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#the thing is she’s not on board herself lmfao
moodreaderlesbian · 8 months
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hello! I really liked what you did with right where you left me … could we have a different breakup story - maybe Larissa initiated it but really she was trying to protect the reader/age gap insecurity but got really jealous and heavily regrets it afterwards? They don’t end up back together though I love HEAVY ANGST LMFAO thank u
this may or may not be a request from the only month of the year which starts with an f (I'm too ashamed to say it), but here we are. I started working on this not long after the request came in and finished writing it at like 4 am, on a random day in august. dearest requesters if you see this, I hope this is similar to what you had in mind
You Will Thank Me
Larissa Weems x reader
request criteria ૢ masterlist
summary: see ask
word count: 2.5k
warnings: hurt/no comfort, break-up, legal age gap, physical symptoms of stress/anxiety, vomiting, mommy issues (not in a sexy way) if you squint, mentions of past childhood trauma & abuse and self-harm
a/n: the biggest thank you to my babyfriend @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings for beta-reading this and helping me
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It had to be done. She knew she shouldn’t have even asked you out initially, but there was something about you, and she fell for you quicker and easier than she ever thought she could. Even your mere presence was intoxicating to her. Being with you brought her comfort she hadn’t felt before. But how could it not? You were charming, an absolute pleasure to be around and the most gorgeous person in the world. When you were in a meeting together, she could hardly ever take her eyes off you – that’s how her colleagues found out. It was her fault, really. She shouldn’t have been so obvious about her adoration for you.
They disapproved. Of course they did. She tried fighting them, telling them all about the ways in which you have made her a better person. She changed for the better, she was much better at handling stressful situations, she learned how to deal with students in crisis, and she became much more caring and loving, all because of you. You were the reason she wanted to be gentle and affectionate. You were her reason for everything.
But you were young. Too young. She knew that. And she’s been reminded of the fact almost daily since others on staff found out about your relationship. She’s seen your CV when you applied for the position of assistant librarian. You were just about older than her oldest students, which really should have put things in perspective for her. Yet, she couldn’t deny the fondness in her heart when she’d first heard that the board had hired you. Permanently, nevertheless.
Your relationship developed too fast, she was in love with the idea of getting to love you. You deserved all the love in the world. More than she was able to give, but she was willing to try. Loving you and being loved by you was no challenge, it took her by surprise how easily she found herself falling in love with you. It really was her fault that she had let this go on for so long. She was grooming you, it was clear to everyone, but her and her defensiveness whenever she was confronted about it only showed that she’d been living in denial. You deserved to be with someone better. Someone your age. Someone who didn’t corrupt you.
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“Rissa..” You look at her through your lashes as the two of you lie in your bed. She prefers not to spend the night. She says it’s because she likes the comfort of her own quarters, but you know she doesn’t want your colleagues seeing her leave in the morning.
“Yes, darling?” Her heart aches just looking at you. Your soft fingers resting on her bare torso as you lie on your stomach are like a punch in the gut. She has to end this. It can not go on any longer.
“Are you okay?” You ask, carefully dragging your finger along her ribs. She’s been unusually quiet the whole night, and she didn’t say a single word or look into your eyes, even as her slender fingers curled inside you. Larissa Weems is a talker during sex, whispering sweet nothings and praising you for taking her so well, attempting but failing to hold back profanities as she came herself. But today, she was silent, like you were just another task to get done, not her girlfriend. “You’ve barely said a word all night.”
“Of course, I’m okay. I just have a lot on my mind.” She says as a reassurance. She does have a lot on her mind. Mainly that this was the perfect opportunity for her to say what needed to be said but she couldn’t do it, which meant she’d have to keep you in the dark for longer and hurt you more when she finally had the guts to end things. You didn’t deserve what was coming, she wished there was another way but she’d thought of everything and she always realised that this was predatory behaviour too. Her colleagues were right, she was using you, and you didn’t even understand. You were too young and naive to see. Her stomach was in knots, but she deserved it. She already hated herself, more than you could ever hate her. “How was your day?”
“You don’t care.” You whisper quietly, and you know you sound hurt. Your eyes fall from her face to the sheets under you, you don’t need to see her face. If you’ve heard it, you’re sure she has too. You didn’t mean to sound hurt, you just wanted her to feel that you don’t believe her.
She hurt you. She hasn’t even said anything yet, and you’re already on edge. She needs to make it right. Or end it right now because she can’t keep watching you as she keeps twisting the knife inside you. “Y/n, I..” She’s going to have to go through with it now. She’s finally saying it. “I..”
But you cut her off. “I’m sorry. I was rude. I’m sorry. I just worry. You haven’t been acting like yourself.” You’re blabbering, burying your head in your hands to stop the flowing of the words. You can be quick tempered, it’s something you have always been aware of, but you had no way of controlling it. Growing up an outcast in a normie household never really allowed you to learn how to manage your feelings, everything was your fault all the time anyway. “I feel like you’re mad at me.” You speak into the sheets, your muffled voice barely reaching far enough for the older woman to hear. As you try to calm yourself, Larissa’s hand creeps onto your back, gently stroking your bare skin. Her hand is cold.
“I’m not mad at you, darling.” She mutters, running her hand up and down your back. “Deep breaths. We’ve talked about this. Deep deep breaths always do the work.” She knows you struggle with emotions, so comforting you is an instinct she couldn’t fight if she tried, even if it will make breaking up with you harder than she ever thought it would be. It took you a while to open up to her about your upbringing, afraid she would tell you to be thankful for everything your parents did for you, but she never took their side. She was the first person to tell you they should’ve done better. “Come here.” She says, opening her arms for you, with a soft half-smile. You pull yourself up to Larissa’s chest, resting your head on her. “Breathe with me. Just follow along.” She makes sure to steady her inhales and exhales, hoping you won’t notice how fast her heart is beating. You breathe in unity for a good while. Her mind is racing, she needs to find a way out. She needs to end this today. She can’t leave your quarters until you’re practically throwing her out, you need to want this too. If you’d only let her explain, you would want her out of your rooms and your life, too.
You’re too concerned with your own emotions to notice the strange stiffness of Larissa’s body as you hold her as close as humanly possible. However, the air around you feels heavy as you whisper into the quiet of the night. “If you’re not mad at me, why have you been so quiet?” The heaviness doesn’t go away when you speak, it instead puts even more pressure on you. Being around Larissa has never made you uncomfortable before. But today something feels off, it’s like your senses don’t work like they should, and if you know one thing, it is that you need to listen to gut feelings like this. Gut feelings saved you from a lot of things growing up, like hands meant to slap you across the face. “I feel like there’s something I don’t know. And I hate it.”
Your whole body starts anxiously twitching as you sit up straight, wanting to look Larissa in the eye, no matter what she will say. It stars with the shaking of your legs, but your fingers quickly follow. Your knuckles bend into a claw and then let go, only to repeat the movement until you’re in physical pain because of the tension in your hands.
Larissa brings her own hands to the nape of her neck, the pressure she applies to her skin leaving a red mark for hours as a reminder of everything that is to come. You look vulnerable, sitting in front of her completely uncovered, jaw clenched, eyes relentlessly jumping from one place to another every second.
“We need to end this.” She says as emotionlessly as she can, refusing to meet your eyes, unable to even look your way. She said it. It’s out there now, and she can’t take it back. She saved you from herself. You’re finally free, even though she felt herself losing everything that ever mattered as she spoke. What she wants is not important. What’s important is that you’ll finally be safe.
You can feel yourself getting nauseated. Your stress has always been accompanied by a strong physical reaction. Sometimes, you fainted. Other times, you got the worst migraines imaginable, but nausea was the worst out of all of them. “What- What are you talking about? End what? I don’t understand..” Your stomach turns as you try getting a few coherent words out. She can’t mean what you think she does. You’ve done nothing wrong, you are always perfect around her, whatever it takes. She can’t not want you. You’ve been not wanted before. But Larissa always told you that your parents never deserved you if they couldn’t love you as you were. Larissa wanted you. She told you herself.
