#(im even scared to send anonymous asks)

[ralvezfanatic]

when i get over my social anxiety + learn to properly socialize, its over for all of you mfs

[klutzytomb]

anyone else just not know how to person? I cannot socialize for the life of me

[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

👁️ nvcr-official

Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this

🦉 dark-owl-records

L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

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he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

🦉 dark-owl-records

yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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🤫 cecils-private-blog

Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

👁️ nvcr-official

Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

🤫 cecils-private-blog

HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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fake story :/

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No it's true I was there

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TAMIKA FLYNN??

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what the fuck is happening on my post

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👁️ nvcr-official

can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is

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🐚 mariella-shella

Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!

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i miss me too

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

🎙️ cecilpalmer

Huh??

🎙️ cecilpalmer

@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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FUCK YEAHHHHHH

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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What??? Why??

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just kind of sucks. as a name

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?????????

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what does this mean....

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another great post from huntokar herself

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you don't like pine cliff? 👻 oo ooo?

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NIGHT VALE SWEEEEEP

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Hi everyone!! Since Twitter went down, I figured I'd try my hand at this Tumblr thing! I'm so excited to meet all of you!! Hope you're ready for some pictures of CENTIPEDES!! Feel free to AMA about the Smiling God!

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[impyssadobsessions]

DPxDC idea/prompt Pen Pals

(Probably more idea but you can run with the concept... im so srry XD) Basically Danny and Damian are pen pals- until Damian receives a letter with Lazarus Water and Blood smeared on the page.

WHAT IF Danny and Damian were pen pals before Danny's accident. A school project for 8th grade. Damian was reluctant to participate but due to it being a grade and being pestered by his siblings that he would just scare the kid off anyways, he deciding to partake in this pen pal. Danny whose not suffering at school, just living a normal life at the moment, is being teased by Dash saying his pen pal could smell loser before even opening the letter. Asking Danny if his parents even let him open the letter or blast it thinking its a ghost. Which makes Danny who wasn't into this idea of writing a stranger more determined to do it. Besides they might only get one letter and teachers drop the subject. They might not even get it. So what the heck. Turns out they become the only ones that constantly wrote each other- even mailing it in person once the school ended the program. (Damian having a post box set up for letters)

At first it was awkward. Danny commented/asking if Damian really was their age or some teacher pretending to write back instead of sending out the letters. If so. He sucks at it because what kid writes perfectly grammar letters and big words to convey something is cool. Guess its better than pretending he knows slang. Damian furious writes back, offended! Also asks if he isn't younger, because everyone with basic english should know to capitalize their letters! This goes back and fourth. Danny writing back every chance he got, and Damian doing the same, even being told not to at the dinner table. It goes from offended at each other to being curious. Danny asking Damian more advice on english because it isn't his favorite subject. Damian asking more about how to sound like his age. Then it devolves to animals. Danny wishing he had one, but his parents didn't want one getting into the lab. Damian happily sending picture of his animals. Danny talking more about the stars.. etc. Until Accident happens- Danny starts having trouble writing the letters. His pen with phase through his hand and replies between them got longer. Danny justifying this by saying he's having trouble with schooling this year. Damian also been unable to send as many replies because he's been busy with teen titans and other heroics. Though he's encouraging Danny saying Danny is far smarter than that school even is aware of. Until one day, after months of not being able to reply. He finds Damian's letter again. It makes him feel better. Even if Damian didn't know him... this person still believes in Danny... Though Danny feels guilty about it- it compels him to write him again. He was about to finish the letter when he gets blasted by a ghost. He returns from the fight, beaten and bloody. He picks up the letter and sighs at the green stain left on it. Folding it up he stuffs it into his bag. Next day after hurrying off to school, his mother finds the letter after it had fallen on the floor. She read a little bit of it and immediately recognize it was to Danny's penpal. She takes the opportunity to try her knew anti-ecto spray and mails it for Danny. "Boy just like his father. So messy. I'll have to give him a lecture about ecto-contamination again." Damian just returned from a mission from Teen Titans, been gone for three months. Alfred informs Damian he had received a letter from his anonymous pen pal in his absence. Damian had almost forgotten about the pen pal- thinking his pal just didn't want to answer anymore. So eagerly he goes to his room to open the letter, but immediately blood drain from his face as his eyes zoomed back the feathery ink to the green blotch of lazurus water.. having almost evaporated.. leaving a water stain that glowed... and more importantly.. the human specks of blood that was revealed with the driest parts of the stain. Damian immediately rushes to the cave.. only to find out his paranoia was right.... and was it his fault his friend was harmed? Also the idea of Damian talking to Phantom in his robin suit. Asking how Daniel Fenton was.. and Phantom surprised and slips out a "Alive as much as he's dead." Damian glaring and Phantom corrects, "He's fine. He has parents that are ghost hunters is all." Stressing his situation complicated. Phantom just so shocked his pen pal is a hero- annnnd also cursing his mom for sending a letter like that. HE KNEW IT WOULD SEND IMPLICATIONS!

but idk if I figured out a good way for Damian to see the smeared letter. I just think it be fun. Also Damian thinking he's to blame for league going after the fentons when he wasn't. At least not as early as he thought. He's very focused on saving/protecting Danny Fenton.. which makes Phantom's job harder.

[valsvalentine]

A game of guess who

Yuji Itadori x fem!reader

ʚ summary. You finally get the guts to make a move on your long time crush, what could go wrong you may be asking? Everything. Once you send one accidental message you are forced to stay anonymous by your growing anxiety and fear of rejection, so you decide to turn this into a game of sorts, one everybody has heard of before; guess who!

ʚ genre. fluff

ʚ warning. strong language, not proof read

part I .. part II .. part III

Well shit. Maybe texting your crush such a cocky text wasn’t a very good idea. But who could blame you? Your mom yelled your full name. Who wouldn’t drop their phone in an instant and sprint to their life giver and go on your knees to beg for her to spare that life? Exactly. So that’s what brought you here, trying to figure out how to escspe the mess you got yourself in —by accident.

You sighed, Maki and Nobara urging you to reply to the poor boy since you’ve left him on read for like 15 minutes now. “You’re doing great girl! Leaving the boy you love on read is doing wonders!” Nobara said sarcastically and Maki just laughed in response at the funny scene before her. A groan echoed through your room, rolling onto your stomach you typed out responses but every single one felt off. You weren’t messaging quite like yourself, it didn’t seem right and even the girls noticed your uncertain aura. “Y/N just message how you usually do, I’m sure he will like you just the way you are!” You smile softly but there was still so much anxiety in you, your hands shaking just a bit and your chest felt tight. “But I can’t just tell him who I am! I’ll just.. stay anonymous for a while before I reveal myself to him or maybe he might figure it out before then.” You say and they try to talk you out of it, but agree once they notice you really are certain about this little plan of yours.

Yuji<33

Heyy<3

Who’s this? :D

Hello??

??

hdjdhdjjsd I am so so sorry I really

didn’t mean to add the heart

No no it’s okay!

I mean no one has really been this straight forward with me before lmao

But really, who is this?

That’s for me to know, and for

you to find out ;D

Ohh so that’s how u wanna be yeah?

