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saetoru · 11 months ago

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hi guys, and here’s a long overdue post that i wanted to take the time to make after collecting as many screenshots as i can for a lot of rumors that i think need to be addressed. before i do that, i wanted to apologize to all of my mutuals who ended up wrongfully harassed in their inboxes for simply knowing me—the irony of this issue being about bullying all the while people on this app have been simultaneously being genuinely awful to other writers who have zero involvement has been ridiculous.

i would’ve made this post sooner, but december was very busy—as you all know, i’ve been working with two separate companies for my capstone projects, and i had final presentations with boards to worry about. and then a cruise which was fun, but i was offline. now that i’ve finally had time to enjoy my break and collect my thoughts, i’d like to voice my own side to the discourse i’m sure you’ve all seen posted by @/garoujo, who is now @/gojoath.

first and foremost, i’ve been on tumblr for almost 4 years now, and while i may not have the brightest moments on here (no one will be spot-free in that amount of time), i’d like to think that if i actually went out of my way to vicious or bully people, this would’ve come to people’s attention a lot sooner. i’ve had a relatively large following across all 6 of my blogs in my time here, and while i don’t like to get into the metrics of my blogs, the reason i point this out is because i have willingly started my blog over 6 times. 3 of these were sfw blogs under my nickname tee, another 2 of which were my previous nsfw blogs under a different alias, and saetoru which is the current one, where i finally decided to combine my sfw and nsfw writing into one space. i just wanted to bring that up because i had quite a habit of leaving and restarting blogs before this one, and had i been obsessed with outperforming other writers in terms of follower counts, i would not have left the previous ones as often as i did.

that being said, i’ll also go through a timeline of events and how they’ve snowballed into an issue that is not as one-sided as most of you might think. i’ve been mutuals with emmie since my first blog, and i’d been mutuals with her through most of her blogs as well. we’ve never really had issues until her last blog @/garoujo, which she’d started after deactivating @/atsymu due to discourse regarding racism accusations. the reason why we had a falling out was because i felt that there were a series of odd coincidences that felt slightly purposeful, but i was still questioning whether or not i was looking too deeply into it to actually point any of it out.

admittedly, when i saw her first set of banners, i felt our layouts were a slight bit similar, but i really didn’t mind too much because i had been planning to change my banners anyway because i was bored of them. so i took that as an opportunity to do so. it just so happened that within a day or two of every time i changed my banners, hers would be changed too—i never said i owned the color gray, and i even fully acknowledge that the last two sets of banners, at first glance, wouldn’t be a red flag. because, like i said, i was more uncomfortable with the pattern of coincidences than the actual layouts. then i switched to my instagram theme, and not long after, i noticed her add instagram story visuals to her navi. again, no one ever said instagram was my original idea, and that no one else could use it, but it was an unsettling feeling having the same moot continuously make changes around the same time as you, and changes that are different enough that you can’t exactly point out an issue, but slightly similar enough that you can’t exactly ignore the slight oddness.

coincidentally, the same day, another blog (who i will not name bc they’re not very active anymore and are also not very relevant to this story) made the same theme as me and i was a bit peeved because this same blog is someone who has copied a few other things from me and a handful of other moots, so i made a subpost on my moots-only personal blog at the time. keep in mind, i made this post fully aware that emmie was on this blog because i didn’t intend for that post to seem like it was about her. but she reached out to me, and i explained to her the situation, and i even provided the relevant screenshots to show my points. i still considered her a decently good friend at the time, and even with the slightly off feelings, i was still adamant about brushing them off and considering them coincidences that perhaps i was being a bit too critical of.

it wasn’t until i woke up a few hours later after changing my theme and going to bed that i noticed she’d then fully switched to the insta theme. again, instagram is an app used by millions and, at one point, was a very popular theme used amongst most people on this app. i’m not entitled enough to believe i was the first person to do it, but like i said. there are just off vibes most of us will not help but feel when a series of coincidences continue to happen back to back to back by the same person.

there were, amongst these things, a number of other small touches that made me feel off. most of them i don’t remember by now or have screenshots of, so i won’t bother to go into all of them, but for reference, one example i’d also like to point out that i’d had the phrase “you’ve reached the hanmas” in my inbox when she was still on @/atsymu, and sometime after, her sfw blog @/loveatsu had the phrase “you’ve reached the miyas.” small things like this are not things i make an issue over and am more than capable of brushing aside, but like i have said and will continue to push firmly is that i felt there were multiple instances of emmie, in particular, making small tweaks to her blog shortly after me that made me feel were not all coincidentally similar. the issue was never themes or thinking i am the first or only person to do something a certain way, the issue has always been me countless times feeling that one particular individual is exhibiting a behavior that is persistent and uncomfortable no matter how minuscule the instances may be. maybe they were really just unfortunate coincidences that happened with poor timing, or maybe they weren’t. but i stand by the fact that anyone in my shoes would be valid to question the timing of each of these events over and over again.

i would also like to bring up kinktober (though this happened a while after the rest of what i will get into) because this was the first public discourse that emmie and i got into due to an anon’s claims of similarities between our posts. i had received an anon who told me “i think someone copied your kinktober masterlist” which i answered to ask if they could let me know who. they had come back to say it was garoujo, and i did not reply to the ask, instead, i made a post to vaguely tell the anon that i appreciate them letting me know, but i will just leave it be and continue on with my kinktober regardless of emmie’s mlist. i do think there were some vague similarities, but honestly not enough to really question it, so i figured a confrontation or issue was not necessary. a while later, several moots had messaged me to let me know they had received anonymous asks saying to “block @/garoujo she copied @/sakusins and she’ll copy you too” (or something along those lines, i don’t remember exactly.) i myself was very confused (and upset) by the situation because i did not, and still would not, want to be publicly name-dropped in other people’s inboxes over issues that do not involve them. unfortunately, it led to some not-very-kind asks to both of us, and while i am sorry she had to deal with that, it is not an apology from a sense of culpability. that situation was, and still is, entirely out of my control. i would not have seen the masterlist unless the anon had mentioned it, and i did not take part in having people send asks about her to other writers. especially not in a manner that was pretty much social suicide for me as well.

(this is a poorly made collage i know lol but i hit the picture limit bear with me here.)

i would also like to point out that i am not the only individual who has had issues with emmie and feels she had copied them. although i cannot disclose urls (they have been blocked out for privacy reasons) here are a few conversations i have had with my own mutuals, and i would wager there are more people whom i haven’t talked to who also feel this way. they might be small enough instances that sparking issues over them was not worth it to all of these people, therefore she has never heard from people herself about this issue, but the point does still stand that this claim about emmie is not one i alone make, and is one that i have heard countless times before. her never being approached by these individuals for the sake of peace doesn’t erase that they have been, and are, upset by these events, and it’s a habit that she seems to continually partake in. i would also like to link this post where she has been called out by another writer while she was still atsymu, which was posted while we were still friends. i’ve actually had a discussion with emmie about that post, and at the time, i had quickly skimmed the post and felt it was perhaps a reach, but after my own experiences, i went back to reread the post and considered perhaps there was validity to it, and that this might not be a one time occurrence. plagiarism in manners such as this will always have conflicting opinions, and it is hard to sometimes tell if something is a coincidence, a popular and overused idea, or something that has actually been copied. my point is that a number of people have all felt that perhaps there is a good chance this was not an accident, and please consider that so many instances of people feeling this way might suggest that there is a certain degree of validity to the claim.

at the beginning of all of this, when the masterlist banners had first started bothering me, i was upset, and i chose to vent to an ex-moot of mine who most of you would recognize as munsonsins. abby has deactivated a long while ago, but she’s relevant to this because i had chosen to vent to her at the time, and this is more or less what later caused this situation to escalate. at the time of venting to her, i knew she wasn’t mutuals with emmie because, as you can see, she’d told me as such.

