#primadonna girl (says no thank you)

[jacksgreysays]

Primadonna Girl (fills the void up with celluloid), a DoS recursive fic (2023-01-26)

Grandfather refuses to teach him any more shadow jutsu. “At least not until you’re a little older,” he says, “you’ve already made so much progress. No need to push yourself too hard.” He smooths a hand over Shikadai’s head, warm and full of affection, but he’s not looking at Shikadai.

Not really.

Shikadai understands. He does. Shikadai has been told his entire life that he has his mother’s eyes but… somehow… still looks just like his father?

Personally, Shikadai doesn’t really see the resemblance. Or, rather, he sees the resemblance everywhere in so many other Nara clan members that it doesn’t seem particularly noteworthy. If anything, Shikadai thinks he looks more like Uncle Kino than his father.

He even says as much to Uncle Kino later, even though he knows observations like that—flat and without sentiment for a father he never got to meet—tend to make his family uneasy.

Uncle Kino doesn’t say anything in response, just raises an eyebrow and waits: Uncle Kino is next in line to be the clan’s spiritual leader after Kasuga-jiisan. Uncle Kino is invited every year to the Fire Temple as a guest lecturer on the matter of serenity and internal balance. Uncle Kino willingly takes shifts at the missions desk.

“I just—I know it’s not enough. I’m not. I mean. I’m not… I… I’m just frustrated,” Shikadai crumples, unable to outlast his uncle in a matter of patience and more than a little ashamed of his own behavior.

Uncle Kino nods, acknowledgement and forgiveness both. Nara are very efficient like that.

Shikadai sighs. “I want to learn more—no, I need to learn more—and I know I can’t push too hard or I’ll fall. But I just… I need to be ready.”

At that, Uncle Kino’s gaze sharpens, analytic and searching. “Ready for what?” he asks, with almost the same look Grandfather gave Shikadai but Uncle Kino has always been honest about seeing Shikadai as his own person, not an echo of his father.

Shikadai thought he understood. But what if—

“Ready for what?” Uncle Kino asks, searching, seeking.

—it’s not almost the same look Grandfather gave Shikadai. It is the very same look.

Shikadai shrugs, turns away. “I don’t know,” he answers, but his mind is already flying in a different direction.

If it’s not Shikadai’s father they’re seeing, then who?

—

Shikadai’s mother is the greatest wind jutsu user in the Elemental Nations, maybe even the world.

Thankfully, that’s fact and not opinion because Shikadai is understandably biased.

It could be argued that Shikadai is a momma’s boy—by default, what with only having the one parent—but he thinks he’d have to see her more often to make that true. She’s a being of wind, happiest traveling around the Elemental Nations. She loved his father enough to settle down and start a family. Even after his father died, she stayed long enough to make sure that Shikadai had a good childhood—a better childhood than the one she had, certainly. A better childhood than he would have had without her—waiting until he was old enough for the academy’s E-rank missions before she started taking longer and farther missions. And when she returns, it’s that much sweeter.

She loves him and when she loves, she loves fiercely; as fierce as the wind.

And because she loves as fierce of the wind, she will never go back to Sand for what they’ve taken from her.

—

There are many fascinating aspects of the elemental natures of chakra. To begin with, there are five primary elements to which most people’s chakra might align to—Fire, Lightning, Wind, Water, Earth—which is the level of understanding needed to pass an Academy exam but not much else. Like many things in the world, it’s not actually that simple but for the sake of brevity today’s discussion will focus on this particular aspect:

Sometimes, if there exists a precise and balanced ratio, rather than one element reigning supreme over the others, or the elements staying strictly separate, there can be a mixture so thoroughly blended and potent that it creates a new element.

For example, the previously thought long lost Yuki clan are not the only ones who can control ice and snow with their chakra but members of that bloodline are able to do so without the extra step of ninjutsu controlling the mix of wind and water chakra (see the confirmed list of ninjutsu from the Snow Village of Land of Spring in the appendices.) In contrast, the Shodaime Hokage was renowned for his Mokuton, an ability that was not seen in any of his siblings or his children. Records are sparse—except for the Nidaime, nearly as famous for his talents with water—but those immediate relatives tended to be either water natured, earth natured, or both separately, but not unified.

The appearance of Mokuton in the anecdotal case of Yamato Tenzo—who underwent extensive gene therapy as a child—is a reflection of the Shodaime Hokage’s elemental nature unaffected by the subject’s original elemental expression. This implies—though does not prove—that the elemental nature of chakra, the Mokuton in particular, is a consistent phenotypic representation (studies into elemental natures of genetically identical twins are currently underway, the sample sizes are not large enough to be conclusive.)

Thus it is entirely possible that the so called extinct Mokuton can be revived—or, perhaps, replicated is the more accurate term—in a child with the previously mentioned precise and balanced ratio of its two progenitor elements.

—excerpt from the transcript of Nara Satori’s “Lectures on Elemental Chakra”

Classification level 3. For access, contact Nara Shikaku, Nara Kasuga, or Nara Kinokawa.

—

Shikadai’s mother will never go back to Sand, but she goes to the Garden sometimes to meet with her brother, the Kazekage.

Shikadai is not allowed to go. He thinks it’s strange that he has an uncle who he’s never met and will very likely never meet, if his mother has her way, or at least not until he’s a full chuunin. And by then what is Shikadai supposed to call him? Uncle Kazekage? Kankuro-sama? Man who I’ve never met, but unless you have a child I’m your heir?

Weird.

There’s a lot of things that are strange about his relationship with the Hidden Sand Village—or rather, his very deliberate non-relationship with the Hidden Sand Village—considering the person who is most invested in keeping him away from there is also the reason why he even has a connection to it.

But his mother always gets a pinched look on the rare occasions when it comes up, a furrow in between her eyebrows, mouth pressed into a tight line. She’ll teach him wind jutsu and even how to use her war fan to augment them, but he’s not allowed to actually have a war fan of his own—he’s not a member of Sand’s Wind Corps, after all.

Which means he’s definitely not allowed to sign the weasel summons.

—

There aren’t many pictures of his father in the house. To be fair, there aren’t many pictures of anyone in the house: most of the interior decoration is traditional paintings of the forest and the deer and back when technology was scarcer photographs were mostly used for medical and/or official purposes.

But there is one of his father as a teenager, unsurprisingly seated at a shogi board. What is surprising are the people across the board from him. Or, rather, one person across the board from him in particular is surprising: a young Uzumaki Naruto, Nanadaime Hokage.

Obviously Shikadai knows that even the Hokage must have been a kid, too, at one point—a kind of stumpy looking one at that, given how much shorter he is than the rest of the people in the photo—but to see him in a picture with Shikadai’s father? In this house?

There was nothing particularly overt, but Shikadai had always gotten the feeling that his family didn’t like the Hokage. Even Aunt Ino who, as the head of her department, would have to work closely with the Hokage didn’t seem to like him; coldly professional to a tee. Even Uncle Chouji—who likes everyone!—would always go blank and stoic. Both of Shikadai’s grandparents would just look sad, gaze turning away, distant, and Uncle Kino would try and fail to smile, then shake his head and say, “don’t worry about it.”

So why have a picture of him in the house?

No, that’s not the right question: what’s so important about this picture that they’d tolerate the Hokage in it? If they just wanted a picture of his father as a teenager, they’d probably use a better one of him with Aunt Ino and Uncle Chouji. And while it’s interesting to see a younger version of Sarada’s father, it’s more likely that the reason is the Nara girl in the center.

Shikadai doesn’t recognize her, but given the decades between now and then she could very well be a clan member he sees every day without knowing it. Though that wouldn’t explain why this picture, why she would be that important then. Or, rather, if she’s that important why would Shikadai not remember meeting her? Why wouldn’t she visit this house where she is so clearly treasured?

Unless she can’t. And maybe the reason why she can’t is the same reason why his family is so uneasy with the Hokage.

—

So. His progress is stalled on shadow jutsu until he gets older. The earth jutsu he does know is already at the upper limits of his chakra capacity. Wind jutsu is limited to what his mother can and is willing to teach him. And he really shouldn’t be experimenting with anything else without supervision. Shikadai could branch out from ninjutsu but genjutsu is really more Inojin’s specialty, and taijutsu is Chouchou’s.

He really wants a summon.

The most common Nara clan summoning contracts are the blackbirds and bats which makes sense—small, flying messengers for a clan whose specialty is information as much as shadows—but they’d be buffeted by his wind jutsu, not riding the gusts like the weasels have been trained to, and he wants something a little more combat oriented anyway.

Maybe he could try reverse summoning himself and see where he ends up? But there are enough cautionary tales about that: not just the dangers of being in the summoning realm, but the possibility that the creatures to whom you appear might already be contracted to a different clan or village or may just be hostile to humans.

There are other contracts within the Nara clan, though those ones aren’t as easy to sign as the blackbirds and bats. And he knows there are personal contracts that some members of the Nara clan have, but Shikadai is worried that if he asks they might feel obligated to let him sign since he’s clan heir.

Although… why don’t they have a deer contract? It would make sense, but Shikadai has never heard of anyone using deer in the field.

“There is a deer contract,” Uncle Kino answers, slowly, carefully, like he’s vetting each word before he says it. “The previous holder passed away before you were born.”

Shikadai thinks he recognizes the look on his uncle’s face. “Was it my father?” he asks, although now Shikadai thinks this look isn’t about his father at all.

“No,” Uncle Kino says easily. “The previous holder was Sembei-obaasan. She was fairly old even when I was born.”

There’s something he’s not saying, but what? If the previous holder of the deer contract was that old when Uncle Kino was born, then she had to have known what would happen eventually. She would have prepared an heir for the scroll at least, if not the contract itself.

“If the previous holder was Sembei-obaasan,” Shikadai says, just as slowly, carefully, “then who is the current holder?”

Affectionate pride flashes across Uncle Kino’s face before he says, out of nowhere, “Let’s go watch a movie.”

—

A few months before Shikadai was born, the Godaime Kazekage disappeared.

No trail, no explanation, nothing.

Understandably, the Hidden Sand Village panicked. Something that could take out their Kazekage—their jinchuuriki Kazekage—must be impossibly powerful and so they prepared for the worst. No threat appeared. However, there was still no sign of their missing Kazekage.

It gets worse.

The nature of succession in Sand is such that the Kazekage can only come from the clan of the Kazekage. Thus the only options were his siblings: Wind Mistress Temari and Kankurou the Puppeteer, both of them formidable in their own right but neither of them having the fabled Magnetic Release their bloodline was known for.

The choice should have been clear since Temari had married into a different clan—and a different village’s clan at that!—but, of course, politics complicate even the simplest matters.

Kankurou was the only sibling who remained in Sand. He had proved himself as leader of the Puppet Corps. Clever, skilled, and charming in his own way, there should have been no objections amongst the council.

But this was still too soon after Gaara’s disappearance: puppeteers, though immensely respected, are known more for their finesse than their power. Strangely charismatic does not necessarily translate to diplomatic; in his efforts to be as contrary to the council as possible, most of Kankurou’s connections were on the civilian side, nobles and merchants, patrons of the arts.

In contrast, while Temari held no official authority within the Wind Corps, it was no secret that she was their strongest member. Her chuunin career had been filled with diplomatic missions to the other hidden villages, where her cunning and martial prowess could serve Sand best. And, unfortunately, there were those who considered her Sand’s best chance to revive the lost Magnetic Release.

Perhaps, in a less fraught situation, the council might have rallied behind Kankurou—a Kazekage focused on bringing the traditions of Sand to the present, ushering in economic and cultural prosperity. A Kazekage for an age of peace the likes of which the Hidden Sand Village had never before experienced.

Perhaps a less panicked council might have approached Temari with a proposal—become the Kazekage, be the pillar of strength that the village needs. Bring your husband and have your family in Sand where you are vital, the breath and heartbeat of your people. Protector and champion of the desert.

Of course, those would have been very different stories.

—

One of the weirdest parts about the Nara clan library is the movie collection. Most of it is comprised of documentaries that various Nara have created as part of their research, or other documentaries that various Nara referenced in their research, or yet other documentaries that Nara Takatori thought should be included. Then there’s the fiction section but that really ought to just be called the Kako Heijo section, because the only movies in the fiction section are those in which Kako Heijo starred in, wrote, directed, choreographed, or produced.

