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madfantasy · 10 months

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Been crying alot lately not knowing why, nd now I can verbalise it, I need to type it down for the sake of my sanity.. I think its lots of trauma dumping, I'm sorry

I've seen a post ask about if you're an ace would u be in romantic relationships, and I have just thought about how I'm always revolted by these concepts since I was 6 years old.

Having been always groomed to be wed to one of my cousins or a rich somebody to be my highest achievements as it solely focuses on my private parts as my worth and my ability to contribute to the family's "Good reputation" and reap back benefits to.

But I knew, all along, if I was forced to be with someone, that will end me being on this earth or them if they tried going near me. And growing up, I always tried to accept that fact, accept that u need to be pure and clean and be good for wedding and basically enslaved to it, cuz that's all our still impoverished family can aspire to. And on top of the dark thing that happened to me, making me truly believe I have no worth in this world and have prayed to be taken to heaven before I hit puberty, and have tried pitiful attempts to leave it, untill i got faint access to Internet and stole the keys to the locked books, they themselves should have been reading, around 17 years old, found an only opening and escape to reality.

I remember, my refusal was all the firmer the more anyone tries to tell me all about the glamor of being an intimate house maid and the domestic abuse they gloss over that I personally have witnessed time and time again with every couple that visited or we went to. I always respond that i am already one to my guardian's with the same abuse minus the gross intimate part.

I didn't even understand why I hated it so much while everyone is doing it, and as young as 16.

I avoided alot of marriage offers thanks to my guardians being, in one good way, over protective. And me losing my mind every time they brought it up. Literal uncharacteristic melt downs and now they fear the subject after they finally snapped me after saying no for years wasn't enough of a respond.

I'm 30 and the latest offer was from a rich cripple who was willing to pay all my guardians debts and give them a farm. My guardians dream. They turned it down without consulting me.

I've always hated the concept of pairs joined by s*x and the s*x itself. And marriage as a whole never made sense to me, considering the developing world and its problems. But I understand it as a bond if its first and foremost was not for love, it was for safety— mental, financial and otherwise.

And where I come from, independence is supported by the family, you can not survive, work, do anything if you do not have a family, and specially if you assigned a certain gender. So basically, I lived in isolation for the majority of my life, in poverty, marriage seen as the only -allowed- way out.

And it's all stims from a so called religious teachings.. Alot in common in this world, who take it as a personality trait and use it to justify injustice. Even though most of the time they know nothing about it beside what they are told by their authority figures and operat in this world as superior to all others because they were told they r the true religion. I saw on TT a so called mus-girl complaining about her children being exposed to 'rainbow ppl' in school education and having the nerve to complain about it living as a foreigner welcomed to practice her religion in a western country and claims not to be hateful. And yes, Arab ppl call the community 'rainbow' which reeks of the phobia and condescension. Like their religion teaches them to be at peace with all and treat ppl how they like to be treated, yet they fail to apply that when they don't like or lack the emotional intelligence to understand others who are merely different, just different and existing, exactly like them. And they do believe God made everything, so he did make those people, so what their excuse to that? And they exsisted since tbe dawn of humanity. And funny thing is their religion tells them that God made humans different, and urges them to read, to wonder the earth and consider facts and if they don't know to ask who are knowledgeable, and their intentions matters more and if they did unjustly by anyone, who ever they are, they r not a true mus--. It obviously translate to just ask a man who knows nothing about science, empathy or common sense or notice the accumulating facts and only repeat a select few he is told at a religious house. Thinking seems to be a burden these people happily relinquish to others. Which irkes me to no end

I was told all the shit I endured is because it from gods teachings, and it should make me happy. I never stopped questioning if this is a bless then why I was never happy? And why I can't do as I am told

They beat me up when I drew, when I was rowdy and when what now i know is stimming, shaming it as an act of another religion, and it was the running joke in the whole family. Mental health was an immense shame and hush hush, and anyone who seemed to need it was judged to be just a lesser mus-- so they deserve all the pain and suffering they get

I was glad that lady was getting chewed by ppl who was responding to her, but one person said something that just made me burst into tears and I couldn't stopp crying lately..

She said she was a teacher that goes from school to school and stuff so she experienced alot of communities and she noticed the vast differences between children who's family love and support is unconditional and those who don't, they obviously tend to later thrive.

And thats the word..

Thrive

Besides our financial situation never changing to the better, everything else was in decline, my guardians health themselves relying on me even more, and my mental anguish exasperated to a point i barely see a point in life, daily.. I can barely draw now, something I did 24/7

Everything that I am I had to do deep research for just to know that there's nothing wrong with me or im not deserving punishments for. I am ace, I am a gentle Them, I am on the spectrum, and I am Mani..

I did everything I do now in secret and complete agony. I learned English to gave privacy, continued to draw cuz it was my only alive part, and posted online when I was forbidden completely to protect my art from being lost, had to swear that I was nit interacting with others. I lied and one of the few times I was found, I was beaten while a school friend was on the other line in a voice chat. I was more humiliated that my friend witnessed it than being caught.

I still have the deep fear and distrust, I can't deal with social things, having to keep guessing which social cues they are using and not to become a living status, leaving the house the mere thought if it alone is panic inducing, I can never feel safe and cant risk something that might bring any harm to me and my sibs, every few days I struggle not to just delete my whole exsistance online. I can't look at faces even in pictures and if I did or need to I have to mentally prepare myself for so long. I literally had to convince my guardians that I can have a credit card so I can "learn" to do stock shi then used it to have PP and one day i got commissioned, and only when that happened I was able not to keep it a secret. And in its place now I feel the pressure when I can't provide or won't

The rest I still have no luck, I bearly managed to tell them recently that I suspect that I am on the spectrum, reading alot about it lately and it explains even things I couldn't. The nearest I managed to tell them that I am ace and what it is is that I started by saying I find who we are suppose to be wed to disgusting and I already living that glamorous stay at home shi nd co-raising 5 siblings they know very little about. They said fine but don't go saying that out loud cuz God says that marriage is the greatest bless but I won't force u ever.

I just feel my life force almost over, while I experienced nothing of life beyond isolation and constant need, so i cant thrive in anything.. Everything I wanted to do I begged to try was denied cuz either of my privates or cuz we were poor. I wanted to be athletic and do sports but there was no such thing as a second gender sports around. I wanted to be and still wish I could be, a wrestler. Unsurprisingly WWE was my inspiration and practiced as serious as a kid could, having what I believed a super pain tolerance cuz I never cried as I was beaten. I was cut from even watching it because it was "shameful " all of a sudden. Later I understood it was because everyone was shirtless and it was s*xulised by them. Everything became the same later, everything I drew or expressed feared to be s*xual and or homo nd I was punished over, I literally drew dying ppl and bromance alot at first. And they just projected their assumptions on me. I understood later and still can't bear the thought that ppl can project s*x into anything, and it never clicked in my mind because of what I am. And that was their biggest fear. I drew things cuz I saw them beautiful, and they only saw it as vulger, because they can't help but hyper s*xualize everything or assume it being so even with clear indications. Something that happened online too, tumblr nd tt, so it triggers me horribly

Something ace i also realised there's a word for (forgotten ittt ugh)— even though s*x and its mention is completely revolting to my person and I can have no relation to it. I can still enjoy it as a fictional concept, as entertainment, if u will, specially in a muse of two characters I enjoy. So drawing it is fun and exciting and enrichs my naughty side. Until I finish it and I never want to see it again cuz I'm not super good at it yet heh

In my mind, I can love and treasure who ever platonicly, and our bonds does not have to direct our paths in life. My romance is bromance, and meaning I will do everything to make my bestie happy, and my biggest wish is to live like tintin, in a mansion and everyone can be free to go on adventurous escapades, like getting coffee. ( i never done that, so

And this is something I wish to do with my siblings, if the stars were ever to align..

At least have Sherir with me.. puppets make me happy

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stereax · 10 months

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Okay so I said maybe I'd do this but now I am DEFINITELY doing this for real. I'm writing and hopefully posting this after the first round of the draft so I don't get spooked by GMs making trades on the draft floor. But let's go and see how wrong we are in a year!

Stereax's 2023-24 NHL Predictions!

Quick disclaimer: I'm not going to be going into a 1-32 power ranking; only five categories: Cup Contender, Playoff Placer, Wildcard Watchlist, Middest Misser, and Terrible Tanker. This will roughly give us five strata - CC for the top teams in the league, PP for those that should comfortably make the playoffs and do okay in them, WW for those that should end up in the wildcard race, MM for those that don't make the playoffs yet aren't bad enough to get into the draft lottery, and TT for the worst teams in the league who are in the race for last. Alliteration, baby. In addition, I'm going to have 1 CC, 2 PPs, 2 WWs, 2 MMs, and 1 TT per conference, just to spice it up.

That being said, let's get into it!

First up, let's start with my favorite division: the Metro!!!

Hurricanes: Signing Kochetkov was one of the best things Brind'Amour did. Look at the Canes' CapFriendly situation and tell me what you think. Spoiler alert: a lot of their depth is headed for UFA (Gostisbehere confirmed, I think, and a lot more that look likely). Next year is really their last year to go for it before the big guns' contracts come up and they're going to cap crunch. It also depends on the goalie situation, but for now, I'm giving them a solid ranking, but not the best. Playoff Placer.

Devils: Okay, I am a Devils fan ride-or-die, but, at the time of writing this, it's hard to say we're NOT going to roll the Metro. Fitz's recent trades (Toffoli for Shango and a 3rd, dumping Mac, sign-and-trading Severson) have injected even more oomph into the lineup while giving up little of long-term value. Not going to talk Devils puck for an hour, although I very very much could (and would if anyone hit my inbox please talk to me I get lonely lol), but we genuinely have one of the best forward cores in the league, some great defense coming up, and actual goaltending. And cap space! Cup Contender.