one thing i would like to point out is that there were a handful of people i had vented to about my frustrations with emmie, but one thing i had always been mindful of was ensuring these were a) individuals who i considered close friends and not just random individuals, and b) were not friends or moots with emmie in the event that i accidentally made people who she cared about think lesser of her. had abby been mutuals with emmie, i would not have shared my feelings, and once again, i was not loose-lipped enough to just tell anyone because they’d listen. i told abby in particular because i had felt we were sufficiently close individuals who talked one-on-one and were able to vent to each other. a bit after i vented to her, though, she befriended emmie, which i had no such issues with because abby was/is her own person and is an adult who can interact freely and befriend whoever she wanted/wants to.

not long after that, on the night before eid (this detail is relevant in the future) an ex moot of mine @/kazuwhora reached out to me. if you guys remember, there was a discourse last year that was all over dash about how writers on this app should be open to criticism. a lot of people (including me and kc) were upset by that sentiment—which is still valid. please don’t give constructive criticism to writers without their explicit permission !! but regardless, kc sent me a screenshot of a mutual of mine who had posted their opinion on this discourse, and their point was clearly that while constructive criticism is important in some aspects, writers do not have to be subject to receiving it should they not want to. unfortunately, i felt as if kc misunderstood what this individual was trying to say, and i was trying to explain it to her, but we got into a small argument over how we interpreted the post. i felt some of the things she was saying about this individual were inappropriate, and i had made it clear that i was very fond of this person, and it made me uncomfortable to be having this discussion. regardless of whether she saw my interpretation of the post or not, i wanted to drop the discussion, especially because it was the night before eid. eid is the one holiday i celebrate, and there are traditions i quite enjoy the night before, and i didn’t want them to be spoiled with a poor mood over a silly argument. unfortunately, she wasn’t very willing to drop the topic, and it ended up making me upset. so i posted this screenshot to my moots only personal from the conversation that consisted of my messages only and said, “tonight i had to explain what a debate is.” it was petty, perhaps, but very harmless, seeing as there was no context given and no names/pfps to indicate who the person was.

truthfully, i had vented separately to cat, eris, and abby about this argument because i was friends with the three of them at the time, but needless to say, venting to your friends about arguments is a universal action, and i believe it is something all of us have partaken in.

eventually, i decided to softblock emmie because i felt it would be more comfortable for me on my blog to do so. after a bit, i was informed of a subpost that seemed like it couldn’t be about anyone other than me—to make things clear, emmie subposting me was not my concern. i did not hold it against her because she is more than entitled to have her own feelings and vents on her own blog, but the thing that did concern me was that it seemed slightly evident that she was aware of my feelings when i had never explicitly had a conversation with her. it made me question who would tell her, and as you may have guessed, the only person with whom i had shared my concerns who could also be in contact with emmie was abby.

at the time, eris had also voiced concerns that they had trusted abby with the ending of the plot for the diluc series they were planning, and coincidentally, one of abby’s friends had posted a fic idea eerily similar to their concept, to which abby had been commenting and reblogging more brainstormed ideas under. all of these ideas were very close to the plans eris had for their series plot, and understandably, they felt that it was not a mere coincidence that their entire plot was being brainstormed on dash by a person who was fully aware of their outline. i’d voiced my concerns with believing that abby may have also been sharing things i trusted her with, and as a result we both had made a few vague subposts that we liked from each other—a petty behavior, i will admit, but not something that i think is very out of the norm for a lot of people on this app. sometimes, we all just want to vent out our frustrations, and because we all more or less use tumblr as an outlet, these can sometimes be vaguely taken to dash. it’s not something that is ideally recommended (i’ve learned the hard way) but it’s also ?? not exactly something that only i’m guilty of, or is even a rare behavior. i think to shoot down one person for this behavior is quite frankly hypocritical. again, subposting isn’t a habit i would like to push as mature but it’s something i’d like to point out is very normal in this community, and is not something only i take part in. beyond that, i take to ensuring that whenever i do, i’m not explicitly exposing who i’m talking about in order to keep them out of unnecessary issues.

after this conversation with eris, it kind of solidified in my mind that i did not want to trust abby with any more personal vents, or information, and i had ultimately decided to soft block her too. i had also decided to take the opportunity to softblock kc as well because i figured i might as well just remove individuals who i felt made me uncomfortable. this is, again, my right to do so to curate my own space. not long after, cat, eris, and i had been softblocked/hardblocked by a number of moots, and we were a bit confused, until cat ended up having a conversation with kc. many accusations were made about all three of us, more specifically, about me to kc by abby because the two of them had been discussing that they’d both been softblocked by me recently.

the list of accusations we were told of is as follows:

me, cat, and eris have a “burn book” where we “blacklist people.” it’s important to note that every time this discourse resurfaces (this is now the fourth time), the “burn book” has fundamentally changed in its composition—it has changed from a discord server “burn book”, to a google doc “burn book”, to the current rumor that it was an entire blog that was used as a “burn book.” it is consistently changed to fit whatever narrative is trying to be pushed, and regardless, the rumor itself is entirely untrue and has been addressed multiple times. cat has had a tumblr theme, a collab theme, and a server theme all dedicated to the film mean girls. she simply had a channel that was to share the urls of minors to block for interacting with nsfw works, or people who were anti-dark content—this is something that i have seen in all servers i’ve been in during my time on tumblr, and is not a new concept for many of you either. it’s simply a precaution a lot of servers take to warn writers about potential minors to block, and potential anti-dark content harassers. the name of this channel happened to be “the burn book” because it was a mean girls themed server, so the name just fit. nowhere in this channel were other writers in the community “blacklisted” or spoken negatively of, and here are the screenshots of the channel. this was simply something abby had twisted in order to paint us negatively. here is the link to cat’s post addressing it for proof and explanation (i run out of pictures or i would include them myself.)

abby also claimed that i was using this channel to talk poorly about kc and a handful of other moots. this is also false bc this server had several strangers (as it was cat’s server and i didn’t know all her moots), but it also had several of kc’s mutuals/friends in this server as well. i’m not so dense as to talk poorly about other writers publicly in a server, let alone a server i know has people who are friends with kc

now, this next part, emmie has conveniently painted out to be about me, as i apparently harassed and blacklisted people for liking itto from genshin impact, but i have been playing genshin for over a year on this app, and quite a large number of you are my own followers who see my rambles and my writing and i don’t have to explain that i have never written for itto, nor explicitly expressed an interest in him apart from perhaps one or two posts from back when i did his story quest. i never had, and still to this day, have no interest in the character itto. i’ve skipped his banner, i plan to skip his upcoming banners should they come, and i have never written for him, nor do i plan to write for him. this issue with itto is between eris and another individual, and i do not have the details to this, as i was new friends with eris at the time, and i’m no longer friends with eris as of current time. quite frankly, even if i knew the details, i wouldn’t go out of my way to share them because it has nothing to do with me. plain and simple.

as you can see, there were a number of rumors spread here to kc by abby, and as you can see, all of which led me to seem quite vicious in character. i’ve provided, to the best of my ability, screenshots and receipts of why each of these is quite drastically out of context and far from true to what abby has claimed.

i did in fact, after these events confront abby because i was genuinely appalled by the way she knowingly and purposely twisted things conveniently to villainize me. she expressed that she was upset and paranoid by the subposts that she figured were about her once i’d soft blocked her, so i apologized for the posts. she had conversations with both me and cat about the rumors she’d started, and she also apologized for them to both me and cat.

