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #insuke #fanfic #spiderman #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #{☆insooks ☆} #gn reader

[vamph00n]

★ Oblivious ★

by: vamph00n

★ WIP ★

!!heexfemreader!! !!minors dni!!

darker fic

Tags: PWP, Heavy implications reader & Hee are well off, Toxic Heeseung, Fem Reader, College age, Family Friends, Unhealthy Family Dynamics (mom), angst, more to be added.

Synopsis: Having everything truly out of your own control, after a gap year of so called self reinvention; you finally can say goodbye to the confinement of your house in the suburbs. You can find yourself, leave the ball & chain of your mental reliability towards others behind. Everything you do is for yourself, until he came back. Heeseung knows more about you than you think, and as much as you hate him for being the pretentious son of your mother’s friend; you can’t deny his otherwise, unprompted advances.

Ft. Sunghoon and other enha hyungline members tba

!!Smut Tags!!: dubcon, added later

WC: est 10k-14k

CWC: 9k

Release Date: tbd (shit hit the fan)

Disclaimer: Nothing of what I write reflects any real scenarios of the people depicted. It’s fiction, and if you dislike any of the topics at hand, do not consume my work.This is a wip so there’s a lot more to be added.

I’d like to thank all the lovely writers on this platform who inspired me to write this fic!!

TAGLIST OPEN!!!: @lovingvoidgoatee @eskopiganja @httpsneptvnn @seokseokjinkim @adeoluhh @iamliacamila @maein25 @skzenhalove @wonsbaer @sparklovespink

!!SNEAK PEAK!!! ↓

"Hey neighbor." A voice rang amongst the sound of cicadas and heat waves.

His shoulders were brazen, dressed for the summer heat. Hands in his pockets walking over, his honey skin glowed in the sun accentuating his well defined muscles. It's like he hasn't heard of freshman fifteen, you'd think with all the shitty frat parties and drinking he's probably done would've made him look less like that. It's uncharacteristic of him, to actually make conversation with you.

"So the shorts, did you leave them in the dryer too long or— are they supposed to be this short?"

You feel your mind go blank, for a second you can't believe what he said.

"Fuck off." It's actually the most you've spoke to eachother lately.

…

copyright: vamph00n 2024

#enhypen #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enha jake #sunghoon #enha #enha jaeyun #heeseung #heeseung x reader #heesung enhypen #heeseung smut #enhypen imagines #smut #wip #long fic #toxic #toxic heeseung #boost #please please please #please boost #minors dni #for some reason the spotify link for the song isn’t working :(

[melminli]

A Pretty Boy Is Still A Boy II

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - it was time for coriolanus to admit to himself that he wanted you for himself, because he too was a slave to his own needs.

word count: 2k+

contains: slight misogyny/slutshaming, mention of masturbation, suggestive themes, simp/sassy coriolanus who is down bad, enemies to lovers vibes, jealousy, toxic masculinity

inspo for this

part I

Coriolanus never thought of himself as someone pathetic. Of course, he had enough situations he found himself in that made him seem like he was, such as his slightly insane grandma, the rats that were lurking inside their apartment, or the times when his stomach growled too loudly at the wrong moments and his own body decided to betray him.

It was things that were out of his control that made him miserable and he was fully aware of that, which is why he did everything in his power to get the control he lost with the death of his parents back into his own hands, where it belonged. It was his right as a member of the Snow family.

However, his body betrayed him in more than one way, and this time, it took more than just a dainty dish to satisfy his hunger. He hasn't been able to admit it to himself yet, but he's getting to the point where he can no longer deny it. Whose fault was it this time that made him seem so pathetic for being horny almost every day? That he couldn't stop thinking about dirty things while doing dirty things - so much so that he was even more sensitive than usual because he couldn't stop jerking off for god's sake.

This is so embarrassing, I want to die. He thought to himself every time after he finished, leaning back on his bed with his free arm covering his vision. Maybe this was his karma for all the times he judged random guys for being stupid horny teenage boys, because as it turned out, he wasn't one bit better than them. Eating cabbage every day didn't kill me, but this certainly will. I can live with a rotten stomach but not without my pride, that's for sure.

Maybe Coriolanus can still fall back on not being pathetic if he would simply make you his scapegoat. Of course, it was your fault. You were the one who started this all in the first place. You with your funny sparkling eyes, your stupid seductive grin, and...

He rolled over onto his stomach and screamed into his pillow in frustration. This can't be happening to me, I can't just be like those fucking pigs! Why are you doing this to me!

He didn't know whether he meant you or himself by the latter. He only knew one thing, and that was that he couldn't take this anymore. It had to stop. He straightened up and took a deep breath to collect himself before looking down at his pants. He was still hard, and he didn't have the privilege of simply taking a cold shower in situations like this if he didn't want to pay the water bill at the end of the month.

"Just one last time..." He whispered to himself and reached into his pants, since he always seemed to forget how long he would hate himself afterward when he thought of the pleasure waiting for him, as short-lived as it may be in comparison.

"I mean, I just can't believe he said that. To be honest, I just want him to leave me alone, you know what I mean?" Sejanus said, having barely touched his food since he was too busy telling his best friend about his worries.

Coriolanus just hummed as he ate his food in silence, listening with only half an ear. He would have preferred to not listen at all, but he didn't want Sejanus to start telling the story all over again by misinterpreting his lack of interest as him not understanding what he was talking about. You're living the life, man. I really don't understand what you're complaining about. And what if your father wished you were a little less whiny? It would do you more good than harm, to be honest. "He should be more considerate of your feelings." said Coriolanus monotonously, taking another bite out of his potatoes, only for it to stick in his throat when he saw your figure approach their table as he happened to look around the area.

You sat down across from the two of them and placed your tray on the table while your signature grin adorned your face. "Hello, boys. I hope you don't mind if I join you today."

Actually, I do. I do mind. but you didn't really seem to be asking for an answer since you'd already made yourself comfortable anyway. Why do you even ask if you're going to do what you want anyway. Coriolanus just kept looking at his food as he listened to the conversation between you and Sejanus. At least I get something out of it.

"Of course not. You're always welcome here." Sejanus assured you with a nice smile. "Still, I hope you're not here because you fell out with the other girls or something?"

You shook your head. "No, everything is the same as always. Besides, I spend so little time with you guys. I thought I'd change that." You said and picked up your cutlery. "And well, Claudia's getting on my nerves a bit. Did you know that she has a crush on Mr. Augustus? He's such an ugly old man, I really don't know how it could have come to this." You said a little disturbed and didn't mention that she had severe father problems.

Both boys grimaced at what you said, one more than the other. Augustus was known for smelling like bacon, and he also had more than one gray hair on his head. On top of that, he always wore funny shoes that made his feet look weirdly long. "I really don't want to judge anyone, but that's really kind of weird. like Mrs. Nerva is right there. Why are you looking at old Augustus?" He asked, mentioning the pretty physics teacher.