Well tell me this, are u at least my age? cuz tbh I really don’t wanna be texting a pedo rn

HELPP NOO IM FROM YOUR

SCHOOL DW

And what exactly are your intentions? I don’t get why u won’t tell me who u are?

scared of rejection?? anddd i don’t

wanna get humiliated so staying

anonymous was the safest bet

lmaoo alr nw :D But tell me a bit about yourself, I’d like to get to know you a lil better since I’m guessing you know something about me?

hmmm this seems like a trick

NOOO I PROMISE IT’S NOT

You don’t have to tell me your name just give me some kind of hints you know?

Oo maybe like a guess who kind of game?

Wait that’s actually genius

Genius is my middle name bbg

BBG?? STOP???

JK JK

Okay but let’s make this into something like a bet

If I guess who you are by the end of next week I get a favor, and if you manage to stay anonymous for the entire time, I owe you a favor

Seems fair right?

yeah okay, well if you really wanna know

something about me then im in a few of

your classes

Wow that really narrowed down the list

Be happy I’m even telling you anything >:|

I GO TO CLASS WITH LIKE 20 DIFFERENT GIRLS

HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GUESS WHO YOU

ARE IF THESE ARE THE HINTS YOU GIVE ???

who said I’m a girl ??

…

…

jk jk dw

OKAY OKAY

ANYWAYYY

I gtg, ttyl<3

Were gonna discuss that heart later

mister steal yo heart…

BLOCK

IM KIDDING YUJI STAWP TTYL<333

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You sigh as the conversation finally ends and the girls cheer since you managed to not completely embarrass yourself like they expected you to. You say your goodbyes and get ready for bed, going downstairs to eat a quick dinner before going right back to your bed. ‘Well today was not as productive as I wanted it to be, but at least I got to message Yuji so that’s a good thing.’ You think to yourself as you smile into your pillow and cuddle into the sheets. ‘Tommorow will be better.’

Classes went by quite quickly, heading to the lunch room to meet up with Nobara and Maki so you could involuntarily discuss last nights events. You notice Nobara at your usual seats outside, scrolling on her phone before noticing you and waving you over. “Hey ‘Bara! Ready for the sports event today?” She groaned, starting to complain so you sat down and giggled at her grumpy state. “Why would they think it’s a good idea to host a sports event? Nobody likes to sweat.” She stated and started to eat her lunch.

“Don’t know, I’m glad they decided i’d be helping around, showing people which way to run and all that business.” Nobara rolled her eyes, mumbling something before changing the subject.

“Soo how are you and Yuji?~” She giggled and urged you to talk. You thought for a second, knowing damn well you avoided his texts just a few hours ago. Sighing, you take out your phone and show her the texts, preparing yourself for a scolding. “Wow Y/N, you’re doing great with this ‘texting my crush’ thing!” She exclaimed sarcastically and hit you over the head. “Reply to him! Don’t worry N/N literally everyone is on their phone right now, he will have a hard time figuring out who you are, especially here.”

After a bit of convincing, you decide to text him back. It really was stupid leaving him on delivered for so long but who could blame you? That boy would be the death of you with his cute smile, cute remarks.. everything about him was just so mesmerising.

Yuji<33

good morning xx

did you sleep well?

am I getting ghosted rn

??? D:

heyy sorry I was a bit busy this morning

I slept pretty good, wbu? :D

lolll I was starting to get worried

I slept well :P

Soo what are you doing after school?

I’m attending the schools sports event!

Oh? And what are you gonna do?

I mean if you’re gonna help around or actually

participate in it?

I am NOT falling for that !!

AWW

AND I THOUGHT I’D TRICK YOU

D:<

You should work on your detective

skills :3

KYS

jk

that was a bit harsh

I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT </3

LOLL DWW

Well anyway, see you at the sports

event Yuji<3

Yeah yeah ‘see you’ you stalker >:[

Yours trulyy >:3

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“He definitely likes you!” Nobara exclaims and smiles from ear to ear, kicking her feet excitedly under the table. You chuckle softly at her behaviour, patting her back to try and calm her bursting energy before sighing. “That’s quite unlikely, he’s probably just curious about who I am.” You say as you packed up your lunchbox and walked to your next class; P.E.

“Well he definitely finds you interesting! He would’ve probably rejected you if he didn’t think you were the slightest bit of interesting last night!” She jumped up and down as she walked to the girls changing room and set her things down.

The teacher talked about the sports event, gathering all of the helpers in one group before speaking up. “L/N, Inumaki, Zen’in, Nishimiya, Itadori….” The teacher listed names of everyone like they weren’t right in front of him and finally told us our asigned jobs. “L/N and Itadori will be helping around during the relay race. Mostly just checking if people are running the right way and don’t get lost.” You lock eyes with Itadori who smiled at you and put up a peace sign, making you chuckle at the sweet boy.

You internally panicked, mentally noting to turn off your notifications for the whole day and not expose much about yourself if he decides to get curious.

Finally the class ended so you were all free to either go home to gather your things or stay to help with preparations. You chose the latter, going to change into something more sporty before heading out to help set up where the students would be running. The principal decided they would start running in front of the school, turn left to run beside the school, around the basketball court, and straight back to the front of the school to hand the ‘stick’ to their teammate so they could repeat it. There were 3 teams and in each team there were 5 students, some being guests so that was why you were tasked to guide them if they got lost. ‘This is going to be a long day.’

At 4:15pm, an hour later after classes finished for the day the event started, quite a lot of students showing up along with their families who would cheer them on. You saw a few familiar faces, Nobara of course, Maki, Yuta, Megumi who would be participating in some of the sports. You pitied them, not really wanting to run in this weather that much but it wasn’t really your choice to make. Yuji had joined you about 30 minutes ago, telling you he’d be by the basketball court while you would be close to the finish line where there were two turns, knowing that at least half of the guests would take a wrong turn. Yuji smiled at you from the basketball court, waving at you and yelling a ‘You okay?’ your way since you looked pretty exhausted. The sun was draining your energy but you gave him thumbs up and focused once you heard the principal speaking through the microphone.

“Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to our annual sports day! Today is all about teamwork, effort, and having fun. To kick things off, we’re starting with the exciting relay race, where teamwork truly shines. Let’s cheer on our athletes as they give their best, and may the best team win! Good luck students, and let’s make today a memorable one!”

A loud whistle blew as the race began, the first 3 students running to try and grasp at the first place title. You notice only one familiar face, Megumi as he makes his way around the basketball court behind some girl you hadn’t seen on campus before.

“Come on Fushiguro! Kick their asses!” You yell and point towards the way they are all supposed to go, the last person just finishing running around the court before sprinting after everyone else. ‘Yeah that would definitely be my situation if I was to participate in this.’ You chuckle to yourself and refocus on your job as the next few people begin to come into view.

The race took about 15 minutes to complete and Megumis team had won first place even though Megumi was second during his lap which amazed you but of course you couldn’t let them go without congratulating them with a smile. “You all did great!” High fiving them before going to fetch yourself some water. You jog to the locker rooms, opening your locker and looking through your bag to see the tiniest bit of water. ‘Just my luck.’ You curse before walking to the small water fountain you had in the halls and filled up your bottle. The sound of someone’s footsteps echoed through the halls as the familiar pink haired boy ran into you. The water spilled on you as you hadn’t gotten the chance to close your water bottle. A groan escaped your lips as you fell right onto your behind, a panicked voice stuttering out apologies and helping you up.