Rangers: As long as Shesterkin exists, the Rangers should be decent enough to be at LEAST wildcards. As long as Drury exists, the Rangers will never be good enough to be actual contenders. I'm sorry, but this was supposed to be their year and they blew it even harder than the other times they blew it. They are constantly in win-now mode and failing to develop their prospects. Their forward core is slowly aging as well. Also, the cap is screwing them over. Playoff Placer.

Islanders: As long as Sorokin exists, the Islanders should be decent enough to be at LEAST wildcards. As long as Lou exists, the Islanders will never be good enough to be actual contenders. The difference between the Rags and Isles is that the Rags, for as much as I hate them, have a functional top 6. The Isles? Hah. Retirement home. Wildcard Watchlist.

Penguins: What can I really say about them? Getting really old and deciding to hold the three-headed monster's hands as they ride off into the sunset. It's noble but it's not going to get them a cup. I think Dubas is going to make some positive changes to the organization and make them more competitive, but will he make them a contender? Not at all - there's not enough left in the tank for that. Wildcard Watchlist.

Capitals: Similar to the Penguins, the Capitals seem to have decided that their goal now is to get Ovi the goals record and hold his hand as he moves closer to retirement. However, the Caps seem to have decided they're not going to contend much going forward and can start the rebuilding process at least a little earlier. They're not going into tank mode, but they're not going to make the playoffs. Middest Misser.

Flyers: I have a tag that's literally "Danny Briere's Tank-a-Thon" on my blog. It is used frequently. Briere took over the organization and basically said "this team is not going to get us where we want to go so we need to burn it to the ground". The Michkov draft pick only solidifies that their plan is not to contend in the next few years. Terrible Tanker.

Blue Jackets: Fantilli gets another year in UMich but the Jackets are building a strong team to be ready for him next year. They're going to be better this season - they've bolstered their blue line with the Provorov and Severson trades. Now if they can get a goaltender that posts a save percentage beginning with a .9 and not a .8... Until then, they're not going to contend. But they won't be last in the division - the Flyers exist. Middest Misser.

Alright, time to visit the other Eastern division: the Atlantic!

Bruins: They're not gonna repeat the success from last year. Cap is chewing at their team (already they traded Hall and Foligno for table scraps) plus Bergeron and Krejci are major question marks. Relying on Zacha as the 1C is a yikes. That being said, a lot of this team still works - Pasta, Marchand, the goalies, the defense. That should get them into the playoffs. But there will be a bunch of question marks too - Lucic, for example. Why? Playoff Placer.

Maple Leafs: Treliving has some really tough decisions to make. Keep the Core Four? Trade someone? Let someone walk? Wait - I'm getting reports that he... signed David Kampf to a 2.5m AAV deal? What the fuck was that? No, seriously, what the fuck was that? This is why Leafs fans can't have nice things! You have some great pieces and an absolute inability to build around them. Oh, and look at that, you just drafted Easton Cowan with your first-round pick when that kid was slated to go in the third or fourth round of the draft. Better options were on the table, Treliving. Playoff Placer.

Lightning: I really think this is the slow decline of the Tampa Bay Lightning. The Jeannot whiff and the loss to the Leafs, a literal cursed team, only solidified it - the Cup tax was too great. With the rise of young Atlantic teams in the Sabres and Senators, I can't give the Lightning a higher grade - even if I know they're going to find themselves in the third division spot at the end of the day. Middest Misser.

Panthers: It's very hard to argue with success. The Cats have what it takes and they know their weak spots (defense, mainly). They're not going to win the Atlantic, but they'll do as their Lightning friends have done and win just enough to get in as the 2nd or 3rd seed, then wreak havoc. Bob showed us he's worth his contract, and, with Knight, it's only looking up from here. Cup Contender.

Sabres: Young, rising stars like Tage Thompson and Devon Levi pushed the Sabres oh-so-close to a playoff spot last season. With the slow decline of the Bruins and Lightning, as well as the massive question mark that is the Leafs, I think the Sabres can snap their playoff drought next season and finally exit their rebuild. They could also get oh-so-close again though... Wildcard Watchlist.

Senators: Young, rising stars like Brady Tkachuk and Tim Stützle pushed the Senators oh-so-close to a playoff spot last season. With the slow decline of the Bruins and Lightning, as well as the massive question mark that is the Leafs, I think the Sens can definitely make the playoffs. They could also get oh-so-close again though... Okay, but disregarding the Sabres/Senators parallels: the Sens need an actual goaltender. No goalie, no playoffs. Goalie, playoffs. Wildcard Watchlist.

Red Wings: The Yzerplan was rumored to be long and arduous. Good news for Red Wings haters is there's no sign of that changing any time soon. While I am now morally obligated to love this team because of my newest boy that I've just adopted Nate Danielson going there, please don't tell me they have any playoff aspirations any time soon. They're already breaking Ville Husso. Terrible Tanker.

Canadiens: Their entire team shouldn't break, right? Like, that was a one-time thing? Cool. There are still a lot of question marks on the Habs' roster - they'll probably truly break out again in 24-25 or 25-26 to coincide with the decline of the Bruins and Lightning. Develop the rookies more this year. They could make the playoffs in 23-24, but I think it's a long shot. They will give the Sabres and Senators a run for their money, though. Middest Misser.

With that, the East is complete. Time to head out West... Central time!

Avalanche: Avalanche fans are all crying because Landy's out another season and half the longer-term players are being traded or let go. Despite this, the Avalanche have proven to us (last season) that they can still win the Central even if their whole team is broken. I can't give them a worse score than this, and they don't deserve it, either. Even so, I'm somewhat worried at the long-term future of the Avalanche. Playoff Placer.

Stars: It is no secret that I consider the Central the worst division in the NHL. Most of these teams are genuinely just meh. The Stars probably have the best shot out of who we've got, despite some of the depth such as Domi and Glendening leaving in free agency and players such as Pavelski possibly retiring - they've had deep runs in the past few years, and young talents such as Jason Robertson and Jake Oettinger will only get better. I'm going to take this moment to laugh at the Stars deciding to bridge Robertson, though. That's going to bite them in the ass in a few years. For now, though? Cup Contender.

Wild: Look, it's a given by now that the Wild will make the playoffs and then lose in consecutively more humiliating fashion in the first round every single year. That being said, Gustavsson was stellar last year. Can he keep it up? Kaprizov is going to become a franchise player for the Wild, and now he actually has forwards that can score, too. It's looking up - what? Almost $15m tied up in dead cap from buyouts of Parise and Suter? Point and laugh, boys. Point and laugh. Good luck with offersheets, Minnesota. Playoff Placer.

Jets: The entire organization is blowing up. All the top players want out. The Jets are trying their best - the Pierre-Luc Dubois trade was great for the team, for example. I suspect, however, that they're slowly sliding into the rebuild era. No Hellebuyck? No shot. And Helle wants out to a team that can get him a Cup... Wildcard Watchlist.

Predators: Juuse Saros almost dragged the Milwaukee Admirals to the playoffs. That in and of itself gives this organization a lot of hope. If the Predators can put even a mediocre NHL-level team in front of Saros, who knows what happens? They're reportedly selling Askarov - the goalie they drafted in the first round a few years ago (which is super rare for goalies). Saros is the foreseeable future for this team. Wildcard Watchlist.

Blues: I categorically choose not to pay attention to the Blues because Jordan Bitchington pisses me off. That being said, what do the Blues even have? The Tkachuks' patronage? Some decent-at-best players in Kyrou and Buchnevich? Every good player on the Blues ends up not there (and generally on the Leafs). No shot they're good next year. Middest Misser.

Coyotes: They don't even have an arena. They drafted off the board for both their picks. (It was to pick up teammates in Simashev and But, though! I can vibe with it!) This doesn't change the fact that they're still the official bank of the NHL. Star-studded LTIR roster. And UrinatingTree just made ANOTHER lolcow video about the Coyotes. Terrible Tanker.

Blackhawks: Can Taylor Hall have another Hart Trophy season and drag a first overall center and a relatively awful team to the playoffs? Probably not. You got Bedard, wooo. Now you have to build a team of people who want to play in Chicago. Good luck! Middest Misser.

And finally, last but certainly not least... Pacific!

Golden Knights: The Knights make all the right moves (mostly), even despite the fans' best wishes. Dumping an original Misfit to Pittsburgh to make cap space for Barbashev? Trading Fleury? No matter how beloved you are, you are not safe. That being said, the Knights make the right moves. The goaltending should stabilize in the next season and the depth is insane - the Knights' fourth line is the best in the league bar none. This one's easy. Cup Contender.

Oilers: If the Oilers could build a god damn team around McDavid and Draisaitl, we wouldn't be here. Unfortunately, they can't, and we are. Darnell Nurse's 9m AAV haunts me and I'm not even really an Oilers fan. Christ. Good news is Skinner is playing great; bad news is the 5m AAV Campbell is not. See a pattern of overpaying bad defense and goalies? Yeah. Oh, and the Oilers might have to give up at least one of their good top 6 players to be able to pay their bottom 6. Yikes. Even so, the Edmonton McDraisaitls will still bury teams 5 goals a game. Playoff Placer.

Kings: Why did you pay that much for Pierre-Luc Dubois? In trade and in contract. That's an 8.5m AAV pylon for some of your best prospect forwards. You sold Quick for a few casino chips and he won his third Cup without you. Damn, the Kings are probably one of the most forgettable teams in the NHL and this proves it. Wildcard Watchlist.