You nodded vigorously. "That's exactly what I said too, but yeah, I don't want to elaborate on that." You tried to change the subject. "You've let your hair grow out quite a bit, haven't you, Sejanus? I didn't know you had such cute curls. They totally suit you. I love it." You gave him the compliment.

Coriolanus looked up for the first time, to the right, where he saw Sejanus smiling a little shyly from ear to ear. He couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek in annoyance. I have curls, too. He thought somewhat bitterly but was too self-confident in his appearance to think that you preferred Sejanus over him. And they suit me way better than him.

"No, they make you look cute. Don't worry about it." You assured the Sejanus after he said that he was worried that his slightly longer hair might make him look a little unkempt. "More than usual, actually."

He couldn't believe it. Were you just flirting with that stupid district boy while he was sitting right in front of you? You've got to be joking. And what was even worse than that was that Sejanus was eating your words out of your hand like a tranated dog. Calm down. She's just calling you cute. Girls pay the same compliment to a handbag. If anything, she doesn't see you as a man. I mean, cute? Come on.

You never called him any endearing names other than that stupid Snowy and it wasn't like he minded or anything - he didn't care - but you always seemed to do it to everyone else and never him, which is just unfair. Doesn't matter. Didn't want some whore flirting with me anyway.

"Is something wrong, Snowy? You're so quiet." He finally heard your voice say and only now realized that Sejanus had left. You noticed his slight confusion. "Oh, he had to leave already. He said he didn't want to be late for his literature class. You don't have any classes now, do you?"

He couldn't look you in the eye. "No, I don't."

You smiled. "Me too. If you don't mind, maybe we could - "

" - do you not find me attractive?" Coriolanus interrupted you, finding his own statement very uncharacteristic of him. He shouldn't care, but he just had to know. He wanted an answer so he would stop thinking about a reason - thinking about you.

His sudden statement had thrown you off a bit. It took you a second, but the look in his eyes told you that he was completely serious. That's a bit unexpected, but I'm not complaining. "Well, of course I find you attractive. Isn't that obvious? Kids are annoying, Festus is into Aurora and has no chance, trust me I know and Coriolanus is..." You searched for the right words. "...a pretty boy."

He raised an eyebrow. He didn't have the information he wanted yet. "So?" He asked, trying not to think about how you said his name. Now, he felt like it was rather counterproductive to even bring this whole thing up in the first place.

Your eyes looked a little confused around the area. "So what?" You asked him and saw in his face an answer like, don't make me say it out loud, which led you to only be able to speculate about it. He seems a little insecure, and it seems like it has something to do with me, so.... "Why am I not trying to get into your pants?" You tried to read his mind.

He abruptly leaned in front of you. That wouldn't exactly have been his choice of words. "Don't say it so loudly." He whispered somewhat aggressively. There weren't that many people in the canteen anymore, but better safe than sorry. "...but I mean, yeah."

You just laughed, very amused. "Well, I'm not going to confirm or deny that I usually do this sort of thing, even if you think you've totally figured me out." You started and grinned. "And what? Do you want me to do it?"

Well, now he felt kinda very exposed, and you even teased him a little further when he didn't answer you directly. "I mean, to get into your - "

He interrupted you before you could repeat it again. "I know what you meant! And no of course I don't!" He exclaimed in a loud whisper, aware of how emotional he sounded. "What I'm saying is, no. I was just curious since you seem to be flirting with everything that breathes." He accused you. Just not with me.

Your mouth formed an O when you finally understood what he was getting at. He felt excluded. "So that's what this is about. Well, I don't know, I suppose you're just too pretty for me to just hit on you like everyone else." You said very obviously flirting with him right now. "Aren't you too good for that? The way I would flirt with you would be to take you out to dinner and then run my fingers through your pretty hair. Something more special."

So, she does like my curls. Knew it. The way you put it sounded just right, but he couldn't help but feel that it sounded a bit like... "I'm not a petite girl." He said offended. Somehow, your answer confused him even more than before, as he assumed it was just lust that attracted him to you. Stop thinking about going on a date with her. Are you out of your mind?

"So you wouldn't like it? That's too bad." You said, a little disappointed. You were really glad that Claudia was getting on your nerves today. Otherwise, you would never have found out how much fun it is to talk to Snowy. You had a little inkling that he wasn't quite as stoic as he always presented himself, but you didn't suspect that your behavior would be his downfall. You shouldn't have neglected him like that, but you were happy that you did.

Coriolanus wanted to deny it. He didn't want to admit it under any circumstances, but that would mean that he had to carry on as before. You seem to be attracted to him, too, and the fact that he knew that made it clear that he would not stop imagining what could be. Unless he confessed, of course. "I never said that." He replied.

"I'm happy to hear that." You said grinning brightly. "I take it you're free this weekend?" You asked him, aware that he would cancel everything else for you. You could see it in his eyes - he was yearning.

"I am." He replied, ready to plunge into new waters. Maybe that could satisfy his longing and everything could go back to normal like it was before. Where no single person had this much influence over him as you did now.

He tried telling himself that he wasn't like other men who wanted the whole cake, after one bite. Though, deep inside he knew that he was indeed just that. You already proved that to him.

#x reader #x female reader #x you #the hunger games #hunger games #coryo x reader #coryolanus snow #coryo snow #spicy content #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #sejanus deserved better #sejanus plinth #tbosas #hunger games x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth

[lovesick-wonderland]

Priority || c.bg

Summary: in which Beomgyu needs to be your first priority

Pairings: Toxic! Beomgyu x reader

Warnings: SFW, toxic beomgyu, possessive beomgyu, manipulative beomgyu, unhealthy relationships, pushover y/n

Wc: ~1k

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any of the characters in this story and the actions do not reflect idols in any way.

Beomgyu’s so used to you being at his beck and call. How all he had to do was text you, his manager, and no matter what, you would drop everything and attend to him. How you would do anything and everything for him. How you would look at him in awe, almost as if he were your god.

Beomgyu loved being at the center of your world, even though you clearly were not the center of his.

Beomgyu makes it very apparent that you’re not the center of his world by how replaceable he makes you feel sometimes.

Despite having known each other through middle school, having kept in contact until you eventually came to Seoul to be his group's manager, he was never as devoted to your friendship as you were. You tried to reassure yourself that Beomgyu was busy, so busy that he didn’t have time to spend with you. So busy with his other friends when he had his days off. So busy fucking and dating other people, whos’ giggles and moans you could hear when you came to cook for him on his days off.

But you tried not to take it personally. It was just how Beomgyu was. He was someone who craved physical and romantic intimacy from others. You were just his manager after all, it would be a breach of contract if you had that with Beomgyu.