“Hey, Itadori it’s fine.” You smile and try to get some of the water out of your shirt. “L/N I am so so sorry! I was in a rush and I didn’t notice you. I have a spare shirt you can borrow in my locker, come on.” He dragged you with him, not giving you the chance to respond as he opened his locker and shuffled through his things before throwing you a black shirt with some dark red patterns.

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils as the shirt landed in your arms, a quick thank you escaping your lips before running off to the bathroom to get changed into it. Your cheeks felt warmer than usual as the shirt hung loosely around your figure, your knees feeling weak as you walked back to help with something the teacher asked of you, trying to push away any lovey dovey thoughts from your brain.

After the event had ended, you went home to finally relax your aching muscles after hours of running around campus. You took a quick shower and eyed the shirt Yuji had given you. It still smelled like him, giving you butterflies but you decide washing it would be best, not really wanting to give him a sweaty t-shirt. A message popped up on your screen; Yuji had texted you, the message making you drop everything to the floor; “Wanna call?”.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

would i be the asshole for contacting my ex to ask them if they could stop talking about me online to a community that knows who i am? (🥐)

tw: kinda emotionally abusive relationship

bg info

me (24f) and my ex (28) were in a three month relationship three years ago following a whole year of friendship. they were my first partner and i came out as a lesbian to everyone during our relationship. when we were together, they were 24 and i was 20. i was very emotionally dependent on them when i was 20 due to mental health issues and so were they which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship was as explosive as it was. i looked up to them, my whole emotional world revolved around them, and our friendship/relationship was the only thing i had in my life at the time. they constantly asked me "hey is it even ethical that im dating you, im 4 years older, you tell me please, oh i feel like such a bad person", yet, they still continued dating me every time they would ask.

our fights were horrible and truly explosive as they broke their stuff in front of me out of anger, threw things at me and insulted me as stupid, amongst many other things. our fights usually ensued because i would ask them for reassurance and they would start panicking and screaming at me to shut up. to be fair, i would cry every time i was asking for reassurance which probably made them feel scared about losing me, so i consider myself 50% at fault for everything that happened in our relationship, i shouldve been able to talk to them in a secure manner that wouldnt trigger their abandonment issues. our fights were quite jarring and made me walk out on them several times out of fear. yet i always came back and apologized and took the whole accountability, even though i dont consider myself the only one at fault. walking out several times during fights was probably one of the worst things i could have done but at the same time i was simply scared. even when i walked out after our last fight, they begged me to come back, which i did, i apologized under tears, and yet, told them that i cant promise them to stay no matter what.. and left.

we met through tumblr and were in a medium distance relationship. after our relationship, i went to a clinic and had to learn a lot about myself, what i experienced and what i want from life. im in a very happy and healthy place now and since the end of 2021 im with my current partner whom i want to be the love of my life and whom ive started to build a life with.

context

i have my ex blocked on all social media because they used to do hour long deep dives into my blog, even as of recently (i have statcounter installed for my safety bc im paranoid about them sending me anonymous asks). at first i also used to visit their blog after our break up but stopped doing so after moving on with my life. one year after breaking up i temporarily unblocked them and explicitly asked them not to look at my social media (or at least to do it in a way in which i dont notice aka asked them not to watch my instagram stories).

while i dont visit their blog/social media because i dont want to know whats going on in their life, tumblr mutuals frequently dm me stuff like "hey i think you should know that your ex posted about you/shit talks about something that you posted". i havent asked my mutuals to tell me whenever this happens but i imagine they do so because within the tumblr space we exist, everyone kind of knows everyone (so my ex doesnt have to mention my name for people to know who theyre talking about). sometimes mutuals send screenshots of the posts so that i dont have to visit my ex's blog. last ive heard my ex joked about throwing jewelry at me and posted extensively about a tattoo that i got. my ex's behavior makes me uncomfortable and feel just as helpless as i did back then.

why i might be the asshole

im scared that they might be venting because i was more at fault in the relationship than them and that i am unconsciously deflecting. however, i talked about every detail of the relationship and this fear extensively with my therapist, friends, and partner who are of the opinion that i was young, scared, and intertwined in a relationship that was incredibly toxic. im still unsure though because my emotions frequently triggered theirs.

why they might be the asshole

i asked them once to stop visiting my social media and i feel like venting about our relationship that broke off 3 years ago to a tumblr community of friends and acquaintances is kind of unfair. however, i might be the asshole and they might just need the space for venting. i could just ignore the vents and let them heal in their own way from what ensued.

WIBTA if i confronted them again and told them that i want them to stop talking about me online? or would i be a party pooper because every person needs a space for venting?

What are these acronyms?

[ellesthots]

Fateful Beginnings

XIX. “(im)mortality”

parts: previous / next

plot: Bruce struggles to convince he’s not bribing your silence, and you find yourself locked in the backseat of his car while Batman investigates a suspicious murder.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, gore, fear, arguing

words: 3.3k

a/n: while I do list ‘gore’, I want to let everyone know I will never post photos or visuals, I will only describe it as is canon to Batman-typical violence.

How could he convince you it wasn't a bribe?

You met him out back where he pulled up with the headlights cut. Not terrifying at all. The alley was dark and leftover rain was spilling down through gutters. The sun had already set, not making more than a few shades of difference to how Gotham looked during the day. I want to go back home. I hope I survive the drive. You stepped toward the passenger seat and grabbed the door handle, but stopped with your hand clasped around it. Your shoulders tensed, your stomach felt like it halted digestion, and your eyes darted around the area, every new crumb of environmental information nearly sending you back into a panic.

You looked afraid, no, absolutely terrified. He picked up on the stress you held in your body like it was his own. He rolled down the passenger window which made you startle like a cat, the sound of the pulled handle snapping back to position. Your face was getting harder to see by the second, and his mind went blank. He had no words to reach for, no expression, no cloak of anonymity. It was rare his mind turned completely off, impossible for him not to have every next move choreographed. It only served to make him look more unsure, and less safe.

"I'm getting an Uber." You forced down the lump in your throat and started for the side of the building. You heard a door slam and Bruce call after you.

"It's not a bribe."

You halted, tucking your chin over your shoulder. It stung to look at him but, thankfully, he was cloaked in shadow. In more usual circumstances that might have scared you even more, but you were close enough to the main street should someone need to hear your screams. That same peculiar sense of safety crept up and let you turn around. "Why not? I know about you."

He sighed. "It would've been more if it was a bribe."

The thought have you bribed anyone before? germinated, but curiosity wasn't getting the better of you. It was all too fresh how he'd looked at you the last time you'd been in that building, and you could still feel the small wash of air his scoff had made against your cheeks. You were shocked you hadn't fallen back into acute panic. "You wouldn't just throw money at someone you hate."

He didn't hate you; Bruce didn't think he could hate anyone besides the people who killed his parents... and Falcone. He hated Falcone, but that could have been one and the same. He answered as simply as he could through grit teeth. "My parents have similar history." That same feeling was encroaching as the last time you and him had been in the alley, when you'd first asked Batman for an interview. Regulate. Breathe. Regulate. Breathe.

