I write! Mostly about mini stories that i’ve made in the back of my head. I did used to write about Dsmp, Qsmp, and Hunger Games (BOSBAS) though so check those out! My name is Emery but i go as JoviePog on here! You can call me Jovie, Jove, or just JoviePog! I go by She/Her prounouns! I dont really like to say my age but i am older than 18 and younger than 25. Anywho, requests are usually open but i am quite busy (since i am usually pretty busy with school and work) so i might not get them done that quick. I will try to do them as quick as possible! That is about it! Ive been here since august 11 and i plan on staying here for as long as i can! If you have any other questions just let me know! :D
It has no name or anything yet and definitely a work in progress!
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Extra: This story is with my own two made up characters and i hope you ejoy the first mini part to this series. Enjoy and if you have any comments, questions, concerns, or suggestions please message me!
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My dear boy, my sweet, sweet boy,
how i’ve longed for your love again. God, how i’ve longed to see you again. It has been so long since i’ve felt what love feels like. And although I cannot imagine falling in love with anyone else, I still long for that feeling that I could only ever feel with you. The feeling of warmth on a dark rainy day or the sensation of your hands on my waist holding me close. I long for the days where I could hold your hand and tell you how much I loved you with that cheesy smile on your face. I miss running up to you and giving you a massive hug everytime I saw you. The feeling of your arms around me and the smell of your favorite cologne filling my lungs.
My parents try to forget. They both act like everything is normal and that the days don’t feel longer than they should. “You have to move on; let go Sanaya.” They say constantly. And yet their words only feel like a pesty fly that I swat away; words that I always brush off. They keep persisting that youre gone; dead. And even so the only thing that I can think about is how much you’re going through. How scared you must be and how much you must dream about coming home. Everyone in town has given up on you. Your mom is going back to work, trying to act like everything is fine. She still cries herself to sleep everynight, I an tell. No one ever says anything, but each morning she goes to work with her eyes puffy and her nose still a little red.
Some days I want to forget too. Some nights I drown myself in my parent's liquor and I sit and cry in my room until one of my parents come and snatch me up. Their signture line is, “You can’t keep doing this Saya. I’m going to need o find a better hiding spot.” Then I open that same cabinet and those same bottles are still there. Its funny almost, you being gone. We used to talk about the day we would get married, and we would have our own family. “I’ll never leave you.” You would always say. Yet here you are, gone. No warning, no goodbye, just a small text with random letters. My parents say that you tried to text me something before you disappered, but it was too late. My friends say that you just accidentally sent me the text long before anything even happened.
All we know for sure is that that was the last communiaction you had with anyone before you left. You were all over the news for about a week. You were famous for a while you know. I know you would have hated that. People only knew you because you were gone, not because you were the smartest in our class or because you were talented at everything you did. “I want people to know me because of who i’ve become. I don’t want to be known for something stupid like a dumb TikTok dance.” You would say anytime I would try to record a silly video of us to show you off. My friends pity me and have been giving me “space.” But I honestly think they’re only tired of seeing me cry and whine about you being gone all the time. Your friends have slowly gone bck to normal, only a few of them still talk about you. I’ve talked to only a few of them; all say they’re just trying to forget about everything and move on.
It’s been almost three months since you’ve gone missing. They’ve taken down most of the missing signs now and your name barely comes out of people's mouths anymore. But for me, you’re all I can seem to talk about. I miss you so much. It should’ve been me, not you. It should have never been you. You’re the most perfect boy in the entire world. I miss you so much my love. Please, come back home. I love you.
-Samaya G.
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I deeply apologize for being gone for so long after the whole Wilbur fiasco i decided to log off just to restart in a way. Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!
Hello fellow Mootss! I’m not sure if any of you are still active or remember me but i am back to write a small story and i just wanted to say hellooo! I hope you alll are doing well and if any of you have requests, comments, or just wanna talk to me you can send me some things or ask me things! Have a good rest of your day or night and i missed you all dearly. Love, JoviePog
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AHHHHH it is so lovely seeing you on here i was pretty sure everyone had forgotten about meee! The story is a work in progress but i am posting the intro right nowww!