It’s just that Beomgyu called so often that eventually your whole day was preoccupied with him. You would not only accompany him on music showcases, radios, filming, but he would also text you to come do mundane tasks like laundry, cooking meals, sweeping. Even his members realized how often your day was spent with Beomgyu doing tasks. It was when you were eating dinner with them and the members scolded him for calling you over so often, telling him that you’re not his maid, you reassured them that you didn’t mind. Even though you felt the stress of no relief from work, so drained every day and collapsing into bed, you reassured yourself you truly didn’t mind.

You told yourself that Beomgyu called you so much because you were a special person to him. Beomgyu only really would pour his heart out to you. Sometimes he would even cry, talking about how much he truly missed his family. How he wished he had cherished his time while he was still at your shared middle school. Beomgyu would share how empty he truly felt despite having achieved so much. During these sessions, you would just comfort him. You’d soothe him silently, rubbing circles into his back as your shoulder became soaked with his tears. You’d reassure him with your sweet words.

It happened so often that it became almost a routine. Once every few weeks, Beomgyu would text you to come over to the dorm, saying that he needed your comfort. After eating, Beomgyu and you would disappear into his room, only to leave with a tear-soaked shoulder.

It’s funny how much you know about him, yet how little he knows about you.

It’s not until you see a happy couple holding hands, walking together and swinging hands while getting snacks for Beomgyu from the convenience store that you realize how much you want what they have. How much you were missing out on because you spent so much time with Beomgyu. How unhealthy that was for you.

That day you excuse yourself and leave early.

Beomgyu didn’t realize how much he hated being your second priority until he was.

Beomgyu’s not dumb. He knows something must’ve happened on the day you left early because ever since that day, you’ve left without him telling you to. You don’t respond to his texts or calls unless it’s work hours. You don’t even cook for him anymore. And he swears he only misses the taste of your food.

Worst of all, he hasn’t been able to cry for weeks.

Everything clicks for Beomgyu overhears you telling Yeonjun that you had a date later in the evening.

So you were giving him second priority because you prioritize other people? People not named Choi Beomgyu? How dare you. After all the time he’s spent with you? You’re not allowed to do that to him.

When your vacation arrives, Beomgyu locks himself in his room for the next few days, demanding that you come and stay in his dorm.

The staff and members try to coax him out to no avail. Desperate times call for desperate measures and you’re called in on your break with promises of a raise and bonus.

Beomgyu finally opens his room door when he hears you knocking on the door. You’re shocked to see him in this state, hair ruffled, eyes red and puffy.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you into his room, dragging and pushing you down on his bed.

He collapses onto you, crocodile tears soaking into your shirt as he cries about how much he missed you. How depressed he was for weeks on end. How he misses your cooking and talking to you.

He tells how special you are to him. How you’re the only person he knows from his predebut days. And finally, he blames you for his state of mind.

Your heart hurts for Beomgyu but you try to tell him what you two have is not normal. That it’s not healthy.

Of course he doesn’t listen. Crying harder, telling you that he needs you. He needs you so much that he would die without you.

Beomgyu makes you promise never to leave him, to go back to how things were before. It doesn’t matter if it hurts you. You need to understand your first priority. Him.

#tomorrow by together #txt x reader #yandere txt #toxic! txt #txt #beomgyu x reader #yandere choi beomgyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #sfw

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: "Julith et Jahash" - Part 1

In the past, I said that I would wait for a translation that is currently in the making in the russian fandom. However, because I am weak, and want to keep this blog going asap, I lied. (This liveblog will be very slow due to this, so be warned.)

This comic will let us understand Joris better... while literally all of his personality, morals, body language, and tastes, are a product of Kerubim, — this might shed light on A. family history, that might dictate his physiology (what if Julith randomly says she has an allergy? This isn't real, but it would be big for Joris lore), and the things he went through after the movie: what experience he would have with the huppermage culture, which he was cut off from for his entire life thus far.

Question: is there a single member of this family who DOESN'T fish??

Kramdam is a part of Rok Island, the name of which will be familiar to you if you're A. a player of the MMOs, B. batshit insane about Joris lore.

It might be silly, for me to point this out, but listen: the movie, the series, they all happen hundreds of years before the Dofus MMO, — so to have confirmation that Rok Island is that old, is very interesting.

I had previously said that huppermages aren't very fond of cultures outside their own, and I want to elaborate, so that my words aren't misconstrued: Huppermages culture is, in a lot of ways, a mixture of different classes, — because a lot of huppermages aren't born huppermages, but instead, people who convert to this class, and a lot of their spells are inspired or taken from other classes. However, not assimilating fully is... very unwelcome.

Having a history of oppression and at least one genocide in the years after the movie, made huppermages very understandably conservative and closed-off. But this culture, as we'll see from this comic, had some pretty toxic traits even before those scars.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Like I already knew about this, but I want you to understand: the stupid fucking log thing is a family trait.

Do you think Joris told Bakara "I hate magic, I hate magic, I hate magic. I HATE WANDS. I HATE STAFFS. I KEEP BREAKING THEM. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT OF THE ACADEMY. STOP HAVING ME BE ENROLLED!!!!" and the next day she brought him a fucking log. Do you think this is what happened.

So small, and already sure that she'll never be as good as her brother... man.

Also... Bakara and Joris looked very similar as kids. At least that's my opinion.

I didn't think this comic would make me emotional, but the Jurgen family having a thing for logs is making me violently ill.

It probably was Bakara who gave him that bright idea. And Kerubim was probably like "ok son, I am someone who also uses blunt weapons, I can teach you how to do this."

There isn't some "i like to use logs" gene, it was all just Joris preferring to use melee, Bakara's memories of Jahash's melee skills, and Kerubim's skill in melee fighting.

It is just... insane to me, how Joris ends up doing this one thing that his biological father liked to do, despite how different they are as people. Despite Joris likely feeling absolutely nothing towards the man.

Well, that, or he fucking hates Jahash, though probably not as much as Julith.

Think about it this way, — Jahash and Julith ruined his childhood by their reappearance. They ruined his life for the next few decades too, probably. And after? They would always be a shadow over his life, for as long as they are remembered. It's always either "you're evil and we don't trust you because you're Julith's son" (even though he knows that Julith was framed,) or "you're not good enough, even though you're Jahash's son. How come?" (even though he knows from Bakara that... Jahash was just a man. Even if it is hard for him to put together the almost-holy image of his father as seen on the stained-glass in a temple, and the image of him that Bakara talks about, — a human person, who had fears and dreams.)

The only way for Joris to live his own life, without any judgement or comparison, without being reminded of how shit his childhood was, is to wait for the World of Twelve to forget who the fuck a Julith and Jahash even are. It's logical for him to have some irrational resentment.

And yet he brings a log to a nuke fight in season 4. Jahash would never do this, because he got good at magic, but he WOULD approve.

His parents would have loved him a lot, if they had the chance.