the rumors that emmie has claimed about me in her post, which she conveniently provided no evidence of, are all rumors that are more or less a result of my differences with abby and kc. unfortunately, despite cat trying her best to explain to kc the falseness of most of these rumors, she didn’t really believe them—which is her business. to each their own. i’m sure if i had been in kc’s shoes and in one night, someone i had considered a friend had been painted to do a series of nasty things behind my back, i also would not know what’s true and untrue, and she is entitled to piecing together what she believes is her truth. what’s not fair, however, is for emmie to have no involvement/understanding of these events apart from a twisted narrative she heard from one person and dog pile them into her claims of my behavior to further paint me as a villain. emmie is more than entitled to have her beliefs on my character based on her own experiences, which she has provided her own evidence of, but simply slapping an “and i heard she also….” does not necessarily make claims true, and is very manipulatively thrown into the post to add a list of things that make my character questionable to further validate her point.

not only this, but she has made a point to openly admit that she and her friends have collectively mocked me for my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, who they have apparently labeled as my “fake” boyfriend that i used to get attention on this app. quite plainly, i get enough attention on my blog that i don’t need a fake boyfriend to amp that up. but furthermore, i am a south asian, muslim individual. my parents are immigrants with very strict religious and cultural beliefs that i feel are very restricting at times, and though i love my family, i struggle with my identity quite a bit as i live in a very western culture that clashes quite a bit with my cultural norms. i do not get to freely explore my sexuality or even romantic life in general, unlike some of you. my parents have been kept in the dark about my relationship because them knowing about it is something that could quite literally create a rift between us, and i find it very insulting and almost suspicious that a white girl is making a mockery of my cultural struggles and my personal life. many of you are either desi or muslim or simply children of strict immigrant parents with quite stubborn traditional views. i’m sure plenty of you understand where i’m coming from when i say that i have to keep my relationship hidden from the majority of the people around me. tumblr is the one place i can anonymously share bits and pieces of my life without worrying about if it will literally cost me my relationship with my parents, so sometimes i may have overshared silly or pointless things, but that is because it’s my own way of being able to express myself and my relationship the way i have always wanted to. apart from that, dragging and making a joke out of someone’s personal life is quite unnecessary in this case. the issue is about tumblr discourse, and i find it very hypocritical that i am being labeled a bully when people, more specifically a white and privileged individual, is plain and simple mocking and poking fun at my personal life and situation that i have no control of. that is my piece on that. whether some of you believe i had a partner or not is not my business, nor do i have to go out of my way to show you evidence of my personal life. what i will say, however, is that there are a handful of close friends i have on this app who are involved in my personal life and have seen evidence of my love life through pictures and private stories on social media. quite frankly, these are the only individuals who i have to justify the validity of my personal life to, and it’s honestly quite violating for someone to stoop to dragging someone’s outside life into issues about tumblr. i extend a very genuine fuck you to every single one of you that have ridiculed my personal relationship and just know that you are extremely bold to consider yourselves above bullying when this is the type of behavior you admit to engaging in. individuals with complex familial relationships, and identity struggles between cultural norms, their ethnicities, and the western world are not your playground to make a joke out of. some of us have very real struggles, such as not being able to pursue careers in favor of arranged marriages, not being able to pursue actual relationships that mean something to us due to a lack of familial approval, being forced to bear children at young ages due to familial pressure, and so on. they are not laughing matters, and are a part of my reality. and before some of you get started—yes, it really is that serious. i have struggled my entire life with having white girls poke fun and tease at my cultural norms, and i refuse to allow another white and privileged individual who already has a record of racially related discourse walk away with once more poking fun at my personal struggles and not be called out for it. i hope you had a good, long, satisfying laugh emmie.

onto my next points based on claims @/anantaru has made about me. the main thing i’d like to really point out here is that anantaru and i have never, not even once, interacted to the extent of my knowledge. they claim that cat and i cannot stand it when people cross us in numbers and that we go through people’s likes in order to find minors and blank blogs to explain all the notes. a) i am very bad at checking for minors and blanks in my own notes, so this is not even a logical approach on my end, but b) this claim is made because cat made this post under the tags of a post going around last year that asked to hear unpopular ficblr opinions.

what cat means to articulate here is that sometimes, when she is scrolling on dash and interacting with moots and their shit/talk-posts, she peeks at profiles she sees in the notes and has happened to catch minors lurking. cat, firstly, has never followed anantaru, so they are not a “victim” to cat glancing at their likes, but secondly, this is not nearly as psychotic as it’s painted out to be. cat is not, and was not, jealous of other blog's notes. quite plainly, she’s not exactly a tiny blog either, and she’s only stumbled upon minors in the talks-posts of moots, including me. shit-posts/talks-posts are easy to notice minors lurking on, and while most people recognize that it’s quite impossible to catch every minor and ageless blog in writing posts with numerous notes, a simple shit-post on dash is more simple, and her unpopular opinion was simply that blogs that grow rapidly need to be better about catching those minors because they are susceptible to having more of them lurking. it’s a really harmless sentiment, and she’s gently reminded me as well on more than one occasion to be more responsible about my habit of being lazy when scouting for minors in my interactions.

this is not out of jealousy, nor is it some sick and twisted habit she has to “explain” why people get more notes than she might get. it’s also out of a place of concern for her own content ?? i myself and plenty of other large blogs reblog from mutuals, and they are well within their right to be concerned that perhaps minors are lurking on our pages and interacting with works we reblog from our mutuals. cat has voiced this concern to me before, also out of goodwill and simple concern for my content, her content, and minors in general. there is simply no need to twist it into her viciously looking down upon large blogs and their notes counts and claiming they’re “only because they don’t block minors.” admittedly, though, i do need to be better about catching minors, and i have always appreciated her trying to keep me in the habit of being responsible about it. more importantly, it was a small passing comment under a post of unpopular opinions, a lot of them were hot takes, and this is hardly a serious one to get so heated over.

i’d also like to point out that anantaru has claimed we blocked them for being a gatekeeper and because we’re jealous of their notes. 💀. a) i am very grateful and very happy with the level of interaction i get on my writing, as more people than i imagine leave me countless comments and reblogs. i have never had an issue with comparing my interaction with that of other writers because i have always been abundantly content with the interaction i get. i have no other comment on this other than cat and i blocked anantaru at the same time because we happened to see a post of theirs reblogged onto our dash that made a joke that we felt was a bit insensitive to/alluded to SA—i’m sure it wasn’t meant to be taken that way, but it made us uncomfortable regardless. while we are both dark content supporters, and i myself have read more than one fic that includes noncon in particular, it doesn’t mean we have to like/enjoy everything related to it and we simply decided to block them. i’m not going to bring this post up bc it’s simply not important. they are an adult who is more than entitled to make jokes on their blog and cat and i do not have to like them !! we simply did what we were well within our rights to do, and that’s blocking them.

there’s more they go on to say about receiving hate asks and that apparently it’s because of our “group of friends.” cat and i don’t have a group of friends. i don’t have any group chats with her besides the one with her boyfriend because i get along with him sometimes as well, and we used to play genshin together a lot when i was in low ar. not that i have to explain my friendships here, but i quite literally do not have a group of people to “send after” anantaru because people are well aware of my close friends, who i text with my personal phone number. i’ve posted silly screenshots of convos on my blog multiple times, and none of these friends overlap because i do not have a “group” of friends, just individual friends who i talk to one on one. cat is not friends with my other friends, and my other friends are not friends with her. there are no inner circles that conspire together to send anyone hate because i “tell them to.” and if there are screenshots of me explicitly encouraging someone to send hate on anon, i would love to see it. if i had sent my anons after anantaru, it would have to be a public post, and i’m sure if there were a post of such nature, it would have been brought to light by now. they have also claimed they were given multiple urls of mine to block. i only have ONE writing blog, @/saetoru, and the only other two that are still up are archived blogs @/hanmine and @/katsuphilia, which are side blogs attached to saetoru and have been inactive for several months. there are however, multiple individuals on this app who also go by the name “tee,” and perhaps we have unfortunately been mixed up as the same person, but the only blog i have is saetoru, so there is no other active blog they have blocked me from that belonged to me and was able to harass them.