Hello fellow Mootss! I’m not sure if any of you are still active or remember me but i am back to write a small story and i just wanted to say hellooo! I hope you alll are doing well and if any of you have requests, comments, or just wanna talk to me you can send me some things or ask me things! Have a good rest of your day or night and i missed you all dearly. Love, JoviePog
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You think I'm pitiful? You spend your time writing stories about somebody who doesn't know you exist you fucking fag. I hope you die in your sleep tonight
guys i'm actually wheezing 💀
the fact that you think that writing stories & actually being successful--that's right, the person you're trying so hard to offend has nearly 190 followers & has gotten an interview--is more pitiful than sitting on your dumb ass & telling random minors on Tumblr to kill themselves is hysterical. grow the fuck up or go back to the first grade, you fucking child
&, if you knew anything about me, you'd know i'm proud about being a fag :)
@vopixx THEY CAME BACK
I KNEW IT
LETS GOOOOOO
I GOTTA BRING ALL THE MUTUALS FOR THIS
@o-kye @zuuriell @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective @joviepog @finleyforevermore GUYS THE RUDE ANON IS BACK, I KNEW IT
You’re dancing on stage after hours and you think you’re all alone. You have headphones in your ears as you twirl around the stage so no one else can can hear the music. And your dancing minding your own business and like, in your own world. But wilbur is secretly watching you from backstage.
And he’s like, in awe. He’s leaning on his broom watching you dance to the unheard music. Both of his hands are on the broomstick and his eyes are looking at you lovingly. He sighs as he watches you but then he falls and it makes a loud bang noise. You hear this and quickly go towards the sound.
When you walk up to him he is rubbing his head, the broom stick next to him. As he looked up at you his eyes widened and he stares in awe at your beauty. Your holding out your hand and you looking at him, worry on your face.
He quickly snaps out if his thoughts and he ends up ignoring your hand and quickly grabbing the broomstick before running away.
You stare in shock as you see him run away. Once he is out of sight you shake your head and walk back towards the stage. You have a soft blush on your face of embarrassment but you were more upset than anything. You huff as you stuff your headphones back into your ears, ‘Why would he just ignore my hand like that?’ You thought, your annoyance showing on your face as you dance.
While just a few feet away wilbur is standing there, back against the wall at the end of the hallway breathing heavily. Grasping onto the broomstick for dear life. A blush covering his face. ‘Oh god…’
The entire weekend was spent with Wilma’s thoughts being plagued by the thought of liking you. Ever since Wil brought it up, it hadn’t left her mind. Surely she didn’t fall for you, right?
There was absolutely no way she fell for the very person she hated. Everything about you pissed her off!
The way the breeze flowed so perfectly through your hair, the sunlight reflecting off your sunglasses, your bright smile when someone complimented you— shit.
Now that she thought of it, she couldn’t truly think of anything bad about you. You were so kind, you were amazing. You were— you’re perfect!
She knew it was a bad idea to tell anyone how she felt, but come on, the person who hated her guts was also the love of her life! She needed to desperately tell someone, anyone, maybe even you.
She had to plan it out, seeing her schedule and when she’d next seek you. This week, on Wednesday to be exact. She would have a game, it was perfect. She could easily hit one final home run, run into the dugout and— and what?
How would she even do this? She had never confessed feeling to anyone before, let alone love. She didn’t wanna ask Wilbur, he’d make it a big deal, even though it was. She couldn’t ask her parents, or the couch. She was stuck.
All she had to do was.. wait.
Well, waiting sucked. Everything about it sucked. She saw how close you and Brooke were becoming, and her jealousy spiked up to the moon. If she tried to speak to you, you’d blow her off. You wanted nothing to do with her. She was hurt to say the least, and without knowing how to properly talk about it, she took it out on the ball.
Each practice swing sent the ball flying, at some point breaking one, and hitting another girl in the leg. Her sudden change in attitude threw you and your mom off, why was she so upset? However when the game actually started, she was so out of it. She barely payed attention on the field, pitching, batting.
“Keep your eye on the ball, Wilma!” Your mom would shout, only for her to strike out or the ball to get caught. It’s like she was playing for the first time. As she sat on the bench with shame, you hesitantly walked over to her, looking down with a sympathetic expression.
“Wilma, what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, seeing her face light up as you stood only a few inches from her. This was her moment, her opportunity. She cleared her throat, about to speak before being cut off by Brooke pulling you away. “What the fuck.” She groaned and leaned her head back against the brick, a hand running over her face.
She was done with Brooke, she was done with not having your attention, she just wanted to tell you. She didn’t know what to do for the rest of the game, her team was already losing because of her, how was she supposed to make it up?
She simply couldn’t.
Or, she thought she couldn’t. But seeing Brooke’s arm around you, gave her some sort of motivation. She would win for you.
Her entire attitude change quickly, her pitches going from weak and slow, to fast and hard. Her hitting making it into the outfield, until the very last inning. She was last up to bat, meaning she had to win the entire game for the team.She stood there nervously, glancing up at you before turning her head to the pitcher.
“Eye on the ball.” She mumbled to herself, readying herself in position, waiting impatiently for the ball to make its way towards her.