List of things that Joris and Bakara share:

Neurotic perfectionist who struggles with self-hatred about their skills and their body.

Cute ass behaviours and expressions as children.

Alcoholism (this is my fanon for Joris. It came to me in a vision. He's just like Kerubim and Bakara, — needs to get shitfaced to cope.)

Haunted by Jahash's success in life, even though Jahash would NEVER have wanted either of them to be haunted.

Thin grabbable waist and twinkish/waifish looks as adults. (Joris is already a twink, despite his 3ft stature, but NEVER forget the official concept art of how Joris would look if he wasn't possessed by a dragon as an infant. He would be a tall, blonde, anime twink instead.)

Whisperers have, historically, been used as servants by Bontarians and Huppermages.

Though by Waven times, they are enemies of the state (at least dissenting ones), and Joris wants you to beat the shit out of them, for the sake of his beautiful nation. (because they're dissenting)

Jahash and Bakara grew up with their dad, Juvence Jurgen.

By huppermage standards, they lived in very unusual conditions.

"All huppermage towers are super-protected, we WILL die if we don't take precautions, so I will go ahead, and deliver the message myself."

Yeah, no, they're not typical huppermages. I guess Joris has a lot in common with Bakara and Jahash. (I keep making myself sad, thinking about this.)

He thinks that Jahash and Bakara are some local hicks/rednecks that the huppermage has been experimenting on, which raises many red flags. Like the fact that apparently, human experimentation is a thing that some huppermages do. Then he thinks that the huppermage is experimenting on his own kids.

The headcanon that Jahash might have had some learning disabilities that he gave to Joris as one last "sayonara you weaboo shit" genetical move, and that it was REALLY hard for him to learn magic and impossible for Joris, stays winning.

By the way, I guess this is a good time to give you the next, very funny piece of trivia:

Joris's name literally means "George George the Farmer Farmer".

I think it's likely that, historically, before Jahash's success in life, their family were just some random poverty-stricken farmers, who happened to be huppermages.

I'M SO FUCKING SAD ABOUT THEM.

Grandpa Jurgen is literally so fucking real.

THE HEADCANON THAT JAHASH MIGHT HAD LEARNING DISABILITIES THAT HE GAVE TO JORIS AS ONE LAST "SAYONARA YOU WEABOO SHIT" GENETICAL MOVE, AND THAT IT WAS REALLY HARD FOR HIM TO LEARN MAGIC AND IMPOSSIBLE FOR JORIS, STAYS WINNING.

Juvence really cares about his kids.

"If you don't do as master says, he will kill you and all your loved ones."

Guys I'm starting to think, that between this, the political intrigues, the bullying, the "using Bakara for PR while she becomes a teenage alcoholic and not giving a shit about her" thing, — that the huppermage academy and temple, are um.... not actually Good, as an institution.

To most this is "an honour," and yet, this random selection process chose a teenage huppermage who, by all accounts, can't do magic and doesn't know a single spell.

I'm so fucking sad.

You know what else these two quotes can apply to? Haha. well. I ask you to imagine Jahash's funeral, and—— [i collapse on the floor weeping]

"He was always more like a father to her, than an older brother."

I am going to crash my car into the sea. And I don't even have a car.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #joris jurgen #julith-et-jahash #bakara jurgen

[sofoulandfairaday]

1 for the ask game

from: choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Err... all of them? I'm not even kidding. More on this here.

Bellatrix: fortunately there's been progress in the fandom, but for years everyone loved to describe her as an overly sexualized, crazy, shrieking mindless slave, when she's actually quite the opposite. She is sadistic, but not insane, she's passionate but not irrational (she is the only one who knew Snape was a traitor; to me, it's because of a peculiar mix of rationality and intuition that shows her to be actually quite intelligent). Nothing suggests her being promiscuous in the text and I would actually argue the opposite of her (why would she ever lower herself to sleep with someone who she deems her inferior - so basically everyone -, even just to satisfy mere physical desires? This post, to me, is Bella at her core).

Narcissa: this is canon Narcissa, all of you are perfectly entitled to your soft babygirl headcanons, of course, but then again you are perfectly entitled to be wrong <3 [also, shameless self-promo: x]

The blorboification continues for every single member of the Black family and I hate it so much you have no idea:

Andromeda: somehow described as a soft little girl who loved her mean, mean sisters so much and had to run away? Bitch stood up to seven centuries of tradition, and abandoned her sisters and parents, to marry a boy she had fallen in love with maybe two years prior (we know this based on Tonks' age). Good for her, but as I have said previously, both Narcissa and Andromeda (and Sirius, really) strike me as a bit selfish. The one with the romantic attachment to the idea of her family, the child most like Walburga, is Bellatrix.

But this is nothing, NOTHING, compared to what this fandom does to Regulus and Sirius.

Regulus: canonically a Voldemort fanboy, with newspaper clippings of him everywhere, and a blood supremacist. Sirius says it better than anyone: Reggie is soft. But not in the way the fandom believes, nope. He's just a coward who, much like Draco years later, was super excited to be like Bellatrix (Lucius) until he realized what killing really meant, what fighting a war really was, and most importantly because Voldemort touched him personally (Kreacher, whom he loved). Voldemort was probably a little more deranged than he had been at the beginning of the First War, and someone that had inherited the Black pride/haughtiness probably didn't like being branded like cattle and treated like a slave, on top of everything else.

Sirius: fanon Sirius is basically another character. Canon!Sirius is: tall, canonically incredibly handsome, quite masculine (in an explicit and toxic way, especially as a teenager in the fucking 1970s - the skirt-wearing, feminist one-liners spouting version of Sirius is something I just cannot get behind), a dick, a bit classist ((don't come @ me with your "oh, but what about Moony?!" because a) we don't know Remus' wealth when Lyall and Hope were still alive, we only know he can't get a job as an adult because of his condition and b) Remus is Sirius' exception, in the same way Lily is Snape's when he calls her a Mudblood - everyone else is in his eyes)), brave to the point of recklessness, quite cruel, funny, witty, magically talented, loyal to a fault, extremely charismatic and everything else outlined here. For the same reasons, I'll say Remus too.

Don't even get me started on Severus Snape. Other people have spoken on this better than I could ever. At least here on Tumblr, though, it seems to me that things are getting a little better after years of absolutely bizarre takes. Or maybe I've blocked all of the idiots idk.

Dumbledore. More on this here and maybe I'll outline my ideas better in a future post.

Also: I do not accept any characterization of Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr, Reggie, and Rabastan Lestrange as anything less than violent blood supremacists. Yes, they can be nuanced and gay (and only for each other might I add), but these people are the KKK (metaphorically, of course, because I hate comparing real-world tragedies to completely fictional ones, but still).

Lucius: a complete dick, but definitely not abusive. The man couldn't raise a hand to Draco if the Dark Lord threatened to kill him over it.