Kraken: The Kraken are one of the teams that have pleasantly surprised me this season. They're really building something special in Seattle with a well-rounded roster, and Matty Beniers and Shane Wright can become bona fide stars for the Kraken. Beating the Avalanche in a playoff round only makes me more sympathetic. They should be solid for a few years yet. Playoff Placer.

Flames: Two questions: 1) What is Conroy smoking? 2) Can I have some? Look at the Toffoli trade - you just gave up your best point scorer last season for a 3rd round pick and a 3rd liner because you wouldn't prioritize his contract. The entire damn team is RUNNING from you. Yeah, you still have pieces like Kadri and Huberdeau, but even they are underperforming. Oilers fans are laughing at you. Even so, I'll be nice to you, because nobody else will be. Wildcard Watchlist.

Canucks: Hahahaha no. I should switch the rating for the Canucks and the Flames, realistically, but the sheer ineptitude of the Canucks' management is appalling. How the hell do you enter a season above the cap? The Canucks will always be mid until they realize they need to actually rebuild properly - but they won't, not if it means alienating Quinn Hughes and Elias Pettersson. So they're always going to be mid. Oops. Hey, Demko's back though! Middest Misser.

Sharks: It's Shark Tank season for San Jose. Actively selling Erik Karlsson for whatever he can fetch? Actually trading a sixth for Mackenzie Brokenwood and (probably) tandeming him with James Reimer? Wanting Andreas Johnsson in a trade for Timo Meier, one of your last good pieces??? Terrible Tanker.

Ducks: Carlsson? Unexpected but not a bad pick. Defensive prospects are developing well and Drysdale's shoulder is reattached. The Ducks could break out in 23-24 - they won't, but they could! I see them taking a similar path to the Canadiens - moving into the top 4 teams once the Flames and Kings fall out of viability. Like the Canadiens, they'll need some more time, though. Middest Misser.

What do y'all think of this? Any teams I'm overvaluing or undervaluing? My ask box is open :)

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cottean · 1 year

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Still sad about buzzly :’)

Feel free to ignore this, I just wanted to say it somewhere. more about buzzly under the “keep reading”

Sorry for the word salad, I just wanted to dump someplace! I’ve just been so devastated this entire year because all the sites that artists use to not only build an audience or post for fun but directly use to support themselves have stabbed us directly in the back, but on top of that I already was struggling to make something of myself before all of this and still am.

I hate to air it out because I don’t wanna seem like I’m fishing for compliments or support... but art is more than just a fun hobby to me, it’s the only thing i can do for a job so it’s directly tied to my self-worth, the way I can provide for myself and my bf when we move out. So when I make something, I want it to be worth it to others, and so I put everything into it, more hours than what the work demands sometimes just to make sure it looks right, only to post it and receive not nearly as much engagement as I would hope it’d receive. It makes me feel terrible, because it makes me feel like “What if my work isn’t worth it?”.

Idk... maybe i’m freaking out and poking holes in it or maybe I just can’t see the bigger picture on how far I’ve come but it’s really taken it’s toll on my motivation to create. I felt that personal growth back when it was vanilla dA or back when it was early buzzly but I hate having to keep moving sites because it’s like i’m restarting all over again over and over and over.

I’m still so very sad about buzzly’s downfall, it was like the chosen one. Of all the indie art sites I’ve tried that sprang up, Buzzly was the most promising (before the gross rule changes) I had so much engagement there and it felt like old deviantart again. It felt good just to comment on polls and talk with others, the layout was fun, and when I’d post something it actually got engagement back! and the fuzzy little bee mascot was so cute TT TT

If you’re unfamiliar, I won’t go into too much detail but tl;dr: Buzzly was an indie art site that was run into the ground very fast after it was made, it’s still around but they added rules that essentially allowed bestiality and other similar concerning nsfw to be posted as well as some issues regarding the lead dev and the person who owns the site (don’t know if that’s changed but afaik it’s still in the same sorry state)

I’m very supportive of new sites and I’m currently trying them out just to see if I can recapture that lightning in a bottle from early dA days but it’s just something I noticed that still makes me sad to think about. I just haven’t experienced that since buzzly. unu I’m currently on inkblot and it seems very promising but I hope they add polls and more engagement options like that! I’ve also tried artfol and while it seems nice it feels so quiet. I don’t get much engagement there and there’s only really art activities to do, not socialization like journals or polls (things I like in my art site experience)

I feel like I need to refocus my efforts, but I just don’t know how to do that. Should I just focus on the sites I know and am established on, despite some of the problems they have? (I no longer have a buzzly acc btw i mean like on da) Or should I just attempt to restart from scratch on places like Inkblot and hope for the best? I know it’s for the best to post on multiple sites but with my ocd / anxiety idk if i have it in me to do that all the time. I feel like i’m going in circles.

#personal vent #buzzly #art site #diary

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kitsuna-ri · 9 months

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So I lost my job yesterday and while I know it’s for the best (because ooh boy constant anxiety and stress) things were kinda fucked how it went down and I just want to make sure I’m not crazy. Here’s the rundown (it’s long, sorry):

Accepted SM assistant role last August. Was upfront about having limited experience, mostly either with accounts that had no budget or having long steps to go through to get a post approved. Said I was primarily a social WRITER but could make simple graphics and what not because I can use Photoshop and Canva. Basically hit the ground running, had virtually no real training and vague instructions. I was also suddenly in charge of way more categories, some of which had their own separate pages on social platforms and I would have to be responsible for all of them. I started with 5 categories, three of which consistently had multiple weekly or monthly events that needed posts. I also had to help boost, do mild comment and message moderation, and live tweet well into late hours or over the weekend. After getting settled I took on more work because we were a small team and I wanted to be as helpful as possible. I ended up taking on a weekly filming task that meant filming and editing the video in less than a day’s time. It took time because I had mentioned I don’t have strong video editing skills but I was willing to learn and try my best.

In late January, I was hit with a surprise move. I was told I had to be out by March and it was a few days from February. I was scrambled. But I still continued to take on what I could while panicking about my living situation. I get the move scheduled to not cost me too much missed time in the office. I asked my manager if I could WFH the day before my move just to wrap things up and was told to come in. I complied.

All this time, I have never once been approached about my quality of work from my clients or my boss. In fact, I even received a glowing yearly review and told I’m doing wonderful and I work great with my clients. We did have one of my categories break off and essentially took over their own social media with an influencer. It came as a big shock but I tried to roll with the punches and keep working hard for my other clients.

Then we had a HUGE event, like all hands on deck kind of thing. Still not given a ton of direction just “make as much content for this event as possible.” So I did. Now, around the end, I was having some trouble in my life (worries about my health, parents, etc) so I was admittedly burned out. I dropped a few balls. Nothing bad happened, no social catastrophe or anything, just didn’t pay attention when reposting a post and didn’t realize it was a carousel and not just one photo. I used a photo by prof photographer from a preview party and my manager felt the angle wasn’t good and took it down. Then, after she talked to me and was wanting to offer to show me some tips and tricks which I was eager for. Then there was an issue with a department she had basically dumped on me with little explanation and told me to use artist bios and I used one from the artist’s site and apparently that wasn’t ok. I told her I’d definitely be much more careful.

Then, I asked our intern to post a video on TT to continue a series we had started. Our intern was out but told me she could post things no problem even when I voiced concerns. She posted the video and apparently there was a typo. My manager completely loses it in in Teams but worse yet, in a group chat with one of my coworkers. I had a panic attack and was trying to explain what happened, apologizing and taking the Ls and offering solutions. She demands a conversation the next day so I agree.

She realizes like late morning that she had berated me in front of our coworker and apologized. But we were still having our convo. In this talk she’s telling me suddenly that my work has only ever just been “ok” which is the first time I’m ever hearing this feedback. We had monthly one on ones and she Never. Said. Anything. But now suddenly I was a problem and I needed to reconsider things, see if this is the right position, and she said she’d work with me and I was like “ok. I’m going to improve, I’m not going to screw up like this again.”

So the process was I sent her the design and proposed copy of what I wanted to post and she’d give me feedback. She NEVER came to shoot with me or show me tricks or tips except like once near the end. Instead she started “not giving a fuck” Because she was getting demoted from director to manager and was mad about it. She started half assing things and even being really curt and rude to clients. Meanwhile, I’m busting my ass to create only the best with minimal to no direction or real advice but I was noticing improvement. Plus, my clients were so happy with the work I was creating and how I was working with them.

I had another one on one and she tells me I’m doing great, she’s happy to see me taking everything to heart, etc etc.

This continues and other than one misunderstanding, I thought everything was great! I was doing more with video editing and really trying to make dynamic designs.

This month comes around and we’re suddenly hit with three BIG events in one of my categories, all happening at the same time, two events in one of my other categories, and I had also agreed to take one one other category which had weekly events as well. That meant for this month I ended up having 10 events to promote. We also lost our ability to boost ads so everything was relying on purely organic engagement. I made assets, I tried to balance posting with the three big events because they all had to post on the same IG/FB page. I didn’t want any one to be out shined and wanted to make sure the page didn’t seem spammy with so many posts each day because my other coworker also had two categories that shared the same page. So A LOT was being posted.

We have a meeting and someone asked if we were posting about a specific collection on social. We said yes, for sure. Because I had been posting. Then he continued on to say that he knew the lack of bids was just because this collection had way too high prices. Didn’t say anything else about social or our posts.

But my manager messages me basically berating me for not posting enough and why the fuck wasn’t I working hard. I was like ???? And explained my reasoning and immediately got told I was wrong and I had ten days to get posts up to three per event per day. So I proceeded to bust my ass.