When he was younger, Shikadai thought it was Uncle Kino’s one instance of pulling rank and using his position to ensure he had easy access to his favorite celebrity’s movies. Now that he’s older, Shikadai knows that, firstly, the Nara librarians can not be intimidated or coerced or charmed in any way that would risk their curation of knowledge. Secondly, it’s the library that requests the internal clan missions for retrieval of Kako Heijo’s movies, not Uncle Kino who has his own personal collection.

Shikadai doesn’t really get it: she’s cool and all for a civilian actress—everyone knows she does her own stunts—and it’s not like her forays into writing and directing aren’t also international hits even when she isn’t the one in front of the camera. But that doesn’t explain why the Nara librarians and his uncle are so fixated on her specifically and not any other celebrity.

They even have a copy of her first major role: a Princess Fuun spinoff which didn’t flop, per se, but was praised more for the action scenes and special effects than the bland narrative. The whole premise was a pretty big reach considering her character’s role was so minor in the last Princess Fuun movie she didn’t have a name.

So it’s weird that, of all the Kako Heijo movies he could choose, it’s that one Uncle Kino has them watch. The last Princess Fuun movie, that is, not the spinoff. Except Uncle Kino isn’t actually watching it even though booking the soundproof viewing room in the Nara library is tedious. To be fair, they keep making references to previous Princess Fuun movies that neither of them have seen, and its plot is slow and weird until suddenly it isn’t because then there’s a real shinobi battle happening and Shikadai recognizes three of the combatants because they’re the same teenagers in the photo with his father.

“We have a photo of a teenage Kako Heijo in our house,” Shikadai says, baffled. “Was she a foster cousin?” Sometimes that happens. If a clan member from outside the village wants to go to the Academy, they’ll be fostered with relatives within Konoha. Not usually with the clan head, though, but maybe since she was similar in age to his father?

Then Shikadai remembers. “Kako Heijo is the current holder of the deer summon?”

And even though they’re in the soundproof, dimly lit viewing room, Uncle Kino still covers his mouth and murmurs almost too low for Shikadai to hear.

“Her name was Nara Shikako. She’s my older sister, and your father’s twin.”

—

The assassins very specifically not from Sand are killed in action, but not before the names of their employers are ripped out of them: a coalition of five councilors who preferred Temari for Rokudaime Kazekage, the leader of which preferred an unmarried Temari in particular for his son with earth natured chakra.

Unsurprisingly, this did not work. The recently widowed Temari had even less inclination to return to Sand, digging her heels in and formally renouncing her ties to the Kazekage position and clan.

Now the literal only choice, Kankurou was quickly sworn in as Rokudaime, his first action being to arrest the coalition and offer them up to face Konoha’s justice and hopefully preserve their alliance. A smart move which, to some extent, fixed the issue.

For Sand, that is.

In Konoha, it got worse.

Because the Nara clan, with their Akimichi and Yamanaka allies at their side, were baying for blood--none more so than the victim’s twin sister.

Had it been the Godaime Hokage—raised with the importance of clan politics, understanding how concessions must be made for peace—there would have been no problem. Had it been the Rokudaime Hokage—less concerned with village policy, but more familiar with the grief of being unable to protect those closest to him—there would have been some hesitation, before he turned the prisoners over to face the wild-eyed wrath of his student.

Of course, those would have been very different stories…

… how unfortunate that neither of those were the case.

It was the Nanadaime Hokage, fresh into his reign, who received the offered prisoners from Sand. The Nanadaime Hokage who refused to kill and expressed disappointment toward those who did. The Nanadaime Hokage who had lost his jounin commander, knew that his closest friends were proponents of vengeance, and was known as much for his stubbornness as his dislike of the death penalty.

For their safety, he sentenced them to multiple life terms in the highest security prison.

Against one particularly motivated Nara?

Not a chance.

—

Now that Shikadai has been read into the existence of his secret yet also simultaneously incredibly famous aunt, he also gets to learn that Uncle Kino’s yearly invitation to the Fire Temple is a cover. Well, he is actually a guest lecturer on the matter of serenity and internal balance, and it is a legitimate sabbatical for him in order to one day succeed Kasuga-jiisan as the clan’s next spiritual leader.

The fact that one of the yearly attendees is an incognito Kako Heijo is coincidence. Plausibly deniable coincidence.

Now that Shikadai is in on the secret and of an age where he can go on clan training outside of the village, he also gets to attend. And if he happens to meet the incognito Kako Heijo, well, what a plausibly deniable coincidence that would also be.

He’s more than a little nervous to meet her. For a lot of reasons. Out of just practicality, he hopes she finds him worthy enough to sign the deer summoning contract because that’s what led to this venture to begin with.

Less logically, he hopes he doesn’t embarrass himself because she seems really cool. Kako Heijo the civilian celebrity was already cool on her own, but adding that she’s a secret maybe undercover shinobi, or maybe blacklisted but not a missing nin. The mystery is cool. And Uncle Kino showed him her old Bingo Book entries and she was definitely S-rank. That’s so cool.

But ultimately, in a squishier, emotional sense he hopes she likes him because… that’s his aunt. And, sure, Shikadai didn’t know she existed for basically his entire life, but still… he hopes he’s someone that she would be proud of.

He hopes she sees him for himself and likes him.

—

A/N: Sometimes you just have to write a hyper specific, meandering, and bleak future fic AU that still somehow doesn’t hit all the issues you poured onto this world and also decide you don’t want to do any dialogue except for Kino who had such a huge role in this for some reason?

What a niche scenario this is! I don’t even have that many feelings about Shikadai, he’s just a good vessel/POV for this fucked up future fic.

Like, I have some Thoughts™ about what the ANY clans in general, and Ino and Chouji in particular, are doing in this ‘verse (understandably they are very pissed, but they are biding their time.)

I probably should have done a section about how Shikako killing those Sand councilors basically almost kicked off a civil war which is why she's out there being international superstar Kako Heijo but I figured I should end on a Shikadai section and I hope the implication is there?

I also don't know how clear I was that Shikadai has Magnetic Release but doesn't really know it and also doesn't want to experiment with it by himself because unlike his aunt, he likes to learn new things in a safe and controlled environment.

I would love to answer questions about this AU so if you have any, send those my way!

#jacksgreyson #writing #fanfiction #dreaming of sunshine #primadonna girl (says no thank you) #naruto #shikadai nara #shikaku nara #kinokawa nara #sabaku no temari #sabaku no kankurou #shikako nara

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Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world…

“Chosooooo…” 

“Yes, princess?” 

“I want it real bad!” 

“That one?” 

“Yeah, that one!” 

“No problem, baby.” 

When you and Choso originally came to the mall, it was to get a dress you saw in one of the catalogs that gets mailed to your place. You’d been excited all week, having to wait til the weekend to get it ‘cause that’s when it released. You were one of the first ones there, trying it on and walking out on the runway in the store. Choso was enamored with you, especially when you did poses at the end, obviously playing around, but nonetheless, he had it bagged for you and paid for by the time you got dressed again. Even though you knew he would get it for you, you were still really grateful, kissing him as he took the bag from the counter. 

You’d decided to wear a pink tracksuit combo that day, a cropped jacket and shirt, and lowrise pants to show off your belly button ring. You wore your hair up in a ponytail, a couple of strands let out, and a cute pair of earrings. Then there were your bangles, clinking against your wrist as you walked in your pink Amiri’s. You called it “athleisure but way cuter!” (not like you were actually going to the gym), but despite what you wore, Choso thought you looked damn good.

I can't help that I need it all!

You and Choso have been together for about three years; it was pretty much love at first sight, at least for him. When he’d first seen you, it was in a magazine feature their team had gotten, getting a couple of models to take pics on the cars; you’d worn this cute top and shorts that left little to the imagination. Yuuji had given the magazine to him at a meet since he hadn’t gone to the photoshoot himself. When he landed on the page with you on it, Yuuji said:

“Dude, she’s a babe. She’s done a couple of shoots, but this was the first for our team. Just had to pick her; I mean, just look at those-”

“Look at my what Yuuji?”

You were standing in front of them now, manicured finger bringing the page down to look them in the eyes. Yuuji choked on his spit as Choso got flustered seeing you in person for the first time. You’d look past them and at the car they were sitting on, a G80 M3 with a candy purple wrap.

“Ooooo! This is so cute! Who’s is it?”

Yuuji pointed at Choso, who awkwardly smiled and gave you a little wave. You walked over to him, arms crossed as you looked into his eyes. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, eyes landing back on your face as you smirked.

“And who are you?”

“Choso, nice to meet you.”

“Of course it is! Nice car, too bad I couldn’t shoot on it.”

You were a spicy one, but fuck, you were sexy.

“You can if you want to.”

You’d walked up to him, face inches from his as you looked up at him. Yuuji took that as his cue to leave, patting Choso’s hand as he walked off.

“Depends, do you want me to?”

“What I want is to take you out.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Let me pick you up on Friday.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it!”

You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault!

You’d walked away from him, leaving him licking his lips as you left. He’d seen you around for the rest of the night, talking to a couple of the other girls, then taking turns with them to flag for the races. Before Choso left for the night, he’d looked for you, but you had already left. He sighed in defeat and walked back to his car, but before he got in, he caught something under his windshield wiper—a napkin with your lipstick print, and your phone number right above it.

Choso did take you out that Friday, picking you up and taking you out for dinner, a little bowling after. He’d fucked your brains out that night, and you two were pretty much inseparable since then. Before you came along, Choso won a few races a month, then bought a dealership; pretty well off but didn’t have a lot of things to spend it on. But you had plenty. After about three months, he’d moved you out of your place and into his apartment downtown, bringing your cat with you. He’d gotten you a C6 convertible, of course, gloss pink wrap with custom cheetah print seats, which you’d drive to and from Pilates and Starbucks, always coming home to kiss him as he spoke to the employees at the dealership. You’d cook him a nice dinner and snuggle up to him at night, a true love story.

Choso fucking loved you and, as a result, had a thing for praising you. Friends would say he kisses the ground you walk on, but he tells them no. He makes out with it. You were his and loved it, wearing a little silver chain with his name on it, him having a tattoo of your initials behind his ear. He’d send you on trips while he went out of state to race, often to fashion weeks, always coming back with quite the list. Like that time you’d come home from Milan, and you just had to have that sparkly Versace dress you saw.

Choso got you everything you wanted, no matter the cost or size. That is until now.

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe; you can count on me to misbehave!

“Baby, you already have that one.”

“Yeah, but not in pink! I got it last year in white before the new drop, so now I just have to have it!”

You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, which usually worked, but this time, he genuinely didn’t see a purpose in getting the same bag twice.

“It’s a no, princess. Sorry.”

Unfortunately for him, you were a fucking brat. Not that you couldn’t take no for an answer, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it. You’d walked off from him now, him tailing you to make sure you were okay. You’d walked into another store, real sweet to the attendant that walked up to help, but rolling your eyes at Choso as you looked through the racks.

“Princess…”

“Yes?”

“You’re acting like a brat.”

“Whatever do you mean? I’d like to try these on, please.”

Would you do anything for me?

With that, you walked away, the attendant opening the dressing room for you two as Choso sat the bags down. You’d put the dresses on the hangers as Choso took a seat on the bench in the room. Swiftly, you took off your jacket, hanging it on the door hook and taking off your pants, your shirt following. And what did you have on? One of those pretty lace sets he’d gotten you a month or so ago, a gift for your anniversary. You were wearing probably the only set he hasn’t fucked you in. You weren’t oblivious, taking extra time to get up from the floor while undressing. Choso felt pretty courageous, pulling you back into his lap as you gasped at the sudden motion. He spread your legs over his thighs, keeping your legs open as his hand walked itself down to your panties, which Choso rubbed through the fabric, making you squirm a bit. He brought his mouth to the side of your face, whispering in your ear as his other hand pinched your nipple through your bra.

“You’re pretty damn wet, princess. Want me to help you with that?”

“Mhm!”

“Gonna stop acting like a brat so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, baby, please!”

“My pleasure.”