She sighs deeply. “We need to break up. It’s for your own good, Y/n. I’m not good for you. You need to be with someone your age, not someone who is old enough to be your mother.” Lifting her head to glance your way as she hears your breathing become more erratic than it was just minutes ago, tears start pooling in the corners of her eyes. “I know you might not see it right now, but our relationship is not healthy. I was blind, I was so taken with what I thought was love that I never noticed I was crossing a boundary I should’ve seen from miles away. You’re too young to understand this, but you will thank me when you grow up.”
Your hands are in fists, pressing harshly into the bare skin on your thighs. You’re holding your bottom lip in between your teeth tightly enough to draw blood. You have never told her about your history with self-harm, but she figured it out very quickly after you’ve started seeing each other regularly. To her greatest sadness, she’s seen way too many of her students struggle with similar issues, not to notice the signs.
Your head is dizzy. You can’t think straight. This must be a nightmare. But the pain reminds you it’s not. Your body naturally wakes when you’re in pain in your dreams, but the pressure on your thighs and all across your lip does not subside. At all.
“But wh..?” You have so many questions. You need answers. But suddenly, you can feel the nausea again, and before you know it you’re desperately climbing to the edge of the bed and getting off it, just about reaching the bathroom before you throw up. You’re holding onto the seat of the toilet with one of your hands while you take a piece of paper with the other to wipe your mouth.
Larissa follows closely behind you, stopping in the doorway to your bathroom to take your robe off the hook on the door. You’re terrifyingly paler than ever before as she steps closer to you, covering your back with the robe.
“Don’t touch me.” You growl, flinging an arm in her direction to keep her away. She takes a step back, she needs to respect your wishes even if it means letting you shiver as you kneel – naked – on the cold tiles. “I want you to leave.” You state. You need her to leave you alone. The whys don’t matter anymore, you just need her out of your space.
“I won’t leave you like this. You know that Y/n.” She pushes back. She can’t have this on her conscience. “I’ll leave once I see you safely back in your bedroom. I promise.” You look absolutely miserable, and she’s the reason. You can barely support your own weight as you try to prop yourself up on your elbows on the toilet seat, and she’s can’t help.
“Stop pretending you care. And don’t you dare promise anything!” You want to cry, but she can’t see, she needs to leave. “It’s not like you keep your promises.” Legs wobbly, you slowly rise from the floor, and with the most careful but also the fastest steps you’ve ever taken, you walk back to your bedroom. “Here I am. Okay? You can leave now.” You say, grabbing your blanket to cover naked body and crossing your arms as you sit back down on the bed.
“I’m sorry darling, I wish you understood.” She wishes she never made promises she couldn’t keep. She wishes she wouldn’t have to hurt you. She wishes this could work. And she wishes – she so desperately wishes – she never would have taken advantage of you like she did. “I wish I had ended this earlier.” Her words mean nothing, and you let her know alright, rolling your eyes at her and giving her your best poker face.
“Make sure nobody sees you leave.” You scoff, making sure to hit where it hurts.
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She doesn't sleep that night.
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Your letter of resignation awaits her first thing in the morning when she arrives in her office, both in her inbox and on her desk – you made sure she sees. She’s not surprised, but it still hits her like a truck.
The rest of the day goes painfully slowly. Colleagues ask if she knows where you are. Her assistant enquiries if they should look for someone to fill your place in the library. She wishes she could just scream at them and tell everyone that she genuinely does not care, but that’s not something she can do so she answers all the questions – “No” – and goes about her day, checking her phone every 10 minutes even though she knows it’s no use.
She wants to call you, just once to know that you’re okay but she doesn’t.
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In a few days, she accidentally passed your old quarters. The door is wide open, and the room looks like it’s never been lived it, like it forgot you ever existed. Her heart breaks a little.
In about a week, she needs to go to the library. She can’t avoid it any longer. She chats with the librarian, a vampire who’s been at Nevermore since before Larissa was a student there. The library feels empty, like it forgot you ever existed. Her heart breaks a little.
There’s not a single place on campus that doesn’t remind her of you. The first place she saw you. The place where she first invited you out for a coffee. The place where you shared your first kiss. The place where you shared your second kiss. And so on. Eventually, every place starts feeling like it forgot you ever existed. Her heart breaks a little.
Every day.
Because she still remembers.
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uhmprobablynot · 11 months
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I know I’m late asf,, but part 2 of the bully fic was so good😫😫
I need part 3 rn!!💥💳💥💳💥
(But fr, your writing was so so good and I’ve read it like 5 times now lmfao)
As you wish my friends,,, Bully!Schlatt Part three (sorry this was late. I was sick than had to finish finals,,,) neway
Part One > Part Two > Part Three
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The next day, you expected a text from Schlatt. He had texted you good morning on Sunday, then following the library situation he texted you, then after practice he texted you, when he went to bed he texted you. You thought he would have texted you good morning today, too. You brushed it off. He’s only had your number for 48 hours, and it’s not like you were dating or anything. Plus, you were headed to the class you shared with him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t text. He knew he would see you.
Yeah. That’s what you went with.
Schlatt wasn’t at the table when you walked in. Usually, he sits there waiting for you. Shrugging it off, you sit down at the table, pulling out all of your things and checking your phone to see if he sent anything, even though you knew it hadn’t buzzed yet. You sigh and as you look up; you see Schlatt walk past your table, going to sit somewhere in the back. You watch him settle down as you feel your heart settle down into your stomach. He doesn’t look at you, he just focuses on the smart board in the front of the room. You smoother the pain before also focusing on the board and blinking away the tears filling your eyes. The lesson goes on forever. You swear you can feel him staring at the back of your head, but you’re too afraid to let yourself hope. The moment the professor calls class, you are out of your seat and rushing home. When the front door closes behind you, you let yourself cry.
Classes for the rest of the day can wait.
You say the same thing on Tuesday, on Wednesday you justify not going so you don’t have to see him again. Every time your phone buzzes, your heart breaks a little more because it’s still not Schlatt.
There is a knock on your front door and your heart jumps with hope. You wipe your eyes and take a deep breath before opening the door. On the other side is Ash.
“Zach told me Schlatt has been weird at practice so he sent me here to see-” She looks up at you from digging in her purse. “What’s wrong?” Her simple question sets you off again. You feel your eyes fill up once again and she asks if she can come in. You nod, turning to sit back on the couch. She puts her bag down and sits next to you. “Y/n, what happened?”
“It shouldn’t matter,” you sob. “We weren’t even dating.” Ash makes a sad sound of understanding.
“It’s hurting you like this. It fucking matters.” She says firmly. She grabs tissues from her purse and hands you the pack. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“I- I don’t,” you stutter. “I don’t know if I can. Some stuff happened.” Ash flashes you a look of pure anger and you quickly correct. “Some very consensual stuff happened.” She sighs with relief.
“I am an adult. I’ve probably read worse, done worse.” She nudges your shoulder and you laugh lightly.
You explain to her everything that happened. The drive from the game, dinner, the drive home, how he kissed you in front of your door, the library (she made an amusing squeal as you told her the story before she whispered ‘we’re supposed to be mad at him shush’ to herself). How he pretended you didn’t exist this morning.
“What a dick. What the fuck.” Ash was angry, and you envied the fact that she could be. You wanted to be angry with him, but all you felt was hurt and embarrassment. She is silent for a moment, clearly pondering something. “I’ve decided you’re coming with me on tomorrow.” You look at her, confused. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Sport guy parties are always on Thursday and the baseball team is going to be there.” You shake your head, disagreeing with her, and she only smiles wide and nods. “You are going to look hot, and show that fucker what he missed out on.”
“Ash, I can barely think of him without sobbing, let alone going to a party and trying to pretend I’m doing better than I am.”
“You will, because you are.” She stood up. “Here is my number just in case you need. I’ll be here at 9P.” She leans down and kisses your forehead. “You are beautiful, you are kind, you are better.” She picks up her bag and walks to the door. She blows you a kiss and walks out. You smile genuinely for the first time in a few days.
Thursday night comes faster than you expected it to. You feel great and, according to Ash’s reaction when she saw you, you look great too.
She leads you to the kitchen, where she pours you a drink. The music is pounding against your skull and the already small enough house is crowded with too many people. Ash taps your shoulder and leans to your ear.