The pitch was quick, the ball heading towards the direct center of the batters box—a perfect pitch. She swung quickly, the loud ‘cling’ from her bat as the ball went up and over the field. She rushed to throw the bat towards the dugout, kicking up dirt as she began to run. With you and your mom cheering in the dugout, it only motivated her further, but she didn’t need to worry about getting out.
“Home run!” The umpires works stopped her for a second, raising her brows in surprise before continuing to run the bases. She was over the moon! She had officially won the game for the team.
She rushed back into the dugout, ignoring the cheers from her teammates and walked over to you, pulling you into a very unexpected hug. Her face was buried deep in your shoulder, her arms squeezing around your waist. “I won for you.” She spoke quietly, moving her head back as she looked down at you.
Without warning her lips found yours, one of her hands cupping the side of your face. You didn’t know what to do at first; it felt so wrong yet so right. Your eyes closed as you leaned into it, arms wrapping around her neck. It lasted a few moments before you two parted, her with a bright smile on her face.
“I love you.” She placed another kiss on your forehead, not even letting you react to her words before she let go of you and walked back to the rest of the team, finally letting them congratulate her.
“Love you too..” You spoke quietly, a hand finding its way to your lips from the kiss. What the hell just happened? Well, whatever it was, you enjoyed it.
*I jump over olivers desk and land at the front of the class, knocking over several chairs*
hello there bitches my name is rohza and a fun fact about me is that there is 143 days between my birthday and actor danny pudis birthday. I'm also autistic-
*I accidentally set fire to the teachers desk and sprint back to my seat*
*visibly hesitates before standing up, stumbling to the front and staring at my feet, fidgeting behind my back*
uh hi, my name is angel and im going deaf from listening to music too loud
*runs back to my seat and stares at my hands*
@urlocalsadkid-l @deetealeaf @godofautism
I am butterfly and I was never supposed to be alive past my birth right now and have abandonment issues and loves traumatizing my ocs and likes thinking about morbid stuff and has the memory of a chipmunk and is cue toy working on my own story for my ocs
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Hi friends, I'm Finley! Uhh, fun fact about me? I have chromesthesia, or music-to-color association! Oh, and another one is I disagree with what Butterfly said! She was supposed to be alive past her birth. ^^
*hugs Andy, Angel, and Butterfly then sits back down.*
*perks up from the middle row, shaking myself out of a daydream* Hm? Oh- *stands.... overthinks, but goes to the front of the class anyway*
Howdy doo, fellas :) My name's Zeep, but I also go by different nicknames found in my portfolio so~ Use any you like, if you please. Mm, fun fact about me? I have amblyopia (commonly known as "lazy eye"!) and have had several surgeries to try and 'fix it', buuut we caught it too late and now I'm destined to wear glasses for the rest of my time. 😌 It's aiight, tho. Glasses are cute!
*bows a snazzy curtsy, tips phantom cowboy hat, then breezes back to my seat, giving Finny a sweet noogie and face squish along the way*
: @agentturtlecupcake @normal-internet-user @kittykittyanon @hystericalseavision @nnnyxie @snipersiniora @noodlemaaaan @opossumloverr @itzsana-kiddingmenow @the-genderfluid-kony @the-lady-riffles-j-grellow @le-velo-pour-dru @tatersgonnatate @fluffyr0cky @bluetoraa @prettychillbrainfreeze @sunsetsandsunshine @punkeccentricenigma + the masses with an interest. (i'm p sure i just tagged all my moots sksnsknks LOVE YALL <33)
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm Dru!! ^^ 💖 A fun fact about me is I have a favorite animal for the land, sea, and the sky :3 🩷 I like red pandas, moths, and octopi!!
*smiles and waves at Finley before walking back to my seat*
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it will be a fem!reader which isn’t what i usually write but based on the fact in the hunger games it is a boy and girl taken from each district it’ll just help me with writing. it’ll still be in the 2nd person pov so it’ll mostly use you/your pronouns, but when others refer to the reader they’ll use she/her. since it is based on the hunger games there will be a fair share of warnings such as gore, swearing, etc.
also feel free to send in asks about tribute!wilbur !! i’m willing to make this a character i write abt from time to time outside the series! hope you all enjoy this <33
Oh god this might become an issue. I’m in my hunger games phase and I’ve reread all the books and rewatched like, all the movies. So now I’m head over heels for young!coriolanus. Lmao enjoy my first BOSAS fic!
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Weakness
Warnings: Mention of killing, cursing, suggestive if you squint really hard, kissing (if I missed anything let me know!)
Who: Young! Coriolanus x reader
Pronouns: She / her
Word count: 1,122 words
Tag list: @phxntomsdusk @haunted-headset @ax-y10 @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons (ask to be added)
Main plot: Corio realizes he finally has a weakness after so long, you.