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Choso set you up on the bench as he sat on the floor, pulling your panties off and gently sitting them down next to you. You met his gaze as he spread your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs as you bit your lip in anticipation. He chuckled a bit as he kissed the outside of your lips, excited to taste that familiar sweetness he’d indulge in every day if he could. Teasing you, he licked lightly into your slit, tongue barely grazing your pussy as you sat there whimpering. He’d brought his face back up, signaling you to quiet down as he tasted you. You shut your mouth, groaning into your hand as he began eating your pussy. He’d make it quick today, on a time crunch, before the attendant returned to check on you. He’d brought his face deeper into you, fucking his tongue into you as you gripped his hair. He’d heard you moaning his name into your hand, smiling into your pussy as you closed your eyes to center yourself from all the pleasure. With that, he decided to mess with you a bit. He took his tongue off you, replacing it with his fingers, you groaning from the lack and returning pleasure. 

I know I've got a big ego; I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though!

“Move your hand.”

Hesitantly, you moved it, trying to moan as quietly as possible as his thumb rubbed your clit, the others pumping inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. How ya feelin’ baby?”

“So good, Choso…”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you here?”

“Yessss…”

His fingers had found that sweet spot inside you, throwing your head back as your body arched forward.

“God, you’re so fuckin beautiful, you know that?”

“So sexy, even when you’re pissed at me.”

“Look at you, lookin’ pretty as you fuck my fingers.”

All the praise was driving you mad. You brought your hand to your mouth, bracing yourself for the impending orgasm. Instead, choso brought his hand up to your mouth, pulling his body upward to kiss the side of your face as he pumped relentlessly inside of you, feeling you almost screaming his name into his hand.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that? Let me see that pretty face. Cum for me, baby.”

With that, you lost it, body jerking onto his fingers as you moaned his name over and over into his hand. He replaced his hand with his lips, feeling you groan into his mouth as you came down. He kissed his way back down, putting your panties back on as you sat there panting, recovering from your high. Smiling, he brought his lips to your again, pulling away to get a good look at you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, princess.”

Choso wiped your juices off his face, watching you fix your lipgloss. Damn, you were-

“Ma’am, you okay in there?”

When you give, I want more, more, more! 

You opened the door, body adorned with one of the dresses you picked out, as you stepped out and did a spin.

“Do I look good in this dress?”

“Beautiful, ma’am!”

“Great, I’ll take it!”

After you got dressed and the attendant checked you out, she gave a wave and smile to both of you as you left the store. You held tight onto Choso’s arm, smiling up at him as he guided you towards the mall parking lot. He’d opened the car door for you, sitting you inside as he put the bags in the backseat. Starting the car, he looked over at you.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

“Actually, can we get ice cream first?”

I wanna be adored!

Get what I want 'cause I ask for it, not because I'm really that deserving of it!

Choso always went all out for your birthday, going above and beyond to make your day special. He’d started the morning by getting a private chef to come up to the apartment to make you breakfast. Before that could happen, though, he was having trouble getting you out the bed, especially with how you’d woke him up.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Wanna fuck you, can we?”

Usually, he’d be more than happy to feel your pussy first thing in the morning, but you two had overslept (or, as you called it, beauty sleep), and the chef was gonna be there in the next 45 minutes, which you’d take the whole time to get ready.

“Want to, baby, promise, but your first surprise is about to get here soon; go start getting ready.”

When you’d heard surprise, you’d pretty much forgotten about morning sex, instantly hopping out the bed to start getting ready. You were so excited for your birthday that you got your hair curled the day before, lashes too; they were the finishing touch after you’d done your makeup. You decided on a cute pink tennis dress to match your pink Dolce sneakers, holding off on dressing up until later this evening. With a couple of sprays of perfume and a little gloss, you were ready just in time for the chef.

When you were done eating, you looked up to Choso, waiting to see what came next. He gave you a kiss and a smile, walking you to the living room, a bunch of boxes wrapped in pink paper on the middle of the floor. You squealed as you ran and sat down, waiting for him to come over.

“Oh, baby, you’re too sweet!”

“No problem, princess.”

You went through your gifts: a couple of pairs of heels he’d seen you looking at on Pinterest, one of those new hairdryers you saw on TikTok, jewelry, lingerie, the usual stuff. You’d give him a kiss between every present; lips probably had more gloss than yours did at this point. Some of the stuff you’d try on and walk around in like you were modeling, like the Chanel sunnies he’d gotten you. It always made him so happy; he could tell you loved every single one. You’d always take care of anything he’d gotten you, everything down to the first thing he’d gotten you, a sterling anklet you’d found online. After two years time, the chain snapped, and you had quite the fit. You’d been sad for days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fix it, but he’d been there for you to reassure you that even though it broke, his love for you wouldn’t.

As you closed the final box, you wrapped him in your arms and kissed his cheek repeatedly, making him giggle as he almost fell over.

“Got one more thing for you, baby.”

Choso walked to the room, returning with a box with a big bow on the top. You looked at him skeptically, intrigued that this gift had been separated from the others. Still, you took it as he handed it to you, setting it on the couch next to him as you opened it. There was a layer of paper on it, followed by a simple dust bag, presumably to hide what was underneath it. Before you opened it, you looked up at him; he nodded to you to finish unboxing it. You slowly opened the dust bag, pulling-

“BABY, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

Choso had gotten you the pink version of the Vivienne Westwood bag you’d seen at the mall! You pounced at him as he smiled and braced himself for impact.

“You like it, baby?”

“I like it? I like it? I LOVE IT!”

Going up, going down, down, down!

You’d put your lips on his now as he brought a hand around you to sit the bag down gently. You completely straddled him, body pressing to his as you made out with him. He’d brought his hands to your ass, bringing your hips closer to him as you kissed him deeper. You’d pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, biting your lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“Wanna show you how grateful I am.”

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?”

“You're gonna take me back to the room so I can-”

Choso cut you off, throwing you over his shoulder as you playfully slapped his back, him slapping your ass next to his head. When he got you to the room, he laid you down quickly, taking off your sneakers and outfit; hate to mess up such a cute dress with cum stains, ya know? He’d removed his clothes, lifting your body to sit on the bed so you rested your head on the pillows.

Anything for the crown, crown, crown!

Choso brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly and then rushing down to your tits, making you laugh. He’d wrapped his lips around your nipple, looking up at you as he rubbed his hands up and down your body, tickling you slightly. 

“You like that, baby?

“Hmm, maybe…I think your lips would feel wayyy better somewhere else.”

“Oh yeah? Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”

He brought his body down in between your thighs, in one motion, bringing your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open for him. You whimpered when his tongue found your pussy, holding your legs firm as he fucked his tongue into you. Choso was having a lot of fun, seeing you squirm in the position you were in as he all but devoured your pussy. He let all of your juices spread his face, anything to taste more and more of you. When he started sucking your clit? You went nuts. You moaned his name over and over, gripping the shits as you were able to be as loud as you wanted. You felt that fire growing inside you as his nose rubbed against your clit, tongue sinking further and further, exploring you as you fell out above him.

“Baby…”

“Baby, I’m about to cum!”

“Baby, fuck, I-”

You came for him, closing your thighs out of reflex, nearly suffocating him. He brought his face up, letting your legs down, smiling down at you as you tried to catch your breath. Choso was pretty damn cocky. He knew that his tongue sent you flying, having to center yourself as you came down. He brought his body over yours, kissing the side of your face as you came to.

“You okay, princess?”

When the lights dim down, down, down, I spin around!

In one fall swoop, you flipped Choso over, straddling his waist as you brought yourself down on his dick. He was gone, shocked at how fast you’d maneuvered but also from how fucking good you felt. He brought his hands to your hips, fixing his legs so he could fuck into you. You were on top of the world, literally. He was thrusting into you rapidly, one hand on your tit, the other holding your ass as he slammed you down on his dick. Fuck, you two were in love. Bodies sweating against each other, both getting turned on by the other's face, flustered and fucked out as you brought your bodies against each other. You’d shifted your hips slightly so he could fuck into you at that angle that made you scream his name.

“Princess, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“Choso, fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe…

He was hellbent on making you cum on top of him; he could make you cum in missionary or doggy style later, but right now? He couldn’t get enough of your face, lips quivering and eyes forced shut as you tried to hold on to any sort of balance you had.

“Princess..”

“Mhm?”

“Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you looked in his eyes, knowing at that point you were about to cum. You were completely self-indulgent, and Choso loved it; you’d brought your body forward, resting on your hands on either side of his head as he fucked into you. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last much longer either with your face as close to his, getting a front-row view of your reactions to how good he was fucking you. He’d gripped your ass as leverage to slam you down harder, slapping the skin there every time you said his name. When your arms started to shake, he knew you were about to cum, so, like a good boyfriend, he talked you through it.

“Look how pretty you are, fuck I love you.”

“Gonna give you the world, baby.”

“You’re mine, yeah? Cum for me, then baby, give it to me.”

You lost it right then and there, arms collapsing and body laying down on his as you came hard all over him. God, you were an angel. Whimpering for him as you milked his dick, pussy spasming around his shaft. Choso came at that point, holding your hips against his as he filled you up, groaning as he sat his face into your shoulder. Panting, he brought you into a hug as he fucked you through your orgasm, smiling as you moaned his name softly.

You can count on me to misbehave!

Choso felt a little bad for fucking you so hard, your curls had fallen a bit, and your mascara had smudged a bit when you came. You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know to pull you off and lay you down. You turned your body towards him, running your hands through his hair. He swore at this moment he could marry you; watch you walk around with his ring on your finger, but right now? He was a little too fucked out to think about it clearly.

“How was it princess?”

“So good!”

He smiled and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom to get washed up. Looking at his watch, it was 10:45. Depending on how long you took to ready again, you guys could make the lunch reservations.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“So, there was this LC500 i was looking at…”

“It’s yours.”

Primadonna girl!

♱ the song used in this story is primadonna by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hehehehe it's my shark week so rank the yanderes on their help-ability (idk if it's a word)

Yandere men and their help-ability on your shark week/period

I was also thinking of writing this last week since I was on my shark week also that time, but then I got busy so >-<

YAN! ARTIST:7/10

Arlen's pretty sensitive to stuff involving you. Of course, this meant your period too. This is one of the few times he'll leave you alone to let you somehow rest (he's aware that he's real clingy). He'll provide what you ask him to provide, but will not do it voluntarily since he wants to respect what you actually need depending on what you say.

"Muse? Do you need something? Ah, hot compress and hot chocolate? Sure. Just wait for me, okay?"

YAN! DRAGON:8/10

Vincent's also sensitive, but to blood. He can smell it, and he gets really uncomfortable. Not to the concept of period, but he's uncomfortable due to the fact that blood is permeating from you. It feels to him like you're bleeding to death despite it being a natural biological phenomenon. So he gets fussy around you and ends up being always worried, pressing his giant dragon head on your abdomen since his body temperature is higher that most monster kin and people. He also brings stuff you need to make sure you're comfortable. Although, he's quite blunt sometimes...

"Love, are you okay? I can smell the blood being a bit stronger this time. Is the flow strong? Hmm? Why are you blushing, love?"

YAN! THEATER ACTOR:9.5/10

Ignatius would actually know a lot about periods, surprisingly enough. He did play feminine roles before, and is a girl's man. An Alan if you will if you exclude the yandere-ness and the arrogance. So he's knowledgeable about stuff like this (probably more than you). He'll track your period for you, and if you're irregular, he makes sure he has an extra pad/tampon/diva cup for you. He's ready to drop the primadonna persona for once and shower you with attention.

"Stop! My god, darling! *whispers* you have a stain. Here, take my sweater. Wrap it on your waist. Then we'll go to my locker to get a new sanitary item and an extra pair of pants. Don 't worry. I'll gouge the eyes of those who saw your stain."

YAN! BUTLER:10/10

Ugh, what do we expect from the perfect butler himself? Also knows your period cycle if regular, and if you're irregular, he somehow knows when you would get your period like a week before. And he's always accurate. Tea, biscuits, sanitary items of the highest quality, somehow always have a change of a dress on him? Where does he even store it? Anyways, what i'm saying is, this man is gonna be your go to when you're on your period fr.

"Master, would you like some chocolate bonbons? I have some right here. Haha, you're just craving them? Then i'm glad I know you well enough. Here, and some medicine too."