“Zach just texted me he is here. Are you good if I go find him fast?” You smile and nod, telling her it’s fine even though you’re dreading being alone here. She kisses your check and leaves to find her boyfriend. Not knowing if Schlatt is here or going to be is driving you crazy. You think you see him every time a tall brunette moves in the corner of your eye. Your fingers itch to text him, your heart agreeing, saying that it’s the perfect opportunity to try, but you ignore them both and move through the crowd. You hope that in your aimless crowd managing you find the bathroom, or just a quiet enough space to take a breath.
You spot a hallway with little people and make your way that way. As you turn the corner, your heart sinks. A white blonde girl has Schlatt pushed against a wall with her lips kissing at his neck. Schlatt is mumbling something to her with one hand on her shoulder and another at her waist. You stand there and stare without meaning to. The girl spots you first, saying something you can’t make out between the heartbeat rushing in your ears, the music pounding into your skull, and battling to not let yourself throw up. You push your way back through the crowd, this time not caring to be polite, just wanting to get out.
You eventually find the front door and push out, letting the cooler outside air soothe you. You send a text to Ash letting her know you left and not to wait for you. Holding your arms against your stomach, you walk a direction you think is towards your house. Someone is calling after you, but the noise gets lost chaos of your head.
“Y/n!” the voice yells as a car pulls up beside you, rolling slowly to keep up with your pace. “Please get in the car.” It’s Schlatt. You glance at him, watching as he shifts his focus from you to the road, then back to you. You shake your head and keep walking, looking straight in front of you. He calls your name again. “Where are you even going?”
“Home.”
“Well, your place is in the opposite direction.” You stop walking and take a deep breath. Then turn on your toe and start walking the aforementioned direction. “Jesus Christ.” You hear him yell. His car makes a U-turn on the street. “Come on,” he says harshly. “Get in the damn car.”
“No.” You yell, quickening your pace. Maybe if he acted like he cared half of this much earlier this week, none of this would have happened, maybe. You walk past the house party again with Schlatt still trailing you and calling your name. He is getting more and more frustrated the more you ignore him, but every time you look at him, you only see that blonde girl.
“Fuck!” you hear him yell as you walk into the nearby quad; you knew it was slightly dangerous to cut through here but you just needed to get away from him, and it was well lit enough. A car door slams and you hear his calling of your name continue. “Please, just listen to me for one goddamn minute?” He continues to yell.
“No,” You turn to face him. “No, I won’t you know why?” Schlatt is silent as you yell at him. “You ignored me all week. Which, yeah, would hurt either way but after-” Your voice cracked as the sadness you pushed down finally came rushing back to the surface. “After what we did, you ignored me.” Schlatt flinches and tries to say something, but you hold up a finger. “Then when I finally get myself together enough to go out into the public,” You point somewhere in the general direction of the party house. “One of the first things I see is a girl all over you, and now I feel crazy because we weren’t together, so it shouldn’t bother me.” You sob and Schlatt is just staring at you, but you keep going, glad to finally say this. “I feel crazy. I feel cheap. I feel used.” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is sore from the yelling. And Schlatt is just staring at you. The quad is silent, even the crickets and cicadas listening.
“I’m sorry.” Schlatt’s voice cracks as tears flood to his eyes. “I didn’t mean-” He rubs his face and runs his hands through his hair. “I never meant to make you feel that way, any of those ways.” He takes a step towards you and you take a step back. “And Nic- And she I didn’t want that,” he rubs his neck as if trying to wipe her away. “She has been after me months and I’ve been telling her I was interested in someone else.” His eyes lock with yours. “I am interested in someone else, and that was me trying to get her off.”
“Then why?” You plead. “Why ignore me like that?” Schlatt presses his lips together and runs his hands through his hair again.
“Because I thought that if I ignored it, it would go away. That if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t.” You scoff and turn to walk away again, but Schlatt quickly adds, “I thought that if I pretended I wasn’t falling in love with you, I could convince myself that was the truth.”
You stop walking and let his words sink into your brain. You looked back towards him.
“Please don’t say anything.” Schlatt closes his eyes and inhales. “Just please let me take you back home.” You nod. He reaches for your hand and you grab it. He leads you back to his car and opens the door for you when you get there. You climb in and take a deep breath. The smell of him completely envelops you. Tears come to your eyes as you let yourself realize how much you missed him. As he enters the car, he sees the tears.
“Oh sweetheart,” Schlatt grabs your cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. “I’m so sorry.” You silently nod and he drives to your place.
When you get to your apartment, he walks you to your door. It is a bittersweet reminder of that very first night. You insert the key to your door and push it open. Schlatt puts his hand on your shoulder and calls your name.
“I really am sorry.” His eyes have tears in them again. You grab his hand and pull him lightly through your door. Schlatt resists for a minute before letting you bring him inside.
“Sit,” You point to the couch. “I missed you or whatever.” He smiles lightly, rubs his eyes, and sits down. “Can I get you a drink?” Schlatt nods and clears his throat.
“Water, please?”
“Coming right up, make yourself comfy.” You make your way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water for him. You take a deep breath before moving back near the couch and handing him the glass before sitting next to him. Schlatt takes a sip and hums thankfully.
“I know it’s my fault,” he puts the glass down on the table in front of him. “But I really, really missed you this week.” His arm drapes against the back of the couch resting behind your head. You let a breath that mimics a sarcastic laugh. You pinch his side and he yelps before rubbing it with the hand not behind you.
“There now we’re even.” You say through giggles. Schlatt laughs and smiles widely; you feel your heart thump against your ribs. He meets your eyes once he calms down.
“One more time, I am sor-”
Your lips against his cuts him off. He kisses back almost instantly, the hand on the back of the couch moving to rest on the back of your head. You pull away slightly.
“No more of that. I said we were even.” Schlatt smirks at your comment before pulling you back into a kiss. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, completely enveloped in each other. You bite his lip lightly and he groans as he does you move down to his neck. Kissing and nipping it, making sure that in the morning if that girl came near, Schlatt would know who he wanted there, who got to be there. Schlatt pulled you over into his lap, but as you brought your leg to straddle him, you knocked the glass of water on to the floor.
Both Schlatt and you stare at it for a moment before bursting into laughter. You lean your head on Schlatt’s shoulder before standing up.
“I’ll clean this up.” He stands up from the couch. “Where are the towels?” You point to the linen closet as you pick the glass up and put it into the sink. Schlatt had moved back to the puddle in the meantime, laying the towel down and trying to mop up the water.
“Schlatt,” You call to him. He hums in response, still focused on cleaning up. You call his name again and he looks up at you. “The floor can wait.” You reach out your hand and he grabs it. Schlatt looks at you, confused, before you walk backwards to your bedroom. You watch as a smile comes to his face as he understands where you’re leading him.
As you both cross the door into your bedroom, he kisses you again. Except this time it’s harder and messier, his teeth biting at your lip and his hands in a bruising grasp at your hips. His thumbs dip under the hem of your shirt, grazing the skin there.
“May I?” He asks, pulling at the shirt. You whisper a ‘yes’ and he pulls the shirt over your head and throws it towards some corner of your room. His hands explore the new skin as his lips explore down to the skin of your neck. You moan lightly as his lips and hands meet near your collar bone. He thumbs at the front edge of your bra.
“This too?” he asks and you nod. He kisses your lips again as his hands move behind to your and he unlocks it and lets it drop. “Holy fucking christ,” He mumbles something before his hands move to grab them.
Schlatt walks the both of backwards until you hit the edge of the bed. You sit and he kneels down in front of you and his hands drag up to meet the waistband of your bottoms. He asks for permission again and you grant it before he pulls everything down, leaving you bare in front of him.
He uses his big hands to grab your knees and pull them apart and cursing under his breath as he looks at you. His lips replace his hands as slowly he kisses up your left thigh all the way to your hip before moving back down and repeating it on the other side. You quickly get impatient as he keeps getting close to your apex but never touching it.
“Schlatt please,” you plead and he looks up at you from between your thighs.
“Yes ma’am,” He smirks before diving nose first into you. He licks from your slit before moving his tongue to your clit. He moves slowly but speeds up as he hears you moan. As his tongue laps at you, one of his fingers enters you slowly. He thrusts it in and out a few times before adding a second one. With his finger messaging your walls and his tongue on your clit, you cum fast and hard. Schlatt works you through it, letting you come down before he removes his fingers and face leaves you.