Speaking of which: my darling Lord Voldemort. Not much to say about him really because I know that some people do write him in a very interesting way (and I am open to interpretations of his character even if they are different from how I see him - and I have a very fucking specific vision of him). The problem is that perhaps three (3) of these people write him with Bellatrix and that saddens me.

Now, I mostly read First Wizarding War stuff or Death Eater stuff so I can't really speak to many other characters, especially in Harry's generation, but anything other than cowardly Draco is not a good Draco characterization to me. Ron is hands-down the best one in the Golden Trio and Ron Weasley bashing is pathetic. Hermione has faults but is ultimately a strong, take-no-bullshit girl and I'll take that over basically any and all female YA protagonists. And Harry is sassiness personified, but with a heart of gold, and oh-so-caring. Which is also why I can't read dark!Harry for the life of me. It just makes me giggle.

#sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #severus snape #albus dumbledore #lord voldemort #lucius malfoy #asks #choose violence ask game #ask games #answered #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rabastan lestrange #harry potter #ron weasley #draco malfoy #hermione granger #fuck i have too many opinions #fuck fuck fuck

[screamingfromuz]

Ok, fine, let's talk about why sometimes I fucking hate identity politics. Your identity, your lived experience, does not make you automatically right about a subject that is not your personal experience.

your identity is important because it gives you a certain perspective that is unique to your lived experience, which can allow a more meaningful examination of subjects, it does not mean you are automatically right about something or have a higher moral standing grounds.

here is a timely example, I have been hearing a lot of "listen to the holocaust survivors! they have a higher moral ground! they know better then everyone what it looks like! their perspective must be better!" as if to say that because they survived the holocaust they must have a higher understanding of horrors. this is bullshit, and my timely example is Henry Kissinger (Oh yeah baby, we are going there). The guy fled the Nazis as a child, does it give him the moral high ground? does it means his understanding of abusive governments is the definitive authority? NO! that fucker was the living embodiment of the end justify the means and he was ready to sacrifice everyone and everything if it meant preserving what he decided is the USian interests. If I would have tried to give him the moral high ground just because he survived the Nazis people will justifiably call foul!

Being a victim or being from a victimized group does not makes you automatically right about everything! Abuse victims can still be toxic and abusive. I will give another example that is gonna piss some people off (GOOD):

being a woman does not give you a monopoly on defining what is and is not abuse and sexual harassment. Yes, women has more experience in the matter but for fuck sake I cannot even count how many times women I know refused to admit blatant abuse and sexual harassment. Or on the flip side, I saw women call innocent things abusive and sexual harassment! their womanhood did not gave them the definitive authority on the matter.

I know rape victims that advocates that all men are monsters and seek to abuse women. Will you say that they are more right than others because they were abused by a man? Does their experience give them the definitive authority on masculinity?

and you know what, in for a penny in for a pound. In Israel the families of the fallen get a kind of saintly position, where their word is given higher regards then other citizens, and let me tell you people, that is fucking bullshit. Having lost a family member in a war or a terrorist attack does not mean that you are automatically know better! I have heard so much bullshit from some of those families, and people don't call it out because it was a Shacol Family!

and this goes to everyone! if you lost a family member to a shitty situation you do not automatically know how to fix the broken system that killed them! Being right about the way to fix the system is what makes you right about it!

Grief does not makes you superior to others, or make you more right, it just makes your a grieving person.

don't get me wrong, your experiences and identity does give you important perspective and it should be taken in account when examining stuff, and can even help you develop a perspective for matters that can offer deeper understandings. you are always right about your own experiences.

still doesn't make you automatically right about all the other stuff, like the experiences of others. or how the world should work.

So the next person that tells me that someone is automatically right about everything based on their identity alone and not facts, can fuck off. Your identity and experiences does not means shit if you are fucking wrong.

#leftism #identity politics #surprise! #being the definitive authority for something that is not yourself requires more that just being alive! #this is so frustrating #there are people who think that because they identify as X or part of Y group they are morally superior #fuckers #non of us is superior to the other #we are in the gutters together #you are not special #you might always be right about your own experience #but fuck #if one more person tries to tell me that my understanding of MY experience is wrong and they know better because they are XYZ #I will scream #your experiences are a resource for expending your understanding of the world #not a get out of jail free card #this is so prevalent in leftist circles #you think being a leftists absolve you from your shit? #or being a minority gives you the the final say on what is discrimination #you are right about stuff when you are right about stuff #rant

[emmmsie]

You are loved if you are reading this. You are cared for. You are heard. You are important. You are LOVED.

#signal boost #mental health #mental heath awareness #positive mental attitude #love #safe space #accepted #you are beautiful #you are valid #you are worthy #you are cared about #you are accepted #you are important #you are loved #you are not alone #family members are fucking toxic and i hate them #toxic parents #toxic family #toxic behavior

[warabidakihime]

Beneath the Orange Sky

Characters: University Student! Gojo Satoru x Reader | Implied College AU | lowkey taylor swift coded

Synopsis: Beneath the orange sky, hand in hand, we find solace amidst life's chaos, a quiet moment that speaks of our unwavering love and the promise of a shared journey. Together, we are unstoppable, ready to face the world and create a story that defies the odds.

Content warning: mentions of toxic family members and profanities.

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"Fucking hate that bitch with all my heart." 

Satoru whipped his head in your direction at the speed light, and for a split second he suffered from a minor whiplash. His voice was a pitch higher than usual when he spoke, "I beg your pardon. Who’s got you all riled up, sweetheart?"

You looked at him, your eyes a mixture of indifference and conflict. You huffed as you continued to look at the horizon with a million things racing through your mind. "My mother."

"What did she do this time?" He groaned as the image of the bane of your existence appeared in his mind. He, too, despises that woman with all his heart and soul.

"Nothing new; I just finally came to the realization that I really hate her with a passion." You said with a humorless chuckle.

"And what triggered that train of thought? Care to share?" Satoru said as his arm found its way around your waist and pulled you close to him. He then places a sweet kiss on top of your head, his lips lingering a second later as he shamelessly inhales your intoxicating scent.

You instinctively leaned your head on his arm, seeking comfort from your golden retriever of a boyfriend. "The other night, she welcomed herself in my room. She said she wanted to fold the laundry in my room since I have the AC on and it’s blistering hot outside. At first I was like, ‘whatever’ and just minded my own business, but as she stayed longer in my room, with her phone blasting in full volume, her making herself comfortable on my bed as if she hadn’t scarred her daughter mentally and emotionally, her audacious aura and obscenely entitled ass, all of it were hanging in the room, I found myself suffocating."

As you told your tale, Satoru’s grip on you tightened, and from time to time you’d feel his hand gliding up and down your sides as if it were his way of consoling you while you opened up to him. And so you continued, "I was watching something on YouTube, and for the most part, I was invested in what I was watching, but even with both of my earphones properly placed in my ears, I can still hear her damn phone, and for some reason, moments later, I started to hear her own breathing too. It infuriated me, and it took everything in me not to snap. I hate her. I fucking hate her so much."