not only that, but anantaru has claimed that one person off anon sent them hate with a kaeya url which they insinuate to be me. once again, you are all more than aware of my history of urls, and many of you have all been here to see them. i’ve never once had a kaeya url, nor have i ever been particularly interested in kaeya outside of a small number of posts on a rare occasion. my genshin favorites have always been characters from sumeru and, at one point diluc, and once again i don’t have to ?? explain my selfships to you all ?? but literally, i have nothing to do with a kaeya blog or kaeya account, and im unsure why it’s being thrown into my name. quite frankly, i’m not sure what their moot has told them we have said about them, but the only conversations cat and i have ever had about anantaru was that one about the noncon joke, and that’s it. outside of that, there is literally no evidence of us speaking about this person because it simply doesn’t exist.

i implore you all to, instead of starting public discourse over things you hear, confirm them first. had anantaru reached out to me or cat and expressed that they are upset that we are supposedly spreading false rumors about them gatekeeping, then whatever misunderstanding it might have been could have been cleared. i would like to also point out that it is not above bullying when you simply dump numerous accusations that you have heard through half whispers from moots and provide 0 evidence for them. i am perfectly aware of why emmie may consider herself to have issues with me, but i have never had an encounter with anantaru, and truthfully, i’ve never actually even read their writing before. my main (and pretty much only) experience with them is seeing the joke i saw reblogged onto my dash, and as i stated earlier, the only thing i did for that was block and move one.

and lastly, the other point i’d like to make is that numerous blogs who i have been objectively very kind to have come out to take the opportunity to stomp on my character and reputation. for example, tumblr user @/osaemu, who used to follow me and interact with me quite often. i have always been excited to interact with her because she was really supportive of my gojo writing, and at one point, i had a small area of concern with her using the same exact title as me for a gojo fic. below are screenshots of our conversation regarding the titles.

i am quite confident that this is a very polite interaction, and i was very clear that i didn’t think that her writing elements, including gojo’s parent dynamics and his dynamics with the reader, were copied or even something that i felt she needed to change. i pointed them out as a way of indicating that between these parallels and between the fact that i know she reads my rb! gojo series, i find it difficult to believe that our fic titles being exactly the same is a coincidence, and it made me uncomfortable—my concern was not how she wrote gojo’s parents or his dynamic with reader. i never accused her of stealing ideas that were mine alone to use, all i simply wanted to do was shed light on the fact that based on these parallels, i figured the names being the same was a touch difficult for me to brush aside as a chance similarity. i was very clear to outline that i know these dynamics and themes in writing are generic, and that people can pull inspo from them because i have done the same thing. my only concern was the title, which i politely asked her to change, and she agreed. case closed. i have been, again objectively, quite kind to osaemu, and i had no intentions of blocking her like a moot had suggested because i felt it was a very silly issue to block over since she was very lovely to me.

i did, however, block her because she posted one-paragraph posts with multiple characters tagged. that’s not a crime on her end, and i’m certainly not here to police her posts in the tags, but as me and plenty of other people on this app have voiced multiple times, it is a bit irritating and feels like spam to see posts of these kinds in the tags so i blocked her. this is a very popular opinion and i refuse to be considered problematic for it. i am not here to police what constitutes an appropriate post to tag x reader tags on, and while i have made posts simply sharing my opinion on what i feel should and should not be tagged, osaemu is more than welcome to post whatever she feels she would like to into the tags. i do, however, block anyone who i come across who makes those kinds of posts because i simply don’t like them, and i don’t like seeing them. i don’t owe an explanation for why i block anyone, but seeing as i have been painted as some bitch for doing so, here is my reasoning. quite a lot of people agree on this sentiment, and to each their own, but i don’t enjoy seeing those posts. i did also unblock her at one point, as she mentioned. this is simply because a mutual of mine had voiced that they felt someone had copied the concept of their drabble, and i was helping them word a message to send, so i went back to this exact conversation to look back on what i said because it was a similar situation. as you know, blocking someone hides their dms from your dm list, so i had intended to temporarily unblock her just to see how i worded my message to help formulate a message for a mutual. there were no screenshots sent, i simply wanted to jog my memory of my points, that’s all. i did forget to block her again for a bit but eventually did, and that’s the extent of our interactions. i don’t recall posts telling people that i condone sending anons with death threats like she has claimed, and if she could point out the particular posts i have made where i encourage people to send anon death threats on my behalf, i would be more than happy to clear them up, or address them.

i have admittedly, on a few occasions said in my responses to anon hate itself, the phrase “kys” out of frustration, and there are i’m sure conflicting opinions on that, but i do not regularly use this phrase in my vocabulary. i have been on the receiving end of graphic sexual and violent asks in my inbox regarding me, my teenage sister, and my mother, during my time on here, and sometimes out of frustration i have said less than dignified things, but this is not a constant behavior, and frankly, i think once people make graphic, violent, and inappropriate comments about my 16 year old sister, saying “kys” in response is not the greater of the two evils. it is a tad bit hypocritical to expect benevolence from me to an anonymous hate ask just because there is “another person” at the end of the screen when they have not extended the same sentiment to me.

all of that being said, jumping on the trend to trample on someone while you have the opportunity to because you’re bitter they blocked you is also no better than bullying. apart from blocking osaemu, I have taken careful steps to always be respectful to her due to the very kind comments she’s left on my writing. leaving nice comments on my writing is deeply appreciated and welcome, but that doesn’t mean i have to subject myself to seeing posts i do not want to see on my dash on my phone. i pay for the phone bill, so i will cater my phone to show me what i want to see, and if that includes blocking a few people, i am allowed to do that !! i should not have to apologize for or be crucified for blocking someone and their feelings being hurt over it.

not only this, but several of you have somehow started a rumor that i am 26 or even pushing 30. that’s nowhere close to the truth. i’m 21, soon to be 22, and i have stated multiple times i am an undergraduate college student. of course, there is no timeline to college, and people of all ages complete their undergrad degrees, but i have made it a point to vent about my concerns numerous times that i am very stressed about taking extra classes every semester to compensate for changing my major late because i want to graduate on time. my graduation year is 2024 (as would make sense seeing as i will be 22 years old), and if you don’t believe me, i have celebrated my bday on april 12th of every year this blog has been active. you’re more than welcome to check my archive to see if that’s true, and for further reference, here is a picture i have sent to mods of servers i am in to be accepted. (note that my url used to be hanmas before saetoru.)

although there is no shame in being 26 or pushing 30, the reason why i wanted to address this is that i wanted to point out that yet another rumor has been fiercely pushed on my name and has been believed to be the truth. no one has to walk away from reading this post assuming that i’m a saint and i have never done anything wrong or that i have been faultless in differences i’ve had with other people. but a lot, if not all, of these claims are exaggerated with 0 evidence, and people have just run with claiming them as true. i physically cannot deny a large majority of these rumors with evidence or screenshots because half of them are made by people i have never interacted with or talked to, and i cannot produce evidence for interactions that never happened. i have seen blank, burner blogs post stories of their experiences with me, one in particular that claims i dm’d them to tell them their hanma fic was breathtaking before i harassed them about their theme, boyfriend, and parents. a) i do not dm anyone to compliment their fics because i am simply too shy to do that. i would have only reblogged the fic with comments if i enjoyed it. b) again, there is no evidence on their part, and i cannot dispel this story with evidence of my own because evidence of conversations that never took place does not exist. and c) i would like to think i do not come across as dense enough to attack someone in their dm’s viciously about their boyfriend and parents openly with my account, where they could easily spread the proof around if it had actually happened. i am not responsible for people’s internet literacy, and if people believe every story that is shared with not even a small piece of proof that it took place, i cannot do anything besides simply urge you all to formulate your opinions based on what you see, not based on what you hear.

