#backstabbing

[thegoodmorningman]

...and some of you who still are family should also be ashamed of yourselves. Maybe you should try to have more gratitude and respect for others like me. Good Morning!!!

[wonjuii]

ㅤㅤ᭄ॱ᭡⠀┼ıı⠀ཆྀ!⚞ﾒ⠀ㅤ⠀ You're⠀betrayers.

[diejager]

ugghhhh request box my beloved- thank you diejager and brilliant work as always!

requesting the backstab vs backstab villain! reader x makarov? :) i feel like theyd really just get closer after that ugh- they'll consider it a bonding moment and might as well call it a comedy show right after it. "Ohoho! Classic vladimir!" stuff

Cw: DARKFIC, backstabbing, hopelessly obsessed, dark!reader, simping, tell me if I missed any.

He should have known better. He was Makarov Vladimir —The Makarov Vladimir. He was as feared as he was respected, worshipped by those with wishful minds and shunned by the ilks of unimaginative thinking. He should have, but he let his obsession break loose, rooting in the seams and creases of his brain and corrupted his mind. He let his need for your presence, your fight and the danger you brought blind him of the truth. 

Though he was the first to betray you - or so he had initially thought - to break off from the engagement you both had signed and stab you in the back when you weren’t looking, he had foolishly thought you trusted him fully. With all your heart and mind, that your goal finally aligned fully with him for him to enact his dark betrayal, but you hadn’t and it had come back to bite him in the ass. Makarov had naively believed your sweet words and bloody and deranged acts of violence while working a few favours for him, that he held you heart in his cold and bloodied palm.

Rather, it seemed like it was the opposite, you seem yo have expected this act from him, a contingency plan built before he had any thoughts of backstabbing you. In the works months prior to any plan he’d forged in his bedroom, where eh slept beside you after a rough and passionate night spent in bed, bodies covered in sweat and the monster’s hunger satiated. 

You were slipping through his fingers with men and weapons, reassures he would come to need only after realising you had taken them. Your sweet words and silver tongue had taken them the way it had taken him, forged some liking and favour among his men and cajoled them to following you when you left him in the ruins of his majestic empire. 

It left him in shambles, a - what he once thought - small theft had set him back a few months, having to regain all the work he put into the plan he first built. And he mad —or he should have been. Your sly mind had left him tumbling deeper and deeper into his self-dug hole of dark obsession and admiration. It riled him up and made his heart beat faster, the tell-tale thump-thump of his heart rattling against his ribs and reminded him of his dependence of you.

How he’d grown so used to your being and that conniving tongue of yours. How absolutely in love he was with your mind and conscience and body. How unfathomable it was to build a kingdom without a queen. It was difficult living in a world where he was forced to chase you, left in the dust and trying to gather all he could to get to you, but now that he had a taste of you, he couldn’t just let you off without him. 

Now, the next act of his plan was to find a way to contact you again, to be able to hear the dulce tone of your voice and the softness of your rough hands. He wanted you by his side again.

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[hungrydata]

Day 79

Happy (?) belated Ides of March ig!

Took a metaphor and made it literal (tho Kirby doesn't seem too bothered)

[justluchettathatisall]

Just finished this painting of a coral snake coming out of a woman's mouth.

I don't think this painting needs explaining. It's how I feel about some people.

The eye of the snake glow in the dark under black light.

[the-mortal-incorrects]

Jace: Looking for your knife, dad? You should try my back. That’s where I’ve last seen it.

[simpledaniellenotes]

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐱-𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩?!" Was it simply because you didn't actually treat me as a friend, or because I had power over school, that you just decided not to keep me hanging around? I hate you and I'll forever hate you. Sometimes at night, I think about every possible outcome that our friendship could have ended. But you're right, it will never work out. At all the time you've ignored me, ran away from me, backstabbed me, talked lies behind my back and ruined me, I will never forgive you for what you've done. Your name is marked blood red in the back of my mind. You are a snake, you drain all the blood from your victims. Your plastic, you're nothing but bad things to society. Am I just a use and throw to you. I'm a person too.