YAN! SUGAR DADDY:5/10

As much as I love Rowan, he's probably not the best when you're on your period. He's probably the type to ask "what's your p0xxy size?" when you ask him to buy pads LMAO. He clueless, really. Despite being such a playboy before. He's also a busy man, so he's not going to be that attentive with you. But he does compensate with showering you with what you need and want though. Just... Don't ask him to buy sanitary items without specifying what brand, size, and absorbency... He will not be embarrassed to ask you shameless questions like earlier. He will get better with time though... I think.

"Darling, why do you need an extra long one? Is your p0xxy that long or-- OW! OUCH! HEY! DON'T HIT ME!"

YAN! JOCK:8/10

Since Damon is actually not a clueless jock and is an intellectual in disguise, he knows about periods. And will probably research more for you. He will run to the convenience store for you, buy you painkillers, snacks... He will be your personal errand boy for the week! This is one of the times he thanks his athletic prowess that let's him be of use of you in your shark week.

"You need painkillers, babe? Sure! Also chocolate? Um, let's see. If my route is on street X, then I could probably go around the pharmacy then the convenience store... Okay! Just wait for me. Be back in a jiffy!"

YAN! ASSASSIN:4/10

His fellow assassins in the organization more or less don't get periods anymore due to the abusive training they get there. Maybe rarely, but mostly gone. But since he needs to be academically smart to think critically, he knew about the nuances of periods. But that's it. Don't expect this guy to be helpful, he will just fumble and act smart but in reality he's not skilled in taking care of someone in their periods.

"Angel, you think that you can tell me what to do to help you? I'm clueless here. But I swear I'll help ya."

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND:4/10

Lee never paid attention to you before you broke up. So with you back in his arms, he's discovering quite a lot about you. And that meant your period routines also. If you're the type to have painful periods, panic will settle inside this man. He doesn't know what to do with that. He will fumble and fall, which is new to Lee. But learning new stuff about you actually is exciting for him. So, he may not be the best to take care of you, he will be willing to learn.

"Uh, are you okay? You look like you're about to die... Is it that painful? Fuck. I don't know what to do... The pharmacy? Okay. Uh, shit. Know what painkillers you need? Like the period specific? You'll list it down? Thank you."

YAN! COWBOY:5/10

Bad news, Knoxx will be at most average in your period. Being someone who only had you as his lover, he's pretty much new to helping you with your period. He's so focused on his horses before that he never really paid that much attention to women's biology before. Now, that you're with him, he's eagerly trying to help you as much as he can. Unfortunately, it was the bare minimum.

"Darlin! I got yer some pads! Uh... Wrong size? There are sizes? Ah sorry darlin. Can't you use them? Too short? Also mediocre brand that gets blood everywhere? Oh that's bad darlin... Okay, I'll try to find a better one."

YAN! EMO:3/10

Ashton's a lonely man. He never got together with a person before, let alone somebody with a womb. He's a single sadboy before you. He never listened to classes too, so he's really dumb when it comes to periods. His sensitivity can only get so far when it's actual human biology is involved. He will not be helpful, that's for sure. So uh, just make him run errands for snacks for you.

"What can I do? I feel so bad... I bought you tampons/pads when you use the opposite, and cold compress. Snacks? I can do that..."

YAN! WEREWOLF:6/10

Being a werewolf, he doesn't know the concept of periods. In his species, there's only the concept of Heats and Ruts, so human periods baffle him. But hey, he learns quick. So just simple instructions from you, he gives. He's average really. But due to his wolf form and the natural heat coming from him, he's a large stuff toy to cuddle AND hot compress in one.

(ugh werewolves have so much different biological concepts from each other that my werewolf specie is an amalgamation)

"Ah, you need cuddling again? Sure. Let me just shift. So go lie on the bed now and I'll be with you. Make sure to have a towel underneath your hips so no stains."

YAN! EX-HUSBAND:7.5/10

Iñigo's actually really attentive. He knows quite a lot about you so he knows your rituals on your periods. He makes sure that you're well fed, well taken care of, and if you need anything at all, he would give it on a silver platter. He makes sure that everyone respects your privacy and needs despite your mood swings. He's extra patient with you, and he works at home by this time to take care of you.

"Wifey, you good? Why I'm working in your room? Well, you told me earlier not to leave you right? So I'm here. Don't worry, just sleep in your fort, I'll be right here."

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON:10/10

Being a person in the medical field, he knows more than you know about periods. Plus, his paranoia would make him really attentive. Maybe a bit over, but you know he'll provide you everything you need. Especially if you're the painful type. Medicine will always be on stock, and that hot compress and food good for periods will be with you always. Also has access to the best sanitary items. Extra absorbent for pads and tampons, and holds a lot of blood with enough suction and a long pull tab for diva cups. He's the perfect man for the job, and he's really glad to help you.

"Did you eat the soup I gave you? Yes? Good. Here, medicine. You told me it hurts a lot, right? I told you, just call me if the medicines ran out."

YAN! VILLAIN:8.5/10

Eros did come from the modern era, and was astounded by the bad sanitary items in this era. Magic is the new technology, but they can't even make decent sanitary pads? Unbelievable. So you know he made it a business opportunity. It was taboo talk, period that is. Noble lords found it vulgar, some noble women too, but they ultimately gave in and was surprised by it's effectiveness than just.... Cloth. When asked, he will answer that he made the pad just for your needs. And you know that this man spoils you a lot with the profits.

"See? That's better than those flimsy cloths. it feels comfortable, right? Without it worrying if it will untie. It's just for you, my duchess."

YAN! POLITICIAN:6.5/10

With how busy he is, he's probably not around you that much when you're on your period. BUT he will be giving you what you need and want. He will be absent, sure, but he always have the cctv camera rolling to see if you're in pain, in need of food, or new sanitary items. And if he sees that you need something, he will be ordering somebody to buy you things.

"I saw that you needed medicine. So I let my vice mayor bring it to you. Don't worry, he's compensated. I'm just glad you're not in pain anymore."

YAN! MAFIA BOSS:8/10

Surprisingly, Hades is really good at taking care of you on your period. His men will be errand boys on your beck and call. He will be extra careful with you, maybe a bit too much. He will princess carry you if you want. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed? Yes! Hot compress always hot, and entertainment will be always with you. If you want, his men will entertain you too. But then, it will be a bad idea cuz if you laughed at this men's antics... His jealousy will trigger.

"You good? You need to eat... A what? I don't think that's available here, love but hey, nothing that I can't get. Just wait for me, love. I'll just order my men to find it here."

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[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 15

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Tracy Chapman:

"I can’t think of anything clever to say because I’m too busy sighing dreamily"

"GUYS ITS FUCKING TRACY CHAPMAN VOTE FOR HER OR ELSE ILL EAT PLAYDOUGH"

"Tracy Chapman made the best song of all time (fast car)"

"ik im the hope sandoval guy but if hope doesn't make it tracy has to she made me realize i was a lesbian i just thought i was bi then i listened to her and now im a lesbian she is powerful she is strength if you looked at her and looked at my art you would see 20 years of inspiration from one single woman"

"she's too good to commit atrocities to me but im the gore guy and you aren't for that. i would let her take out my vocal chords and use them as floss. i would have her saw down my bones to make a vinyl of her music. i would go on all fours and let her slaughter me like a pig. i want to be her cat"

"The most powerful written and performed voice of the 90s. Everyone, of any nationality or belief system, could feel the words Tracy Chapman sang. She gets her dues but deserves even more."

Stephen Malkmus:

"i can't even stand stephen malkmus but there's a very special girl out there who needs this win"

"My perpetually stoned, nonsensical girlfriend...if we don't invent the time machine soon I might die. He's like 6 ft tall so unfortunately I'd be like one of those birds that ride on giraffes and eat bugs out of their fur. And then I'd die in a weed accident during the recording of Wowee Zowee? Before that though I'd spend 25 hrs a day in bed with him. Alright thanks"

"Stephen Malkmus chronically addicted to moaning and gasping in Pavement songs like he’s getting the best dicking down of his life in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is asleep"

"This is the indie-label match, right? Then it has to be Malkmus, he *made* the scene. And he's still releasing excellent music today. He's just the most influential rockstar of the 90s."

"my gay pavement fan uncle gets out of prison tonight and he knows you ratted him out in '06. the only way to make this right is to vote for stephen"

"Pretty please vote for him, my friend loves him and he really wants him to win"

""There were times he refused to speak to his bandmates, pulling a jacket over his head and referring to himself as "the little bitch"." I have also heard him refer to himself as a brat, a queen, a primadonna, a sociopath, and a narcissist. All of these descriptors have made me want to slam him against a wall and turn his neck fun new colors."

"I mean, Pavement is THEE indie band of the 90s. The lowkey snark, Koreaaaa, so much style that it's wasted. And Malkmus is an understated cool rockstar: the hair, the face, Silver Jews! He never ever sold out. He's the 90s."

"the most beautiful man ever he looks like a gorgeous fairytale prince. he has been hot since he emerged on the scene and continues to be so as their reunion tour comes to a close. stephen forever"

"we have to consider the autism swagger. find me a pavement write up that doesn’t spend three paragraphs waxing lyrical on his inability to make eye contact. find me a YouTube comment section that doesn’t have hoards of moms swooning over his flat affect. his refusal to wear anything more formal than a flannel for the first decade of his career? genuinely culturally influential. 30 glorious years of expressionless performances. sunglasses in the dark. so many straight men falling over themselves for him they made a joke about it in the Barbie movie. raw tbh sex appeal. and he’s got a great nose"

"he had a couple of unfortunate haircuts during this period but highkey i would break both of my arms to just be able to make out with him. please vote for SM my life is in danger if you don't"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #tracy chapman #stephen malkmus #pavement

[bllakcat]

— FIVE SONGS.

siren ; kailee morgue. there's a bright side to every wrong thing, if you're looking at me through the right eyes. darkness in my name, don't you wanna come &. play on the cool side, don't be so shy.

guilty ; marina. oh i'm a guilty one, &. i know what i have done. yeah, i'm a troubled one, &. i won't be forgiven. guilty on the run, &. i know what i have done. guilty on the run, &. i'm never forgiven. i was just a kid that you could not forgive because it's harder. i was just a kid, &. all i really wanted was my father.

marilyn monroe ; astrid s. if i sing something you don't like, am i the problem? 'cause i think i've been holding back, it's not what i want. if i show a little bit more skin, already know what you're gonna think. don't tell me what i'm gonna do, what i won't. i will decide what i will what i won't.

oh no ; marina. i know exactly what i want &. who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk &. talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self - fulfilled prophecy, oh! oh, no! ... one track mind, one track heart. if i fail i'll fall apart. maybe it is all a test, 'cause i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

primadonna ; marina. primadonna girl, yeah. all i ever wanted was the world. i can't help that i need it all, the primadonna life, the rise &. fall. you say that i'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault. got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave, ... beauty queen on a silver screen, living life like i'm in a dream. i know i've got a big ego, i really don't know why it's such a big deal though.

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[orchidrene]

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They might give good advice or you might've given them advice regarding something (very unlikely though, I feel like you don't talk to each other at all.) I feel like they are a romantic and have started developing a crush on you. I'm getting a very crush like energy. They get butterflies when around you and they feel giddy and happy. They seem to be a pretty soft person. "Who you fall in love with isn't a choice but the way you love them is." They might be the type who doesn't believe in gender norms. They think that you are very elegant, I'm getting black swan energy from you. You might have leo, cancer, pisces or libra placements or atleast you're always really well dressed according to them. They think you're a go getter who also likes to have fun and knows how to enjoy life. They might also be the type to romanticize their own life (they might have pisces, taurus or libra moon or other placements.) They might want to get you flowers (specifically baby's breath or white roses.) They think about going to the aquarium with you, ice skating with you, going on a picnic date, enjoying each other's company until you fall asleep in their arms, stargazing with you (sitting on a hill or rooftop looking at the stars with a blanket), watching the sunrise or sunset, you watching them play with kids and puppies or vice versa, baking together, going to an art gallery or a museum with you, watching a movie on the couch while cuddling, etc. They find you confident, I'm getting them holding their breath when in a close proximity to you. Please listen to the songs I'm going to give below they'll describe a lot about how they feel about you. I'm getting you radiating 'blank space' by Taylor Swift energy. Do you by chance like the colour pink? I feel like they're spying on you more so by listening to other people talking about you. Some people might talk shit about you but they will think of other people's negative assumptions about you to be positive (like supposing someone calls you a player, they just think that you are attractive and know how to weigh your options or someone says that you're calculated and cunning, they just think that you're strategic and know what you want and how to get it.) 'Primadonna girl' is playing right now, they think of you to be an IT girl. I'm getting you to be a very nice and sweet but cold and rude appearing person, you might roast your close friends and might come off distant and full of yourself and have a lot of confidence. "You say that I'm kinda difficult but it's always someone else's fault, got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave." You might enjoy living in luxury (everyone does but well-) and have an expensive aura. I'm seriously getting you being a sweet heartbreaker who appears cold at first but is very warm and is very selfless but people put you off for being selfish when you choose yourself for once and don't take their bullshit. People might act like you don't have emotions and when you express them 💀 they attack you for doing so. 'Girls just wanna have fun' started playing now. You might have a similar aura to pile 2's picture.