i would also like to end things off with an apology to all of you—mainly because there was no reason for so many of you to be dragged into something that did not involve you and also because there are very disturbing and important issues going on right now in real-time in the world that are affecting a lot of people. i never want to be involved in something that takes attention off of important discussions such as genocide, and while many of you like to claim i am deflecting, i think it is quite telling that some people have posted nothing about something this important but have made multiple posts regarding discourse. i did not feel it was appropriate at that time to focus on discourse, and i still do not think so, but i wanted to leave off with my own statement.

i would also like to apologize if i have ever come across as unkind during an experience with me; it is never my intention to be that way purposely. i have a habit of being petty sometimes and can be a bit short-tempered, and it’s something i work on. with as large of a following as i have, sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all than say it—however vaguely it might be. i hope some of you who also have larger followings keep that in mind so that you can avoid discourse erupting into something grand scale. please vent to people you trust and be wary of having a habit to subpost. but mainly, please remember that people trusting you with their feelings and troubles is not something you should take pride in spreading. there is nothing to be proud of about sharing people's private socials, urls, and conversations. while i am not always able to keep my temper under wraps, and while i have had my fair share of petty moments, i, to the best of my ability, have always made sure that i don’t come across as intentionally cruel or mean, nor have i purposely broken someone’s trust. sometimes i have retaliated back a bit fiercely, but i stand by the fact that i never purposely chased or drove anyone off, mocked or belittled them, or sent people over to dislike/hate them. i have at times vented to those who i believe are people i can trust, sure—but this is something we as people are all guilty of. there’s no way any of us can hold one person more accountable than others for partaking in closeted conversations that are never meant to get back to people and hurt them.

i genuinely loved, and still love, writing very much, and i have always appreciated every ask, every reblog, and every comment. writing is a hobby i am greatly passionate about, and it’s always a hobby i was very excited to share with people on here because i don’t get to share it with people irl. i don’t willingly tell people irl that i enjoy making elaborate plots about anime characters, and i have always been very excited to share that hobby with you all, whether you are a reader or writer. i’ve read fanfiction for a very long time before i ever decided to try my hand at writing it, and i would never want to knock other people down simply because they “surpassed” me. i enjoy finding writers to read from, especially those who write better than me, because they are where i draw the most inspiration and motivation from. the moots i look up to most are moots who are in my opinion, far stronger writers than me, and moots who i always firmly believe deserve much more reach than i do on their stories because they’re far more fleshed out and in-depth than anything i can produce. and i am proud of them !! and even those of you who feel you are stuck not getting as much reach as you would hope, i am proud also of all of you for picking up a google doc or pen and writing and trying, whether you choose to share it or not. i will always strongly encourage you all to try your hand at writing if you have ever considered it because i have genuinely built such a better sense of self-esteem when being able to incorporate pieces of myself in my stories and express parts of who i am—i think some of you might really enjoy the catharsis that writing brings, and if you ever debate on trying it out, please do !! you might become really passionate about it.

anyway, this post is abysmally long. none of it is to clear my name in hopes that i will be “un-canceled” (LOL) because i have decided saetoru is long overdue to be put to rest. i hope you can all, at the very least, allow other writers some peace and stop harassing them in their inboxes for knowing me (because that is also bullying and very ironic of you), and i hope you all got some sort of understanding of where i am coming from. if you think poorly of me, that’s okay. i have an opinion of myself, and the close people who surround me, that i am confident in, and while i may not have always handled things in the brightest of manners, i am well aware of what my intentions have always been.

i’m deeply grateful to all 41k of you, and thank you for reading my works and allowing me to write for you !! thank you for all the very, very kind asks that i never got a chance to fully answer each one of, and thank you especially for all the supportive comments and love on the writing i’ve posted. they might be silly fics you read once and moved on from, but they’re all pieces of me, my life, and things that are important to me, and as cringe and cheesy as it sounds, it means quite literally everything to me when people read them and take away something from them.

also, as a parting gift, i will be posting the nerd gojo, ex-convict geto, and a marriage rb! gojo fic to my ao3 (also saetoru) for those of you who have been patiently awaiting those wips to enjoy. please (a little more patiently) keep your eyes peeled for those <3 i will no longer be posting or active on saetoru, and in the event that i keep writing, it will be posted on my ao3, so you all will know where to find me !!

so for the last time, i love you my little runts !! wishing you all the best, and goodbye to my lil saetoru bestees.

mwah !!

— tee <3

ps. i also have turned off reblogs for this post and limited replies to people i follow only. a lot of you will jump to say that it’s simply because i am “hiding,” but it is solely because i have said my piece and i intend to move on. thank you and have a lovely day shawtee ✌🏽

#thanks to all my mutuals who have reached out !! i love you all #and i will miss you tons !!

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Writer Spotlight: Jamie Beck

Jamie Beck is a photographer residing in Provence, France. Her Tumblr blog, From Me To You, became immensely successful shortly after launching in 2009. Soon after, Jamie, along with her partner Kevin Burg, pioneered the use of Cinemagraphs in creative storytelling for brands. Since then, she has produced marketing and advertising campaigns for companies like Google, Samsung, Netflix, Disney, Microsoft, Nike, Volvo, and MTV, and was included in Adweek Magazine’s “Creative 100” among the industry’s top Visual Artists. In 2022, she released her first book, An American in Provence, which became a NYT Bestseller and Amazon #1 book in multiple categories, and featured in publications such as Vogue, goop, Who What Wear, and Forbes. Flowers of Provence is Jamie’s second book.

Can you tell us about how The Flowers of Provence came to be?

I refer to Provence often as ‘The Garden of Eden’ for her harmonious seasons that bring an ever-changing floral bounty through the landscape. My greatest joy in life is telling her story of flowers through photography so that we may all enjoy them, their beauty, their symbolism, and their contribution to the harmony of this land just a bit longer.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

How do your photography and writing work together? Do you write as part of your practice?

I constantly write small notations, which usually occur when I am alone in nature with the intention of creating a photograph or in my studio working alone on a still life. I write as I think in my head, so I have made it a very strict practice that when a thought or idea comes up, I stop and quickly write the text in the notes app on my phone or in a pocket journal I keep with me most of the time. If I don’t stop and write it down at that moment, I find it is gone forever. It is also the same practice for shooting flowers, especially in a place as seasonal as Provence. If I see something, I must capture it right away because it could be gone tomorrow.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

You got your start in commercial photography. What’s something you learned in those fields that has served you well in your current creative direction?

I think my understanding of bridging art and commerce came from my commercial photography background. I can make beautiful photographs of flowers all day long, but how to make a living off your art is a completely different skill that I am fortunate enough to have learned by working with so many different creative brands and products in the past.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

Do you remember your first photograph?

Absolutely! I was 13 years old. My mother gave me her old Pentax 35mm film camera to play with. When I looked through the viewfinder, it was as if the imaginary world in my head could finally come to life! I gave my best friend a makeover, put her in an evening gown in the backyard of my parents’ house in Texas, and made my first photograph, which I thought was so glamorous! So Vogue!

You situate your photographic work with an introduction that charts the seasons in Provence through flowers. Are there any authors from the fields of nature writing and writing place that inspire you?

I absolutely adore Monty Don! His writing, his shoes, and his ease with nature and flowers—that’s a world in which I want to live. I also love Floret Flowers, especially on social media, as a way to learn the science behind flowers and how to grow them.

How did you decide on the order of the images within The Flowers of Provence?

Something I didn’t anticipate with a book deal is that I would actually be the one doing the layouts! I assumed I would hand over a folder of images, and an art director would decide the order. At first, it was overwhelming to sort through it all because the work is so personal, and I’m so visual. But in the end, it had to be me. It had to be my story and flow to be truly authentic. I tried to move through the seasons and colors of the landscape in a harmonious way that felt a bit magical, just as discovering Provence has felt to me.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

How do you practice self-care when juggling work and life commitments alongside the creative process?