“I have been dreaming of that since the library.” He licks his fingers before using the inside of his elbow to wipe the rest of you off his mouth. His face is red and his eyes are dark and glistening. You grab his cheeks and pull him up to you, kissing him. His lips taste slightly bitter as your slick still sticks to his mouth. As you kiss him, you reach your hands under his shirt, pushing it up. Understanding the silent command, he breaks from the kiss to pull it off, adding it to the pile of discarded clothing. You drag your hands down his chest, admiring him before your hands dip down to palm him through his pants. Schlatt groans at the euphoric relief of pressure. You undo his belt and pants button, pushing down his pants and underwear as far as you could, then letting him pull the rest of his pants off. You move your hands down to his cock, beginning to jerk him off, but he stops you.
“No, no, this is me making up for everything.” He says, “move up and lay back. Let me take care of you.” You smile gently and push yourself up on the bed. Schlatt moves on top of you, using one of his arms to hold his weight and the other to rub circles on your hip. “You’re so beautiful,” he kisses you quickly. “You know that, right? You know I think you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed, but he used the hand on your hip to turn your face back to him. “Look at me, I’m serious.” You only can nod at the sudden sternness in his voice. “I’ll repeat it well past the point that you believe it, too.” He kisses you as he moves his cock towards your entrance. “You sure?”
“Yes. Schlatt, please, fuck.”
“That is the anticipated point, yes.” He smirks before pushing into you slowly. You moan and wince at the intrusion. He stops as he fully enters you, letting you adjust.
“Move, fuck, please move.” You beg. He groans and thrusts in and out of you. You moan as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. As he brings you closer to your edge, your walls vise around him, causing his pace to falter.
“Baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re gripping me so tight I can’t-”
“Then don’t.” You moan, causing Schlatt to pull out of you and cum all over your stomach. His thumb, however, quickly gets back to work on your clit, making you cum again. You both just lay there panting for a moment, catching your breaths. He stands up and pulls his underwear on before leaving the room quickly to grab and wet a towel. When he reenters the room, he wipes you down and cleans his cum off of your stomach. Once you’re cleaned up, Schlatt grabs his shirt off the floor and pulls it over your head and climbs into bed next yo you.
He lifts an arm up, inviting you to come lay on his chest, and you happily do. Schlatt kisses the top of your head as comfortable, homely, and tired silence fills your bedroom. You play with his fingers as your brain shuts down for the night.
“You know,” you say, he sleepily hums into your hair. “I think i’m falling in love with you too.”
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toxooz · 3 months
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does kari have a hoard? also, if she did, what would it be?
thats her whole deal is she hoards anything PINK thats why she's the way she is the DNA ingrained Dragon Obsession that's considered a hoard lolol i like to think she even had a 'hating pink' phase before she realized that her Hoard was pink things and had a small ohno phase where she knew but still tried to deny it and even tried different things to hoard before she just accepted that her dragon brain simply Wants Pink it doesn't matter how redundant it is wrappers plastic anything that would usually be thrown away if its pink she simply must keep it
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she tries to stick them in scrapbooks at least to keep them together but alas the books build up lmfao but at least they're organized by color hue, saturation, texture ect. however she can organize and have an excuse to ogle and touch pink things sksksk she'll dig through the scrapbooks and look at them over and over again for up to hours some days especially if shes struggling with things she will tinker with her collection a lot more 🌸 speaking of dragon hoards Mangule's hoard is skateboards (which reflects the fact that she may be Ollie's foil bc he has an absolute assload of boards as well) BUT the main way she finds herself collecting skateboards is by taking the skateboards of those she kills, so her 'hoard room' is just a big mass of ghost boards that she digs about in to look at and i feel like rarely if she really likes the way a skateboard looks she may solely kill someone JUST for their board bc at this point her mindset is the notion of having a board from someone she killed makes it all the more valuable so her hoard is pretty eerie if your in that room 🤫
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theboarsbride · 8 months
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Also!
Which character has changed the most since your first draft of them, and how?
(God sorry for sending so many questions)
(OMG NO WORRIES I LOVE THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS PLS KEEP SENDING THEM-)
But OH MY GOD!!!!! E D G A R. Edgar from The Monster and the Butterfly is the character that I feel has changed the most since the very VERY first draft of this story. Both in design and character! He and Sophie are some of my oldest OCs, with their story existing in some way shape or form for about 10 years when I first started writing in middle school!
Be prepared for a long post because omg I love rambling about the evolution of characters and stories, I hope you don't mind!!
Also I got excited about this ask so I included a rough visual of Edgar's previous designs:
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Starting in 2014 he (or rather she) was Ophelia, a witch that cursed herself with a rogue spell, and her 'beauty' counterpart was a boy named Samael that was sacrificed to her by a witch cult lol. It was very cringe, very much 2010s Wattpad content (i mean...the story literally started with Samael waking up to his alarm and mom waking him up for school)... and I distinctly remember calling this story "Beautiful Beast" because I thought I was being very original with a female beast x male beauty story lmfao (i was not)
Then around that same time I discovered The Phantom of the Opera...meaning that Edgar was going to become a poorly done carbon copy of the Phantom lol. He was like this for about a year, and across the board he was a dragon shifter for some reason? I cannot remember why lol...and also I remember in these versions of the story he had a brother named Lazarus who's FC was Robby Benson, and his 'beauty' in this version was named Kristine and she had a son (???????). Again, very 2010s Wattpad cringe, very much plagiarized Phantom X Christine fanfic (i'm very sorry)
It was around 2016 when I discovered the movie Panna a Netvor/Beauty and the Beast (1979), a very gaudy, atmospheric Gothic horror retelling of the fairytale from then Czechoslovakia. I was OBSESSED With it (and still am!) so I wanted to create a bird-like beast like in the movie. At the same time I was also obsessed with stuff like Black Butler and Penny Dreadful so I was inspired to change this story set in Victorian Era London. But this version of Edgar was VERY horrible and very much made it a tragic horror story rather than Gothic romance. He was the one behind the Jack the Ripper murders, drinking the blood of woman to satiate himself, and had very poorly-written schizophrenia as he was 'haunted' by his dead mom. I did away with this idea around the time of the pandemic because I found the idea insensitive and overly-edgy. But nonetheless this was where TMATB as we know it came to be: Gothic romantic setting in late Victorian era London with a bird-themed beast and a main female character who was into gardening in some capacity.
Then story started becoming more romantic, Edgar went through another design change to now be a fleshy vulture-thing, and was now becoming a sympathetic, gentle beast who loved reading and ornithology. Still I wasn't satisfied in terms of his design tho.
So then around 2020, after wanting inspiration to create a more humanoid-looking beast (and getting such inspiration from Brad Dourif as Grima Wormtongue in the LOTR films and Danny DeVito as The Penguin in Tim Burton's Batman Returns), Edgar's design became this:
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While remaining a romantic hero, his role has become the more feminine one in the romance: he is the one needing saving, he is the one often in distress, he reads romances often intended for women, he's a very passive romantic role, etc. Also, his character is now heavily inspired by historical figures like Joseph Merrick (a.k.a. The Elephant Man) and Quasimodo from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, so now he's a gentle, well-read, kind-hearted, traumatized emotional basket case we all love today!
I hope this is a satisfactory answer omg so sorry for the long ramble of a post!!
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taylortruther · 30 days
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I sent The Alcott anon 🙊 I’m being brave and putting my face to this theory
Shred my evening gown -> pre Bejeweled? When she “locked herself away” for years (her quote)
Read my sentence out loud -> great escape/prison break/pre Fresh Out The Slammer?
Cause I love this curse on our house -> ivy, LH mv, burning down the house, YLM house
This isn’t really a theory just so many thoughts circling aimlessly in my brain lmfao
i get what you mean, like it's not a theory saying these are the same things, you're just like "does this relate to this? there's a similarity here!" i do that all the time fajsdkl
i think the curse on our house line really captures my imagination. houses/homes have been so essential to the "joe" story taylor tells in her music: i think he knows i'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay -> this is our place, we make the rules -> barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings -> i peer through the windows of this love, even though we've boarded them up -> you're not my homeland anymore, so who am i defending now? -> you paint dreamscapes on the wall -> we drew a map on your bedroom ceiling -> my house of stone, your ivy grows -> i tapped on your window on your darkest night...there was no place for me to stay, but i stayed anyway -> because i love this curse on our house
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laylajeffany · 4 months
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Hi! As you can probably guess, I completely love Chaos, and I have a few more questions. Thanks for the playlist by the way, it’s been all I’ve listened to since you linked it. Sorry for all the questions, I’m just curious.