This story is NOT proofread!
Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
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Snow is used to being the most powerful in the room. He’s used to having control. He likes having control. In all his years he had never had power until now. So when he finds out he finally has a weakness after so many years, he almost panics. Almost.
Corio would only have one weakness. Your smile. And at first, he didnt pay it any mind.
He didnt pay it any mind when you were just an option. He didnt care at all when all he cared about was if you were dutiful enough to be the first lady of Panem.
But now?
God he hated himself for not paying it any mind beforehand. Because now that you sit here, next to him in a counsel meeting, he regrets ever picking you to be his wife. The way you smile sends his heart aflame. The way your eyes close and your head tilts when you smile makes his breath hitch ever so slightly. You were like the sun in a room filled with cold hearted people. Your dress only brought out your smile more and he hated the people that let you wear such a beautiful outfit.
For so long he tried to avoid seeing you. It was more because he saw no point in seeing you. The only reason he married you was for the money and for the eyes of the people. Not for love, not for romance, and definitely not for his own selfish desires. And at first it stayed that way. He feared that the more he saw your beautiful smile, the more in danger he would become. He only saw you during important counsel meetings that you had to attend to.
At first, he was going to “get rid of you” because of his new found weakness. He was going to blame it on “natural causes” and hope he could find another wife. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He told himself that it was “just in the meantime” so that he could have time to find a new wife. But suddenly he started looking forward to those counsel meetings. And suddenly he started to see you in the hallways, or the library, or even the garden.
Totally not because he had memorized your entire schedule.
He hated how fucking weak you made him feel. He wanted to figure out why. Why had you made his heart skip a beat ever time you spoke? Why had you made him choke on his own drink when you would simply look at him with a warmhearted smile? Why was it that you had him following you like a lovesick puppy around the mansion?
Why. Why. Why
To find his answers, he started to speak to you. Only to find answers of course. When he would see you in the library he would make smalltalk. He started to dine with you instead of eating in his office. He started to walk you to your chambers to make sure you got there safe. He even walked with you in the garden on a daily just to see y- to get answers.
He wrote all his feelings down one day. Just like a child would write in a diary. And he hated it. So he burned it and made sure there was o evidence of his lovesick words. He would toss and turn every night, thinking about you, wondering why the hell he felt the way he did. He would daydream everyday at work when you weren’t there, imagining you smiling in front of him. And when you were there he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
Why were you so kind? Why did you smile at him every day? Why did you bring him his favorite food twice a week to his office?Why did he feel so helpless around you?
Why. Why. Why.
He asked himself this for a whole year. He soon began to get eye bags from not sleeping enough at night due to his tossing and turning. (He had to cover them up with makeup for public appearances) He soon became fond of your walks in the garden. (Sometimes holding your hand and adding more of the flowers you liked) He soon bought you new bookmarks with different colored roses for your books. (One almost every week) He soon began to pop into your office with your favorite food twice a week just to see your smile. (Just like you had done)
He was completely clueless to his own feeling. His thought process was that it was “For you not to feel uncomfortable.” It wasn’t until one day he overheard of the maids talking about how happy he had seemed since you came that something had clicked. Every time he was with you a slime crawled on his face. Every time he looked at you his gaze softened. Hell, every time he heard your name he would instantly cheer up!
“Shit.” He grumbled as he turned around and went to find you.
‘One last test.’ He thought. ‘One last test to see if i really do love her.’
So, he barged into the library. He saw you sitting by a large window, face hidden in a book and the sunlight hitting you softly. You looked like a goddess. You perked up when you saw him, a smile appearing on your face. That damn smile was going to be the end of him. “Coriolanus! I thought you had just left for a meeting-“ You were quickly stopped when he moved the book from your hands and kissed you.
It was an angry kiss -sure- but a passionate one at that. It took you a second to process what was happening before you kissed back. He put his hand on your cheeks as he bent down to kiss you on your chair. You could only put your hands on his chest to steady yourself. After a few moments, he pulled away and put his head on yours. You both gasped for air softly and his lips were only a few centimeters away. He looked down to your lips and you blushed. “Coriolanus? What was that fo-“
“It’s Corio for you. Corio.” He interrupts. You smile, that damn smile that captivated him a year ago. “Okay then Corio. What was that for?” He pulls away and smiles at you before turning away, “Just double checking something.” He then walks away and leaves you dumbfounded on the chair. And as he walks through the long hallway of his mansion, he tastes the strawberry chapstick that you had on his lips. He smiles as he walks to his meeting. What was he going to do with you? His only weakness.
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