hiiiii hello hii Jecka is the prettiest girl at the party so can u drop all ur headcanons for her? I wanna hear ur thoughts 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Hehe I love you
Also im giving u this (Jeckole sims mobile cus my dad won’t let me use his pc or laptop 💔)
Anyway I got distracted
She has a little brother, his name is smth generic like jack, Jake, Finley (I like this one so ima stick w this) or whatever. Hes 8 in the re-up, and hes literally such a cutie. Jecka is putting all of her free energy into being somewhat of a good big sister. She’ll play with him, watch tv with him, read with him, let him “help w homework” (when he was little, like 4) and like, protect him when their parents got violent, aggressive, started arguing or shouting etc.
She really loves her mum, like, a lot and she hates it sometimes. Since her mum puts all her time and effort into looking good, heroin, alcohol, cigs etc, Jecka (from a young age) picked up these habits (like smoking and drinking and looking good all the time) and cant get rid of them. But when her mum is sober, or trying to be, she is actually an alright mum, like jecka can tell her about school, about some drama she leaves stuff out of, they paint nails, or just sit at the table talking, and she genuinly really enjoys it because again, she really loves her mum and hates to hate her.
Hopes her dad kills himself
She drinks monster quite often with Nicole if they can’t get any alcohol (or they mix it w it for a fun kick) and her favourite flavour is pink or watermelon. In my silly British au Ive made up in my head (pls ask abt im dying), she drinks the winter edition, watermelon and any pink version of redbull, because the can is pretty.
She doesn’t really know what she wants to be when she’s older, so she’s picked something like a nurse or surgeon for now. Honestly I never really think about it like that because my favourite version is some random version of the meth eaters au.
Is actually quite artsy. She isn’t like art GCSE artsy, but she can draw more than a stick figure. She likes drawing herself a lot, because she thinks shes gorgeous (we love a self confident queen)
Anyway so some more angst ones (idk how deep these will be so tw??)
She’s always being catcalled, even from a young age and sometimes she fucking hates it, it makes her feel disgusting and gross, except when she’s thinking late at night and she’s laying on her side sobbing her eyes out because she feels so ugly and she fucking craves being catcalled because then she knows she’s pretty enough for that :(
Is constantly being sexually harassed, and again like the last one, it makes her want to vomit and make herself look ugly but when she’s crying at night wondering why she can’t be prettier she remembers it and relishes in it. It means shes pretty enough for that. It means shes a skinny, pretty, stunning bitch.
She does struggle a bit with eating and how she looks, mainly because bitches like Jeffery will see the slightest stomach roll that everyone gets from sitting down, and be like “ewwww wtf is that’ and start crashing out. Things like that make her feel so self conscious
Shaves all over everywhere incase one day she gets r4ped and she won’t look ugly.
Originally, her parents weren’t gonna get her braces, until she begged on her knees, crying, shaking etc for them because she felt so insecure about her teeth (they were a little bit wonky)
Her mum installed some really, really damaging mindset into her, so now she had this toxic routine to keep herself “pretty”
Her upper thighs are different colours to her from scars
She was never allowed friends over for sleepovers during middle school and elementary school because neither of her parents could stay sober past 6pm. They would have screaming matches (including breaking stuff) at last mindnihgt.
Her fake tan is kinda blotchy and you can smell it from a mile away
Her birthday is April 8th (same day as my irl bby ❤️)
She does frequently self harm on her thighs, and a few times on her wrist, but it’s mainly from pulling hair, over exciersiing etc)
Her red tube addiction is actually seriously bad. It’s mainly from sexual trauma she’s gotten from family members in the past.
Snes so bby Icl . There’s def more Ive forgot about somewhere.