Maybe you think I'm in the wrong ,but you are too .At least I apologized, and now your shadow continuously haunts my present.

"Snake" "Weirdo" "Freak", These are all the names you called me, now think back and reflect, because you are too.

[whumpedydump]

whumptober 2

trust issues

I have never done whumptober so hopefully I'm doing this right. If I need to add more tw lmk

tw canon dead family members

The necklace an Avgin holds dear

Kakavasha’s knee is bleeding, hands scraped up, stomach pooled with dread. His mother’s necklace dangles in front of his face. They are taller than him, taunting him with his necklace right out of reach. They’re laughing at him and he hates them for it. That’s his mother’s. How dare they take it. 

A bet. He won the bet. And yet he's still here, searching for his mother's necklace because those shitty Katicans decided to throw his necklace away instead of just handing it to him. Those bastards. So now here he is. Way after dark, searching the ground for even the smallest glimmer. 

“Are you searching for this?” A curious voice asks from the dark. Kakavasha looks up, sees a girl about his age, perched on a stone, necklace grasped tightly in her fingers. It glints in the moonlight, his mother's lovely necklace unmistakable. 

“Yeah, it's my mother's.” 

She looks at it. “It's beautiful.” She throws it, and Kakavasha scrambles to get it, almost dropping it. He breathes a sigh of relief as soon as he has it savely grasped between his fingers. 

“My name is Saori by the way.”

“..Kakavasha.”

Saori smiles, let's out a little laugh. “You're funny for an Avgin.” 

She hops down, landing almost completely silently. Her eyes meet his and she smirks before turning around and walking into the fog with a casual handwave and a “See ya!” 

“What were you thinking!” 

Kakavasha’s sister is standing over him, fussing over his wounds. She presses a cotton swab to a cut on his forehead and Kakavasha flinches from the sting. 

He looks down. He didn't mean to worry her. 

“It's mother's necklace…” he mumbles in a small voice. After every disaster that struck and everything they lost, it is the last thing he still has of her, the last thing to remember her by. Losing it would feel like losing a piece of his soul. 

His sister sighs. “I know.” 

She combs her hand through Kakavasha's hair, regards him with a look too fond. “But I would trade the necklace in a heartbeat to make sure you are safe.” 

Everything is burning. Sweltering heat, a world in flames. He doesn't hear screams, and it scares him. Nothing but the raging fire, eating away at everything it touches, and laughs, mocking, loud, scary. His home is just a heap of ash, ruined beyond repair. Where is his sister? She was supposed to be home but he can't see her anywhere. Darkness and flames everywhere he looks. It’s too hot, his eyes are burning as he scans his surroundings for any sign of life, for any sign of his sister. 

Something catches his eyes, a glimmer in all that chaos. Not of fire or coal, and not of embers either. He crouches down, uncaring for the heat blasting at his face. 

It’s the necklace. 

His mothers necklace. 

The necklace his sister was wearing. 

He runs. Tears in his eyes, blindly away from the carnage. The necklace is grabbed tightly in his hands, determined to never let go. 

He doesn’t think. He cannot think about it. 

His legs are burning and yet he still runs. His lungs are screaming at him to stop but he doesn’t. He runs away into the night, away from the heat that sealed the fate of all he holds dear. 

His legs give out. He stumbles, falls, too weak to continue running. 

He tries regardless, suppressing a scream when pain shoots through his hand when he braces himself against the ground. 

Kakavasha's shivering, what before was sweltering heat has now become the icy night wind. A cough wracks his frame, all consuming as ash and smoke is forced out of his lungs. 

He's exhausted, but he knows if he doesn't find shelter he won't survive the harsh conditions of the desert. 

He would die, exactly like his…

Kakavasha suppresses the thought. 

“Huh, I didn't expect to see you here, Kakavasha.” 

A curious voice calls out from above. 

Kakavasha looks up. It's that Katican girl who gave him mother's necklace back, Saori. 

“Saori? What are you doing here?” 