Now, here’s the thing, I couldn’t post if she didn’t review my stuff. So I sent her all these posts to hit this new goal annnnnnnnnnnnd I got nothing back. For a day and a half. I had to ask for them three times before finally getting the feedback. But I still kept working. Then I unfortunately got food poisoning.

BUT because we had our new director starting, I took pepto and sipped on ginger ale so I could make it into the office. And I did. I did wind up leaving early but I had still been creating work and sending it.

However, because I suppressed my food poisoning the next day I was MISERABLE. So I finally decided to take the day. I sent my manager a message and hear nothing back so I make sure all my shit is handled and ended up having to do a whole video while feeling like death. But I did it.

I still had things ready and scheduled so I at least would be good to go. Now, in the afternoon my manager finally messaged me only to try and yell at me about a post my other coworker had done. She did say “apologies” and then asked if I’d be in the next day. I said I was going to do everything I could do I wouldn’t fall behind.

The next day, I did go in. A few hours later she suddenly showed up (she doesn’t work in office on Fridays). I’m working on some stuff, I had already sent her some things to approve, and she suddenly messaged me asking if I had a sec.

And that’s when she walked me to a conference room that HR was in. I even asked her if everything was ok while we were walking and she was like “mmhmm”

They didn’t let me pack my stuff, I had to ask my friend to get my things. They tried to be like “this isn’t a firing for anything bad…you just weren’t the right fit.” And my manager kept saying “we had all those discussions” but I’m over here like ?????? We’ve had maybe TWO and one was THIS WEEK!!! And it takes more than a day, hell a week, for HR to process a firing. I had formal write ups and yet I was done.

I’m so mad and also scared and just ugh. Fuck Capitalism, fuck that lying bitch, and just…fuck my life.

#work #rants #capitalist hell #jobs #job hunting #shitty boss #social media

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Taming of the Flu

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor: @underthejoon for this LOVELY banner TT & for coming up with the title LOL ur the best

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Sick Reader!AU, New Boyfriend!AU, Fluff

Synopsis: When you are sick, the last thing you want to do is call your boyfriend for help. But somehow, he finds out anyways. (pls feel better @bendthekneetobangtan I’m sorry I got u sick LOL)

Word Count: 2,426

“Call him.”

“No,” you mumble, curling further into the sheets.

“Call. Him.”

“No,” you repeat – determined, as only a sick person can be. The room around you spins; the light from your window is much too bright on one side.

Emily tsks under her breath, making a disappointed sound. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. This is what boyfriends are for – getting things off the top shelf and taking care of you when you are sick.”

“I thought boyfriends were for extra income in case social security is gone when we’re older.”

“Y/N, please be serious.” A door slams on Emily’s end of the phone. “Social security is definitely going to be gone when we’re older.”

You laugh, breaking into a cough when a dizzying bout of fatigue hits.

“Y/N!”

“What?” you croak.

“Call him. Or I’ll do it myself.”

Emily hangs up, leaving you staring at the phone in your hand. You can only hold that position for so long before another wave of coughing hits. The coughing is gross – the nasty, phlegmy kind which practically chokes every breath. On top of all that, your sinuses are a mess, your body aches, and you are ninety percent sure you have a fever.

Wearily, you fall back on your pillows. Emily is right, you really should call someone because you have zero medication in the apartment and zero ability to get it yourself. Each time you try to stand, you are gripped by fatigue so severe you sit right back down again. But you need to get up. You need to use the bathroom, if nothing else and – gripping your bed, then your wardrobe – you slowly make your way, inch by inch, to the door.

When you finally reach the toilet, you collapse on its lid. “Yes!” you cheer weakly, before realizing you still need to undo your pants. “Oh… shit.”

While you ponder how best to do this, your phone rings on the counter. You stare at this for a moment. It seems to zoom in and out, varying distances away and you will it to stay still while you stand from the toilet.

Gripping the counter, you answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Y/N?”

Exhaling lowly, you glance at yourself in the mirror. A greasy, unattractive mess stares back at you. Jungkook has never seen you like this before. Jungkook is not allowed to see you like this – not yet, at least. You two have only been dating for three months. It is too soon for him to see you at your most vulnerable. Hell, you two still brush your teeth in the morning and crawl back into bed, that is how ‘new relationship-y’ you are.

Emily is wrong. He absolutely cannot know you are sick.

Plastering a too-bright smile on your face, you force yourself to stand straight. “Oh, hey!” You wince – your tone is way off. “Jungkook!”

He pauses, as though able to hear your disease through the phone. “Hey… Y/N. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Covering your mouth, you stifle a cough. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You just… I don’t know. Didn’t answer my text. You aren’t as loud as you normally are. Ha.” Jungkook pauses, sounding a bit sheepish. “I sound crazy, huh? Of course, you’re okay.”

You crack a half-smile. “You’re not crazy, babe. What was your last text about?”

“My niece’s dance recital! It’s this Saturday and I know it’s corny, but I always go, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with?”

The bathroom begins to take on a strange tilt. “I – well, you see…”

“Listen – no pressure, I swear! But my mom hasn’t stopped talking about you since we all had dinner, and I said I would ask. Are… you sure everything’s okay, Y/N?”

“Okay.” Re-gripping the counter, your vision fades at the edges. “Jungkook, I – you…”

The bathroom tilts at a dangerous angle, Jungkook’s voice disappearing as your stomach inverts. Knees trembling, you plop down on the floor. The phone falls, hitting tile as you shove your head between your knees and will the nausea away. Grabbing hold of the toilet, you pull yourself up; you do not think you will hurl, but you never know.

Jungkook’s voice is loud from the discarded phone at your side.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

You breathe in and out, eyes closed while the cold porcelain returns you to a semblance of normal. It takes several moments before your vision is clear but, once it is, you reach for the phone.

Weakly, you lift it to your ear. “Jungkook?” you mumble into the receiver.

“Oh, thank fucking god.” Jungkook exhales. “Are you okay? You can’t just do that to me! What happened?”

“I – no,” you finally sigh. “I’m not okay.”

Jungkook is quiet for a moment. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I guess I’m sick.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. From his end, you hear a door slam. “What kind of sick, baby?”

That is it. The last of your willpower crumbles and you plop to the ground. He is not allowed to call you baby when you feel this crappy.

“I don’t know,” you groan, leaning against the cabinet. “Throat hurts. Sinuses hurt. Fever. Nausea.”

“So – the flu, huh?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, hang tight. I’ll be right there.”

The panic which follows is enough for your eyes to pop open. “Wait, Jungkook, no –!”

He has already hung up. You stare at your dead phone for a moment before scrambling up to your feet. Well, scramble is a loose term. You try several times before standing in the most undignified of fashions. Hands first on the floor, then your feet as you slowly roll yourself up.

By the time you are upright, nearly five minutes have passed. Heading into the living room, you glance around and are appropriately horrified. Your work clothes are still on the floor, flung every which way and left wherever they fell. There are dishes in the sink, coffee mugs on the table and a glass of orange juice on top of the fridge.

It looks like that one scene in every post-apocalypse movie ever made, where the Director shows what happened after humanity disappeared. Jungkook cannot see your place like this. Feebly, you make your way to the fridge and dump the orange juice down the sink. As soon as you do, a knock sounds at your door.

Damn, that fucker is fast.

“It’s me!”

Your head whips to the side. “No, it’s not!”

“Baby?” Jungkook rattles the handle. “Baby, you have to let me in.”

“Why?” Head spinning, you massage your temples. “It’s a disaster in here, Jungkook! You can’t come in!”

His muffled laughter reaches your ears. “You have to let me. I have ice cream and it’s melting.”

Despite yourself, you somewhat perk up. Ice cream is one of the few foods which sound appetizing right now. Slowly shuffling towards the front door, you tug on its handle until it finally opens.

Jungkook stands there, looking the epitome of boyfriend in a grey crewneck sweatshirt. He grins, shaking long dark hair from his eyes. “Hey.”

Eyes narrowed, you glance at the bags in his hands. “I don’t see ice cream.”

When you try and shut the door, Jungkook’s foot stops you. “Nuh-uh,” he teases, swinging the bags as he enters. “Not so fast! I come with better things than ice cream.”

“Better than ice cream?”

Haphazardly, you try and scoop hair from your neck. Everything about you is sweaty and gross – you hope Jungkook does not notice. Maybe he will be too distracted by the disaster zone you call an apartment.

He walks past, humming as he places bags on your counter. “Much better than ice cream. I got this lemon honey green tea, plus Sudafed and DayQuil, NyQuil and cough drops and… hey – Y/N!” Jungkook looks up, alarmed when you sway on the spot.

Darting forward, he grabs both your elbows to stop you from falling. His strong grip on your waist, he gently leads you towards the bedroom.

“I can show you the rest later,” he murmurs, pushing open the door. “Right now, let’s get you into bed. Okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, too tired to fight back.

Jungkook pulls back your covers, making space before he looks at you critically. “When was the last time you changed?”

Shrugging, you place one knee on the mattress. “Dunno.”

He nods, turning around and opening your dresser. Jungkook rummages around for a moment before turning back.

“Here, put this on.”

You squint at the garment he holds. “That’s your t-shirt, Jeon.”

“I know.” His grin broadens. “Put it on.”

“I’m not changing with you right there.”

He stares as though you are the first government-confirmed UFO sighting in history. “I’ve seen you naked before, Y/N. Many times. In fact, there was one weekend where we were naked for an entire forty-eight hours, and –”

“Not like this,” you groan, grabbing the t-shirt. Turning away, you strip off your sweatshirt and slide on his t-shirt. It smells like him and, inhaling softly, you feel a tiny bit better. “Not when I’m gross and sick.”