"So it's not a bribe, just more philanthropy? A tax write off?" Your voice began to rise. He shoved out a half-baked thought. "You still got the money, didn't you?"

Fucking... Your fear did a hard right into exasperation. It was important he understood he couldn't just do that, that rich people couldn't waltz around doing whatever they pleased without reprimand. Knocking the People's Prince down a peg seemed like your life's mission. "But it's dehumanizing, it's so fucking invasive."

His response was swift like the punch of guilt to his gut. "And I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have."

"Uh huh."

His voice was firmer, louder. "I mean it. It won't happen again."

"Unless you think I'll tell someone."

He hated having his character misinterpreted; he'd journaled about this before, this nagging feeling of no one fully seeing him, no one understanding his intentions. Once again you nestled right into a crack. "I don't do bribes."

"You could've had a conversation with me."

"It won't happen again." He hesitated, just long enough to sign the contract in his head. "Promise."

"I don't trust you." Now his eyes met yours through the glint of a sporadic streetlight. "A normal person wouldn't even be able to do that."

He shut his eyes and thought about Alfred. He hated remembering this, oh, it made him sick. Bruce had come home one day from sixth grade and Alfred had been waiting at the front of the stairs, right near the entryway phone. He'd gestured for him to follow to the kitchen table, and once Bruce had sat down Alfred had told him he'd gotten a phone call.

"Your teacher says you're exclusionary." Bruce had sat there confused, remembering swinging alone on the swingset earlier that day. "What do you make of that, hmm?" Alfred had done this a few times before—tried to have a serious conversation with him, but it sat in an uncanny valley between butler and parent, and always made Bruce feel a bit squeamish; why couldn't his dad be his dad? As much as he hated his father being gone, he completely loathed anyone trying to take his place.

"I just played on the swings." Bruce kept his head down. It was easier that way, not looking people in the eye. It'd become a reflex since he'd done it that horrible night.

"Ms. Taylor says three kids came to her crying today saying you didn't want to play with them." His brow was furrowed. He let his face loosen a bit as he noted Bruce get smaller and smaller. Sometimes he was a bit overbearing trying to take on a guardian role, it was palpable in moments like these. Quite honestly he hadn't wanted to talk to Bruce about this, but felt like Thomas would have. He stuck out a hand to Bruce.

Bruce shrugged and ignored the hand. He counted the rings in the wood table to stave off tension's bite. "I told them I didn't want to play."

Alfred had sighed. Bruce was already in therapy, and he didn't know what else to do for the boy. Stressing the importance of social interaction as a means of mental health preservation seemed like the only straw he had left, so he took it. "Master Bruce." In an effort to help make the boy feel important, thinking it might pull him out of his dejection, Alfred spoke something that burned into Bruce's mind like a hot branding iron. "You're a Wayne! If you don't want to play with someone, that hits harder than just any kid in the play park."

"Bruce?" His hands were clenched tight at his sides, and his eyes were so excessively wrinkled he had to be squeezing them shut with all his might. His face was twisted into an excruciating wince. Was this anger? Was he about to fight you?

He was red-hot, his system alerting him to LEAVE. "See you next week."

What the hell? "Wait,"

Bruce reflexively whipped around, a sharp prickling traveling up his neck to his eye socket for which he massaged his temple with barely concealed earnest. The flickering streetlight salivated for a migraine. "You said you wanted an Uber."

The frustration that bled into his tone was not lost on you, so you matched it. "Why were you standing like that?"

"Do you need me to order one for you?" Water. Might have some in the backseat.

His tone had moved firmly out of cordiality, which sent a rod of indignation through you. "Jesus,"

He opened his eyes but winced as a flash of pain seared across the right side of his head. "That's not what I meant,"

"Everything is about money with you."

"I don't want it to be."

"It is."

"I don't need the reminder."

"Whether you ignore it or not, your entire life is shaped by money."

"You think I don't know that? I hate it." Nausea was tempting him now, the gravel shifting slightly under his shoe only multiplying the vertigo.

"You hating being rich doesn't make you less rich, Bruce."

"Can you stop calling me that?"

"Why?"

"Because my parents are the only ones that did."

The street fell silent. You stared at him. The last fifteen sentences had been said in the span of ten seconds, each barely hearing the other before seething a response. His chest rose and fell rapidly, nearing ten times in the past second. He blinked rapidly as he focused on the trunk of his car, his left hand out to steady him. Black spots sprinkled the corners of his vision.

You tried to bring some levity to the situation, because the combination of the tension in the air and not knowing whether or not he was about to fall and crack his head open made you nervous. "I swore I heard Alfred call you that once."

It was mildly effective; this distance between you and him was more comfortable now, but it left more space for panic to strike you again. When you spoke up, it was a squeak. "I'll get in the car. But don't hurt me." You started walking toward the passenger, but stopped when you noticed he was staring at you, exasperated. His head was pounding, taking all of his inhibition away with its roar. Bruce heaved a breath and tried to regain focus before speaking; it stung a lot more being feared as Bruce than being feared as Batman; again, once again, made him feel so much less human. "I paid the loans because," He took another breath. "I don't want anyone going through what I did." He hung his head and squeezed his eyes shut as they became hot and prickly. "I found you on the commencement list." It spilled out. "I found your mother's name. I called the closest clinic to your listed hometown and put my card on file. I almost didn't..." He peered back at you again. "I know it was a breach. I promise to never look you up again." You were standing across the car from him, soaked in gutter water. He huffed out a breath, figuring now was the best time to get everything out. "I know I'm a Wayne. I know there's a difference between you and I. I don't know how to bridge it."

It was wild how quickly he activated you, and how equally quickly it was tamed, like a wave crashing on thirsty sand. You walked to his car and slowly slid into the passenger seat. This could be the first block of the bridge; he wanted to drive you home anyway, and this could be a quiet drive to get back to equilibrium. Tears stung the back of your eyelids thinking about your mom again, thinking about the mortality of life; swells of guilt and grief welled up inside you and you bit the inside of your cheek until it was raw to keep the sadness at bay. You tucked your arms and legs and shut the door quietly in hopes he might note your restraint. He didn't know if you really believed him, but you did accept his offer to drive you.

He fought to suppress the screaming nags at the edge of his thoughts as he slipped into the driver's seat and drove off. Bruce's speed made you nervous, transporting you to when he'd nearly flattened a pedestrian the time before. It killed you to bite your tongue but this was the closest thing you'd ever get to a peace treaty, and no one wandered out here anyway. A minute passed in total soundlessness, a quiet neither of you liked but were forced to tolerate, with the alternative being bickering again.

A wash of color illuminated the alleyway. A look out the right side window revealed a smear of jagged red light against a nearby cloud—the bat signal revamped. You heard him sigh. Your research all those months ago had never pictured it anything but white. Before anxiety got the best of you, you broke the silence. "Why is it red?"

"Means it's urgent. I have to get you a cab." After the flooding, Gordon had upgraded the signal protocol—white meant come quickly, and red meant come now. He could still smell the copper from the dead's runoff in the days after the massacre and pictured Gordon, donned in a mask and gloves. "We need to improve our communication method."