Saori laughs, that sweet laugh she did last time too. 

“I live here, silly. I heard something and I came here to investigate. Never thought I'd run into you again.” 

She lives here? Oh no, this can only mean this is.. 

“This is Katican territory?” Kakavasha can't hide the slight shiver in his voice. Only the Katicans would've layn siege to their home, only the Katicans would've burned everything down. 

The men in black were supposed to protect them on this most sacred of days but they didn't. And now there is no one else in this world Kakavasha can trust on. 

“It sure is! I'm surprised you ran this far. Shouldn't you be at home right now?” 

Home.. he doesn't have a home anymore. 

“Saori, do you have anywhere I could stay, just for a night? I promise I won't cause any trouble, but if I stay out here I will freeze to death.” 

He sees pity in her eyes and a flicker of something else he can't decipher. Her voice is softer now, almost a whisper. 

“Of course. It would be rude of me to have you walk all that way back again,” she jokes but it falls flat. 

Saori isn't deterred. She stands abruptly, a spring in her steps, as she motions Kakavasha to follow. 

“Come along, there is a place not too far from here you can stay.” 

Kakavasha wills his legs to obey him, stumbling after Saori, doing his best not to pass out from exhaustion.

“I’ll find you something to eat, okay?”

Saori sounds concerned for him and Kakavasha just nods, too exhausted to do much of anything else. 

He's nestled between two boxes, but it's warm and he is protected from the weather. 

He almost dozed off when Saori comes back bringing soup. 

“So,” she plops down, sitting cross legged across from him. 

“What do you plan to do afterwards?” 

Kakavasha swallows a spoonful of soup. 

“I don't know yet. Travel to the city, leave the planet if I can, I guess.” 

For a while they sit there in silence until Saori pipes up again. 

“You’re wearing the necklace.”

Instinctively Kakavasha brings his hand up to his chest, touching the pendulum with his fingers. 

“How could I not? It’s the only thing I still have of home.”

“It was your mothers, yes?” She has a curious look about her, regarding the necklace with wonder in her eyes. 

“It was.”

Kakavasha remembers what his sister told him. “I would trade the necklace in a heartbeat to make sure you are safe.”

It wasn’t a very valuable necklace, it would be hard to sell, seeing as not many would be willing to bargain with an Avgin, but it could still get him in trouble. 

He needs to make sure his journey onward goes smoothly, he cannot stay on this planet, that much is clear. He was lucky enough to find one kind person but he doesn’t doubt his luck will run out soon. 

He wants to make sure the necklace is in a safe place. 

“Here. I want you to take it.” 

Saori’s eyes widen, a baffled expression taking root. 

“Huh? Really? You’re giving it to me?”

Her eyes sparkle as Kakavasha puts it on her. 

“Yes. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He smiles. “Besides. It looks way better on you.” 

Kakavasha wakes up to a light beam hitting him directly in the eyes. He groans, trying to shield his face, groggy and confused, trying to make sense of his surroundings. 

What’s going on?

“Is that the individual you were talking about?” An unfamiliar man's voice asks. 

“Yes. I caught him breaking in last night.” Saori answers. 

Saori? Didn’t she agree to help him? 

He doesn’t have time to contemplate the situation as rough hands pull him up and secure his hands behind his back, uncaring for his flinch as pain shoots through his wrist. 

He can finally see clearly enough to make out Saori, grinning cockily, flanked by two men in black. 

“Saori? I thought you..” She cuts him off, a sneer on her lips. 

“What? You really thought that shitty necklace could buy my silence? What are you gonna tell me next? That you thought we were friends?”

“But..” Kakavasha tries to resist the men pulling him along, to try to turn back around to Saori, but he can’t do anything, hopelessly overpowered. 

The last thing he can see is Saori’s smile and his mother’s necklace dangling from her fingers. 

That was the last time Aventurine ever trusted someone. That was the last time Aventurine ever let someone toy with him. You have to think five steps ahead if you want to survive. He may be a gambler, but every move he makes, every step he takes is carefully calculated to fit him. 