1) In the Spotify playlist, the first song is “Sea, swallow me”. Is that song referenced somewhere in the fic, or does it just give off a general Chaos vibe? I’ve been trying to remember if it was mentioned somewhere but cant recall. As an additional Note, it is my new favourite song, so thanks!
2) You mentioned that all the OCs appearances are physically based on real people. Who are Dr Zypher, Emiliana and Holly-Jane based on? Is Emiliana based off of Eva Green, because thats how I imagine her. You’ve done an excellent job with the OCs, they’re just so perfect.
3) When you describe clothing, do you make them up in your mind or doe they actually exist? I get that some, like the custom ordered dresses in the latest chapter, must be made up, but are some of them real? Do you have some Pinterest board with all of their clothes just to keep track? 😂
4) How do you find time to write? I write 1000 words for my fic every day, and it takes me about an hour. 50K chapters in 2 weeks is a miracle. Do you sleep?
I’ve probably forgotten a question or two, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask more in the future😅
Thank you for all you do, I’ve never been so invested in a fic before. Just remember to relax and take breaks when you need it, don’t force yourself to write on 2 hours sleep!
I am happy to answer questions about Chaos for the Fly, the writing process, and other fic/writing related things. Thank you for your interest! 1. I think I referenced near the beginning somewhere that Wednesday had discovered some music on her own outside of classical when she accepted an algorithm to suggest songs for her. It had been 80s imports of some kind - and that was probably the one that I had in mind, even if it wasn’t mentioned specifically. There’s probably a few songs that weren’t actually mentioned by name but were alluded to in the fic - meaning I didn’t say the title in dialogue, but had something playing in the background for myself, and there you have it. 2. You have opened a VERY DANGEROUS can of worms with this question, lmfao.
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You are a dead ringer for Emiliana! That’s Eva Green, 100%, the ONLY person who could play the role. It would be like a touch of Penny Dreadful for the out-of-her-damn-mind demon possession vibes, but mostly, just as herself (she’s cray and I love how socially awkward and accidentally funny she is in interviews) not so much Vanessa Ives. Eva Green has worked with Tim Burton a ton of times and wouldn’t even need a single line of direction in this role. Emi is SO easy to write because she is pure chaos both in physicality, mentally, her linguistics, her magic, and personality. I honestly think she’s one of the characters I’m saddest isn’t real because she’d fit in to drive Wednesday absolutely MAD as her big bird. I have a feeling we’re not going to explore Raven lore in S2 and the two of them trying to figure out their powers together, after Emiliana spent half her life suffering alone, has been some of my favorite parts of the fic to write. I always write scenes with Emiliana the fastest. Her love of Beanie Babies and bad influence is entirely, too much fun. Her voice is so easy and she will never truly understand American idioms. 
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Dr. Zypher is AMY ADAMS, because GAY-ME, for Amy Adams. She’d absolutely crush the role, the fact that she doesn’t have a closet full of Oscars is just despicable (6 time nominee bro). SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL and I don’t think anyone ever lets her sing enough in movies. Put this woman in some broadway revival of an old musical and you’ll catch me personally saving the economy from collapse by taking the train up to see her every weekend. She's so adaptable and different in any role, and I just feel like she’d volley SO WELL with JO’s Wednesday. She's a professional who understands character layers that sweet and angsty Josie requires.
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Dr. Holly is Emily Blunt plucked right from the Jungle Cruise movie in terms of how she’s styled but a far cry from her character there with her boldness - even if they would likely have competing career ambitions. ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EMILY BLUNT IN ALL THE SUITS IN THE NEW NETFLIX PAIN HUSTLER MOVIE? I’m deceased. This is a ghost writing. Holly is really in the story 1) because I needed a plot line for Larissa, post-transformation, that didn’t involve Wednesday and was TRAGIC but beautiful and could GO SOMEWHERE, and2) we REALLY do need something to stabilize the molecular structure of shifting-type Outcasts, and 3) it helped give some context as to how desperate Larissa was to hire Normie "Thornhill" and why she took that chance against her usually better judgement- so there she was! Emily Blunt is a CLASS. ACT. In everything she does and I imagine her in a scene with Gwendoline COULD NEVER exist because it would be too powerful, solve all the world’s problems, and capitalism would break, societies would collapse. It could never happen. It wouldn’t be safe. Here’s her glow up, from fresh-out-of-the jungle, to letting Larissa buy her some new clothes and maybe letting her hair down every now and then, to nerdy botanist bombshell, at the New Nevermore Network, helping her girl rebuild things to be a more fair society for Outcasts. GORGE. 
ARE THESE ALL JUST WOMEN IN THEIR MID 40s THAT I HAVE A BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON? YEAH, YEAH THEY ARE. There’s obviously more for staff at Nevermore and the Network but I have a solid 5k to get to writing still this evening. The rest of my OCs are pretty minor (well villain aside), and I don’t really care enough about any man to spend the time looking for pictures of /boys/. These are the 3 OCs that are featured the most, anyway. Some day I’ll find enough energy to do the rest. I have extreme face-blindness when I read, and the ONLY WAY I can thusly write an OC is if my beta makes a powerpoint presentation for me with an actor/ress in mind for me to visualize in the role. When I tell ya, she hit the nail on the head with those three above? Unbelievable.  Another favorite not-OC, but someone I HARDCORE RECASTED FOR THIS would be Granny Frump. We went from Margaret Hamilton (OG Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz) in the 1960s Addams Family, which is EXCELLENT CASTING, but to fit the more modern-era Wednesday 2022 adaptation, and to give a flair of the drama as to perhaps where Morticia “gets it from,” I decided to cast someone only two years older than Catherine Zeta-Jones to give that “Frump Homespun Magic” storyline some weight of ‘the potions and beauty charms work’ and went with a non-actress, for the aesthetics (though she could KILL IT her appearances are small), and that is the one and only, What Not To Wear’s Stacy London.
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Like IMAGINE that matching vibe with CZJ’s Morticia? Stacy has similar build/some features in common, and with the all black hair BUT WITH HER SIGNATURE gray stripe? Iconic. (And that was also Grandpa “Clint’s” backstory last chapter, as in Stacy and Clinton’s dramatic saga. HEY - IF YOU DONT HAVE INSIDE JOKES WITH YOUR BETA in your writing, what’s the point??) Stacy’s voice and CZJ’s Morticia voice together would be SO GRATING and Wednesday would just be so in-her-element between them, I LIVE.  3. I usually just visualize what I’d want the characters to wear! I don’t often have picture inspiration - though sometimes I am writing and it says in bold highlight DESCRIBE THE DRESS - TRACEY FIND ME A DRESS, and she sends me some pictures to go through so I can just describe a garment without having to make it up. I don’t have a Pinterest I’d be willing to share. It’s just a binder full of women in a way that would probably unsettle most. 
4. I usually write about 2-2.5k an hour if that is all I’m focused on. I probably average 4-9k on a work day without a second job or social obligation after work, and the most I’ve ever written on a single day that I had no work, other ‘sponserbilities, or social plans was 21k. On an average weekend with like one thing to do during the day and some chores and relaxation time not writing, I probably go around 14-16k per day. At the same time I started this fic, I set a new year resolution to myself to only work my contracted hours, so with the exception of a few crazy times in the school year - like conferences - I work from 8:00-15:30 M-F, and I live a three minute walk from my school, so I don’t even lose time commuting. I also stopped working on weekday evenings on the side in August, and starting in 2024 will not be doing any extra side work at all. I don’t sleep great but I do try! :) Thanks for the questions! I've been meaning to give some faces to those 3 OCs. I strongly encourage you to print out pictures of them and post them on your fridge, you will be 100% happier if you do.