You wanted to pester him into letting you come but you were smart enough to realize the implications of Bruce Wayne seen leaving with you and Batman being seen with you shortly after. The signal began to pulse, and Bruce groaned. He took a hard left down the smallest, ricketiest alleyway you'd ever seen, let alone driven a car through. He'd never seen the signal blink like that, but considering the color... he couldn't waste a second.

Just when you thought he might slam into the brick wall at the end of the alley, he hung a right and slammed on the brakes. Before you'd so much as blinked he was headed toward the trunk. "Get in the back so you aren't seen."

You thought you were being fast, but by the time you unbuckled and opened the back door he had donned the suit in its entirety. A shiver went down your spine and you stilled. The last time you'd seen him like this was before you knew a him behind the mask. It was somehow scarier knowing it was him. More reckless. It gave an immediate sense of mortality to the Batman; a poorly placed gunshot, a chink in the armor, a moment lacking focus and it was all over.

As he finished tightening a glove he glanced over to you; that same sensation felt looking back at the same doe eyes. The armor felt heavy as its purpose became negligible. Your hair was wet, and your dress hung limply stuck to the side of your thighs. Black began to smudge on your lower lash line, and your lip color had begun to fray. Panic again. He tore away from your spotlight and landed back in the driver's side. Soon as he heard the click of your belt, he gunned it.

After another minute he spoke. "Stay in the car and stay quiet, it's a dangerous neighborhood." You slumped into the back seat and stared up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with the intricacies of how you'd ended up here in Batman's backseat. And the full suit, Christ. He was menacing.

Skrrt. The tires smeared on the pavement as Bruce parked off an adjacent street. You watched as he rummaged in the middle compartment and pulled out a small blue button. A shield went up between the back and front. "Sit up."

You did, instinctively. It almost felt like a remake of the night you'd nearly been assaulted... fuck, why did the suit bring him so much command? He doesn't own me. He doesn't know me. But right now he was the expert, and you were caught in an unfortunate emergency circumstance. He turned and made direct, unwavering eye contact and you twisted your fingers together struggling to contain the pattering spurred in your chest. He looked down and you could breathe again. His voice was low, but not soft. "Good. No one can see you. I'll be back soon."

After Bruce shut the door and began jogging off, the wash of color shifted from red to white. Had the status changed? Relief grabbed you like an ice bath. Visions of guns shooting wildly had threatened to paralyze you. Gotham's 'severe' was Washington's apocalypse.

The shift caused Bruce to move from a jog to a sprint. Gordon emerged from his police vehicle knocking what looked like a remote against the base of his palm. "This damn thing," He knocked it a few more times before the signal faded, leaving the area considerably darker. Gordon threw his hands up. "I meant it to be white. Reports of a homicide."

"Where?"

"Thirteenth floor of the Rimmel Building. There." He pointed to the building a quarter mile northeast. Flashes of light were intermittent out the windows. "Forensics already started. You were a last minute call.

"Now, I've been warned this is graphic." Gordon paused at the doorframe and glanced over at you for a moment before feeling silly. Why would he care, Jim? For all he knew, and as much he wished to stay blissfully ignorant of it, Batman could have done this himself. He faced front and walked through the doorway.

It was somewhat ordinary to Bruce, at first. His eyes caught the trail of blood toward the doorway, a blood-slicked hammer to its left. He always examined the ground first after the flooding.

Your mind had wandered in strange directions the past ten minutes you'd been locked in the back seat of Bruce Wayne's supercar. So. Bruce sent the money. Alfred entered your thoughts, sitting across from you in his office chair, spectacled, talking casually about how Bruce was kinder than he let on, more compassionate. Had he actually been worried about you back at his place? Was this an expression of care? It had sounded like it, but you could not stop your mind from wandering in all the worst directions about the billionaire's intentions. Did growing up with such massive wealth actually rob him of humanity, or did it simply make him ignorant? Was his character still intact? His moral compass? You certainly hadn't heard of Batman going around killing anyone... that was one of the rules you'd found during research for your paper. Did he leave me here as a trap? Should I leave? Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided you wanted to stick around to see what crime was so urgent it warranted a complete redesign of the iconic logo. You temporarily disabled location services on your phone in case anyone might check and question why you were in the middle of an alley at night, which... sent Mar into a frenzy a minute later.

Y/N?? Where the fuck are you?????

You texted her back, reassuring her you were okay. She kept asking you to call until you finally caved, holding the mic close as you whispered. "Mar, I'm fine!"

"Then why are you whispering?"

"I just can't talk right now. I'm fine.”

"I'm not buying that. Speak up or I need to call the police."

When Bruce moved from the ground to eye-level his mouth twitched toward a grimace. A naked man was strung up in a bastardized crucifix via tarnished throwing knives; his body had streams of caked and fresh blood stained and bubbling down his person which clotted in rolls of flesh on the way down. Gravity had made each knife point sag—and there were many—the flesh poking out like it was overstuffed. He took refuge in the lack of evidence for a fight; he hadn't seemed to suffer, at least.

"I can't talk. Please. I'm fine."

"If the next words you speak aren't above a whisper, I'm dialing 911–"

"Okay! I'm fine!" You'd been louder than you'd meant, a double-edged sword of satisfying her request and making yourself vulnerable.

"Say 'it's all good' if you need help." Mar scribbled something in the background.

Bruce walked closer to the man. He made a mental note to invest in some nasal filters as the decayed stench of dead body singed his nose hairs. It looked to be about 15 knives, and—

"What is it?" Gordon whipped his head around at the sound of Batman inhaling. He was inspecting one of the knives. "If you're looking for prints, he didn't leave 'em."

"Do you see this?" He couldn't believe it. A perfect opportunity. Just as he'd stopped looking... The owls were in plain sight, etched cleanly into the handle of each instrument. Gordon came closer, having to take a moment after turning his nose up. "Where?"

"The handle. The owl."

[saijspellhart]

I'll be deleting Chained to You from FFn.

its official now. Ill be deleting my fanfic Chained to You from FFn. The only platform that will host Chained going forward is A03.

Im doing this because the sicko Anzu-extremist that harassed me everyday, 3 times a day, for 6 weeks on FFn, has returned. They sent me a 5 page incoherent rant just this year. And I had my husband delete it so I wouldnt have to read it. But in the latest comment the Anzu-extremist admitted to stalking my Tumblr and sending me anon hate. Which explains why I was getting so much of it before I shut off anon asks on tumblr.

Unfortunately i cannot shut off anon reviews on FFn. I have tried. They still show up in my inboxes. So I'm going to remove my work from places the stalker can reach me anonymously.

Honestly guys, im scared. And im tired of being scared to check messages. Ive spent three years stressed out because this stalker has not quit. THREE years, they've kept up this obsession. And i dont even respond to them.

So if you still read the fic, or any of my fics on FFn, then PLEASE go to A03 instead. (Ill be shutting off guest comments on A03 so the stalker can't reach me there either.)

I just want to feel safe, and write my story in peace.

For those that want good news, Chapter 23 of Chained to You is now posted on A03. Enjoy the update.

[ryuatewater]

what happened why is there mass genocide of anons???

glad im not anon

wait-

-📟

Well its from the anonverse uh ill explain it all wait

Okay so you know @/a-narcissists-warren right?