So much venom was slipping through your lips, but as sad and cruel as your tale was, your eyes were devoid of any emotions. At this point, you are way past weeping about the spilled milk that is your mother and your relationship with her. Gone were the days when you would beg on your knees for any semblance of decency from her.

So why are you still living with her? Well, as much as you wanted to bolt out the door, you simply couldn't, as your current savings can only last for so long. Of course, Satoru more than willingly offered help, but because of your sick pride, you kindly declined his offer. You wanted to prove to your mother and pretty much all your toxic family that you can and will rise from the ashes using only your resources. They’ve downplayed your capabilities so much that you made it your life’s mission to fucking show them that you will someday succeed, and all of them won’t be able to say anything but the same old, bitter things.

Fortunately, graduation is just around the corner, and you can finally set your plans in motion. You were absorbed by the company you interned for, and you will start shortly after graduating. The salary and other benefits they offered you were promising, so saving up won’t be a struggle for you anymore. You and Satoru actually agreed to live together after graduation, and you’re in the process of looking for an apartment as we speak. Meanwhile, Satoru will work for a different company, but like yours, his is also highly promising, so the future ought to be very bright for the two of you.

All you have to do now is hold your breath and be patient. Just a couple more strides, and you’re finally on your own. The impending changes that will occur in your life terrify you, but in order to welcome more good things into your life, you need to take the first step, no matter how hard it is, and besides, you have Satoru by your side.

Satoru’s voice woke you up from your stupor, "Why don’t you stay over at my place tonight?"

You looked at him again and smiled appreciatively. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, which he gladly reciprocated. "I would love to." you replied in between kisses.

Now, both of his arms are encircled around your tiny frame, and he has engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. "Don’t bother going home to get some change of clothes; you already have plenty in my closet."

You chuckled, "God, I love you. You're a godsend, Satoru."

Your beanstalk of a lover shrugged his shoulders shortly after he momentarily pulled away from the embrace, and when you looked at him, he was already wearing his smug smile. "Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart."

As you embraced the comforting presence of Satoru, a breeze gently rustled through the rooftop, carrying a hint of anticipation for the future. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the cityscape. With his arms around you, you felt a sense of security—a feeling you hadn't known for a long time.

You looked up at Satoru, your gaze meeting his intense yet playful eyes. "You know," you began, "even with all the chaos in my life, I can't help but feel hopeful."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what's making you feel that way?"

You grinned, teasing him a bit. "Well, it might have something to do with the fact that you're not just my saving grace but also the one who makes my heart race."

Satoru chuckled, his signature confident smirk playing on his lips. "Well, it's not every day you get a real-life hero swooping in, is it?"

You lightly nudged him, savoring this playful moment. "Yeah, but you're more than that. You're my partner in crime, my confidant, and soon, my roommate."

"Ah, the adventure begins," he mused, rubbing his chin as if pondering the grandness of it all. "Living together, working together, and building a future together. I can't wait."

"Me neither," you admitted, nestling against him. "It's like stepping into a new chapter, and this time, I'm not alone. That's what gives me hope."

He tightened his embrace, his chest rumbling with a deep, comforting laugh. "You've got me, and I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. We'll face everything together, and if life throws any more challenges our way, we'll just handle them like the unstoppable team we are."

A quiet understanding passed between you—a shared acknowledgment of the hurdles that life had thrown your way but also the unwavering determination to rise above them all. The horizon before you held the promise of a brighter future, and as you stood there, feeling Satoru's strong presence by your side, you knew that together, you could handle anything.

With a final tender look, you took Satoru's hand, intertwining your fingers, and began to walk away from the rooftop. As you descended the stairs, you glanced back at the sunset-painted sky, a sense of peace settling over you. The challenges ahead might not be easy, but with your resilience, Satoru's unwavering support, and the love that bound you together, you were ready to face them head-on.

And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of warmth, you walked hand in hand with the man who had become your anchor, your partner, and your hope for a brighter tomorrow.

Together, you were ready to embrace the future and whatever it might bring.

#warabidakhime #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst

[jtkys]

ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs. (sᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ)

𝗖𝗪/𝗧𝗪 : 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺, 𝘀𝘂𝟭𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁, etc 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀... ->

> 𝗷𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀/𝗷𝗲𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿.

He’s a completely manipulative, stupid asshole. And I mean it. When I say he literally doesn’t give a shit, I’m deadass. This guys life was fucked up since he was young, he went insane at 13. He’s lost all of his sanity, care or hope for anyone or anything. The only love he’s capable of is downright toxic obsession with himself and his appearance. He’s “friends” with Ben, but only cause they smoke weed and do drugs together, occasionally going on killing or torturing sprees. I headcanon that he experiences really bad psychosis after his killing sprees, so often times he will sit in his bedroom, curled into a ball, experiencing severe audio-visual hallucinations. These can range from the screams of his victims to the screams of his family members, his bullies voices, the crackling fire. For his backstory, I hc that he DID kill his bullies when he went insane.

When he was set on fire and had bleach poured over him, it was a bonfire. He got tied to the ground and got bleached poured over him, being kicked and beaten into the dirt. Dry sticks and thorns were thrown onto him, and they set fire to them. They laughed and left, not bothering to watch him die. He was screaming the entire time. The fire burned the ropes tying him to ground, and while he was on fire, he managed to painstakingly scramble his way out and put out the flames. He’s now got a lot of internalised anger, and he takes it out on his victims. He’ll torture them for hours in ways that I don’t even want to write down. He’s seriously a sick and twisted motherfucker. Downright insane. He will insult anyone and everyone. He’s just genuinely a horrible person, and a pain to be around. He gets phantom feelings of the fire, and occasionally self harms to distract himself from it. It’s usually by cutting his hands or wrists with his own bloody, dirty knife.

> 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺𝘀.

Oh this poor little girl. Unfortunately, she’s no longer innocent at all. After what happened to her, she’s almost expressionless. She’s seen and experienced one of the worst things, and lives in a mansion full of crazed and sadistic freaks and serial killers. She’s not hopeful or optimistic at all, infact she’s almost fully mute because of her trauma. She doesn’t kill people, infact she rarely does anything. She mostly sits in her room, staring deadpanned at her dolls or at the floor, a sad, empty, glazed over look in her eyes. Occasionally, she will have fits of anger, where she hits, screams, and throws things at anyone who tries to touch her or come near her. She will never recover. She rarely socialises or sees any of the other creeps or residents of the mansion, sometimes maybe ej. Maybe Jane. They are the only calm people here who won’t set her off.