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Im watching succession rn and reading hell yeah simultaneously and YOOOOO the way its my lifeline rn, like fr fr. Its so so good!! Im currently in the third season and after i finish an episode i come back to tumblr to read the part of hell yeah from the ep 😭💕 i do have to confess that i mayyy or may not have read beyond the ep im currently in BUT idc bc it was so worth it !! Kept wondering as well, while i was reading, what wouldve happened if roman chose to fire the reader instead of “breaking up”?? How do you think the reader would have reacted?? I couldnt stop thinking if that possibility bc i love angst lmfao
ANYWAY !! Thank you so much for sharing the story with us!! Its absolutely amazing and your writing is so so good <3
omg thanks so much for reading dude :( makes me so happy that you guys are enjoying the series !!
as for an au where roman fires reader, she'd definitely not take him seriously at first. maybe laugh and tell roman to stop joking around but then does a double take when she realizes he's being forreal </3 roman also tries to alleviate the guilt he feels by repeatedly saying it was logan's decision, not his (don't blame the messenger and whatnot) but reader would be v hurt nonetheless. he'd start spouting out bs like, "i'm doing you a fucking favor, it's for the best, i'm putting the company's interests first, etc." from then, reader would grow furious and tells roman that if he fires her then whatever it was that they had between them would be over. roman, being roman, tells her they never stood a chance in the first place (he doesn't actually believe this, he's just swept up in the argument).
everyone's surprised / shocked when they hear she's been sacked, as she's so close to the family without acc being on the board and also has such a vital role keeping the company afloat. waystar itself would have a terrible adjusting period bcs they really underestimated just how much reader did for them (esp the small things that accumulated in her absence).
she leaves the company upset and bitter at first, but eventually realizes that she can finally live her own life and do what she wants to do without the constraints of the company / the roy family / her own absent parents. reporters are still constantly swarming her, asking her what happened, why she got fired, if she has any plans on going back, etc.
as for her relationship with roman, i can see them reconciliating eventually after a month or two because roman misses her like air and he fucking hates being in his dog cage the company without her there. would spam text her a million times one random day until she finally responds and would demand that she come to a fancy restaurant (he'll pay ofc, he's assumed she's gone totally broke now that she's not working w him), and they meet again and things just fall into place with the two of them :( reader is still pretty angry and hasn't forgiven roman yet, but she's missed him a lot too and couldn't ever permanently estrange herself from roman. as for the other siblings, reader wouldn't really keep in contact with shiv and kendall without roman in the equation, but she still gets check-up texts from connor, which she would briefly but fondly respond to </3
in this au, reader & roman wouldn't romantically get together probably until after the events of season four. they're terribly tragic soulmates in every universe i'm afraid !!
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cuwalli · 3 months
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Truly the single most unrealistic thing about BrBa is the fact that Jane, allegedly a """"tattoo artist,"""" has no tattoos whatsoever.
Honestly, I HC her as just straight up lying to Jesse about her career to make herself look cooler, because IRL she would *never* have gotten an apprenticeship anywhere without having at least a couple. *Especially* not in the naughties. And, I hate to say it, but especially not as a woman in the industry at that time. So either she's lying, or she's a fucking laughingstock shitty ✨️scratcher✨️ because New Mexico state laws at the time would require her to get licensed by the state board and like fuck they'd give it to a """self-taught""" artist who has never gotten any ink themself. lmfao
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gazelessmenagerie · 6 months
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Hey mun! I hope you're doing ok with school and your back. If you have time, I'd like to know more about Tiflora?? She seems so cool and badass in a way we don't see female saiyans portrayed!!
Kuro's Ancient Ask Trove
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( Back's doing much better, thank you Anon. Just to catch up on events, I did graduate from my school and I have a job and work now. It's a bit stressful but I'm finally getting that moolah. )
( Now onto the question itself, oh man.. I just, asdljf we don't see much of the female Saiyans which is a shame. My thought process for Tiflora is just I wanted her to be the reason why Broly looks the way he does bc he sure as fuck doesn't have dear ol dad's genes in the looks and stature department. I wanted the Mother to have had those traits of being tall and strong with that long hair. )
( Like I didn't have much of an idea at first but I kept thinking on her here and there while trying to think of story where it'd be interesting but lsndlfjg making oc's isn't my strong suit but hell I tried anyway. I wanted her to have this sort of 'wine aunt' feel while also being imposing as a Berserker class and having leadership when she needs to be considering she's a commander of her own squad of other Elite Saiyans. Totally fucking hates Bardock bc lmfao, parallels and they would duke it out but this is a detail that doesn't need to be touched upon by any Bardock RP'ers. I am totally fine with having an alternate course of history or playing it out another way. Speaking of history, it may not mean much but I do like her being a history buff or an archeologist in some way for the Saiyans considering the lost planet Sadala. Maybe most of them don't care or maybe the field isn't well-looked upon considering the warrior culture but Eh? Idk, I just kinda like her being interested in something outside of conquering planets and fighting. I really don't know how much history the Saiyan race might've held onto or if there's even much interest bc it may be seen as a useless field but I feel like Tiflora would use her Elite status to leverage things her way a bit. If she were a lower class, that'd maybe be a different story but yeah. )
( There's just so much I don't know and chances are, we as the audience, don't know about Saiyan culture beyond surface level things so I'm really just throwing darts at a board to see what sticks y'know? Trying to think on how she and Paragus met to have Broly as their kid, what happened with her in regards to how she may have died or survive depending on AU's and things, she just gradually became more of herself in getting a taste for neon aesthetic and space gladiator/bounty hunting stuff. She'd still be interested in history but I feel that kinda fell to the wayside bc y'know the planet and its people are gone. Fighting in the arena for money and hunting people became a coping way if not drink and whatever pleasures she may glean on her own. She's just.. I don't know, I feel like I want to do more things with her, it's just a matter of me fitting the puzzle pieces in and seeing how it goes. Part of me is a bit hesitant that I'll mess up her character in trying to form a more solid foundation to both myself and the muses she interacts with but eh, it's a risk all oc maker's gotta take, right? )
( Tiflora is just a well loved oc that I had fun making and I'm still figuring things out for her and trying to settle on a design that makes her distinguisable from her kid but she's got her own feel, y'know? She deserves that much while she's cracking heads and taking names bc you can't tell me there are vicious Saiyanesses and it's a shame we don't see much of what they are or the culture of Saiyans in general in regards to its people and inner workings between classes, society, values and every little detail as they can come. )
( In short, I just wanted a big, buff Saiyan woman instead of the small Saiyans I got in Xenoverse. Like damn. I don't mind them I just feel like there could be more variances. )
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strawberrybishh7 · 2 years
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Unfollowed one tarot acc ( coz i hate people that hate on other groups that can’t keep it to themselves ) very biased for me, this reader make it seem like she is so professional in all her typings but the outcome in what she is saying is still hating on this group/celeb ngl very immature and childish behavior for me. And NO NO NO THIS TAROT READER WAS NOT DOING A SPECIFIC READING ON THIS GROUP more on stating her opinion on this specific kpop group. ANSWERING ANON’S QUESTIONS typa stuff thinkin she a bad bit* these kinds of words lemme give you an example here -> " no i blame it on their producers their workers this company that’s why I don’t like this group " saying things like this to make herself feel like she/he is just maturely stating opinions ( where in reality it looks like she/he is soooo hating on this group ) and then the next following days this person on his/her account is answering antis SLUT SHAMING comments in this specific group ( KNOWING THAT THE COMMENTS WOULD SHOW IF A CREATOR REPLIES RIGHT? ) this creator would agree on what this person is sayingg gurlll- I don’t want any drama here 2 faced kind of vibes ...
Hello if you’re reading this the one I unfollowed idgf if you clap back i hope you don’t bring all of your negativities in that account of yours just to try and use that platform to express your SO CALLED OPINION and try to be lowkey next time this is not quora or twitter mkay? And if you are offended you know who you are...
And Guys guys this tarot reader was not doing a specific read on them it was more like an anon is asking a question like " lmfao what is your opinion on this person he’s/she’s sooo lazzyyy and not even talented blah blah " then the creator would say " oh yeah i do think so too literally their group doesn’t even make good music " smthng like that
P.S EVERY KPOP GROUP HAS THEIR OWN PROS AND CONS WE CAN’T JUST ALLEGEDLY HATE ON THEM because of what we see we don’t even know half of their lives we only see what? Like 20% of their personalities? And who knows someone we might be hating on can even be friends with the group we love the most... just felt like this is somewhat alarming since i do know that some tarot readers DO give reasonable reasons ( in a respectful way ofcourse ) on not liking this celeb but when you goo alll over board on your blogs replying to antis a thousand times nah I won’t let this slide
This is a lesson let’s just not compare groups they do their own thing and you do yours. Is this how you respond?, letting your clients view you like that? Throwing shade? Plssss stop even if you say things " oh this is my blog i can do whatever i want its none of ya business " ( which is a very immature thing to say ) gurl i’m teaching you the basic human decency for an account who holds quite numerous amounts of followers.