When you turn back around, Jungkook holds out a tissue. “Blow.”

“Oh my god.” Grabbing this from his hand, you collapse on your bed. “You’re so,” you cough, “annoying,” another cough, “did you know that?”

“Yep.” Jungkook lowers both palms to the mattress. “Now, you’re burning up. Can I take off these sweats, baby?”

You feebly nod, giving in. “Okay.”

He gently works the material down your thighs, crumpling them in a ball with your sweatshirt. Entering your closet, Jungkook deposits them in your hamper before he returns to your bedside.

When he sees you trying to roll out of bed, his eyes widen. “Oh, no,” Jungkook chuckles, gently pushing you down. “Whatever you need, I can get. Tell me.”

“I... need to go to the bathroom, Jungkook.”

“Oh. Yeah, alright. Let me help.”

He does. The entire way there, Jungkook walks beside you in case you get dizzy. He lets you do your thing but once finished, is immediately there to help you into bed. After forcing you to drink water, take Motrin and another decongestant, Jungkook gently tucks you in. His hand smooths hair back from your forehead, feeling your temperature.

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs. “You sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?”

Slowly, you shake your head on the pillow. “I always run high fevers,” you mumble. “Promise. Have since I was little. If I’m still this sick tomorrow… maybe.”

He nods, serious. “Okay.”

Your hand closes under the pillow as you slowly shut your eyes. You hear, rather than see when he closes your blinds. The room is instantly dimmed and you start to drift off. Jungkook’s footsteps disappear and you want to ask where he is going but the bed is so comfortable. Your body feels so heavy and before long, you hear nothing at all.

When you come to, it is night.

The visual is somewhat disorienting. The last thing you remember is Jungkook, who – shit. Jungkook. Abruptly, you sit up and wince. Patiently, you wait until the room has stopped spinning. Moonlight stripes the sheets of your bed, illuminating your room but in the hall, you see the warm glow of TV. Canned, audience laughter meets your ears and you realize Jungkook must be there.

Slowly, you crawl out of bed and wrap your comforter around you. It is chilly – or maybe that is only the fever medication wearing off. Shivering, you shuffle out of your bedroom. In confusion, you stop and stare at your apartment.

It is spotless. Jungkook must have cleaned while you slept. The dishes in your sink are all washed and put away – the clothing on the ground is gone and your laundry basket rests beside your washer. The machine hums away, cleaning your clothes and slowly, you turn towards the TV.

Jungkook is seated spread-legged on the couch, a chocolate milk in one hand. He stares at the screen, mouthing along with the lines – some old Seinfeld episode – and when he notices your presence, he starts.

“Y/N!” he blurts, jumping up from the sofa. “You’re up!”

Carefully setting his chocolate milk aside, Jungkook’s hair flops jogging towards you. Lips parted, you stare at him. The hand holding your comforter clutches it tighter under your chin.

“You… you cleaned,” you say blankly.

Jungkook glances around. “Probably not very well. I just, well, you were asleep. And I thought I would –”

Cutting him off, you step forward and throw both arms around his waist.

Jungkook hesitates only a moment before wrapping himself around you. The comforter still blankets your body, forming an effective flu barrier. You feel a bit like a burrito, enveloped by your much larger boyfriend – tilting your head back, you peer from the cloth.

“Thanks,” you say softly.

“What for?” Jungkook’s arms tighten.

It sucks to feel so weak and vulnerable, but you suppose that cannot be helped. Every inch of your body hurts, including your brain – but not as much as it did. Thanks to him.

“You came,” you say simply.

His smile broadens. “You thought that I wouldn’t?”

“I didn’t know we were there yet.”

Jungkook’s dark gaze softens. “Yeah. I guess we are.”

Inhaling, you nod as your eyes flutter shut. “Okay.”

He chuckles, adjusting his arms to lead you from the room. Jungkook pushes things aside on your bed, arranging a Kleenex box to well within reach. He fluffs the comforter, squishing it around your body and arranging the corners. You realize sometime while you slept, Jungkook must have dragged in your trash can to place by your side of the bed.

“You’re not repulsed by me now?” you mumble, turning into the pillow.

Jungkook grins. His hand drops to your forehead, smoothing back hair. Bending lower, he brushes his lips to your damp, clammy skin.

“Never,” he whispers, pulling away.

He walks out of the room, gently closing the door and in your delirious, half-lucid state you realize maybe, just maybe you have fallen in love with your boyfriend.

#bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook writing #bts writing

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i-growl-growl-growl · 4 years

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Can I be the first to ask for a yan haikyuu Iwazumi? Just a hc? He prob isn’t likely to go yandere but if he did would be a protective type? Also can I ask for what are the rules for matchups? ( ・◇・)？

yes you may! thank you so much! also taste, iwa needs more love! (っ˘ω˘ς )

how would yandere!iwaizumi act?

like you said, it’s highly unlikely that hajime would be a yandere and even if he was, he would be extremely discreet about it. you probably wouldn’t even think about it unless you recall every single thing he has done to you

he has a good head on his shoulders and similar to daichi, drinks the respect women juice on the daily. ;)

however, he would definitely hit the extremely overprotective and jealous marks. hajime wants to know who you’re talking to and while he will do his best to not invade your privacy, there’s this unsettling feeling that he isn’t enough for you

he will also be pretty insecure until it’s confirmed that you’re with him for the long run.

seeing as he has always been the best friend of seijoh’s “it” boy, i think he would be a bit insecure and quite honestly, paranoid that you were only with him to get closer to oikawa if you were in high school

he will most likely have a secret crush on you since you knew mattsun and makki as they were in your class

ironically, he would turn to oikawa about his conflicted feelings about you (also partially to show that if oikawa on the off chance liked you as well, that his very own best friend declared it first)

but it wasn’t until he had multiple (very long) conversations with oikawa about halfway through the school year that he realized how much he liked you

luckily for him, oikawa wasn’t interested and was more focused on volleyball (after being dumped TT)

and with a push from oikawa, hajime gathered the courage to proceed forward and be more bold

he would walk you home, you would have late-night discussions; your classic friends-to-lovers story

eventually you both caved in and decided to get together and be a couple :D

overall, his yandere “tendencies” will not flare up before you get into a relationship and while hajime is still trying to pursue you.

although he will be the most insecure in the beginning and will have a hard time trying to situate himself with the actual concept of falling for someone, hajime knows how detrimental it could be for your general relationship/friendship if he were to act possessive or overprotective

hajime actually reminds me of what ushijima would be like as a yandere; he wouldn’t give off red flags right away and he keeps his distance. you might even say that he has a strategy once he’s sure he wants you.

regarding stalking, he’s probably too caught up with volleyball to even think about trying to stalk you and would rather savor every moment he gets to have with you in-person or over direct messaging.

besides, he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries and in no way does he want to make you feel uncomfortable with him

as you can tell, hajime is pretty short-tempered and even in your relationship, he gets extremely agitated over little things, mainly over who you’re talking to

he doesn’t fall in love easily and when he meets you, he would be very doubtful and cautious, taking things with a slow and steady pace

once you’re a couple, there will be little things he does when he feels jealous or in general, just wanting to show the world that you’re taken by him and him only

things like holding your hand everywhere you go in public, a tight back hug around your waist when you’re talking to someone regardless of gender, etc.

yandere!hajime shows a lot of PDA actually. mainly because he wants to “subtly” drive away potential suitors, but also he likes holding you :)

i can guarantee that there will be at least one huge fight during your relationship about his overprotectiveness

unintentionally, hajime will guilt trip you and you will smooth over this incident (or incidents) and act like nothing happened

did he mean to make you feel bad for setting boundaries? hajime says no, but his inner demons are a bit mixed on this issue...

hajime isn’t intentionally manipulative, but it will definitely slip out once or twice during your relationship.

“good news” is...

hajime will feel more reassured in himself and if you’re together for a long time, especially if you’re bound by marriage, he will loosen up completely.

now if you had kids? honestly he would be more protective of them than he would be of you by that point haha!

in general, if i were to put hajime on a scale of 1-10 (highest number being most extreme as a yandere), he would be around a 3 or 4 and eventually decrease to a 2 or even a 1 if you maintain reciprocal love and trust. he’s not stupid and understands your worth, so he wouldn’t be the worst yandere to be stuck with

oikawa on the other hand...

my goodness, it’s been quite a while since i thoroughly enjoyed writing something haha! thank you for requesting anon, this helped clear my writer’s block so much :))) sorry if it’s a bit all over the place, i was super hyped and was going rapid fire especially for hajime ╰(▔∀▔)╯

as for matchup rules, i’ll get a post up for that soon!

with love,

celeste <3

#yandere haikyuu #yandere hajime #yandere iwaizumi #yandere iwaizumi headcannons #yandere haikyuu headcannons #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere headcannons #admin celeste

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shadowsndaisies · 5 years

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Where? [s.p.]

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea

WC: 2799

Status: to post

Synopsis: where the reader got her serpent tattoo on her pubic bone and so no one’s ever actually seen it, except FP who gave it to her and Toni whos hand she squeezed while she got it. Both boys are interested and so jughead soon becomes too. Leading to things heating up between longtime friend Sweet Pea and the Reader. Takes place in between seasons 2 and 3.

warnings: nothing much, gets kind of pg 13 steamy towards the end.

masterlist

“What?” you asked as you approached your lunch table.

Sweet Pea, Fangs, Jughead and Cheryl all had their eyes trained on you, Toni was rolling her eyes.