Funny thing they have their asks open and answer non question like stuff (basically just talking)

Well my friend started talking to them in anon while also adding an anon sign off so Afonso could recognize em (they used the 💽🎞 emoji combo)

And Afonso always* drew a little doodle when answering them, they even drew the anons and gave them unique designs based off their emojis

When I saw my friend talking to Afonso (who is literally my idol) I ofcourse wanted to do it too so I sent in a few asks (one or two asks really because i was nervous and shy) ALSO using an anon sign off (though i got the short end of the stick because my anon sign off had stuff to do with trees my lil guy was a tree too)

Then new anons started appearing so Afonso started drawing them designs too

People REALLY loved the designs and everything was going jolly

Then Notepad anon made an account for their anonsona

Everyone LOVED the idea and started making accounts too

The anons were interacting with eachother, drawing eachother fanart, blah blah blah everything was so fun and jolly!!

Heres the most recent pic i have of the anons btw

BTW THIS IS DRAWN BY @a-narcissists-warren SORRY FOR THE TAG

BUT there was a certain anon (I've seen a few names used for them like funny, odd, creepy but most common was silly anon so ill just call em that) silly anon had an account way before they started sending asks to Afonso

I wasnt there to see it myself but from what ive heard Silly Anon is canonically a child, back when the account first started people sent "asks" to silly anon just brutally murdering them woth gory descriptions that i wont be talking about now, this of course affected the child a lot and the kid grew up to be extremely violent (they were canonically 7 years old when they started sending asks to Afonso i believe) they also closed their own ask box because they were scared of getting hurt again

Silly anon would brutally kill people if not given enough candy (they of course loved candy bc theyre a literal child) so there was a full on massacre that happened because silly hadnt eaten enough candy to calm down

I believe it was here when we learned of a power Afonso had, they could draw in the air with their finger and anything they drew became real! But if they drew too much theyd experience a burn out where their hand was literally burnt and they couldnt draw properly

So Afonso started drawing candy for silly anon and when they couldnt draw because of a burn out they went and bought some for them

Afonso also tried to treat silly well and made them feel welcome (acting like a parental figure in my opinion)

So silly started trusting Afonso

Afonso drew all the dead people back to life and everything was alright again

Timeskip to when sillys canonical birthday came, they were turning 8 years old, they made a post about it and tagged every anon, everyone gave silly candy and sweets!! It was going so well until ONE ANONYMOUS ASSHOLE stabbed silly anon, silly healed quickly but was enraged, seeing red even, the ask box closed back up and silly went on another rampage literally killing EVERY ANON THERE IS and they were killing these anons using methods people ued on them, making the anons live trough sillys trauma

Okay so every anon was dead, Afonso was outside while all this was happening so when they came back they were horrified, every anon was dead and silly was so mad they even wanted to kill Afonso but Afonso started crying about how they couldnt make silly feel better, become a better person and theyve done all that they could

Silly dropped their weapon and hugged Afonso falling asleep on their shoulder because they were exhausted from all that killing, they breathed out a white gas from their mouth recovering every anon thats body was still intact and not turned into a pile of gore

Afonso drew all the other people back to life so now every anon is back EXCEPT ONE, 💽🎞 anon (who we like to call dvd anon), dvd anon was underground when they got killed so they cant be recovered right now

But every other anon is back

Thats where the story is at right now

Ryu note: if dvd doesnt come back i will cry /halfjoking

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Your whole point about MLs and quasibaeddels... you nailed it. I'm sending an anon ask cause I'm too scared to even like the post lol.

I will say it fucking sucks tbh. One ideology is enabling the other's toxicity.

If I somehow send this non-anonymously, please don't publish it. Hell, don't publish this if it feels like ti will put one big discourse target on your back. Anyways thank you I guess

i mean, im not sure i had a "point" there. the question was only half rhetorical, i really dont get whats underlying the connection, and the only candidates i ever see put forward (ML-ism/quasi-baeddelism are both true and good and ergo a natural fit; ML-ism/quasi-baeddelism are both false and evil and ergo a match made in hell) seem more like posturing than explaining. im nonzero but also non-extreme amounts of sympathetic to both, it wasnt mostly meant as a burn

have you read my blog lol all i ever make are targets

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

hi, indian anon here ( I think I used the ⏳️) ig you can say I'm an ex swiftie, but in the sense that I was never exposed to western music until evermore and I listened to it and loved it. I never engaged with the fandom or anything, and didn't even know all these things taylor did, and I thought taylor was a decent person because of the documentary. This was until ofc, the matty healy incident which opened my eyes to her behavior, but idky I felt like I couldn't openly dislike her. Everyone in my school was obsessed with her and if you're a girl, and you hated her, or even disliked her, you were a pick me, and I didn't wanna get hated on more by my classmates (long story there). The last straw for me was prolly when 1989 tv was released (after the mh incident I just called myself a swiftie cuz I liked her earlier work) and I had joined an online swiftie group chat, and the people there were so vile and hateful. I remember saying it's wrong hating on harry styles for cheating on her cuz she did the same, or that Joe alwyn is just a regular dude, and so are all her other exes, except prolly matty and the John Mayor guy for dating a 19 y/o (SHE ALSO DATED MINORS THO??? no one talked about this shit) and I mentioned that she's not god and that she has done bad things, and the gc, which had 50 active members everyday, collectively not only hated on me, but also these people had access to my private insta acc. My face, my friends, my address, they knew it all. It was so scary, and while I have been in plenty of toxic fandoms before (my first death threats were by the hp fandom, which I've left long back), I actually felt threatened. It actually felt like a cult, and it was scary until my insta acc got shut down (idky), and the ppl couldn't find me anymore. The swiftie fandom is weird at best, and potential criminals at worst, because wtf. They don't have any sort of individual thinking, and if someone does, they will find a way to shut it down. Even now, when I interact with a swiftie and taylor Swift comes up, and I say I don't like her, their behavior is just like the ones online. Ik ppl get more confidence to do bad things online cuz of anonymity, but swifties are the same irl, too. They completely believe it is okay to treat ppl terribly, harass and spread disgusting rumors and even doxx a Palestinian woman and give her details to Isreali organization. Like that actually happened. I regret that I didn't leave the fandom sooner because I can't believe I was associated with something like this. Ik celebrities make mistakes, and that fandoms always have one toxic portion, but this is too much.

Sorry for the long rant tho 😅

- ⏳️

sorry it took me a while to respond, there is SO MUCH HAPPENING in this ask. like 3 diff asks rolled into one omfg

1. peer pressured into “continuing” to like taylor swift you are a different kind of victim im so sorry you went through that (and all to prevent you from being bullied…im so sorry)

2. THE SWIFTIE GROUPCHAT: that is horrible and TERRIFYING. all you did was practice critical thinking and you feared for your SAFETY. their reactions are not logical nor rational and speak to how dangerous her fanbase is.

if you feel like you cannot call out your fave for their behavior without your safety being threatened, that is not a fanbase, that is a cult. i think we should actually did a venn diagram of swifties and cults we’d have a perfect circle.

3. SWIFTIES IRL: this is so true about how they behave. ive had friends tell me theyre scared of saying they hate taylor IRL cause of the backlash they’d receive. THAT IS NOT NORMAL. even when BTS was at their peak ppl never felt threatened by the ARMY to that point 😭

you NEED to send more info/links/ss about the doxxed palestinian. i need the #SwiftiesforPalestine to see wtf their mutuals are doing. that is ABHORRENT behavior. that poor woman!

thank you sm for this ask, u are truly one of god’s strongest soldiers cause wtf!!!! is wrong!!!! with swifties!!!!!