The creative process is typically a result that comes out of taking time for self-care. I get some of my best ideas for photographic projects or writing when I am in a bath or shower or go for a long (and restorative) walk in nature. Doing things for myself, such as how I dress or do my hair and makeup, is another form of creative expression that is satisfying.

What’s a place or motif you’d like to photograph that you haven’t had a chance to yet?

I am really interested in discovering more formal gardens in France. I like the idea of garden portraiture, trying to really capture the essence and spirit of places where man and nature intertwine.

Which artists do you return to for inspiration?

I’m absolutely obsessed with Édouard Manet—his color pallet and subject matter.

What are three things you can’t live without as an artist?

My camera, the French light, and flowers, of course.

What’s your favorite flower to photograph, and why?

I love roses. They remind me of my grandmother, who always grew roses and was my first teacher of nature. The perfume of roses and the vast variety of colors, names, and styles all make me totally crazy. I just love them. They simply bring me joy the same way seeing a rainbow in the sky does.

(Photograph: Jamie Beck)

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Please don’t keep me waiting.

Noah Sebastian X Reader (uses she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl)

A/N: This is my first time writing for THE attractive, tall man. Your girl is a new fan <3 Feel free to lore dump on me in my asks/dms. This piece is hella self indulgent, because all I want is a detailed tattoo tour from Noah himself. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Summary: Twitch streaming a tattoo tour with your best friend and his viewers catch on to your natural chemistry. Noah notices a change in your demeanor due to their comments and bugs you for a talk in private once the camera is off.

Content: Use of y/n, fem!reader, fluffy things, very slight angst. This fic lacks smut, but my content is intended for an adult audience, MDNI.

Word Count: 1k

“You can take my chair,” your best friend, Noah, pushes his gaming chair in your direction. You thank him and shyly slide into his chair. You notice your feet slightly dangle above the carpet in his bedroom.

Noah had pulled in a chair from his dining table and sat next to you excitedly while pulling up his account to go live.

“Y/N, I’m so fuckin’ happy you agreed to stream with me today,” he exclaims while clicking about his screen. “It’s been forever since we’ve gotten to hang together just us two, huh?” He smiles, turning to look at your face.

You smile back, of course, even though you couldn’t keep yourself from fidgeting in your seat out of nervousness. Well it won’t just be the two of us, you think. This was your first time on stream with him and you noticed from past streams that his viewers. always loved when he had a guest on; you just hope they’ll love you too.

“You ready?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” is what you manage before he clicks “Start Streaming” and a window with “Stream Starting Soon” pops up in front of you.

“I’ll just give, like, five minutes for people to start coming in before we actually start,” he reassures. “What did you want to do on stream? Your choice since it’s your first time.” He leans in towards you.

“We could do—“, you hum and your eyes search across his bedroom for ideas. Your eyes land on his thigh. He’s wearing shorts today and his Itachi tattoo sparks your idea.

“You’ve never done a tattoo tour have you?” You smile excitedly.

“You just want me to take off my shirt, huh?” He laughs and sways into your shoulder.

You blush. Of course I do, you think. “I’m being serious! Also, isn’t that TOS? I don’t think you can flash your nips online, Noah.”

He laughs, “Fine, I think it’s a good idea. I’ll show off as long as you show yours too.” He points toward your forearms.

“Noah,” you whine. “They don’t know me. They’re not interested in mine.”

“Well you better get ready, because we’re starting.”

In less than a second, your faces appear on the screen along with his stream layout.

Comments started off with “heys and hellos”, but got a little apprehensive to you after a minute.

I thought it would just be you :/

Wishing that were me omg

Who’s the girl?

Noah introduces you to his viewers, “Hello hello. This is Y/N, they’re my company for today. She’s been one of my best friends for years and she came up with today’s stream idea. We’ll both be showing off our tattoos, talking about them, and answering questions if you have them.”

You spent an hour with him as he showed off his neck, arms, and hands to the camera. You watched as his fingers brushed against his own skin to show different parts of his arms. You can’t help but imagine his hands caressing you in the same way.

As time passed, you and Noah shared flirtatious banter and inside jokes. The comments started to warm up and even encouraged the way you two interacted.

Aww love that he gave her his chair, so cute

The way he looks at her omg

She can’t stop looking at his hands SAME

You read the comments as they floated up his screen. While it warmed your heart to know that his fans felt comfortable about your relationship with Noah, you couldn’t help but have negative thoughts intrude your mind about what could happen if you ever pursued him.

“Y/N, show some of yours,” he whispers to you once he’s finished. Before you can retaliate, he softly places a hand on your arm. He turns it to the inside, which shows an illustrated piece of a black cat right under the crease of your elbow.

So cuuuute

Love! I also have a cat tattoo

You smile toward the sweet comments in chat. Noah gives you a look of I told you so before mentioning that they’d be ending the steam after you showed off the tattoos you felt comfortable with.

— — —

The stream has ended and you’re left sitting in silence with him next to you.

“So, what’d you think?” He pushes his hair back before finally looking at you from his screen. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He watches as you frown and deny eye contact. He reaches across your lap to put a hand on your knee. He pulls you and you spin to face him so your knees touch.

“Will you please talk to me?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just— a lot of different feelings came up for me, and I don’t know what to think.”

“Like what? The chat, my fans, they loved you. I thought you were having as much fun as I was. I saw you smiling when they said we were cute together.” He grins while placing his hands in yours. You look down at them in your lap.

“I want to be cute together in more than just a friend way,” you admit. “I’m sorry.” You shut your eyes and squeeze his hands.

“Please don’t apologize for that, Y/N,” he huffs. His thumb brushes back and forth against the back of your hand, “I feel the same way, but I guess was scared to admit that, too.”

You explain to him how the idea of ruining your friendship haunts you or how he might feel pressure to have you in the public eye. “I just wish I told you so much sooner. It would have made things easier.”

“I’m ready to try now if you are.” He smiles softly while wiping a tear from your cheekbone. “In fact, I know where a couple of nerds like us could go on our first date,” he gushes and raises his brows teasingly.

You already know you’re headed to your favorite arcade bar with him at your side by the weekend. The thought of you being able to be closer than ever calms your nerves and gives you hope for your future together.

#Part 2? Arcade bar first date?#bad omens #👀#noah sebastian #bad omens fanfic #bad omens noah fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #bad omens x reader #long haired noah is my fave

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im-a-goat-in-disguise · 1 year ago

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hey, tumblr @staff , if you don't revert my dashboard back the way it was like two weeks ago [i.e - NOT LOOKING LIKE FUCKING TWITTER OH MY GOD. PUT THE HOME AND MESSAGES AND EVERYTHING BACK IN THE TOP RIGHT WHERE ITS SUPPOSED TO BE AND I KNOW WHERE IT IS AND I WANT TO CLICK] I'm just not going to use tumblr on the website. at all. my use of tumblr will severely decline. you were good the way you were before. at least mobile is still the same [For now...] Trying to blatantly copy the layouts and decisions of other companies and social media sites [which are burning to the ground *because of those decisions*] will not make you more popular or retentive to new users or old ones. You will only push away anybody who creates content and has used your site for a long time. I've seen some of my friends switch to tumblr recently and they are not using it because it feels like twitter, or because it feels like reddit, but because the content they want is right there, accessible, and not hard to get to. they have supreme control over what they see and no algorithm tries to lead them to other stuff. for this reason, one of my friends has literally described tumblr as "Reddit, but more wholesome" - based on the fact that reddit kept leading them towards content they hated and made them feel upset. Don't try to become reddit. Or twitter. Or facebook. You're tumblr, and that's all you need to be.