Pile 2

I feel like you are seen as someone who's gentle and radiate pleasant and loving energy to anyone you come in contact with. You might be deeply sensitive and embrace the ideals of romantic love and have a natural ability to keep romance alive and well in relationships. You might have a more vintage appearance. The person stalking you seems to have a more cold aura. I feel like they're intrigued because you might have said something mean to them, they might have tried to push you around thinking it would be easy but were met with your ruthless and mean side. I'm getting two people spying on you together. I'm getting them being guys for some reason. They might not even be pushing you around, they might just tease you a lot and you were having a bad day so you snapped back. They might be best friends or in the same friend circle. I'm getting frat boy vibes from one of them and cold ice king kind of aura from the other one. I feel like one or both of them were playfully teasing you and you snapped back and since that was pretty out of character for you, they got turned on 💀😭. Also, maybe someone else they talk to revealed to them that they like you, so now they're getting weird romantic feelings for you. I feel like you might be attracted to the frat boy like dude if your sexuality allows it but you don't really care too much about making a move or anything and if not, you would find them attractive if you found out who it was. You might find the ice king person to be too jokey and annoying. They might watch anime and also hentai (adult anime.) They might find you sexually attractive to be honest, only to themselves though, they seem to care a lot about their image to sexualize anyone publicly. They also seem to be very respectful people, they're guys you'd feel safe around. I feel like one of them listens to Shawn Mendes while thinking about you, they have definitely developed a romantic liking for you and the other might listen to Justin Bieber while thinking about you, both of them seem to like you though 💀. The person that you snapped back at romanticizes you arguing with them. The other (frat boy dude in my opinion) might have liked you for quite some time, I feel like they might flirt with you once in a while but you just don't notice or play it off as their personality. Someone might like one direction or listen to them too. Both of them see you as goody two shoes so like they wish to protect you and also spoil you a bit, I'm getting the female lead from 'fifty shades of grey' and Rory Gilmore from the 'gilmore girls' energy from you, they might even call you Mary and make fun of you 💀.

Pile 3

Ex friend or someone from the friend group. Can be a past situationship (friends but more than friends) too. They might have done you really dirty, I'm getting you literally crying your eyes out because of them and then being completely detached because you just felt so hurt. I feel like hangouts just don't feel the same anymore. They might have gotten into a similar situation and now they don't have anyone to lean on or might have been feeling kind of left out from the rest of the friend group. Maybe they know that you have moved on and won't let them back into your life so they are scared to come forward, all they can do is stalk your social media and try to get information about you. You might have 'idgaf' by Dua Lipa kinda attitude towards them. I'm not getting much for this pile, they might be up in their head about you though. I feel like the rest of the group also feels your absence. "If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave." I'm hearing that you followed the saying. You might still be very grateful for the memories and lessons even if you don't want reminisce and try not to think about them.

Pile 4

Ex partner, someone who really loves you and a love rival from the past. If you don't have ex's choose a different pile. I feel like they're hurt over whatever happened in the past. Even if this person cheated, you both seem to have done each other dirty. I'm getting an 'us against the world but the world won' trope. You both might have hurt each other a lot. They're really grateful about the memories but they still feel so hurt, they think that you've moved on and they don't want to interfere with your happiness. I'm getting them wanting to jump into a relationship with you but not being able to. It might've been quite a long time since the both of you parted ways, they might know that you do love them or atleast did at some point but they think that it's not even relevant to you anymore. Your ex might think that you're hardworking and maybe you prioritizing your work to the point you neglected them is how they remember you. They might feel like you don't care about them because you didn't love them the way you could if you loved them :(. Maybe you're a very loving person but were emotionally unavailable to them. They might have also been afraid of you leaving them so they left you or might have felt and heard from someone that you had your eyes on someone else. I feel like it's been a long time since this situation took place. They might be in a state where they cannot text you even if they want to, maybe your username is complicated and different from before or you changed your number, if not, it's taking every fibre in their body to stop themselves from texting you. This is so sad, they probably think of you when they're sick and wonder if you're fine or imagine you taking care of them as a form of comfort. They might think of texting you when they hear that you're struggling with something too :'(. An advice for the both of you is to move on. I'm not allowed to say anything beyond this apparently :). Take care of yourselves. If it's a past love rival, they think that you've glown up but feel bad for you regarding something, maybe the person chose them over you, they don't really see you as a rival and I think it's the same way from your side too.

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[inthenameofallthingsholy]

Barbie Day Activities: My Barbie Playlist

Happy Barbie Day, Ladies and Gentlebitches. Here is my Summer Barbie Playlist.

(This isn’t including any songs that came with the movie, as those are a given)

Truth Hurts- Lizzo

Big Energy- Latto (literally the song of the summer)

Super Freaky Girl- Nicki Minaj

Fabulous- Sharpay Evans

Good As Hell- Lizzo

Juice- Lizzo

Cool For The Summer/Juice mashup on YT

I Love It- Icona Pop, Charlie XCX

Starships- Niki Minaj

Flowers- Miley Cyrus

Oops!…I Did It Again- Britney Spears

The Sweet Escape- Gwen Stefani

No Scrubs- TLC

California Girls- Katy Perry

Call Me Maybe- Carly Rae Jepsen

So What- P!nk

What The Hell- Avril Lavigne

Raise Your Glass- P!nk

Barbie Girl- Aqua

Sorry Not Sorry- Demi Lovato

Fancy- Iggy Azalea, Charlie XCX

Material Girl- Madonna

Thank You Next- Ariana Grande

Boys- Charlie XCX

Bubblegum Bitch- MARINA

Woman- Doja Cat

Take A Hint- Tori Vega and Jade West

The Man- Taylor Swift

7 Rings- Ariana Grande

I Forgot That Your Existed- Taylor Swift

Say So- Doja Cat

Party In The USA- Miley Cyrus

positions- Ariana Grande

Kiss Me More- Doja Cat, SZA

Primadonna- MARINA

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun- Cyndi Lauper

Wannabe- Spice Girls

Shake It Off- Taylor Swift

Womanizer- Britney Spears

Gimme More- Britney Spears

Vacation- The Go-Go’s

Independent Woman- Destiney’s Child

#barbie life in the dreamhouse #barbie #barbie movie #the barbie movie

[lucacangettathisass]

@tybaltsjuliet tagged me to share four favourite albums!

Electra Heart by MARINA (at the time Marina And The Diamonds)

'Changed my brain chemistry' as the kids say these days. The combo of the There's Something Dangerous About The Boredom Of Teenage Girls vibes with pop really got me. I first listened to it during what was probably the high point (low point?) of my (then undiagnosed) depression. Teen Idle, Valley Of The Dolls, and Primadonna were on constant repeat, make of that what you will. Special mention to Bubblegum Bitch because of course. This album was/is undoubtedly my Joker and I truly do think it, in part, made me who I am today. Shout out to the time I wanted a heart beauty mark tattoo to match the Electra Heart heart beauty mark.

Born To Die by Lana Del Rey

If you were an afab teen when this came out you almost definitely listened to this album, doubly so if you were mentally ill, tripley (is that a word?) so if you were into old Hollywood, and quadraply (not sure if that's a word either) so if you proclaimed older men were your type. I was all four, so, naturally, Lana became my saviour. Off To The Races, Diet Mountain Dew, and National Anthem were songs I desperately wanted to live in, for better or worse, and I yearned to be as cool and apathetic and desired as the girls in the songs. Video Games didn't hit as hard for me at first, but i would grow to love that one, too, same with Summertime Sadness. And, perhaps predictably, Lolita wormed its way into my psyche almost immediately. The fact that this album and Electra Heart came into my life around the same time really did a number on me.

Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez

Yeah, yeah, we get it. You were deeply mentally ill as a teen and sought escapism via pop music with Problematic Themes.

Sue me. At the time, I hadn't heard anyone who sounded like Melanie, so I was intrigued and fell down the rabbit hole. Pity Party hit me the hardest as I found it difficult to socialise with my peers, and still do (thanks late diagnosed autism), so this one felt Deeply Personal. Tag, You’re It and Milk And Cookies are also favourites due to the storytelling and atmosphere. Carousel also deserves a special mention for the same reasons, but I feel the other two do it just a bit better.

Lemonade by Beyonce

Look, we all remember where we were when this dropped. I especially remember how bad I felt for her, hearing the pain Jay Z put her through (which is why I find it insane she took him back, but that's neither here nor there). Hold Up remains incredible, from the instruments to the video to the dress (I need it in my life), and the spoken word at the beginning, but if I had to choose a favourite track, it's probably Daddy Lessons. Afab persons with complicated relationships with their fathers rise up. Love Drought and Freedom are both tied for a very close second. And of course, Sorry deserves a mention purely for the level of anger in it. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall when Jay first heard this album.

Special mentions:

Traumazine by Megan Thee Stallion (Her, Scary ft. Rico Nasty, and Plan B)

Hot Pink by Doja Cat (Cyber Sex, Say So, and Like That)

Planet Her by Doja Cat (Woman, Get Into It (Yuh), and Kiss Me More ft. SZA)

CTRL by SZA (Supermodel, Drew Barrymore, Prom, The Weekend, and Normal Girl)

SOS by SZA (Kill Bill, F2F, and Gone Girl)

i'm tagging @blckbrdlove @romantichomicide95 and @lovereren

#tagged in

[derelictheretic]

oc tag: song challenge!

Tagged by @hoesephseed @quentinbecks @thefathersbride and @adelaidedrubman !! Thank you guys <333

Tagging: @i-am-the-balancing-point @bl-beater @florbelles @strafethesesinners @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @aceghosts

step 1 → create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 → list 5 songs that inspired (or capture the feel of) your oc. if you chose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of ‘em! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

Putting under a read more bc it got long <3

Piper Vasquez

1. Creep by Radio Head

I want you to notice | When I'm not around | So fuckin' special | I wish I was special

2. Cherry Pie by Warrant

She's my cherry pie | Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise | Tastes so good, make a grown man cry

3. Highway to Hell by ACDC

No stop signs | Speed limit | Nobody's gonna slow me down

4. We Will Rock You by Queen

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace | Waving your banner all over the place

5. Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

This indecision's bugging me | If you don't want me, set me free | Just who the fuck am I supposed to be | Don't even know which clothes'll fit me

Anya Cherkov

1. Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives

I am selfish I am broken I am cruel | I am all the things they might have said to you | Do you ever think of me and my two hands | And wonder why | They never soothed your fevers

2. Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

When we dance in my living room | To that silly '90s R&B | When we have a drink or three | Always ends in a hazy shower scene

3. Swan Lake by Pyotr llyich Tchaikovsky, André Previn, London Symphony Orchestra

4. Bite The Hand by Julien Baker

Who do you think you are? | Who do you think I am? | What do you wanna say? | What do you think will change | Maybe i'm afraid of you

5. For Elise by Betoven

Blair Marie Bell

1. Oh My God by Adele

I'm a fool, but they all think i'm blind | I'd rather be a fool than leave myself behind | I don't have to explain myself to you | I am a grown woman and I do what I want to do

2. I AM WOMAN by Emmy Meli

I am woman, I am fearless | I am sexy, I'm divine | I'm unbeatable, I'm creative | Honey, you can get in line

3. whore by King Kitty

I ain't got no problems that I think are worth adressing | You are just a pair of hands that I call to undress me | Undress me | Unzip my dress please | Impress me | On my mattress (king)