“Are you sure she even got one?” Cheryl asked and your eyebrows furrowed as you set your lunch tray down and sat down.

“She, who? And got what?” you pressed.

“You, babe. They’re talking about you,” Toni told you and your eyes widened.

“Me? What about me?” you questioned.

“Your tattoo,” Toni stated and you held a silent conversation with her.

“As I said, boys, she probably doesn’t have one,” Cheryl stated once more.

“I have one,” you tell her.

“Where?” Fangs cut in and your eyebrow raised.

“Does it matter?” you ask.

“Yes, because how can we really know if you have one if no one’s ever seen it?” Cheryl pressed.

Sweet Pea was silently analyzing you.

“You could trust me? And people have seen it,” you offer.

“Darling, you can’t trust anybody,” Cheryl negated.

“What people?” Jughead jumped into the conversation.

“For starters, your dad. He’s the one who gave me my tattoo, Toni’s the other one,” you tell your friends.

“My dad gave you, your super secret tattoo that no one else has ever seen?” Jughead squinted.

“And Toni’s seen it but not me?” Sweet Pea pressed.

“Toni was with me when I got it,” you shrugged.

“Toni and not me?” Sweet Pea repeated.

“Get over it dude, she likes me better,” Toni smirks.

“You know lunch actually looks okay today,” you divert.

“Nice transition, real smooth,” Fangs snorted.

“Shut it Fogarty,” you mutter, taking your fork and stabbing at the pathetic looking salad on the left side of your tray.

It went quiet for a moment and you had released a soft breath when the silence broke again. “Where is it then?” Cheryl pushed.

“On me,” you answered vaguely.

“Aw TT look she thinks she’s being cute,” Cheryl gave me a blinding smile as her voice dripped with sarcasm and Toni simply shook her head.

“She has a serpent tattoo, end of story, okay?” Toni said once again and for the rest of the lunch period, everyone left the topic alone.

It wasn’t until that evening when we were all at Pop’s getting dinner did the topic resurface. It was just you and the boys now, Toni had gone back to Thistle House with Cheryl for the night and Jughead was off doing the Nancy Drew thing with Betty.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Fp smiled setting an (f/flavor) milkshake in front of you.

“Thank you FP,” you smiled back bringing the cold glass closer to take a sip.

“Boys,” FP continued setting two more glasses down on the table for the boys across from you.

“Why does she get ‘sweetheart’ and we get ‘boys’?” Fangs asked.

“Because she deserves it, and you’re lucky I don’t call you two by what you deserve,” FP jokes tucking the serving tray under his arm.

“FP our girl here says you gave her, her serpent tattoo,” Sweet Pea cut in and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“This again?” you ask.

“Actually I want to know about this too,” it was the voice of Betty Cooper as she slid into the seat beside you. “All day I’ve heard multiple different people complain about your elusive tattoo,” Betty smiled.

“It exists alright, one of my best works, if I say so myself,” FP nodded, clasping Jughead on the shoulder as Jug slid in after Betty.

“Then show us,” Fangs prompted.

“Boy, this girl has saved your ass, how many times? If she wants to show you, she’ll show you,” FP defended before sending you a wink and walking away.

“Where is it?” Betty whispered while Jughead was talking to Fangs and Sweet Pea.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes but as you met her blue ones you could tell she wanted to know, and you knew you could trust Betty, she had never given you a reason not to. And she wouldn’t make a joke or tell anyone, not even Jughead, not unless you told her she could.

Discreetly you turned your head and you were about to whisper and tell her when Sweet Pea slammed his hand on the table causing both you and Betty to jump in your seat.

“(Y/n) I swear to god if you’re telling Betty Cooper before me, I will never give you a ride anywhere, ever,” Sweet Pea’s voice was serious and your face sobered before you turned back to Betty and offered her a sorry smile.

“Sorry B,” you shrugged.

Betty let out a little short annoyed huff before crossing her arms and settling back against the booth.

A week went by before anyone else asked you about your tattoo, Toni had mentioned that the boys were still trying to find out, though Cheryl had given up, her attention had moved elsewhere. It was Saturday, and Friday had been a late night. Reggie Mantle and Sweet Pea had nearly gotten into another fight, one you were able to prevent. Then you spent the following 5 or so hours listening to SP rant about “stupid northsiders”, playing pool, and drinking. So when you feel someone shaking you to wake you up you can’t help but groan.

“Leave me alone,” you mumbled as you tried to turn further into your bed.

“Get up, we gotta talk,” It was Toni and her voice seemed to snap you awake.

“Why?” You sighed a hand coming up to rub your face and pinch your nose.

“Is she going to wake up?” you heard Fangs grumbled as his boots stomped into your room.

“I’m up,” you mumbled.

“Jughead wants to know about last night,” Toni told you and you shifted back under your blanket.

“Take her blanket away!” Sweet Pea shouted and you groaned as you felt the plushy dark green blanket being pulled from your body.

Fangs let out a whistle, “Nice underwear (Y/n),” he laughed and you groaned again.

You had probably only had the mental capacity to strip your jeans and go to bed, the fact that your bra was still on and uncomfortably poking your chest was proof enough. Though you were glad you were wearing a rather nice pair, dark green with lace, cheeksters.

“Fuck off Fogarty,” you held up your middle finger as you stretched your arms up.

You should’ve been a little embarrassed probably but honestly at the moment you didn’t care, plus the boys had seen you like this before. Fights where you got cut up, you’d strip from your jeans so Toni or someone could fix your leg. Sweet Pea, Fangs and Toni had probably seen you like this more than a handful of times and yet every time Fangs felt the need to make a comment.

“Holy Shit!” Fangs shouted, “Sweet Pea! I found the fucking tattoo!”

Your eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight and you saw Fangs staring at your side, Toni was rolling her eyes and the sounds of boots rushing towards your door made the pounding in your head a bit worse.

You looked down and realized the way your underwear rested on your hips at the moment showed off your pelvic bone, and right there, clear as day, you could see the serpent tattoo.

“Where?” Sweet Pea asked as he stumbled into your room, Jughead right behind him.

Fangs seemed incapable of speaking and so he pointed and then you rolled your eyes.

“Toni, can you hand me a pair of shorts please,” you asked the girl who was standing by your closet.

She pulled a pair of workout shorts from the second drawer and tossed them to you. Taking them and standing up you slipped them on and walked towards the boys, “C’mon I’m hungover and hungry.”

“It was on your fucking hip, the entire time?” Sweet Pea grumbled as you all slid into a booth at Pops.

“No, it was on my fucking pelvic bone the entire time. That’s why none of you have seen it. And that’s why Toni went with me,” you explain, moving some of your eggs and potatoes around before stuffing your face with a forkful.

“All this time, it’s been there, how have we never noticed?” Fangs asked.

“Well, it’s not like we were exactly looking,” Jughead offered offhandedly.

Fangs continued as if he hadn’t heard jughead, “I mean, how many times have we all gone swimming? Huh? Or what about all the strip poker games and semi-nude streaking?” Fangs was listing just about every little thing that could include your tattoo being revealed and the funny part was that it had always been there.

“Wait, semi-nude streaking?” Jughead cut back in.

“It was a dare,” Sweet Pea grumbled.

“Wait, you too?” Jughead’s eyes narrowed across the table at Sweet Pea.

“Sweets was the one who got dared,” you chuckled. “I was there for...let’s say moral support.”

“How were you only semi-nude?” Jughead asked.

“She still had her bra and underwear on and Sweet Pea had his briefs but that was it,” Fangs smirked, proudly. It had been, after all, his dare.

“And yet you didn’t see the tattoo until today?” Jughead pressed.

“We were never looking!” Sweet Pea exclaimed and a smile flitted to your lips. “It was right under our fucking noses and we never realized.”

“Literally,” Toni giggled and you shook your head.

“I guess you can tell Cheryl now,” you shrugged.

“I can’t wait to hear what she’s going to say,” Toni shook her head.

You turned back to the table as FP came by and refilled your coffee mug, “Thanks FP.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he smiled.

As you added some milk to the coffee 2 sugar packets were slid over to you, your eyes flicked up and made eye contact with Sweet Pea who offered a small smile. Everyone was in their own conversations and Sweets was giving you a look, one you weren’t sure how to interpret.

“Thanks,” you mouthed tearing the packets open and dumping them into the mug before mixing it with your spoon, Sweets offered a wink in response.

A few hours later Toni was back with Cheryl, Jughead was off with Betty, Fangs was god knows where and Sweets was driving you back to your trailer. As you got off the bike you pulled the helmet off and tucked it under your arm and turning back to Sweet Pea.

“What would I do without you?” you joked with a smile.

“Walk,” He said seriously, “a crap tone of walking.”

You laughed with him at that, because he wasn’t wrong, Sweets had been giving you rides since he could drive.

“What are you going to do with your downtime?” you asked him and he looked around before turning back to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked instead.

“Movies?” you offer.

He smiled turning the engine off before grabbing his keys and following you back into your trailer. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and grabbed your laptop from the counter. Sweets had already kicked off his boots and slumped onto your sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table. You opened up a movie from Netflix and fell on the sofa, moving your head to his lap while adjusting your laptop to the middle of the coffee table. About halfway through the movie, you became aware of the fact that Sweet Pea had undone your bun and was playing with your hair, you glance quickly to him but realize his focus is still on the screen of your laptop and so you smile a bit before looking back as well. When the movie ends you’re quite comfortable and very relaxed, the way SP was moving his hand through your hair was putting you in a very warm sense of comfort.

“I wanna see it,” he said, finally.

“Hmm?” you hummed, your eyes were shut as you breathed softly, too comfy where you were.