She hates being touched- and, if you do touch her, you’ll send her into a panic/PTSD attack that’ll take hours to calm down from. She hates everyone, or mostly everyone, and I’ll be honest- all the little kiddo wants to do is be at peace, she despises being a ghost. She wishes she could die again, just to rest. She’s genuinely devoid of all hope for the world. Her body aches constantly despite being so young, and the blood never stops dripping from her head. Sometimes, she hangs her head against the walls. She sees it as a constant reminder of what happened to her. She doesn’t ever eat, never plays, never smiles. She’s truly only the shell of the happy little girl she used to be.

#creepypasta isn’t dead until i say it is #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom come back to life pleasdddeee im befging #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta hcs #Jeff the killer #jeff the killer fanart #jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeffrey woods #Jeffrey woods headcanons #Jeff woods #sally williams #Sally Williams creepypasta #Sally Williams headcanons #Sally creepypasta #creepypasta Sally #Sally hcs creepypasta #sally Williams hcs #Ben drowned #slendermansion #ticci Toby #ticci Toby headcanons #mh masky #tim masky #brain hoodie

[jungwnies]

synopsis . wooyoung as a boyfriend !

genre . romance, fluff, slightly suggestive ! wc . ~0.9k !

requested by anon ! sorry for taking so long to do this :C thanks 4 waiting

A » Affection - How affectionate are they?

this man is so affectionate :(

he’s very vocal about the way he feels about you

will always let you know how much he loves you

B » Bonding - How often do they bond with you?

all the fucking time

there is literally no time this man is not strengthening his relationship with you

he’s so focused on making sure the relationship is healthy and trusting

the bond is eternal when it comes to wooyoung

C » Communication - Do they keep in touch with you when they're away?

he’s one of the facetime people

he facetimes you allllllllllll the time

after a performance

before a performance

during a performance break

he also texts you a lot but not as much as he calls you

he prefers talking to you vocally rather than talking through texts

doesn’t matter where he is

he will always make time for you

D » Date - How often do they set up a date for you two?

i don’t think he does dates often

i think he pulls up to your house a lot though for a real netflix and chill session

probably falls asleep at your house

dates don’t really exist

unless it’s the anniversary day

E » Essential - What is the thing that is important to them?

you, his members, his family

everybody he loves is important to him

F » First - Were you his first?

you are unfortunately not his first

i don’t think he’s had a lot of partners

but you are definitely not the first

you’re just the one that lasted LOL

G » Gross - What is the thing he hates in your relationship?

he hates when you don’t understand him or listen to him on an emotional level

he just wants to be loved and understood

if you don’t then he probably would break up with u

H » Holding Hands - How often do they hold your hands?

i don’t think he’s a hand holder but he’s definitely a hugger

i think he keeps you close by keeping an arm around you

hand holding isn’t really his thing

I » Intercourse - How are they in 6? (yk what I mean by 6)

wooyoung got some moves fr LOL

he definitely knows how to work with your body and how to please you

he also knows how to make sure he’s also getting satisfaction

the pleasure is always mutual during sex

J » Jealousy - How jealous do they get?

wooyoung is a healthy jealousy kind of guy to him

it’s okay to be kind of jealous

just not over protective or toxic about it

his jealousy is cute

he just gets clingy and whiny LOL

K » Kiss - How good are they at kissing?

he’s got skill

in the beginning he wasn’t very good

but with time his kissing skills got irresistible

L » Love - How do they show their love to you?

words

quality time

physical touch

hes very showy and vocal when it comes to how he feels

he’s genuine always

M » Mad - How often do you argue?

not often

maybe never

just playful lighthearted arguments from time to time for spice

N » Naughty - How do they deal with you annoying them?

he annoys you back LOL

play fights 100%

O » Open - How often do they open up to you?

he opens up pretty quickly

but he also doesn't reveal everything immediately he's pretty open

doesn't mind talking about his feelings all the time

P » Pet names - How are they with pet names?

LOL he loves them

he thinks they're the best thing ever

comes up w/ the most funniest or even some of the dumbest names

Q » Quiet - How long can they stand silent treatment?

literally not long at all

he likes to think that he lasts a long time in silence

but he doesn't

he gets whiny after a while

R » Ramble - How often do they talk about you to others?

all the time

he is so proud to have you

he doesn't make his whole personality about you though

S » Soft - How soft are they to you?

very soft also

he is suchhh a flirt

T » Think - What reminds them of you?

everything

every little think reminds him of u

every time he gets food he thinks of you

every time he sings he thinks of lyrics that remind him of u

just allllll the time

U » Unhappy - What makes them break if you break up with them?

all the memories

the small dates that were the best

all the moments he hugged and kissed you

ur scent

ur touch

everything makes him break

V » Vacation - How are they with long distance relationship? (That had nothing to do with the word but I am running out of ideas)

not good

he needs you all the time

every tour he asks you to come

offers a plane ticket

all-paid-expense tour across the world LOL

W » Wholesome - The most sweetest thing they ever did to you?

just all the little moments where he remembers the smallest things about you

X » Extra Headcanon

when you come home from a long day and he's off

he plans the sweetest at home date

probably cooks a meal, not sure if it's edible but definitely has backup take-out food

a movie

candles

music

u name it

just so calm

and a bath 😮‍💨

Y » Young and beautiful (how long does it last?)

a long time if not forever

Z » Zzz - How do they sleep with you?

he puts an arm over you

and a leg over you

literally a cuddle bug

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What if Nesta decided to destroy the Inner Circle part 8

Nesta left Feyre to rest some time later, leaving Gwyn and Emerie on guard duty. In the heat of Feyre’s labor, Nesta had completely forgotten about the battle still happening, the mask that had still been on her face. She had taken it off some time ago and had stared in shock at the blood and gore coating the hall. The Inner Circle…was dead. Every member. Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Their dead bodies graced the floor. The two half-wraiths, Nuala and Cerridwen, grimaced at their mangled bodies. A few days ago, Nesta would’ve thought it impossible. But she had witnessed the power of herself, of her friends, of Lucien and Eris. Two High Lords’ sons-and the heirs. A Made woman with cauldron-stolen magic. With such power in their midst, it had been possible to win. The most powerful court in the world (and the most evil) had been destroyed. Nesta thought she would feel at least a little regret, but honestly? All Nesta felt was triumphant.

They deserved it. Every last one of them. She had seen the shambles they called a court. Ruling over their small little island within a sea of darkness, letting all those good people suffer as they lived in their deluded utopia that was Velaris.

The only one she felt bad for was Feyre. She had lost all her friends, mean and toxic as they had been. Besides Lucien. Which made Nesta realize Feyre had basically no friends that were her own. All of her friends had been Rhysand’s friends first. It would’ve been the same for Nesta had she joined this toxic court. Maybe they would’ve cut her off from Gwyn and Emerie.