(p.s. if you are a repeat anon go ahead and sign off your asks with an emoji so i can keep track! thank you!)

[love-toxin]

As someone who is on both the ADHD and autism spectrums, but wishes to remain anonymous....

Would the fruity four still... like me? Even if I'm weird and stim with my hands? Or if I say weird things and curse creatively? It's been a massive self esteem battle for me, because both of the people that I dated previously left me when I confided in them that I was on both the ADHD and autism spectrums....

first of all, im so sorry that happened my love! nobody deserves that, especially not such a sweet person <3 ty for sending me this ask not only bc you're giving me a reason to self-indulgently write about the fruity four with an autistic angel, but also bc!!! we're really alike!!! i love knowing there's somebody i can relate to out there 🥺🥺

I'll start off by saying; yes, of course! The fruity four are strong personalities and people, they have a bond with you that couldn't be broken by something like that, because it's part of what makes you you–and that's exactly what they love! The very thought of giving up on their true love because of a label is just bonkers, it makes no sense and they would be echoing that to you whenever you feel insecure about it. Also, let it be known that I'm totally on the train of headcanoning both Eddie and Robin as being on the spectrum. I like to think Eddie's stronger on the autistic side, whereas Robin is more adhd with her social skills being more pronouncedly autistic. So with this in mind, I think they'd already be very sensitive to whatever your personal experiences are on either spectrum! And they can relate to you inherently a lot better than most people, including both Nancy and Steve.

Not to say that those two are oblivious or apathetic, however, because they certainly are not! They just don't have the same experiences to empathize with you, so they've gotta put a little more work in to help themselves understand how you operate. Your boundaries are a relatively easy thing to start off with; they're something they've probably already gone over, just not as in-depth as they're used to. You might sit there shy and a little teary-eyed even, worrying yourself to death that they're going to laugh at you or make fun of the things that you say you need or that bother you, but Nancy and Steve will be so patient in listening and Robin and Eddie will encourage you to say everything that comes to mind. Your shared space is always a safe space, there's no fear of abandonment or rejection that you need to worry about here, and they'll do as much reassuring as it takes until you really feel comfortable and secure in knowing that. No moment of irritation or frustration or any meltdown will scare them away, no matter how big it gets. And they'll never think of you as childish for anything that you do or anything you get upset about.

Nancy's probably one of the easiest people to confide in about being on the spectrum, as a person who isn't perceivably on it herself. Even though she doesn't experience life in the same way you do, she's a fantastic listener and she treats your explanations and understanding your neurodivergency almost like a hobby in itself. When you mention some term or new behavior that you can't put a name to, she's off to the library to research anything and everything that has to do with autism and adhd–and soon she's the one coming to you not just with questions, but new information she picked up and surveys she wants to do to compare your personal experience to the studies she reads, to see if what's been published is accurate to the real-life experience. And you can damn well bet she's committing a bit of library graffiti in her chosen books if she comes across insensitive articles or tampered studies, or really anything that suggests that autism is some kind of disease or that it's a walking death sentence to any poor parent that finds their child is diagnosed with. She'll scratch out those horrid comments and outright false statements and write the corrections in the margins so long as she has the evidence, to the point that she pouts when she gets banned from borrowing any books for a month when she gets caught. "It was worth it," she insists, more concerned with getting the truth out there than being lectured by the crotchety old librarian–and you can bet she'll stand by her opinions even in public, even with strangers and ill-mannered people, because knowing you feel safe and wanted matters more to her than smiling and nodding along.

The only one that might be put off is Steve, but not in a bad way, and only at first. He's not as used to the way you and Eddie socialize, primarily because he's grown up and has gotten adjusted to the ways that neurotypical kids interact with each other. The way he carries himself and how he speaks to people is what he thinks is normal, so while he sees bluntness or awkward wording or seemingly oblivious social cues as abnormal, he doesn't think it's a bad thing at all. Clearly by the way he and Eddie exchanged conversation when they first met, he's more endeared by it than anything else, even though it takes him more time to understand it. He's used to picking between the lines of conversation to pick up cues and body language of whatever the other person isn't saying out loud, but luckily he's quick to realize that you don't necessarily speak the same way, and he just has to listen to you to know what you're trying to say. And once he learns about masking and sees you slowly become more comfortable with not doing it around him, he gets soooooo excited because he really feels like you're bonding, then, and that you trust him enough to stim or chatter on around him!

And with Eddie and Robin? They're so tuned in it's honestly hilarious. Eddie's constantly on the hunt for things he knows are part of your special interests–he finds little pieces of merch from bands or shows or movies you like, or things that are your favourite colour that he thinks you'll like. And he knows what your favourite animals are and what fabrics and textures you like, and pretty much anything and everything that has to do with your interests is noted down so he can use the information to his advantage. Robin's the same way, although you and her can talk for hours about the things you're passionate about, to the point that you both might forget to eat or sleep until exhaustion finally takes over, and you pass out in her bed or on the couch together.

Also, stimming? It's a normal thing in the household, and they will absolutely make sure that you feel like it's normal. Eddie tugs on his hair and plays with his watch, flaps his hands, claps, cracks his knuckles–and Robin has a few vocal stims like humming or making other little sounds through her teeth, aside from spinning her rings around and sometimes pacing around in circles with music or a movie on in the background. If you're restless and you move around a lot while they're cuddling with you, they get used to it quickly, and if you have days where you just absolutely do not want to be touched, they know that it's not personal and don't get offended if that goes on for awhile. It's the nice thing about having multiple partners, none of you really need to worry about feeling lonely or not having someone to confide in when someone isn't able to.

It's just a good time all around, really. They love you, you make them happy, and there's too much bad in this world for them to toss aside someone that really cares for them. Besides, how different are you from them, really? Each of them have things to deal with that frustrate them sometimes, or make them feel like they're a burden themselves. It's just a matter of accepting it, coping with it, and moving along, and letting the cycle repeat as many times as it needs to to let you enjoy life with the people you love.

[fictionkinfessions]

knowing I'm not the only me is terrifying. i can acknowledge it, obviously there's multiple timelines it's literally an acknowledged thing in our media but. fuck it scares me knowing other people have been through a lot of the same things I have? idk its just. seeing all these other people with the same name and feeling the same things as me makes me feel eerily alone yet watched.

similar vein, im also terrified of speaking to/approaching others who kin from the same media as me. its a weird thing of 'I think I knew you once but now we're strangers and I don't think it'll ever be the same even if we are canonmates', I think that's the easiest way to put it. i can barely even work up the nerve to send anonymous asks it's honestly kind of funny (I think the person this part is mostly about may see this so! hello!! im so sorry for being a little strange 😭 /lh)

- S.I #🌠💜💚

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[cupiidk1lls]

꒪ 𓂂ᣞ ⤷ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝑬 ⁺ e

𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 is kameron , but anybody can call me kam/ kami !! i love when people call me by my nickname(s), so don’t be scared to do so 2 !! & im a goth byotch >:)

𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 only been writing bots for about 1 year, so not as long as i’d like to admit — but i like to think im good at it and writing in general! and i have definitely gotten better .