“Go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back if you see fit. I don’t make deals that don’t pay off.” 

He doesn’t trust anyone anymore, but a gamble? That’s something he can get behind. He’ll strut around like a peacock if that means his targets behave the way he want them to. 

Still… Necklaces are the one jewelry he won’t adorn himself with anymore. 

[tar-4-all]

Chapter 18: Petrified. . . And Repurposed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59532406/chapters/172165003

I'm baaaaaaack! Tada? Updates will be weekly again (unless they aren't because of health stuff). Enjoy!

[sunf10wer317]

If I really knew I could rely on you then why do I doubt it?

If you really have my back then why do I find out the truth later?

How long have you lied to my face?

Denying the fact that you were never truly someone I should have trusted?

Are you truly a snake at your core?

You encircle my heart and slither to perch on their shoulder.

Returning back to their side, your true master.

The one in whom I bade you not confide.

Whispering in their ear, all the things I let you hear.

Or am I just mistaken, once again at fault.

A fool for doubting your intent and a fool for not.

[omnisentient]

god i love classroom of the elite

[brinaarcadia]

Well, I'm in -- yours truly is the newest member of the Rapture Family. I fed Wales a line about how the Tribune was stopping me from telling the people what's what -- and without a word, he hands me an invite to this "artist's retreat" here at the park. Lamb bought my frustrated novelist act… she's even sponsorin' me to ink it while I'm here. Except my story's all about her … and I don't think she's gonna like the way it ends.

[thedramafreeclub]

Betrayal, Fake friendships quote

[pages-and-pixels]

Mean Girls Review

Rating : ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Plot

Cady Heron has always been homeschooled. She joins a public school for the first time and befriends Janis and Damian. They warn Cady to avoid the Plastics, a group led by Regina. Things get worse when she falls in love with Aaron, Regina's ex-boyfriend.

My Thoughts

Okay one thing you should know is that I have pretty strict parents like they really mean it when they say that you can only watch 'age appropriate' stuff and I wasn't expecting the amount of partial nudity and heavy make out sessions in this movie😳 (I watched this with my younger siblings and cousins so I had to keep fast forwarding it😂)

Anyway so today I went to my nani's place because my elder cousin had come there and we decided to watch mean girls. This movie has been on my radar for a while. A remake was recently on Amazon prime , I thought that remake was the original so I watched the trailer and decided not to watch it because it looked like it would be a bad movie. Today we watched the original movie

I really liked it!! 😸😸I wasn't expecting anything much but this movie was really good. The character arc was amazingly executed and the visuals looked beautiful 😍😍

The love interest (I forgot his name) was hot and I think that was the only reason I liked the romance plotline because even if the romance part was removed, this movie would be pretty good

The girls have a lot of personality and their dynamics were really interesting

It's an amazing movie 😊😊

*spoilers ahead*

I was expecting the classic good girl turns evil then betrays her nerd friends but realises her mistakes and asks for forgiveness at the end but in this movie it was executed really well. It felt like a completely different concept even tho it basically was the same

[pinkbunnieskill]

why are so many friends such backstabbers

like

why are y'all leaving years of friendship for a guy you met two weeks ago? my ex best friend left me because he met MY (now ex) bf ONCE and then he 'lost his mind' for him and decided that our friendship was obviously less important than having a relationship with MY man

wtf

and that's only ONE example

[writeblrwithfangs]

The Resident of the Castle in the Sky

Castle in the sky with your walls stretched high and wide. Corridors made of glass, thin and a labyrinth reminiscent.

A place without pools; or mirrors unable to find the reflection desperately sought after.

Hours go by reading books, one after another, to theorize. To understand why.

A chill as cold as ice yet as a dagger sharp pain jolted; a sudden flood of tears streamed down unable to remain content hiding itself away.

Seeking answers to questions never going to be answered, a feeling of drowning in desperation, unable to breathe.

I flash awake, relieved to learn about a nightmare yet forced to question who it was that held the blade that was so quick and sudden.

The face. I saw their faces. Only further questions remain.