She went to talk to Feyre after a silent dinner heavy with fatigue. Even Eris failed to make a single snide remark. She found Feyre staring blankly at a wall, eyes heavy and dull. A plate of food on her nightstand lay untouched. Nesta hesitantly approached her. “Feyre?”

Slowly, Feyre turned to her. The look in her eyes was too familiar. A few months ago, those eyes had been Nesta’s. Those eyes had been Nesta’s as she drank herself into stupors. Those eyes had been Nesta’s as she fucked strangers to drown her feelings. Those eyes had been Nesta’s as she had buried herself in music, her only salvation. So, Nesta said nothing else. Only let Feyre see everything, all Nesta had been, all that she was, and all that she will be. Let her see that she understood that even though Rhysand had been horrible, Nesta didn’t expect her to be ok. She wasn’t going to force her to heal by shoving her in the House of Wind. She needed time and support. So Nesta would give that to her. For however long she needed it. Feyre had always been the rock of the family. But now she didn’t have to be. Nesta’s cursed heart, the heart that used rage as a defensive mechanism to hide her weakness, that she loved and hated more fiercely than others, than despite all she had said, all she had done, she loved her sisters, Feyre and Elain. And no more distance between them. From this moment onward, everything they did, they’d do it together. They’d get through it together.

They had perhaps the strangest familial experiences ever. They had all made more mistakes than they could count. But it didn’t matter. Blood was thicker than water. At the end of it all, they were still sisters. And Nesta would make sure Feyre would never forget that.

“How is she?” Gwyn asked, Emerie standing beside her. “As well as can be expected, given the circumstances,” Nesta replied. “In other words, she’s physically healthy, but mentally, she’s a wreck.” Gwyn nodded sympathetically. “When she’s ready, we’ll offer her the opportunity to join us,” Emerie said, drumming her fingers on her thigh. “The Valkyries, I mean. They really helped us; I think they can help her, too. Find her groove again. And people that she actually likes. People she chose. Her own friends.”

Nesta said quietly, “I think that would be amazing for her, if she agrees.”

Emerie nodded. “How are you dealing with all of this?”

Nesta shrugged. “I got off ok. It’s Feyre who suffered the most. Those people did horrible things to her and got her to do horrible things. But ultimately, they were her only friends. I’m sure that was by design.” Even Elain had her own friends outside of the Inner Circle: the two half-wraiths named Nuala and Cerridwen. To Elain’s relief, they had survived the bloody battle. The two of them, along with Elain, had become Parikshit’s primary caretakers while Feyre recovered physically and mentally.

In all of the chaos, Elain had stepped up and become a leader. It was inspiring to see her wrangle up the survivors and try to put everyone together. It made Nesta wonder about a lot of things. Between Lucien’s serious Spring ties and courtier abilities and Elain’s leadership skills and love of nature, they could save the Spring Court. The only problem was getting rid of Tamlin.

That was a thought for another time. Nesta was too exhausted, too drained, to think of anything else besides sleep. So, she went to a guest room in the palace, drank a cup of water, then sank into one of the deepest sleeps of her life. Elain’s POV Elain took a deep breath, smoothing the skirts of her lavender dress.

It had been a week since Rhysand had died. A week since Feyre had given birth to Parikshit. A week since Nesta had decided to go after the other two parts of the Dread Trove. A week since Eris had returned to the Autumn Court, Lucien and co to the human lands. A week had passed and yet Feyre still sat in that bed, staring blankly at a wall. Not so long ago, it had been Elain in that position. Staring blankly ahead, wishing for sunshine. When she had just been made, that accursed iron engagement ring her last remaining connection to the human life she had been forced to leave behind. A painful reminder of what she had once had and would never have again. His family despised the Fae- and yet, some small, stupid part of Elain had hoped that Graysen’s love for her would be enough to overcome all that. But the way he had spoken of her, the disgust, the way he had insinuated that she was someone else’s property…well let’s just say Elain felt as if she had seriously misjudged him.

“You’re bound to some…Fae male. A High Lord’s son!” “His name is Lucien.”

Elain had been slightly desperate for Graysen to take her back; there had been a glamour set-in place, but it had not fooled him. He had seen her for the now Fae female that she was, and that was enough for him to turn away in disgust. Any slight hope Elain might have had of convincing him probably evaporated with her statement.

His name is Lucien.

It means nothing, she had declared to him. The mating bond meant nothing when her heart belonged to him. And yet when he had spoken of him so callously, some part of her, some instinct, had roared in her blood to make Graysen speak of him with respect. She had known Nesta had not approved of Graysen- yet had raised little objection, because she had seen how happy Elain was with him. But it was all a lie. All of it was a lie, if pointed ears were enough to make him turn away from her. Elain only wished she had realized it sooner. Only wished she hadn’t given her heart and her maidenhood over to him.

Elain brought herself back to the present. She had moved on from Graysen now. But Feyre was the one who suffered now. Suffered because her husband…her husband was now dead. And she had just become a mother.

Elain had hoped to visit the Spring Court her eldest sister had claimed was so perfect for her. But she was needed here, in the Night Court. Feyre was in no position to be ruling an entire court, Cauldron-chosen or not. So, Elain had been doing damage control. Meeting with the people of Velaris, and though her heart quaked at the thought of it, visited the Illyrians and the Court of Nightmares with the support of some of the Valkyries; no way she was going in there alone. The Illyrians had snarled at the number of women, but realization of who and what Elain was, and the abilities of the Valkyries, made them shut up. They seemed to be making more of an impact on their misogynistic traditions now that there wasn’t a male in the helm. Even though it had just been a week. Elain was also still mostly looking after Parikshit. Feyre had lost the willingness to do pretty much anything. It pained Elain as she knew it pained Nesta. Both of them had gone through a phase like this. But both had survived.

And she would make sure Feyre survived too. Just like Feyre had made sure they had survived in the forest. And Nesta had saved Feyre from the Inner Circle. It was Elain’s turn- to make sure Feyre and her people survived the aftermath. She was no warrior-not like Nesta- but this she could do. Some part of her wondered if she was born for this.

Elain doubled over as a vision hit her. It was only a few seconds, then it was gone. But Elain knew what it was.

Dressed in a pale pink ballgown embroidered with flowers, glowing with health, crown atop her head.

It was her.

I think ACOTAR could've been so much better if instead of pitting the Archerons against each other, there was an inspiring, genuinely feminist message of the sisters coming back together. And I'd like to note I despise the way Feyre was written from ACOMAF-onward, but I know Nesta would never judge Feyre for the terrible stuff she did while with Rhysand, but rather support her, understand her, and help her get better and be a better person. Because Nesta made mistakes too, albeit on a much smaller scale, and she grew from it. And I believe while Nesta would 100% be the sister everyone would follow into battle, Elain would 100% be the sister everyone would follow in the aftermath. We haven't seen much from her, but I know she has potential to be exceptionally powerful in a way that Nesta and Feyre aren't. Thanks for reading!

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