JaneWorld 🐎🌎

They’re both still women in JaneWorld first of all let’s settle that right now. Second Svetlana and Lilya are forcing men to make out in front of them in bars and clubs for their amusement.okay but no like quintessentially in JaneWorld they were Girls Together. Very anthems for a 17 year old girl. Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that—now you’re all gone got your makeup on and you’re not coming back (can’t you come back?)

And in JaneWorld rose is Jane’s straight girl best friend (Hayden a man still in JaneWorld CRUCIAL to know) who she does Feminine Girly Things tm with that has to sit her down and say “babe….” When they try to have a threesome with some guy but it’s very clear that Jane is not into this man and very into rose.

Important to note in this world that rose is not actually straight and figured things out for herself in the same threesome just with a much more delayed realization. Jane is gay cuz she was so into rose but rose was only so into Jane because she’s literally Jane Hollander that means nothing. It Means Nothing.

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“There’s my sweet Jane, begging like a pretty puppy.” Lilya coos, saccharine and dripping with condescension. “I will give you what you need.” Jane trembles. “I thought I was your little bunny.” she says, voice a breathy whine. Lilya smirks at her, all teeth. “You are my sweet little bunny,” She kisses Jane’s stomach. “But you are also my pretty puppy,” She tugs at the waistband of Jane’s shorts. “And my good girl,” she pulls them off alongside Jane’s underwear, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable once more. “My lovely, beautiful Jane.”

The Exile schooled his expression in a way that seemed to fool everyone but Ilya. The Exile seemed scared of his own shadow, the very core of his being something he seemed to want to excise, cut out entirely and smother to death so no one ever had to see it. Ilya wanted to see it.

When he was younger he had wished he could carry all his mothers sadness for her, take all the hurt she had to bear and bear it himself. He thinks some days that he got his wish, and when she left him that day she left all her sadness with Ilya.