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Feh squad decides to play Uno. Who dies first?
I'VE. Been thinking about this... unfortunately I haven't played Uno in ages and could not tell you how it works, but I think across the board (regardless of if it's card games or board games) -- I'm thinking. Several things. Mostly I'm thinking in terms of each character's greatest strengths/weaknesses, that could factor into their individual play styles!
Alfonse's weakness I think is that he plays defense to his own detriment (seen in that promo vid of the real-time PVP mode where Veronica eventually kicks his ass bc he's Too Defensive -- believe it or not I am ALWAYS thinking about this. Also seen in Flavia's FBs too!). I Am a Bit Split on if Sharena would be a weakness of his as well... because it IS super easy to assume he'd be inclined to go easy on her, but I think maybe there's intricacies here. Esp because they fight side by side on a regular basis, and I think it's safe to assume they Have to have trained together. Espp in the context of sparring, I think. Maybe there are times he wants to challenge her. Give her a good fight. And Maybe the weak point is him underestimating her.
Alfonse's greatest strength is how calculated he is. And I can see him being cutthroat as well. But quietly. Actually I think he'd have a GREAT poker face. He has a completely neutral facial expression and he's either 10 steps ahead of you with a surefire plan to win OR he has the Worst Hand Ever and he's internally screaming.
Sharena's greatest weakness is I think she would be too niceys esp just starting out. She might even fake herself out and fumble a bit bc of nerves LMFAO. BUT. I THINK. She's able to recover quickly and gets bolder and more aggressive actually (THINKING ABOUT. How she DOES take things VERY seriously when she's devoted to The Task At Hand, to the point of getting carried away. I think her turnabout power trip would be INSANE actually LMFAOO).
I FEEL LIKE. Beyond that Sharena's strengths are a bit all over the place... Some ideas I have is Knowing Her Foe, and acting accordingly. Alfonse is gonna underestimate her? She'll play along, and then find the perfect moment to prove him wrong. ALSO. Being able to put up an unassuming front and using that to her advantage. Also you wouldn't be mean to Sharena..... you can't be mean to her....... she's just a little guy, c'mooon, she's just a little guy and also it's her birthday she's a little birthday girlie. You wouldn't do this to her on her birthday would you? You monster.
Anna's greatest strength is ALSO her greatest weakness, and I think it's steadfast aggression and competitiveness. She has the STRONGEST opening. Both Alfonse and Sharena need to build up to it, but Anna comes out swinging. She is also a master at mind games and psychological manipulation. She has a pitch and she's gonna sell you on it. She's ALSO going to make you doubt yourself and question your decisions even if you were REALLY confident about your strat here. She's setting up pitfalls or she's bluffing. You really can't tell which and you're scared.
BUT. I do think the aggressive play style is a double edged sword. She bites off more than she can chew. She gambles and loses. She Is still carefully thinking everything through, but she ABSOLUTELY gets lost in the sauce. Her plans get too elaborate and backfire, or she succumbs to madness. Whichever comes first.
KIRAN.... is very up to interpretation. But adhering to canon. I mean it feels like a cop out LMFAO but they're a wildcard. Never let 'em know your next move. They are a brilliant tactician! They are also really bad at it sometimes!! Sometimes they make the Worst Possible Decision. Is this part of their tactical genius? Is it part of a 20 step plan to Get Your Ass? Or did they just have a head empty moment and is currently trying to figure out how to make a clean recovery here. Or maybe they hit a snag at step 15. I think they have like. High Skill and even higher Luck. And nothing else. Mid maxed.
SO WHO DIES FIRST..............
It's Bruno.
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s0lar-ch3ri · 1 year
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brain moments (jwri episodes 11-13 spoilers)
i kinda was having a hard time looking for fanart of the mr dice guy and now im wondering if theres any at all
i also didnt actually grasp how the roulette board thing looked (tbf ive necer been to a casino or gambled, simply cause i legally cant) so now im gonna just go through the episode again to actually get an idea of how it looks
it pains me to know how this is the last episode with clorten because they had such good chemistry with him and they all seemed to have fun with ranboo on the show
my initial thoughts going in were that clorten was kinda a villain here who owned the casino but i still enjoyed this
my god i want clorten and gillion to reunite they just are 2 loveable idiots together
im gonna guess jay fucked herself as she just left her weapons there lmfao
i could just keep going on about how much i love ranboobs character and that i love the chemistry he had there and that ill miss him a ton so instead ill make an au in my head where he just joins this pirate crew
like they say all good things must come to an end but why did this one have to WASAAAASSSSSAAAAHHHHHFJRJFIURHR
i will probably make art once i get an idea of how this roulette table thing looks like btw
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acourtofthought · 1 year
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I totally agree with what you said to that other anon about how SJM was speaking through Mor about Lucien and Elain not being ready yet and letting them figure it out. Mor’s power is The Truth after all. Whatever that means heheheh. When Cassian notes for an entire paragraph how she looks bad in black, I mean that’s SJM hitting us over the head. I think the same goes for Rhys in the bonus chapters where he tells Feyre that maybe Elain has had to be a certain way because it’s what’s expected of her but really gardening takes getting dirty and skill, it’s not all pretty flowers and dresses. Also when Rhys was basically scandalized at Azriel bringing up the 3 sisters/3 brothers thing. It felt like SJM shut it down right there. This might be a long shot but Amren suggesting making Lucien High Lord, I feel like was a small hint. And I don’t think it’s coincidence that right before that, SJM pointed out that Lucien acted like a High Lord when he was in Autumn. And later we find out that he actually is an heir to a HL. With all these characters, SJM was speaking through them especially Mor and Rhys.
Also, people cannot claim that Feyre is Team E*riel when she has urged Elain to get to know Lucien. Did everyone just skip over that? Also, Nesta is definitely coming around with him when she notes Elain sitting far away from Lucien in ACOSF with distaste.
Finally, I don’t understand why people take Elain running away from Lucien as being a totally bad thing. Haven’t these people ever had a crush?! Half the time I didn’t know if I wanted to run towards or run away from the person. Maybe that was a me problem? Lmfao. Listen to Gorgeous by Taylor Swift people! It’s a frightening thing to have such strong emotions especially a bond like theirs. So it’s totally understandable.
Alright, I’m done ranting now. Hehe. Have a wonderful day!!! 🥰 looking forward to all your awesome posts!
Your rant was great and I agree with all your points!
Yes, all the way back in ACOMAF, Feyre thought to herself how Elain might turn to Az for peace and quiet. Which she did.....we witnessed it in the garden where they sat quietly together. Kudos for Feyre envisioning that and having it happen.
And yes in ACOWAR, Feyre wondered why Elain and Az weren't made Mates. Note that she never said Az and Elain would be well matched. Note that she never said Az IS what Elain needs. Everything she says is "Why? What? Who?". This is Feyre not understanding the ins and outs of a Mating Bond and she then asks if Rhys think Elain and Lucien match well. While he does think Feyre is better suited to answer that question, he gives positive feedback for Lucien and when Feyre tries to bring Az into it, Rhys shoots that idea down. And that is the last we ever hear Feyre bring up the idea of Az and Elain together.
In ACOFAS, she tells Elain that Lucien is a good Male and that she should try to get to know him. Mor says they're not ready. In ACOSF, Rhys is completely on the Elucien train and against E/riel. Keep in mind Rhys KNOWS Az. He's known Az for over 500 years so if he can very clearly see through Az's supposed interest in Elain and is horrified by what's actually going on then that tells you something. Even Cassian, another one of Az's best friends hasn't picked up on anything real between Az and Elain. Even Nesta who notes Az's "secret" seems more excited about the prospect of Az being Gwyn's new ribbon than the thought of Az and Elain.