4. Candyman by Christina Aguilera

Well, by now i'm getting all bothered and hot | When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot | He got lips like sugar cane, oh | Good things come for boys who wait

5. You've Got a Friend in Me by Randy Newman (the Michael Bublé cover tho)

Some other folks might be | A little smarter than I am | Bigger and stronger too | Maybe | But none of them will ever love you | The way I do | It's me and you boy

Heather Lucille Valentine

1. I am not a woman, i'm a god by Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a God | I am not a martyr, I'm a problem | I am not a legend, I'm a fruad | So keep your heart, 'cause I already got one

2. Primadonna Girl by MARINA

'Cause I'm a Primadonna girl, yeah | All I ever wanted was the world | I can't help that I need it all | The primadonna life, the rise and fall | You say that I'm kinda difficult | But it's always someone else's fault

3. cult leader by KiNG MALA

I might be the villain | In somebody else's story | But that's fine | My methods are controversial | But at least it keeps them all in line | In line | I don't need your roses, I like men on their knees | Praying up to their god, seeing visions of me

4. Power & Control by MARINA

I'm gonna make you fall | We give and take a little more | 'Cause all my life I've been controlled | You can't have peace without a war | Without a war, without a war

5. Fake Bitch by UPSAHL

Fake bitch, fake bitch | Running from her problems | But she makes it look so good when she ignores them | And she puts them on a shelf | And she whispers to herself | It's okay, bitch | Don't ever change, bitch |

#misc: tag game #misc: music #oc: Piper Vasquez #oc: Anya Cherkov #oc: Blair Marie Bell #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I GOT THAT I COULD MAKE BLAIR IN THE MAKER AJSHSJDJDJDH #she also turned out the best so ahajshdjdn #For the songs they're all a mix of what they'd listen to and what vibes match their character #hence Anya having the two classical pieces. that's all she listens too ajsnsndnd #this was fun to do thank you for tagging me!! this was a nice wind down <3

[aswho1estuff]

A million views?

EP. 1 Schools in

Plot summary: love blossoms from the vines of difference and grows in between the papers of music.

Ep. 1 Overview: schools in and summers out Snow and Empress meet again.

Masterlist

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Snow pov:

Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it

I fish out my tiny mirror and chapstick fixing my lips over. Out the corner of my eye i see Empress aka Princess the nightmare to my dream simply put my enemy.

She’s done everything to irk me smart, pretty, talented- of course not as talented as I, and that good girl act shes atrocious. She even went as far as being linked to that ancient Evil Queen, her grandmother I think.

Oh oh oh my lips so luscious

Pushing out my lips after rubbing them I feel her watching. The heated stare into the side of my face tickles me. Another layer wouldn’t hurt lifting it toward my lips again as I take in hers and trust me they’re a nice pair, you know if you're into that of course, you know I don't know.

Probably the reason all these boys got crushes

*bang* my chapstick hits the wall rolling as the bell rings releasing the masses. I turn to hit rook in his arm, laughing he looks for the chapstick.

Whatchu know bout me

“Is this yours, Snow ball” there she was the apple of my eye muttering my name as if she didn’t wanna say it. I grab it out of her hand to pull it but she won’t let go lifting narrowing her eyes at me “thank you” I reply making her let go as she proceeds to walk away.

“Who’s your daddy?” Princeton laughs making me push him over “no respect, at all” i mug packing my stuff. Silence fills the room as I finish and walk towards the door “Snow” Ruby breaks it “yea?” I say turning around “…who’s your mommy?” they finally get out their grand speech as they begin to hyena laugh.

“Unbelievable both of you” I yell out pointing at them what horrible friends. I’ll overlook this only cause I somewhat love them and I'm merciful but the words leave a itch I can't reach.

“What do you have?” Princeton asks Ruby looking over his lunch tray about to make a bargain. Tuning their deal out I finally find Empress she definitely looks different this year. Darker makeup and a blowout but my main fascinations been her new nails bloody bruise red stiletto tips I think.

Sharp enough to cut, I wonder if she touched me would it hur-“Snow, oh beautiful Snow” Princeton waves his hand infront of my face. Everyone has disappeared and the ringing of the school bell becomes persistent, was I staring that long?.

[Diamonds]Tracklist: 1. Primadonna 2. Hollywood 3. Oh no

[After Romeo]Tracklist: 1. I want it that way 2. Bye bye bye 3. (backstreets) back

“Class I’m glad to inform y’all everyone did their summer projects your album and today we will jump right in and go over them, first two the Diamonds then After Romeo.”

Empress pov :

I can't deny everyone does like boy bands it's a guilty pleasure I'll give them that. their last track though was really pretty different from what they usually do I enjoyed it.

"cough" looking up I find Snow "here" opening my hand I take it from him. A tiny vile with flowers in it meticulous work really, looking up I smile "thanks" "..of course" Snow says walking on.

Watching him I find his furrowed face to be bearable he's almost cute even but I wouldn't tell him that myself nor fall for it, his beauty's like a curse and everyone's been warned against it.

<- masterlist Episode .2 ->

#x black reader #black reader x #art school au #musician au #Youtube #SoundCloud #a million views series #Spotify #popular male lead

[jacksgreysays]

Primadonna Girl (sounds through the earth and skies), (2024-03-23)

For some lighter bleak!primadonna AU brainrot (ah, the juxtaposition) I present to you the following:

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Primadonna Girl (fills the void up with celluloid)

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There is a castle on fire. An unsettling number of civilians, slightly singed but otherwise unharmed, are staring at them. The mayor—who called them here in the first place—is cursing them out from his tied up position on the ground, fake monster costume in pieces around him.

Isahiko is trying to settle the crowd with mixed success—they are, perhaps, only calming down because he seems to be increasingly more nervous as the danger dissipates—while Kazuto grins widely, chattering at their indulgent client with an unwarranted air of accomplishment. In contrast, Kumayoshi silently meets eyes with Kako Heijo’s manager and tries not to consider how much trouble they’re all going to be when they head back to Konoha.

—

Considering none of them have the corresponding names, they are an almost stereotypical example of the Ino-Shika-Chou arrangement: which is to say, straight down the middle average, no specialized skills pointing them in the direction of any particular department, and only remembered—if they ever are—as a team not as individuals.

Which is fine. None of them are especially ambitious—or, well, not in the way that would make Kazuto’s clan worried—and they would much rather stick together as a run of the mill team of chuunin than be separated…

But it would be nice, sometimes, if the clan heads would stop assigning blame to the three of them when, really, it’s only one person at fault and it’s not like they have any ability to control her when the Hokage couldn’t.

—

Kumayoshi stares at his beer, betrayed. He does not look up to meet the deceptively kind eyes of his clan head, not even when a hand lands on his shoulder, equally deceptively comforting, trusting. Kumayoshi keeps looking at his betrayal beer.

What an honor, said Kumayoshi’s parents, Chouji-sama has invited you for drinks. He wants to talk to you in person. You must have done so well on your last mission.

Kumayoshi did not do well on his last mission. They set a castle on fire on his last mission. They upended the local government in less than a week. Kazuto has developed a worrying fascination with explosions!

“We would appreciate it,” Chouji-sama says, “if you continue to accept mission requests from that particular client.”

We? Oh no, that’s not even an order from the head of his clan alone. That’s from all three heads of the alliance.

“I, personally, would be indebted if you kept her as safe as she will allow you.”

A personal debt from the clan head. Kumayoshi’s parents would be over the moon. They don’t know the cost. They wouldn’t understand. He is a broken man.

Kumayoshi closes his eyes and doesn’t audibly sigh. He nods. “Of course, it would be my honor.”

—

Isahiko cracks almost immediately.

To be fair, Ino-sama’s slit pupil stare is far less kind than Chouji-sama’s.

She also doesn’t bother with the pretense of drinks or the Yamanaka equivalent of it which is to coincidentally share a shift in the greenhouses and have a sideways conversation about something unrelated but which somehow, pointedly, conveys the exact message required.

No, he is not treated so nicely. Instead, Ino-sama summons Isahiko to her office in the depths of T&I and stares at him as he fidgets in the seat across from her. There is a bouquet featuring delphiniums and zinnias on her desk. The smile on her face is simultaneously grim and victorious.

“Okay! Yes, okay! I’ll do it, I promise!” Isahiko yelps, only vaguely aware of what he’s agreeing to, but swearing all the same.

“Thank you,” she says, a rare moment of soft honesty, before she turns to the paperwork on her desk. “You can go now.” She waves a hand dismissively.

Excused, Isahiko scrambles to leave, but before he can reach the door, Ino-sama adds.

“Does your, hmm, what’s his name?” The hum is a lie. The uncertainty is a lie. It’s always mind games with this clan. It’s why he has anxiety. “Does Kazuto still not know who she is?”

Isahiko cringes, this time in embarrassment rather than fear. “No, he does not.”

—

“So I read the report from your last mission,” says Kinokawa to Kazuto. They are in the Nara library viewing room, watching a movie that is mostly explosions. Takatori despairs of them both.

“Pretty rad, right?”

“… you had fun?”

Kazuto doesn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah, man, it’d be cool to work with Kako Heijo again. Did you know she really does her own stunts?”

Kinokawa looks at Kazuto. Kazuto looks back.

“Yes. I did know that.”

“Right, right, you giant fanboy. Hey, if I work with her again, I’ll see if I can get an autograph for your collection.”

“… you’re a good cousin, Kazuto.”

“Yeah, I am.”

—

The next time a mission request comes from the suspiciously blandly named civilian manager of Kako Heijo, the equally blandly named mission desk nin does not put it in the general pool of C-ranks, but instead sets it aside for a team of not particularly memorable, run of the mill chuunin.

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A/N: I just really wanted to make an “unimpressive” ANY team that Shikako (or, rather, Kako Heijo’s totally a civilian manager) keeps requesting to do, like, the film crew stuff that is too dangerous for actual civilians and I also really wanted the Nara member of the team to not know who she actually was. I like to think that Nara are geniuses in most things and can also be oblivious in equal measure to other things—like Shikako’s lack of awareness of how powerful she is. I also like to think that Kazuto’s explosions are not seal based at all but, like, him trying to manipulate wind and fire natured chakra. Understandably it is less controlled and thus more concerning than to do the same with seals It probably wasn’t clear, but during the mission at the beginning, the mayor had invited Kako Heijo to film at the castle and wanted to do some kind of insurance fraud/crime framing thing, a la Scooby Doo but worse because maybe some dissenting townspeople had been trapped in the basement which was set to explode. This installment is because sometimes even I have to change things up from getting TOO sad/politically charged—although, you know, I’m still going to sprinkle in some hinted politics in my comedy relief.

#jacksgreyson #fanfiction #writing #primadonna girl (says no thank you) #dreaming of sunshine #naruto #chouji akimichi #ino yamanaka #kinokawa nara

[chaand-sitara]

τέσσερα

"We're like . . . like dinosaurs bedazzled by all the pretty lights in the sky, too fucking stupid to realise it's a comet getting closer and closer."

Primadonna was right now sitting inside her closet thinking what she should wear for the night of the comet, even though she was not excited to meet the people she was extremely excited for the comet because it was pretty rare.

In the morning, Bonnie and Elena were distributing the flyers for the program, so Primadonna also took one and kept it safe as souvenir.

After a minute or so Primadonna decided to go with a pastel purple tank crop top with light blue baggy jeans and a black shrug.

She went inside her car and left to go to the location almost everyone would crowd because she lived pretty far from them.

When she reached there with a candle in a small holder, She saw that Matt had lit Elena's candle.

'Poor Matt, I think he should really move on.. Elena doesn't like him anymore.'

She walked near to Elena but to only stop when she saw That Now Stefan was talking to her.

She turned around kept her candle down because she knew no one would light it for her which she was fine by with.

She looked around and had spotted Caroline, Bonnie and other few children from her school.

Then she felt a tap, which made her turn around and there she was, Pandora, her little Ray of sunshine at night. Then Primadonna also felt her candle being lit up.

"Thanks Andie, Who lit yours?" Then Pandora thought for awhile and said "Uh an uncle? He was tall, ice colour eyes and very very black hair".

'Oh it might be Stefan's brother, Demon? Daxon? Damon!'then Primadonna nodded and said "That's nice but just don't let strangers near you that much okay?"