At the very VERY VERY least, let us have an option to opt-out of future UI layout changes. OR give *NEW USERS* the OPTION to customize the UI layout when they join, if they want it to resemble twitter or reddit or anything else.

[ @staff @changes @humans @engineering @brickwhartley ]

#tumblr #changes to tumblr #changes #important #important thing #ask to tag #serious #dashboard

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adobe-outdesign · 5 months ago

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Earning NP in 2024: A Quick-Start Guide for New and Old Users

I feel like there’s a lot of people that struggle with making NP nowadays, both due to shifts in what is/isn’t profitable and a lack of clear direction for new players, so I thought I’d put this together to see if it helps anyone. (This was originally written for Reddit, but I figured people over here might find it useful as well.)

IMPORTANT: This guide just tells you what to do, not how things work. I’d recommend looking up more in-depth resources if you would like to understand the specific mechanics.

Also, please note that this guide is just what I’ve found most effective. Feel free to sound off in the comments if you want to add something you think is useful.

Part 1: The Big 8

The Big 8 are the dailies that I’ve found to be incredibly profitable; just doing these each day will earn you tens of millions of NP over a few months, and they’re pretty fast to complete. If you don’t do anything else, do these.

Bank Interest

Click the “collect interest” button.

Always collect your interest before you do anything else—remember, you can’t collect after depositing or withdrawing NP.

Note: Upgrade your account type (at the bottom of the bank page) as you save. This permanently increases your interest rate.

The interest rate does NOT go back down if you dip below the required amount after upgrading.

Shop Till

Technically this is just collecting the money from items you’ve sold, but if you follow this guide you’ll likely have a tidy sum to collect each day :)

The one is listed second because you can jump straight from here to Trudy’s, as the till’s old layout will make the Trudy’s notification appear if it hasn’t already.

Trudy’s Surprise

Click the “play” button.

Do this each day for 25 days to collect a 100K prize.

Note: Trudy’s also gives out Basic Gift Boxes, which are useful for NC trading.

Quest Log

First, check your weekly prize. To do this, click on the slider button to switch from your daily prize to your weekly one. Check the price of the prize.

If you like your weekly prize:

Complete all of your daily quests.

When all daily quests are complete, click on the NP bag to collect your 20K reward.

HIT REFRESH WHEN DONE. The clock at the top-right corner will disappear. This has to be done or the completion may not take.

Repeat for the week, then click on your prize at the end of the week to claim it.

If you do not like your weekly prize and want to change it:

Complete 4/5 of your daily quests (whichever ones are most profitable)

For the last quest, click the red “skip quest” button and confirm.

REFRESH THE PAGE. Once again, this is important.

The next day you should have a new prize. Continue skipping a quest per day until you get an item you like.

If you want to reset your weekly prize but already completed some days:

Follow the steps above. When you return the next day, your progress will be reset but your weekly prize will be the same.

Follow the steps above one more time. When you return the next day, you should have a new weekly prize.

Stock Market

To buy shares:

Go to the bargains page above.

Look in the right-hand column titled “curr” and find a stock with the number 15 (the cheapest you can buy shares at).

Copy the four-letter ticker symbol in the left-hand column labeled “ticker”.

Click on the “buy” link above and enter paste the ticker symbol into the first box, then enter “1000” into the second box (this is the max amount of shares you can buy per day). This will cost you 15K NP.

Repeat daily. Remember to diversify your portfolio (which is a fancy way of saying buy shares for different companies to increase your odds of getting a payout).

After you have bought a stock, go to the “my portfolio” page and look in the “current price” column.

If the number there is greater than 15, you have made a profit.

It is up to you to decide when to sell the stock. Waiting until 40–60 is average, but you can decide your own preferences here.

DO NOT ever sell a stock under 15. The stock market no longer crashes, so a stock that drops down has no choice but to eventually bounce back up.

Note: The stock market is a long-term investment. You may need to wait long periods of time before seeing a profit depending on how often you sell.

Food Club

Unlike other dailies, Food Club rolls over at 2:15 p.m. NST.

At 5:00 p.m. NST, a few Food Club board will automatically go up on this subreddit.

Click on the board and pick a betting table you like from the comments. I highly recommend u/nsheng’s standard or aggressive sets.

Once you have your table, submit your bets. To do this:

Click on “place a bet”.

Start with row 1 of your chosen betting table. On the “place a bet” page, select one pirate from each drop-down menu, then click the far-left checkbox for each.

Enter your betting amount. Your max bet is listed on the “place a bet” page, or you can enter a different amount. MAKE SURE THE AMOUNT IS THE SAME FOR EACH BET.

Hit “place this bet!”. Repeat this process ten times for all ten rows of your chosen betting table.

At 2:15 the next day, click “collect your winnings”, then go back to the “place a bet” page and enter that day’s 10 bets once the betting tables are posted on Reddit.

Note 1: How much you can bet (and by extension, make) depends on your account age, so this may be less useful to new players. It’s free passive NP either way however.

Note 2: There will be days you experience losses with Food Club. On average you will make back much more than what you invest as long as you stick with it, but with that said, make sure you’re only betting amounts you feel comfortable losing.

Battledome

The Battledome is unique in that you have to put some time and money into it to get something out of it, but the rewards are usually pretty high (making 100K+ a day isn’t uncommon).

To get started, you will need to train your pet and get them some weapons.

For training, follow the steps at the bottom of Battlepedia’s “Beginners’ Guide to Training” here.

For weapons, pick a beginner’s set from Battlepedia’s “Beginners’ Weapon Recommendations” here.

Once you have a basic weapon set and some beginner training, you’ll need to pick an opponent. Not all opponents are worth fighting!

/~SeasonalAttackP breaks down the stats, but the shortened version is that you’ll want to fight these opponents in this order, working your way up as you go (for difficulty, chose the hardest level you can manage for each opponent).

For premium users:

For regular users:

The end goal is to get to the point where your pet can 1-shot your chosen opponent with a single weapon without taking damage (this allows for the fastest dailies run possible). To do this:

Train your pet up to level 50 and give them the lens flare ability. This prevents opponents from attacking.

Give your pet a powerful bomb-type weapon. I recommend Varia is the Bomb, which currently goes for 3–5 mil and does 25 icons.

Train up your pet’s strength. How high your strength needs to be for a one-shot depends on what opponent you’re focusing on and if you’re using one or two weapons; you can use Battlepedia’s damage calculator here to get an idea.

You can earn up to 15 items a day; how many items you get per battle is random. DO NOT stop battling until the “You have reached the item limit for today! You can continue to fight, but no more items can be earned” message pops up.

(Note: You can continue to earn items after the “You have reached the NP limit for today” message pops up. It’s only when the item message appears that you can’t earn anything more.)

Stock Your Shop

Do this last so you can price any items you obtained from the previous 7 dailies.

Try to do this once per day, which will prevent massive backlogs of unpriced items taking up space in your shop.

Note: If you already have a backlog, you can use Jellyneo’s shop price checker to get an idea of how to price things—but use caution and double-check prices when appropriate, as the checker may not always be accurate.

Part 2: Optional Dailies

These won’t make you nearly as many NPs as the above, but if you’re in a hurry to earn NP these are useful additions. All of these have been vetted as low/no risk with either a decent daily reward or a slim chance at a very large reward.

Daily Puzzle (Note: Answers are posted on Jellyneo)

Rich Slorg

Anchor Management

Forgotten Shore (Note: You need all 9 map pieces for access; just buy them on the SW, as they’re dirt cheap)

Coltzan's Shrine

Deserted Tomb

Grave Danger (Note: Need a petpet attached to one of your pets for this one)

Fruit Machine

The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo Plushie of Prosperity

Tombola

Mysterious Negg Cave (Note: This one has a little puzzle to solve)

Faerie Caverns

Wishing Well (Note: Place 7 wishes @ 22 NP every 12 hours; you can use the recent winner’s list to get an idea of expensive items you can wish for)

Buried Treasure

Ye Olde Fishing Vortex

Part 3: Assorted Tips

Make sure to place any large amounts of NP into the bank immediately to protect yourself from random events. (I recommend keeping around 30K–50K on hand.)