And as for Elain and that peace and quiet Feyre talked about. In SF, does anyone really get the vibe that Elain is still looking for peace and quiet? Standing up to Nesta, offering to help with the Trove, Nesta reminding us that Elain wanted to travel?
Az offered her peace and quiet for a short period of time when she needed it but she's not the girl anymore and it's pretty obvious that Az isn't on board with who she's growing into (Tamlin with Feyre after she was made, cough cough).
And yeah, too many characters have noted the High Lord potential that Lucien possesses for him not to have something pretty big in his future.
Have a great weekend!!!
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harrowharkwife · 11 months
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also,lottienat my beloved<3
LOTTIENAT!!!!! holy FUCK. i was so on board with mistynat in s1, and i loved lottie in s1, but the second s2 dropped and we got that first scene of lottie, terrified and starving lottie, practically begging nat to drink her blood tea and accept her blessing before going out to hunt? oh bitch that rewired my brain. i haven't thought of anything since. cause like even if it doesn't do anything, lottie at least tried to keep her safe? and lottie, put up on this faith-healer pedestal she never asked for, is maybe the only one who truly understands the burden of purpose that nat has shouldered for the group. she understands the tremendous pressure and fear and guilt that must weigh on nat after every unsuccessful hunt. and she hasn't figured out how to ask the wilderness for food, yet. but she can do something, anything, to make sure nat comes home safe. "you keep coming back alive, don't you?" oh bitch i got CHILLS!!! "there's no such thing as false hope. there's only hope." the soothsayer 4 naysayer vibe. the homoerotic intimacy of the bathtub scene. the wound bandaging. nat's face when shauna was kicking the shit outta lottie. lottie rescuing nat and bringing her back to the compound with the intention of helping her process and helping her heal, only for nat to realize that maybe lottie needs HER help, too. "maybe it's time for you to stop resisting." "come on, madam, please." "you little bitch." the way both of them know what its like to see things and not know if they're real, lot on account of her mind and nat on account of the drugs. the way both of them know exactly what it's like to have nobody believe in you or take you seriously, due to something you can't control. the bonfire dancing montage from burial. they're just so- nat hasn't always believed in everything lottie believes in, but she's always believed in lottie. the queen and her huntsman. god. GOD nobody LOOK AT ME
anyway. i was picking up on vibes but i really, truly, never in a million years expected Burial to go the way it did, and to lean into their dynamic THAT hard, and show them touching like that. we will get a lottienat kiss before the season ends mark my fucking words and I'll scream about it forever and ever. the prospect of having to watch teen nat taking care of hurt teen lottie this Thursday, cleaning her wounds and watching over her and beating herself up the whole time for never stepping in or saying anything? im so frightened
(if you ever wanna scream about lottienat im soooo here lmfao)
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hilarychuff · 2 years
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🛒 💖 🤡? :)
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
YEARNING. there's so much yearning. and also lots of self-sacrifice and possibly self-loathing. even lighthearted aus often become SAD and DRAMATIC. i am drawn to slightly pathetic blorbos, i find. especially when those pathetic blorbos have extremely internal experiences. lots of overthinking!!!!!
💖 What made you start writing?
lmao in the fourth grade a fortune teller of some sort (tarot reader??? don't recall) told me i was a writer and i was like "lol ya right i am just a reader" but then in fifth grade one of my besties introduced me to the neopets roleplay boards and that was that!!! i think i fell into the hp fandom fairly quickly but i did also at one point join a wolf rp guild for her. but when i started branching off neopets it was all hp. this was actually what i wrote my college application personal essay about lmfao.
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
hmmm ok something that made me laugh. let me think. i feel like while i am a very funny person i am rarely writing funny things. `
lots of details about my jonsa princess diaries au make me laugh. the concept of joffrey getting coned. arya having a tv show called "shut up and listen." also the lies i came up with for theon to tell about jon in the press. 
Each time Theon convinces a journalist or reporter that Jon won the seventh grade spelling bee contest with the word brassiere or that Jon volunteers at a soup kitchen each weekend to serve exclusively shrimp cocktail, he comes up with an even more far-fetched lie to try on the next one.
i gave myself some giggles in my jonsa scream au with the easter eggs. named myranda and mya's sorority gamma omega mu like gates of the moon. named harry's fraternity kappa omicron lambda (lambda looks like an upside down v) like knights of the vale. i always have fun coming up with the fraternity/sorority names for stuff.
did the same thing with my hp mediator series au back in the day. omega rho. rho looks like a p. sort of order of the phoenix-y. actually there might be some excerpts in here i think are funny. like i'm very much planning to rewrite this before i ever continue it so all of these excerpts at this point are old but
“Aw, come on, Red, you know all about my high school graduation speech–” (and how does he know she knows that, by the way, if she’s the one that’s the “stalker”? He better not be in her room on her computer when she’s in Sculpture I or eating breakfast in the dining hall or something) “–and my freshman year student government campaign promises. I can’t even know what you’re up to?”
“My name’s not Red,” she barks out before she can bite her tongue, looking up to glare at him.
“Yeah, I know. Lily, right? I heard Remus say it. Anyway, I think Red suits you better,” he continues, shrugging, seemingly unaffected by what she has heard described as her withering stare.
“Yeah, super observant, red hair and all that–” she starts, meaning to call him out on his complete lack of originality, but he stops her in his track with, “Actually, it’s more for the color your face gets when you’re annoyed.”
And that has her face darkening as hot as ever, traitorously proving his point. He grins, looking over to catch her flush in the act, and winks. If he weren’t already dead, she’d be tempted to murder him herself.
also lily agreeing to go to a geek chic party and then discovering she’s actually at an office hoes and ceos party?????
If Lily weren’t so affronted, she’d burst out laughing. “Wait, that’s the theme? You’re telling me I’m an office hoe right now?”
He glances over, takes in her outfit again, and then shakes his head, grinning. “Your skirt’s practically to your knees; you’re definitely the CEO.”
also i mentioned a previous literary-themed drinking party and i had a lot of fun coming up with everyone’s costumes 
She doesn’t remember seeing James there, only Sirius (dressed, of course, as Dorian Grey-Goose), but he must’ve been considering it was his party.
“Oh, I went all out,” she teases.
“Oh yeah? And what were you?”
“Sophie, naturally, and I brought my BFG.”
“Big friendly giant?”
“Big flask of gin.”
That gets a laugh out of him, and she beams at the sound of it.
“And what were you, Catcher in the Rye Whiskey or something?”
“Please, my costume was way better than that,” he brags. “We did Goodnight Moonshine.”
“You were the moon?”
“Remus was the moon,” he corrects, smirking. “We doused him in body glitter and everything. I was the little bunny in PJs.”
“Oh, of course,” she laughs. “I don’t know how I didn’t guess that. And Peter?”
“Hops on Pop,” he explains, then grimaces. “He kept mixing beer with mountain dew all night.” He takes another long drink, then looks down at his empty cup and holds it out to her. “Speaking of—want one?”
“A beer and mountain dew?”
“Why, you like the sound of that?” he asks, one eyebrow up, then disappears.
anyway!!!!! maybe one day i will be funny and write funny things again. can’t wait!!!!
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bisluthq · 2 years
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Richard and Liz are in their 60s now right? They should retire now and enjoy life be like the Swifts and travel around but I guess they can’t do that quite yet because they have a college kid to support
Yeah they have a college aged kid costing them a fucking arm and a leg tbh so I don’t think they’re retiring anytime soon lmfao. That’s like 4 years of paying for his shit, maybe supporting him a while longer because idk if he’s gonna be self sustained at 22, and then probably paying off those 4 years 😅😅😅
That’s what happens when you are still horny for each other in your 40s you wind up with expensive oopsies and can’t retire.
But also neither Scott nor Andrea are retired at all. Scott still runs The Swift Group and has all his clients. He also obviously co-ordinates if not personally manages Tay’s portfolio. He’s also on her Board in a voluntary capacity and has input on the business.
Andrea is still tbh her manager. She stepped back a bit because of, I suspect, a mix of her illness and the fact that Taylor has wanted to do some stuff herself and they’ve also had to prepare for worst case scenarios in which someone else would have to do Andrea’s job but like… Andrea draws a monthly paycheck and does a SHITTON of work running Taylor Swift™️
That family are a bunch of workaholics (and Austin) and the whole thing is a business tbh.
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