Pandora nodded and grabbed Primadonna's hand and said "I don't think I would ever be in any danger when you're here for me Maddie!" Primadonna smiled at the child's innocence and said "Yeah, no one can harm you.. No one."

They both then looked at the sky for the comet.

Primadonna then looked back at Elena's direction and saw that now there stood Stefan, looking little down. Pandora also took notice of it and dragged them towards him and then asked" What happened? Why are you sad? "

Stefan looked at the kid confused then looked up and saw Primadonna and then said" Oh hey Primadonna, who is she? " Primadonna, now calmed down by Pandora's sudden drag said" Uh, my little cousin! Just taking care of her. Seriously though, what happened?"

Then Stefan thought for a awhile and said" Oh nothing just.. Little troubles you don't have to worry about."

Primadonna then got a call and saw the ID was of Bonnie. She picked the phone and then heard" Stop talking to Stefan, we need you right now."

Primadonna then looked suprised how she knew and looked around to find Bonnie any near them but couldn't find her, then she heard again" Just come to grill now. "

Primadonna then said" Uh ok" she then disconnected the call and said "Uh sorry see you later, Bonnie needs me." Stefan then smiled and said "Yes, yes, Go ahead. Bye." then Primadonna and Pandora left for the grill.

✧༝┉˚*❋ ❋*˚┉༝✧

As soon as they both reached the grill, Pandora left Primadonna's hand and ran towards the table where the girls were sitting in. Then she went to the bar and ordered 3 buckets of fries and 2 coca colas.

After she got her order she also joined the people in the table and gave them two buckets of fries to share while she and Pandora would share the one last bucket.

"Oh thanks alot you brought food!" Bonnie said, Tyler was also there, so he took few fries and stuffed them in his mouth, just after it Jeremy arrived and said "Has anyone seen Vicki?"

Tyler then glared at Jeremy and snapped "You're her stalker, Why don't you tell us?" which made Primadonna confused 'Oh god.. What is going on again?' Jeremy then decided to ignore Tyler and said "I can't find her."

Then Tyler butted in again saying "She probably found some one else to party with, sorry Pill pusher, you've been replaced." All this arguing was making everyone feel uncomfortable including Pandora even though she couldn't even understand half of the things they were saying.

Matt then interupted saying "How about you guys just shut up and help me find my sister? Please?" Primadonna then felt bad for Matt and got up and said "Don't worry Matt we will try to help you find Vicky."

Then Matt smiled at Primadonna and said "Thanks Lap-I mean Lappy." Primadonna then rolled her eyes and said "Yeah it's OK" then Bonnie said "We will check the bathrooms." then Matt said "Then we will check the square."

Then Bonnie and Primadonna went towards the bathrooms and Primadonna checked outside of the bathrooms and then Bonnie checked the ladies and gents one.

Sadly Vicky was not near the bathrooms and when Bonnie came out with no sign of Vicky either they both knew Vicky was not there either.

Then they decided to head out but before Primadonna could she felt a tug which made her look down and see Pandora, whom she had completely forgotten about which was weird as she never left Pandora out.

"Maddie, I think I am gonna go back to.. House.. Don't worry about me, just go find your friend, I will see you later." Primadonna then bent down and kissed the little girl's head and said "OK, just try to be careful, I don't the thing which harmed Vicky to harm you too."

Pandora nodded and ran towards her orphanage then Primadonna left the Grill

After sometime

Primadonna had now gotten a phone call from Bonnie saying Vicky was found which gave Primadonna a wave of relief. Then she looked around and saw that now she was in the forest..

"Shit.." then she thought 'I guess while trying to find Vicky I didn't notice where I was going' Primadonna tried to remember the way she came from to the forest but couldn't do so as it was dark and very unclear.

Then she moved a little forward when suddenly she tripped on a rock and collided with a tree, she touched the bark of it and then felt a craving on it. She trailed the pattern of the craving and it felt like an arrow, she moved towards the direction of the arrow and met an another tree.

She touched this tree and for her suprise, this also had an arrow, she did the samething again and again cause all the arrows on the tress were slowly making her reach back to her home!

Then when she reached the last tree which was because the arrow was now pointed towards the house she felt something else too, she touched it and felt words. Slowly, she read all the cravings and then came to a conclusion that it read.

'Way out from the forest to The Tsimehcla Residence by

-D.S,P.N.T,S.S,

'

Weird whose initials are these? Why do I care? Atleast they helped me out, thanks you three,because of you I don't have to live blue lagoon, forest version.But how did they know my house? Oh yeah, I remember dad had told me this house belonged to our ancestors and he had bought from some person again.. Dang.. The inicials of this person is same as mine!' Primadonna saluted the initials and then left to go back to her home which was now not very much far away.

As soon as she reached back home she felt a weird feeling as if something was watching her which was extremely new for her. She looked behind her back and then she felt a movement behind the forest and then she shouted "whoever is it come out! I swear I will call the police if you do not do so!"

She waited for awhile but no one was there, she turned back and decided to go back to her house as she was now tired and that could've easily been an animal.

She went inside her house, took a nice and warm bath, changed into her Pjs and then plopped down her to finally sleep after such a long day.

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

A/n :- so just to be clear the word Tsimehcla is pronounced as See-mek-La it is not an actual surname but for our character it is very important, guess why

Hint:- not every thing is straight

#bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #stefan salvatore #sebastian kydd #austin butler x reader

[vlolets]

electra heart by marina (and the diamonds) for the fav lyrics/album ask 💫

Omg yessss thank you 😘

bubblegum bitch 🖤 i'm the girl you'd die for / i'll chew you up and spit you out

primadonna 🖤 and i'm sad to the core core core / every day is a chore chore chore / when you give i want more more more / i wanna be adored

lies 🖤 'cause the night is your woman and she'll set you free

homewrecker 🖤 i guess you could say that my life's a mess / but i'm still looking pretty in this dress

starring role 🖤 come on, baby, let's just get drunk / forget we don't get on

state of dreaming 🖤 i would sell my sorry soul if i could have it all

power & control 🖤 power and control / i'm gonna make you fall

living dead 🖤 the weight of an empty life / will lessen in the moonlight

teen idle 🖤 i wish i wasn't such a narcissist / i wish i didn't really kiss the mirror when i'm on my own / oh god i'm gonna die alone

valley of the dolls 🖤 built with a heart broken from the start

hypocrates 🖤 i know you only want to own me

fear and loathing 🖤 i wanna feel like i am floating / instead of constantly exploding / in fear and loathing

how to be a heartbreaker 🖤 but baby when you're done / you gotta be the first to run

radioactive 🖤 tonight i feel like neon gold / i take one look at you and i grow cold

sex yeah 🖤 all my life i've tried to hide what history has given me

buy the stars 🖤 we come alone and alone we die / and no matter how hard you try / i'll always belong in the sky

lonely hearts club 🖤 love will never be forever / feelings are just like the weather

e.v.o.l 🖤 well you're the best i've ever seen / and i'm your dying beauty queen

electra heart 🖤 at the altar / would you pay the price?

#this fucking album #don't psychoanalyse me based on the lyrics i chose challenge

[spicywhenspeaking]

Star-Crossed Connection: Chapter One

masterpost

Nick Folio x Original Female Character

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

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FLASH Seraphina! Seraphina!!  Right here!” FLASH

FLASH Seraphine! Hey! Let’s see a smile over here!”  FLASH

FLASH Seraphina! How are you feeling after the breakup?!”  FLASH

“Have you seen Conner's latest tweets? What do you have to say about him calling you a spoiled brat? and a controlling alcoholic?” 

FLASH FLASH 

The nonstop lights flashing in my face and the condescending questions have me feeling irate. I’m just trying to get to my fucking car. “No! I actually didn’t see his tweets! I could care less what he has to say and you can fucking quote me on that!” I yell back at the paparazzi as I climb into my car and slam the door as they continue clicking pictures over and over again. 

Ugh, I’m never getting away from this embarrassment. The stupid video was a drunken fight with Conner, my on-again-off-again boyfriend of the last year and a half. That fight ended up with us wanting to never speak to each other again.

Unfortunately, he’s my co-star in the movie we just made and we have loads of scheduled press to do along with a week-long film festival in snowy Colorado. I need to figure something out quickly, no way am I showing up to that alone. Conner Frank is a lot of things, talented, gorgeous, charming, but he’s also a petty douche. He’s been subtweeting like a dejected teenage boy since the video leaked. I look like such a primadonna, crying outside of a party sloppy drunk, and yelling at Conner about flirting with some other girl.

I looked like a wild woman, my makeup was smeared and my outfit was barely hanging on my body, he looked like an innocent bystander being berated by a drunkard. But I'm not exaggerating when I say he and this girl were hanging all over each other.

We had gone to the party together and this girl was in his fucking lap, if I had been sober? Maybe I would have handled it better. Instead, there's video evidence of me yanking her off of him and dragging him outside to hurl insults at him and cry about how he doesn’t love me anymore. And just my luck about forty people were video taping it on their phones. It was all over the news the next day, DailyMail, E!, TMZ, my hometown news station even talked about it. Ugh, and now the fucking paparazzi won't leave me alone.

I managed to get out of the parking lot without much hassle. The paparazzi have always been relentless, but I guess they have some regard for their own lives. They moved out of the way pretty fast before they met the underside of my vintage Bronco. My dad practically rebuilt the whole car, It’s all I have left of him since he died five years ago. He was a firefighter and died in a house fire after saving a family of five. I miss him a lot, I’m thankful that I have the memories of fixing up this car together.

 Pulling onto the road I roll down my windows and turn up the radio. “Coming up next we have a band that’s taking over the rock charts with their new single, here’s Bad Omens with Just Pretend,” the radio DJ says as the song begins to play. I’ve never heard of Bad Omens before but I like this station so I’ll check it out. 

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins

I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out?

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out? 

(I might have to let you go)

“Oh shit, this is pretty good,” I mumble to myself as the song plays on and I turn the volume up louder. 

I can wait for you at the bottom

I can stay away if you want me to

I could wait for years if I gotta

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

We'll try again

When we're not so different

We will make amends

'Til then I'll just pretend

I listen to the rest of the song and make a mental note to listen to more of their music when I get home. I’m on my way to meet my manager, Alyssa, and my assistant, Jules, for lunch to discuss what next steps I want to take with my career and how to get out of this stupid embarrassing viral expose of my life. 

When I arrive at the cafe where I agreed to meet Alyssa and Jules there is a bit of a commotion but thankfully the manager at the restaurant doesn’t allow the paparazzi inside. Once settled into a corner booth I sigh exasperated. “I am so done with this fiasco, I need an image revamp immediately,” I say to the two others at the table. “Well we can get you booked on Kelly’s show to talk about the movie, she’s great for positive press. Her clips on TikTok do really well.” Alyssa suggests. “Oh yeah, and you could do that karaoke game! People will hear your singing voice and forget all about this shit with Connor.” Jules adds. “I like the talk show idea but not the singing, let’s not forget how horribly received my single did a few years ago. Sometimes actors should just stick to acting. Myself included.” 

“What I need is a new guy, I need to make it seem like I could care less about Connors’s stupid comments and cheating. If I could find a hot, mysterious guy I could make myself look like the hot superstar I’m supposed to be.” 

God, If my dad could hear how fucking full of myself I sound he would throw me in the car and take me right back to grandmas ranch to get rid of this attitude. But I don’t know how else to survive in this world. It’s toxic to a core so I’ve just adapted to be toxic along with it. 

“What kind of guy?” they ask in unison. “What about Jacod Elordi, hes so dreamy,” Jules asks. “I think he’s dating that nepo baby whose mom went to jail.” Alyssa says as she scrolls through her Instagram feed, “What about this TikTok guy? Noah Beck? He’s a cutie.” she flips her phone to show me some photos but I’m unimpressed. “No, I don’t want some cookie-cutter Instagram hunk, I want someone cool and hot. Like….Like….like that guy over there.” 

I point off to the far side of the cafe where a group of guys is sitting at a table, I’m singling out the one with the baseball cap and red cut off shirt. “In between the two long-haired guys across from the one with the neck tattoo. That’s the guy.” I say, admiring his side profile. “Wait a guy like him? Or that guy? Just some random guy?” Jules questions and I don’t answer, I just scooch out of my seat and head over towards the boy’s table.