“Your tattoo, I didn’t really get to see it this morning, I’d like to, if that’s okay with you,” he continued and you were silent a moment, in fact, he thought you might’ve fallen asleep.

Really, you were thinking it through, sure Sweet’s had seen you in just your underwear a few different times but this was a little different, this would be purposefully taking off your pants so he could basically stare at your pelvic bone. But this was Sweet Pea, someone you trusted, the one who always had your back, and he was the one who gave any guy who looked at you the wrong way nightmares. So you made your decision.

“ mmkay,” you yawned as you sat back up, his hand falling from your hair. You stood and brought your hands to the waistband of your shorts, you were acutely aware of how intensely Sweet Pea was staring at your hands and it made you feel nervous, he seemed to have picked up on it because his gaze moved to your eyes, and he gave you a look of reassurance and curiosity. He kept his eyes on yours as you pushed your shorts down, his eyes didn’t leave yours until you nodded. You stepped out of your shorts and walked closer to him so that you were stood right before him. One of his hands came in contact with your leg, right above your knee while the other rose to the waistband of your underwear, the way it was now resting blocked most of the design. His eyes met yours once again silently asking for permission. You nodded and the room was silent as he slipped a finger into the waistband to pull it up a bit higher, showing off your full tattoo. That hand moved to hold your hip and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as your skin felt as if it were slightly on fire where his hands were on your body. But both of those places didn’t feel as hot as where SP’s gaze was focused, you blushed under the intensity which he was watching you with.

His thumb grazed over the tattoo, following the design of the two-headed snake and a sort of trill went through your body. Sweet Pea was in your opinion a fine looking man. He was tall, strong, and while not everyone gave him credit, pretty fucking clever. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on him but you were friends and that was something you cared way too much about. But now with the way he was looking at your hip and at you as you stood in a cropped t-shirt and your underwear, this seemed too intimate for friends.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“What?” you asked, your voice a bit raspy.

His eyes flickered to yours and you swear they seemed a bit darker.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said with no hesitation and you blushed a little harder as his grip on you tightened. “And this, his thumb rubbed over the tattoo once more, the feeling it gave you was incredible, “is so fucking hot,” he all but groaned and you licked your lips.

You made a decision. You were already over the line between friendship and something else, and you wanted something else. He was still gripping you and you moved, suddenly straddling him where he sat so you now face to face, your heart was beating fast and you could feel it under your hand, his was too. The look in his eyes was everything you needed as you leaned forwards hands moving from his chest to his shoulders as your lips met. From his shoulders to his neck as he kissed you back. From his neck to his hair as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. You reveled in the groan he gave as you tugged a bit on his hair, in the feeling on his hands as one stayed planted on your hip, thumb rubbing the tattoo and the other that moved a bit further, closer to your ass.

He revealed in the small sounds you made as he kissed you, in the way your body was responding as he pressed his as close as he could to you. And that’s where the two of you stayed for the rest of the evening, lips meshed together, hands exploring the other and hearts beating fast. And you listened to everything he said in between. All the little praises he gave as you kissed along his neck, especially when you lips covered his serpent tattoo, to his confession of never wanting to let go of you. But your favorite was the rough tone he gave when he warned you that no other guy would ever get to see your tattoo.

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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It’s Not A Stick!

Batbros, Humour, General Rating.

Summary: Tim’s brother’s for some reason keep insisting on calling his bo staff a stick, Tim isn’t at all pleased or amused with this new revelation.

A/N: Inspired by posts from @timtimmersdrake on how Tim’s bo staff has been called a stick when it is in fact a lot more than that. It got me thinking and I couldn’t help myself but to write something based off it.

Enjoy! :D

“Hey replacement, you in here?”

Tim looks up from the files he was studying to see Jason strolling through the cave clearly looking for him. From the computer desk he’s sat at Tim calls over to him, “I’m here Jason. What do you want?”

Tim wasn’t really in the mood to be disturbed, the case files he was looking over were important and he needed to get through them quickly as possible so he can plan the next part of the mission. He figures the quicker Jason tells him what he’s doing or planning, the quicker the man will leave him be.

Jason turns to the sound of his voice and Tim sees the grin appear on his face as he begins to walk over to him, “Hey Timbo, how you doing?”

Tim glares, “What do you want Jason. I’m busy.”

His brother puts a hand over his heart as if he’s insulted, “What? Am I not allowed to visit my favourite little brother?”

“No.”

Jason rolls his eyes, “Whatever kid. Anyway, I’m here because your stick broke.”

Tim blinks at him trying to understand what he just said. “My stick?”

“Yeah your stick.” Jason huffs, he then proceeds to dump two items down next to him.

Tim frowns as he looks at them. They look familiar. It wasn’t until he picks one up that he realises what it actually was.

“You broke my bo staff!” He exclaims looking up at the man with wide eyes.

Jason shrugs, “Yeah sorry about that.” He says not at all sounding remorseful.

“You broke my bo staff! How?” Tim picks up both pieces to his weapon and slots them together trying to comprehend how on earth Jason broke it.

“It’s probably best that you never find out.”

Tim snaps his gaze to the man and glares at him. “I’m going to kill you.”

His brother rolls his eyes again, “Geeze, calm down. It’s just a stick, you can easily make another.”

Tim pinches the bridge of his nose, “Yes I can easily make an – wait. That’s not the point! You broke my weapon and stop calling it a stick! It’s a bo staff!” When he looks back up the man was already walking away from him. “Jason!”

His brother waves him aside, “Uh huh, call it what you like. I’ve got things to do and places to be, so see you later, have fun!”

Tim glares at his retreating form before looking back at his broken weapon.

“Asshole.” He mutters to himself.

“Hey Timmy!”

The chirpy greeting was all the warning that Tim got before he was being enveloped in a hug by strong arms. Tim allows the contact and doesn’t fight against it because if he moves his hands then his hard work is going to be ruined.

“What you doing? I’ve heard that you’ve been holed up in here all day.”

Despite the weight that’s been added to his back from where Dick’s draped himself over him, he continues with the delicate workings of the wires within his staff.

Tim connects a green wire to a red one and was about to answer when Dick speaks up again, “Oh you working on making another stick for yourself? You replacing it with the one Jason broke the other day?”

“Yes, he somehow – wait. Not you too! It’s not a stick, stop calling it that!” Tim snaps at him. First Jason and now Dick.

Behind him Dick laughs, “Sorry Timmy, that’s all Jason kept calling it so I guess it just stuck. You fixing it or making a new one.”

“I’m making a new one,” Tim huffs out, “Since Jason broke my main bo staff I’ve decided to make a new one which includes the upgrades I’ve been wanting. It’ll be easier than trying to mend the one Jason broke.”

Tim was not pleased about that at all. Jason broke his preferred staff which has resulted him back to using his old ones. Doing that has reminded Tim on just why he stopped using them in the first place.

“Aw sorry to hear that, but at least you’re doing something about it. I know how much you preferred that stick.”

“Dick!” Tim hisses.

Fingers run through his hair before they ruffle it. “Haha, sorry Timmy, couldn’t help myself. It’s cute to see how much it bothers you.”

Tim glares at his work before him instead of answering Dick. Thankfully the older man seems to have had enough in pestering Tim because he gets off Tim’s back and says his goodbye. Tim lets out a breath once he’s gone and continues to work on his weapon, swearing revenge on both of his older brothers once he has this staff made and ready to use.

“Hey, has anyone seen my bo staff?” Tim questions as he hurries across the cave to where the work benches were.

He could have sworn he left his staff in his locker but when he went to go get it, it wasn’t there. He’s tried the changing rooms, the training area, weapons room and even the computer but it just wasn’t around. He gets to the benches only to find that it wasn’t there either.

“Well, where did you last see it?”

Tim glares at Jason through his cowl and snarls, “If I remembered where I last saw it, I would have found it.”

Jason simply puts his hands up in placating gesture, shakes his head and doesn’t comment. Tim rolls his eyes and moves away from the benches to the centre of the room. He looks around in circles just trying to work out where on earth it could be.

That’s when a bark rings out and grabs his attention. Looking down Tim finds Titus plodding along and stopping just short of his feet. The dog looks up at him with his tail wagging and his ears perked.

And there it was. His bo staff, in the dog’s mouth.

Tim takes a long breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. He counts to ten before turning back to the rest of the cave. “Why does Titus have my bo staff in his mouth!”

Tim was not pleased at all. That staff took him nearly a month to make, he’s only used it twice on patrol far and was still getting used to it. He does not appreciate it being used as a dog’s chew toy.

“Well Titus wanted to play fetch, your staff was the closet thing we had that resembles a stick.” An explanation comes from behind him.

Tim spins around so he’s face to face with Damian.

“My staff is not a dog toy!” Tim shouts at him. “That dog could seriously hurt himself with it! What on earth made you think that it was okay to use it!”

“Tt, you call that useless stick a weapon? It is a meaningless toy that does no damage what so ever, why father allows you to use it I will never know.”

Fists form at Tim’s side as he glares at Damian, “Give it back to me and I’ll show you just how ‘useless that stick’ really is you little gremlin!”

“Okay, that’s enough!” A hand appears on Tim’s shoulder and pushes him back slightly, a body then appears in front of him and blocks Damian from his view. “Tim, grab your bo staff and get going, Jason and I will catch up. Damian if you remember you are grounded for tonight, so go back up stairs and go to your room.”

Tim glares at the Nightwing symbol on his brother’s chest as he talks before another nudge sends him turning around so he’s facing Titus. He bends down and retrieves his weapon from the dog’s mouth with no problems. His grimaces as it comes away covered in slobber. He looks back over his shoulder to see Damian now climbing up the stairs and Dick facing him.