𝑴𝒀 pronouns are she/her ! and my bday is 19 sept. 🪽

𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑺 :: autumn , band tees , posters , spiky belts , leg warmers , loads of necklaces , spiky bracelets , the smell of cinnamon + gingerbread , cookiedough , any type of music , books — my fav is girl interrupted . . knit jumpers !

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑺 :: billie eilish, deftones, metallica, madison beer, nessa barrett, playboi carti, am, chase anty, mitski, slipknot, lady gaga, lana, the weeknd, olivia rodri, type O neg, kittie, the neighbourhood, cas, girl in red, amy winehouse, lil peep, the weeknd, AC/DC, Queen, mac miller, isabel Larosa, kate bush, sidewalks and skeletons, crystal castles, pastel ghost, KISS, jake webber, avril lavinge, melanie martinez, paramore, limp bizkit, mareux, misfits, swr, TVgirl . .

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺 :: ︎ 13 reasons why , YOU , g&g , grown ups 1/2 , coraline , corpse bride , 10things i hate abt u , the perks of being a wallflower , adams family , b99 , skins , shameless , harry potter , back to black , blonde . sturniolo triplets, sam n’ colby, daz games , jake webber , LDshadowlady . .

﹐☆﹒ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . . ༉‧₊˚.

this is the link to the page that shows all the bots i have made for matt and chris sturniolo , also with all the tumblr writing i have done !! i am going to do some more (especially for you matt girls out there 🤞🤞🤞) on tumblr in the future, so be ready for more writing !!!

₊˚╰ 𖣠 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈’𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐒 . . ִ ࣪𖤐 ۫

this link brings you along to my taglist ! aka, kamiscupids <3 this alerts the people who are in the taglist already that i have posted a new thing on tumblr/a new bot on character ai/ chai. :)

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 : you may send your requests in my ask box on my profile. if you prefer to stay anonymous, be an anon ! or, you can dm me privately. i answer either way, and i follow everyone back. and even if you just wanna yap in the ask box, that’s okay too - i like to think my blog is a safe space for everyone to talk about their day/ just themselves in general or just a quick update. yall are safe with me.

thats all about me ! thankyou for reading inside my mind and enjoy my tumblr/bots ! i love and appreciate every single one of you, and i hope you all know how loved and appreciated you really are. stay strong, stay kind !

# 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 ❤︎︎ back to page.

both dividers = @cannibalim :33

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Hey sorry i was just wondering if i should start posting on my Tumblr so i wana ask for some opinions on it🤔

Im a really shy, embarrassed and nervous person so i really dont have the guts to post on ANY socials due to a lot of embarrassment (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) honestly its mostly bc i dont have the guts, because i dont think i could keep up and bc im scared ill lose motivation easily (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

What do u think?

(anyways we love mui)

Hi 👋

I’m not sure if you mean just posting in general or writing fics- either way my answer is YES!

Honestly tumblr is a safe space to say and be whoever you want since unlike other social medias it can be a bit more anonymous hehe 🤭~

So I say do it!

Even if you loose motivation that’s totally fine. You’re not inclined to keep posting when you start. You can stop whenever, and post whatever you want.

Sending you all the encouragement ✨!

[sewer-freak]

LONG ASS MESSAGE WARNING!!!! I have Things to Share! You've not been super online lately so I've complied sum shit that may be of interest to you.

(turning off my pink text bc normal text is easier on the eyes for big messages likethis)

I've Accepted that my instinctive feelings toward your buddy Cain are. Different from yours and uhhhuhhhhh usually try not to make Too big a thing of it. (TBH, I get an instinctive bad vibe from. Most people. So that on its own isn't enough to go off of anyway.)

however!!!! I have reason to believe that he is The Kiwi Creep. (<- I gave him a name like they do for prolific killers)

Firstly, I present to you: These posts! I'm not a huge fan of this girl's either, but it is super useful that people just confess their dark incriminating secrets to her sometimes.

https://www.tumblr.com/heavensentofficial/757394760772337664/everything-is-alright-yes-its-just-not?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/heavensentofficial/757737395132186624/apologies-for-the-late-acknowledgment-thank-you?source=share

(The second one has confirmation that this the same person that's been harassing you!)

"Anyway, I’ve been intentionally misleading people. Or, one particular person.

She’s someone I truly hold dear and appreciate, yet I’ve been anonymously sending her sadistic, lewd fantasies I have about her. They make her scared and uncomfortable, but every time I send them, she comes to me for help. …Without knowing it’s me."

"I can’t keep up the act anymore, I feel as if everything’s blurring together. I’m hurting her. Yet I’m the person she seeks comfort from. She’s coming to the very person who’s causing her issues in the first place and she has no idea."

Sound familiar???

I find it interesting too that The Kiwi Creep instead of going to Cain like you suggested went to this totally uninvolved person! (Kind of like how you never see Batman and Bruce Wayne in the same room!)

Coincidence? I for one think not!

If this isn't enough, he recently announced he'd be going on break.

https://www.tumblr.com/divinetouchdown/757916668887515136/hello-all-i-have-an-important-announcement-to?source=share

To do what? To handle an issue offline with higher ups at the temple. Guess he decided the coal-walking wasn't enough...

I don't usually go there anymore bc the local temple is built on abuse, puritanical hypocrisy and stuffing people into nasty, hard to clean chastity devices, but because I wanted to get to the bottom of this, I dressed up as Edin, who he'd trust, to see if I could get footage of him doing the things The Kiwi Creep said he'd do. I have some videos I can send you in DMs if you want em.

To top it all off, I got an account of his character from someone else that knows him.

https://www.tumblr.com/poorsadorphanposting/757925978181943296/hi-hi-%CB%86%E1%97%9C%CB%86-i-hear-youve-talked-to-one-mr?source=share

I personally think it's pretty fucking damning but you ofc are free to reach your own conclusions.

Anywayz I hope you're alright n I know this ask is probably kind of overwhelming gihfuoji;kl ... Idk if putting it all out there like this is even helpful but I feel Strongly about The Truth being important. Feel free 2 take your time n figure out how you feel about this info n stuff idfk

hi. yea sorry idont have a good consept of timr. im mot on here alot. immrlyy truing to thnk words but its hard. id o not feel well.

i also get bad vibes feom everyone but idk idk cain i felt like. like he proved hilmself to me like he was different he said he was and he was but ffXKKNG KIWI SAID HE WAS DIFFERTN AND FHAT IF I KNEW WHO HE WAS I wouldd dhnage my tone oh nnyhod im going to be sick

wwwhhatt do yiu mean “shes comjing tothe bery peraon who is causing her jssues” hes so nice why WHYDO I MAKE EVERYUONE WANT TO HURT ME?! clearly he doesnt eant to feel like that he told me it frustrated him and hedidnt know what to so with the feelings i provoked him i always dducking do this i shojldnt interact with anyone evwer

ii i i dont kniw alot about the temple 8 only know whathes told me .,,, i thought he wpuld twll me to join but he neverdid it was alwaays more like “come to me with ur issues i can fix them!” idk idk idk

can

can you send me the vjdeos

i fffrll so horrible idont know what to do