A few people notice me as I walk over and I offer a small smile. I reach the table where the four boys are seated and clear my throat to announce myself. They look up confused and I begin introducing myself, “Hi, I’m sorry this is kind of weird but I’m-” 

“Holy shit!! You’re Seraphina Holloway!" one of the long-haired guys says. "Haunted Drive-In is one of my favorite indie horror movies, you were so awesome in that! oh!, I’m Nicholas by the way, sorry for interrupting. This is Jolly,” He points across from him, “and Noah” who is sitting to his left, “and this is also Nick, but we call him Folio.” who is the last of them sitting on his right side. They all give a head nod of acknowledgment and Folio offers a little “hey.” 

“Hey! Nice to meet y’all. Wow, I can’t believe you saw that movie! It was one of my firsts but definitely a personal favorite. Goes to show that it’s not the budget that makes the movie, It’s all about writing and having a good director.” I start to ramble and remember the reason I came over. “So this is kind of random but I was wondering,” I turn to the guy he introduced as Folio, “if I could get you’re number?” 

He does a double-take between me and the rest of the guys almost like he’s making sure I’m talking to him. “Me?” he gestures to himself and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, you.” I giggle. “What? Are you not interested?” 

He eyes me up and down and shakes his head, “oh no, I’m definitely interested, Just surprised is all. Um but yes, my number, can I see your phone?” Nodding I hand him my unlocked phone and let him put in his contact information. “Listen are you busy tonight? Maybe we could go out for drinks?” I am never this forward and honestly, it feels kind of cool, but is it empowering or desperation? Shut up inner monologue. It can be both..right? 

“We actually have a show tonight, why don’t you come and we could do something after?” 

“A show? Oh, are yall a band?” I ask and the guy with the neck tattoo looks almost offended that I didn’t know. Like omg sorry but pretty much everyone in L.A. is in a band or some public access soap opera, sue me for not knowing them all. But Folio is the one who responds, “Yeah, Bad Omens, have you heard of us?”

Wow, if that isn’t cosmic intervention at work before my very eyes, “I just heard you guys on the radio! You guys are awesome, you’re playing tonight? Where?”

“Text me your info and I’ll send you some passes for the show”

“Okay, perf. Looking forward to it! Wow, so awesome meeting you guys. I will text you and see you guys tonight” I say with my pageant smile and while turning back towards my table almost completely run into a waitress.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I say throwing out my hands to keep them from crashing onto the floor, “Yes, I’m okay, it’s fine- oh my god! You’re Seraphina Holloway! Oh my god! Did they really cast you as Ferye in the live-action ACOTAR series, omg that’s my favorite book series, can we get a picture please?” 

Laughing I agree to the picture, “Thats just a rumor, but I would love to play Ferye, could you imagine? I’ll have to call my agent” I joke as we take the quick selfie and with one last wave to the table that was watching my whole interaction I head back to my table to quickly text Folio back with my contact info.

“Sooo? How did it go?” Allyssa asks and her and Jules both lean in to get the details. “Well.. It looks like we’re going to a concert tonight girl!” I say and turn my phone to show the three backstage all-access tickets he just sent over. 

Later that evening the three of us are outside the venue preparing to show our passes. “Wow, I’m so glad we became friends in middle school, movie premies all over the world, free stuff, and now VIP concert tickets. We did good Jules” Allysa says high-fiving Jules and I roll my eyes. “Wow, so that’s all I’m good for now? Free stuff and access to shows and movies?” I joke and we all laugh.

“No no, of course not. You also offer amazing medical benefits.” That makes me burst out laughing. I’ve known Allyssa and Jules since the sixth grade and when my acting career started talking off the choice between some random Hollywood leech and my best friends helping me out I went with my friends and It’s been such an amazing journey so far. Besides the current shit-storm, I’ve found myself in. But, that’s all on me. 

We make it into the venue and head towards the VIP area a few minutes before the opening band goes on. The music is cool and different from what I typically listen to. 

When Bad Omens finally takes the stage I’m transfixed, the show they put on is electric and so fucking fun. I can’t keep my eyes off Folio, he’s a drummer, so hot. Their music is great, the song on the radio was such a gentle introduction to them, they have some really headbanging stuff and I never thought I could be so turned on by someone banging against a drum kit for an hour.

Folio had texted me earlier to wait for them at the backstage exit so when he was done with the show and showered we could head out to hang out. 

When he and the other guys exited he waved and they walked towards us, “the guys are going to the Dave & Busters down the road if your friends want to join? I thought we could take a ride to a coffee spot by the pier” he asks me and I almost swoon on the spot. “That sounds great.” my friends excitedly agree and we say our goodbyes and head our separate ways. 

I follow along side Folio as we walk further into the parking lot, “so should we call an uber? Or did you drive?” I ask and he laughs under his breath as we stop next to a big black motorcyle. “I road here since it was a show in town. How do you feel about riding on a bike?” he asks and my eyes widen a little. Hmmm the risks are falling off and becoming mangled and possible dying and the pros are riding on a motorcylce with a hot drummer..”Sounds fun!” I tell him and accept the hemet he offers me. “But it will mess up my hair.” I fake pout and he laughs, “I think you’d prefere a bad hair day over your brains spilled out over the side of the road. Plus, it would take a lot more than bad hair to make you look bad.” 

I blush slightly and put on the helmet, “how do I look?” I ask and do a spin. 

“Very nice,” he says looking me up and down, “have you ridden before?” 

“Yeah, my dad had bikes and use to take me on rides. He died a few years back so its been a while but I know the drill.” I tell him and try to push down the emotion the clogs my throat. It’s still hard to talk about him. “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss. Was your dad a harley man?” he asks and I can’t help the big smile that speads across my face. “Yeah he had a 1959 Harley-Davidson Duo Glide FLH, it was his baby. It’s still in the garage at my mom’s, I havent been able to ride it. But, maybe someday.” 

“Thats a sick bike, maybe that someday we can go on a ride together?” he asks and I smile and nod as he throws his leg over the bike to start it up. I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. A few minuets later he takes off out of the parking lot. We fly past or friends walking towards the D&B and give them a quick wave before Folio takes a sharp left towards the coastline. 

It’s been so long since I’ve been on a bike I forgot how much fun it is, the speed, the wind whipping against your skin, the world buzzing past you in a blur of color and lights. 

The closer we get to the pier the stronger the salt air of the air hits my system, the beach is my favorite part of living in California. I love the warm breeze and the sand and the freezing cold water, It’s my little slice of peace in the world.

We make it to the coffee shop about twenty minuets later and once inside I order and green tea and Folio orders a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. He finds us a seat on the patio facing the water. The coffee shop has warm twinkly lights all along their patio and small unscented candles at each table. “This is a cute place, you come here often?” I ask taking a sip of my tea. “Yeah, I like riding near the water, the air is nice out here.” 

I’m starting to forget why I originally asked for his number in the first place, I figure I should just rip the bandaid off. The worst he can do is say no and then I awkwardly uber home and never listen to his band again. I could try this the old fashion way, and date and maybe we would eventually get there but this premier is next week and I don’t have time for traditional dating right now. 

 “Look I don’t know how to ask this and not sound awkward but I have a new movie premiering next week at the Colorado Music and Film Festival and I need a fake boyfriend to make me look hot and my ex look like a loser. I don’t know if you saw but this embarrassing video of me went viral and it’s my literal nightmare to show up to this thing next week with no one when he’ll have the newest victorias secret lingerie model draped all over him.” I blurt it all out like a toddler after eating broccoli for the first time. “Um I know that sounds crazy, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend? Would you? It’s in colorado! So snowboarding, good food, parties? Um weed? If thats your thing.” 

“Wait what? Do you just regularly ask people you barely know to movie premiers? And ask them to be your fake boyfriend? How do you know I’m not crazy? And how does a girl like you need a fake boyfriend?” he asks with a small giggle. 

“Ugh, I need a fake boyfriends for the exact reason of being myself. I’m a mess, I just need to not look like a total loser infront of my ex and really the world. I’m some sick joke because I acted like a drunk idiot. Have you ever been a meme? It sucks, and I’m not even a meme I can use ironically with my friends." I take a deep breath before continuing. "Listen I know it’s a lot to ask a stranger, but it would just be a week and if you hate me at the end of it we never have to speak again.” 

He’s quiet for several minuets and I don’t say anything else, I’m sure he’s just thinking of a nice way of letting me down. 

“So a week in colorado with you, at a film festival and I just have to pretend to be your boyfriend?” he asks and I just nod as confirmation. 

“You know what? What the hell, sounds like it might be fun. What do I need to do?”

I don't stop the smile and squeal that break out of my mouth and I practically shoot over the table to hug him. “Oh thank you! thank you! You just need to show up and be the cool motorcycle driving metal drumming guy that you are. Oh and send me your measurements and I can have my stylist pull some stuff for you to wear. I will send you the itinerary tomorrow, this is going to be great.”

As we finish our drinks and head back to the bike I notice movement in my peripheral vision and then a sudden sucussion of bright flashes. 

“Hey Seraphina who's the new guy?” FLASH

“Is this a new guy?” FLASH “whats his name?” FLASH “hey Seraphina give us a smile” FLASH

“Are you going to mess this relationship up like the last one Seraphina?” FLASH “come on give us a smile?” FLASH

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I guess they found out I was here.” I whisper to Folio and he quickly moves to defensively wrap his arm around me and walk us closer to his bike. “No need to apologize, let's just get out of here.” 

He hands me my helmet and we quickly climb onto the bike as the flashes continue going off. Soon I can’t hear their harassing comments as Folio kicks on the engine and speeds down the road. “So I guess that’s the start huh? This is gonna be fun” he laughs and hits the throttle harder sending us blazing down the dark city streets. 

thanks for reading ! :)

Chapter two ->

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[grimmview-hq]

XOXO Grimmview Girl

Heyo, cubs, kits and foals! You’ve all been rocking out in the entertainment department…should’ve brought my popcorn to Mim’s with all that went down. Honestly, I should be carrying popcorn with me wherever I go…do any of you know where I can purchase one of those popcorn movie award things? eBay? Someone’s gonna have to help me with that.

Anywhose, enough about me and more about you kiddos! I’ve got so much to say

Were any of you lurking on instagram the other day? Did you see Miss Roksana O. simping for Nola “hottest-machanic-on-Earth” Hua? Because I did. The whole town just about flocked to that post, but she was the one I saw begging for a medic.

McDreamy Bastille then went and posted another thirst trap because…we’re all sexy in Grimmview, I get it. We all get it people. Jordan Parker though? Tattoo guy, seems to get it a little too much. Was that beef between him and McDreamy or like, homoerotic frosting?

But the romance wasn’t limited to hearts and peach emojis on instagram either! There I was, on the tail end of my Strawberry Match ( thank you Rose ), and guess who I saw? Belle from Briar’s and McDreamy Bastille sharing coffee and some little looks. You know the ones.

Seems she’s got a thing for doctors though, I saw her talking to…let me try to be creative here…McSteamy Washington. A love triangle in our midst? Are we Team Edward or Team Jacob?

Okay, okay…back to Mim’s…Ari D. ( get it…like Carridee from ANTM, poor frostbite girl ) and plant mama Xue, had a whole pissing match…right in front of my spring salad. Strawberries and snap peas, what an interesting combination; try it before you knock it though.

And since they’re cousins, I guess they’ve gotta do just about everything together. Mim’s blow-ups and all. Honestly…it kinda hurt to see this one pan out. I do not wish that on anyone—

Maybe some other spectator took pity on the golden boy and that’s why there was a Briar Rose delivery guy outside of the Iglesias Estate? That place rivals Versailles…woof. Maybe this little reunion was why Primadonna Boy ( affectionately ) and his girls got white girl wasted in the Town Square!

Oh and plantmama’s also offering relationship advice. Godspeed.

xoxo, Grimmview Girl

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[shaedays]

What's your favourite song currently?

Thank you for saying currently because my music preference changes faster than I change my gender preference:p

Also its Primadonna Girl - Marina; Eric -Mitski; Take me to church -Hozier (I'm sorry i couldn't choose just one forgiveness pls)

#;letters from my lover #;unnamedbeloved