“Tim?”

Tim pushes him away and heads for the weapon area with the plan of cleaning his staff. As he walks he faces his brother so he’s walking backwards, “It’s fine Dick. I’ll show all of you how it’s not just a stick but in fact a very dangerous weapon that you all should be weary of.”

It’s not so much a threat but in fact more of a promise.

#batbros #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #dick grayson #humour #fanfiction #general rating #bo staff #poor tim

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kopikokun · 3 years

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hi arin !! idk if you remember me but I’m the anon that had asked about recs and sweeter than honey! tysm for answering my questions back then because that’s now one of my fav fics ever 🥺 the same author posted a new fic and i’m sorry idk who else to talk to about it with so have you read it ? i cried twice but it was so good ;-; your new ten piece is so beautiful, you describe everything so nicely, and it’s one of my favs by you now! 💚 thank you for sharing your writing 🥺

hey!! of course i remember you buttercup!! i actually felt bad because i literally dumped all my ravings onto you TT but i’m glad you enjoyed it as much as i did!! it was so goooood ugh literally the reason i’ve started drafting and planning longer fic concepts. anD YES I JUST READ AUGUST AHHHHH IT WAS AMAZINGGG!! the pacing, dialogue, scene-building, it all felt so vivid and real. i felt like i was in the scene with the characters. miss cat has such a way of describing friends to lovers (or in this case not lovers) romances. tbh the only reason i wasn’t too emotionally scarred was because yn ended up with yukhei in the end and i’m whipped for him hdsahags but it was really good uuughghgh and hasdggshghaghags thank you?? so much??? about the ten piece?? i really enjoyed writing it!! i’m finding that i really enjoy just scenic scene crafting with like super unnecessary prose and romantic self-thought?? probably because i read d-nghy-ck ‘s work and i’ve been obsessed?? she’s a stellar writer too so you should def check her out if you need any hyuck content!! bUT GSAH i can’t get over the fact that you liked my ten piece?? and to hear it’s your fav?? that’s so nice bcs i liked it so much too !! ooh also, i have a fic rec account that i’m constructing rn which is @yakultyukhei which i can’t tag because i haven’t used it yet lmao but i’m planning on just gushing about august on there too if you’re interested in reading my rambling lol or maybe if you’re interested in more recs too, give it a follow!! honestly i made it to encourage myself to read more fics because i haven’t read them in a while hhsj

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bwicblog · 7 years

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MN: oh .MY. god thE mEmE magic is too strong MN: no .I.m out .I. haVE to kick somEonEs ass byE

AH: ⋛⋋ ???? ⋌⋚

TC: OOOOOOHHHH

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AH: ⋛⋋ ive known her for sweeps n shes kinda cuddly to me too nerd lol ⋌⋚

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TC: The gree~ o~e has a po!~t, they're adorable

AA: !!

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AH: ⋛⋋ (~vo) ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ... ok first of im not a kid just bc im short!! im almost 8 ⋌⋚

TC: A small l!ttle w!ggler

AH: ⋛⋋ second of all idk??? who r u??? ⋌⋚

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AH: ⋛⋋ ???? ⋌⋚

AA: ~// HELLO CITICINS!!! \~ AA: ~// THE SPARK IN THE NIGHT HAS RETURNED AGAIN!!! \~

AA: ~// (Hi! Who are all of you? :D) \~

TC: Who the fuck

AH: ⋛⋋ i still win taskur get lost bye ⋌⋚

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AH: ⋛⋋ and uhhh??? i mean i meet a lot of ppl in the alley- ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ OH ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ITS U ⋌⋚

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AA:~//Cool I'm Tallow :D \~

AA:~//Does anyone here like Supertroll\~

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ID: let's pay even less attention to tt and pay attention to me.

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MD: Dude no that's still pupa age. AA: ~//Who asked you!!! >:C \ ~

AH: ⋛⋋ brb i gotta check on the food ⋌⋚

TT: ki(\/)ks dirT everywhere

TC: Gasps

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TT: (\/)hill

AA: arne we all rnoleplaying now?? AA: bc i'm outies, holy shit.

ID: as a guy wearing fairy wings right now.

TC: I roleplay that ! have a soda

ID: i can say you're all losers.

AA: ~//What \~ MD: What

TC: !s th!s how you do !t

AA: ... did you make a hat forn yrn lusus??

ID: no, asshole is getting enough love. people keep fucking feeding him.

AA: and n, n, you gotta say I DUMP THE CAN ON TC'S HEAD AA: duh.

ID: instead of me. it's a fucking travesty.

AA: they'rne feeding him and yrn not stealing the food??

AA: ~// Why are you a fairy? \ MD: Why are you wearing the wings in PUBLIC???

AA: wtf, it's like yrn not hungrny at all. f a K e.

ID: i don't eat hay sip.

ID: i'm fae as fuck right now.

ID: peeps keep asking me to make them wings though lol.

MD: Tallow I think we should lea:ve AA: ~// Why??? >:C \ MD: Because you're too little to hear about this AA: ~//AM NOT!!! \

TC: ! stop AA from dump!~g the ca~ o~ my head a~d the~ dump !t o~ the!r head

TC: Yay, we're roleplay!~g!

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AA: fucking success. see, we'rne prnos now. AA: beeteedubs, I totes meant TT. wtf all you peeps got TS for??

MD: Was any of that actual words.

TC: Do~'t make fu~ of S!para

MD: I'm not. MD: I'm asking what language Sipara is speaking.

ID: sip get to the faire already. =>:I

AD: oO hiiiii~ Oo

AD: oO it's looking very red in here today~ Oo

AA: I'm like an hourn out, fuck offffffff.

ID: red is best so.

AD: oO well red is very pretty so! Oo

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ID: tell them the fucking fairy prince will have their heads. =:P

AD: oO pfffft what Oo

AD: oO are you a fairy princess now Oo

ID: prince.

AA: n idk, ad, but you can lrnn2rnead orn stfungtfo, ikwim.

AA: >:P

AD: oO well i'd love to learn to read Oo AD: oO but i don't think you sound like a very good teacher! Oo

AD: oO but my sincere apologies for dishonoring the fairy prince Oo

AA: girnl, i am the best schoolfeed evern, soz. >:} AA: and yyy, good, will shout out abt the fairny prnince next time someone rnefuses to pass.

AA: strnike F E A RN in theirn H E A RN T S.

ID: on it.

AD: oO yes of course Oo AD: oO you cannot pass through this Oo AD: oO the court of the fairy prince Oo AD: oO who is really very scary! Oo

AD: oO may his sparkly powder sprinkles spell your demise Oo

ID: i feel like i'm being mocked. =:P

AD: oO of course not sir fae Oo

ID: good. because like. having fins is just as weird as having wings.

AD: oO hehe Oo AD: oO if you say so~ Oo

ID: totes did. is anyone here actually at the fair yet.

AA: phern is at the fairn alrneady, he got therne, like. yesternday?? AA: bc he does not believe in nornmal shit like S L E E P I N G.

AD: oO i just got here! Oo

ID: i'm having a hard time finding him. but then i haven't looked at a map. because stalls are distracting.

AA: his boytoy might be therne too, idefk. >:} uhh. prnobs the mossball.

AA: .. idk anyone else.

AA: call him!! AA: orn go chill with bubbles. strnangern dangern, whassat.

ID: i am having my stranger danger meter filled already, no bubbles needed.

SS: (I want it on record that texting and driving is, like, extra terrifying when its on a vehicle that definitely requires both hands to steer.) SS: (And on a totes unrelated note, I think Sipa might be anglin to kill us both! (\quq/) )

ID: what a way to go tho sip. i guesss i should call pheres. see what my getup is going to be.

AD: oO did you at least remember to wear your helmet Oo

TC: Psst Hadea~, what w!ll you be wear!~g there? ! wa~t to f!~d you so ! ca~ stuff po!so~ !vy dow~ your sh!rt

ID: that's implying i'll be wearing a shirt!

TC: Oh that makes th!~gs so much eas!er!

ID: =:P just enjoy the fucking faire and try to have fun for once.

ID: without hurting someone.

ID: you fucking weirdo.

TC: God ~o

AA: W E H A V E A R R I V E D.

ID: finally.

AA: don't sass me, brnah. therne was trnaffic. AA: and lal squalling in my flaps, A N D on my phone. AA: did you know he texted me to say, i was going2fast??

AA: like, stfu, stop starning at the speedometern and look at yrn damn phone. >:P

ID: i am all sass. i am the s a s s i e s t.

AA: n, soz, p surne that goes to prnisma.

ID: prisma isn't here to defend the crown so i rule. =>:P

AA: wherne you at, anyway?? AA: turns out i totes lied, btw, phern was off doing goth shit and not at his booth at A L L.

ID: no fucking wonder i couldn't find him. i'm at the shopping area.

SA: someone said my name.

SA: I woke up from my nap specifically becauseof this.

SA: I'm joking, my clairvoaynce is not that strong.

ID: are you at the fair yet?

AA: but is yrn clairavoyance??

AA: >:P

ID: i hope you didn't nap through your stop.

AA: .. how the fuck did you nap aftern drninking coffee??

AA: cappachino. w/e.

ID: maybe caffeine doesn't afect prisma too.

AA: i think he fell asleep again. so, like, obvs it doesn't. >:}

AA: orn else he needs to pourn morne down his chute.

SA: Sorry, I was unpacking. I am at my hotel now, actually.

SA: The caffiene only worked for so long.

SA: I will... change soon, and then I will go to the fair.

SA: Yes?

AA: yyyyyyyy.

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