Edit 1: Forogot to add shes a quarter Swedish, a quarter Dutch and the rest American cus no one talks about it enough
The Mir ski lyric is her, and the cats r her and Nicole
uhhhhh I know this is a shitty question but what's your favorite jeckole fan-fics :3 (I'm sorry I cant think of another question right now)
Mine / hj
Hehe I have a LIST
The codependent philosophers guide to staying alive - program (I feel like everyone says this but it’s so fucking gooddddd like I cried sm)
Bite marks - orphan account I think, cus the author was a pedo or smth like that i can’t remember and it’s unfinished, and merges into semi jeckily towards the end but it’s so good.
I lwk cba. To write them all so if u go on my ao3 account and go on bookmarks, all my favs r there :3 and some assassination classroom and b99 ones too if ur into them idk
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“omg 🥺🥺 are you having a depressive episode??” IM HAVING FIVE SEASONS AND A MOVIE, FUCK OFF
Sigh
Pullin' your face close, wanting the inmost
Show me I'm not afraid of you now
I'm not afraid of you now
Nicole getting up close to Emily. Their lips almost touching yet neither of them actually move to close the gap. Emily was the only one who was more fucked up than Nicole. Sometimes, Nicole was actually intimidated by Emily. However she was just a kid too. She was fucked up, demonstrated by the various scars decorating her stained skin. Nicole wondered -ironically because the same thing was happening to her- how anyone could actually hurt a kid. I mean, dont get her wrong, Nicole disliked them as much as the next person, but she wouldn’t go out of her way to hurt them. They didn’t actually do anything. One night, emily opened up to Nicole, randomly and out of the blue, but Nicole couldnt stop her before the tears started welling. Telling her about how as much as she loved the fact everyone was somewhat scared of her - the control she had was euphoric - it hurt her so much. People were scared to come close to her; the disgust when they saw her arms was enough to sting a bit, but fear was something worse, so deeply worse. She didn’t want people to be scared of her. These were people she knew. Fair enough of it was someone like Jeffery or Kylar, because Emily would prefer them to back off, but when it’s someone like Ari, or her own mom, that’s when it starts to burn. Nicole wasn’t afraid. She was intimidated yes, but not afraid. She, as not straight as it was, wanted Emily to fucking know she wasn’t afraid because fuckkkkkkk, she had something for mentally unstable girls.
Villain and violent, infant and innocent
Both of them had been hand crafted and molded like clay into what they are now. Unsocial, scary, empty, suicidal, violent and miserable. Unapproachable. If you thought deep enough, not that anyone did, you’d realise that they were really only kids. Not that it excused anything, but they were damaged kids. When they’re shown pictures of them when they were kids “where’s my happy girl gone?” with their carefree smiles, dirt smeared in their cheeks having the time of their lives doing what little kids do. What did they do to deserve what was handed to them?
Baby, both arms cradle you now
In the hospital, after their first breath, and their small lungs working overtime to let the doctors know they were there, curled up tightly against their mom’s chest. Resting in their arms, being held like they were made of glass. They were fragile objects to be protected by their creators. A shell to protect them from the hurtful things that dragged along the surface of the Earth…except that never happened. They were held like if they were to become flawed, court dates would start pouring through the letter box. They weren’t seen as something to be protected out of the kindness of their parents hearts. They were seen as something to be protected so they wouldn’t be seen as bad people. Embraces were never loving. They were empty and meaningless and hurt more than any slap.
Both arms cradle you now
Now, they held eachover. The heave of the blondes chest against the brunettes back, the raised flesh from the endless nights of tears brushing against eachover. It was jagged, and painful and they didn’t fit together as well as they needed to, but they were making it work, even if they needed some tape to secure it
My emicole hearttdgssucgweiuhc @st4rlight-kayz
"So what the fuck are we gonna do now?"
"Kill ourselves?"
"I mean I guess, but how?"
"I should've fucking drowned myself in that tub..."
Can somebody please hear me out on this.
I have it good My parents actually care. I have friends, even if it's not as many as other people. I get what I want. I have a boyfriend who cares. Sure, I had trauma, but.. it's just not as bad as the ones I've heard. Mine's not even that bad. So why am I so sad? Why do I feel this way? Maybe I'm just an ungrateful child. Maybe I'm a spoiled brat. What's wrong with me ?