Likewise, put any expensive items in your SDB or shop immediately.

It’s easier to make NP if you have NP. Try to save past your goals before making a large purchase so you have a “cushion” left over—it will save you a lot of time in the future.

Restocking used to be a good way to make NP, but currently bots snatch up all the valuable items. You can do it on the side and make a small profit by focusing on less profitable items, but it’s generally a time-intensive low-profit option.

Likewise, (traditional) games are a huge time sink with almost no profits (only 3K/game). Don’t bother unless you just want to play for fun.

For older players: You can use Jellyneo’s SDB Price Checker to find expensive items in your SDB to sell. Remember to double-check the prices on the SW/TP before selling!

Also for older players: Don’t forgot to check for unneeded Battledome weapons, old TCG cards, Neohome items, NeoDeck cards, and unused plot points.

It’s generally a good idea to sit on items from plots/events for a little while before selling—the price usually goes up over time (don’t wait too long though or it might be re-released!).

Always participate in plots and events when possible. Not only are they engaging, but the prizes are usually worth a decent amount.

And most importantly, remember to have fun!

#neopets #neotag #outdesign posts things #apparently copy/pasting bullets from reddit allows you to keep the indents on tumblr?? okay

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kradeelav · 4 months ago

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the tl;dr

IRON CROWN as a free comic is now off of wordpress and can be viewed by a neat, robust HTML/CSS/JS comic template called rarebit! effectively nothing has changed for the reader, beyond expecting a little more reliability of uptime over the years.

all comic pages and previously paywalled patreon posts can also be downloaded in this art dump for free, as mentioned in the new author's notes.

the long story:

When talking shop about site/platform moves under this handle, I think it's useful to realize that us (taboo) kink artists live in an actively adversarial internet now, compared to five years ago.

meaning that we have to live with an expectation that 99% of platforms (including registrars and hosting, let alone sns sites) will ban/kick us without warning. this might explain the overly cautious/defensive way we discuss technologies - weighing how likely (and easily) the tool can be used against us vs the perks.

for example: has a harassment mob bullied the platform owners into quietly dropping lolisho artists? trans artists? does the platform/technology have a clear, no-bullshit policy on drawn kink art (specifically third rail kinks like noncon)? does the platform have a long history of hosting r18 doujin artists/hentai publishers with no issue? does the company operate in a nation unfriendly to specific kinks (eg fashkink artists fundamentally incompatible with companies based in germany, when other kinks might be OK?). i talk with a few different groups of artists daily about the above.

but that gets tiring after a while! frankly, the only path that's becoming optimal long-term is (a) putting kink art on your personal site, and if possible, (b) self hosting the whole thing entirely, while (c) complementing your site with physical merch since it's much harder to destroy in one go.

with that said - I've been slowly re-designing all of my pages/sub-domains as compact 'bug out bags'. lean, efficiently packed with the essentials, and very easy to save and re-upload to a new host/registrar near instantly (and eventually, be friendly to self-hosting bandwidth costs since that's now a distant goal).

how does this look in theory, you ask?

zero dependencies. the whole IRON CROWN comic subdomain is three JS files, a few HTML files, one CSS file, and images. that's it.

no updates that can be trojan horse'd. I'm not even talking about malware though that's included; I'm talking about wordpress (owned by the same owners as tumblr cough) slipping in AI opt-outs in a plug-in that's turned on by default. I used to think wordpress was safe from these shenanigans because wordpress-as-a-CMS could be separate from wordpress-as-a-domain; I was wrong. they'll get you through updates.

robust reliability through the KISS principle. keep it simple stupid. malware/DDOS'ing has an infinitively harder time affecting something that doesn't have a login page/interactive forms. You can't be affected by an open source platform suddenly folding, because your "starter" template is contained files saved on your desktop (and hopefully multiple backups...). etc.

so how does this look in practice?

To be fair, you're often trading convenient new shiny UI/tools for a clunkier back-end experience. but i think it's a mistake to think your art site has to look like a MIT professor's page from 1999.

with IRON CROWN, I've effectively replicated it from a (quite good) comic template in wordpress to 98% of the same layout in pure HTML/CSS/JS via rarebit. Should rarebit's website go "poof", I've got the initial zip download of the template to re-use for other sites.

I frankly have a hard time recommending rarebit for an actively updating webcomic since you personally might be trading too many advantages like SEO tools, RSS feeds, etc away - but for a finished webcomic that you want to put in "cold storage" - it's amazing. and exactly what I needed here.

#not art #resource

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wobblesthecowgirl · 6 months ago

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I'm No O’Driscoll!

Chapter Three: Arthur's Doubts

Tags: Arthur Morgan x Femreader, enemies to lovers, O'Driscoll reader, game plot, Arthur doesn't have tuberculosis, eventual smut, age difference, 18+, mild gore

Word Count: 975

A/N: Sorry for a short chapter! Next chapter is going to be a long one...Lenny, Arthur, and Reader get drunk in Valantine! Comment how you want that to go! I've also changed the layout to see which is preferred.

Chapter One

Chapter Four

Arthur was starting to have doubts about letting both O’Driscoll’s join the gang. On the ride back to camp, he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of them gunning down those there. Especially her. Where did she learn to shoot like that? She’s too quick.

Luckily, when he arrived, the place was calm and peaceful…or as peaceful as it could be. He scanned for the new members: Kieran was getting some soup from a not so happy Pearson, and then he finally saw her. It was clear the first thing she did as a free woman was have a wash and brush her hair.

Arthur couldn’t deny that she was definitely pretty, but her sour attitude, O’Driscoll past, and constant scowl made him hate her so much that he could look past how beautiful she was. However, when he watched from afar, he saw how she interacted with Mary-Beth: Her eyes were soft, her mouth curled up slightly at the corners, and she was even laughing lightly at times.

For some reason, this only annoyed him further. He strode over towards the two women who were sat on a blanket, looking up at him.

“You behavin’ yourself?” He asked, and there it was. Her famous scowl.

“You’re not going to give me a minute’s peace, are you?”

Now that he was closer, he could see had to look through her long lashes, and she had a small scar along her neck like Javier. Mary-Beth coughed.

“Is there something you need, Arthur?”

He shook his head, “Oh no, I was just making sure our new friend wasn’t giving you any trouble. God knows she gives it out a lot.” The woman shook her head to disagree, putting her book down.

“Not at all! She’s actually pleasant company.”

It was Y/n’s turn to talk, “I’m right here. Which, for your information, I’m a delight when I actually like the person. But, for a strange reason, I don’t like big dumb grunts who shoot me!”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Give it a rest woman. You’re gonna have to get over that one day.”

The wind picked up slightly, making Y/n’s hair flow a little, and he was looking a bit too intently by accident. Mary-Beth stood up suddenly, causing the other two to turn to her. She excused herself, explaining she had chores to attend to, and scampered off. Arthur and Y/n stayed in awkward silence for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.

“Are you going to stand there or say something?”

He narrowed his eyes, staying stood because sitting next to her seemed too friendly, but the awkward pose of her sat looking up at him while he stood above her was just as bad.

“I’m just here to warn you that if you try anything- “

“Oh, give it a rest old man,” She spat as his eyes widened.

“Old man? You gotta be kidding, old man?”

Y/n laughed, tilting her head back slightly at his response. She stood up, dusting off her jeans. Despite being stood up now, she still had to look up. Tiny thing, she is. He asked, “And how old are you exactly?”

“Why? You interested?” She teased… flirted? He couldn’t tell, but he didn’t like either option.

He scowled at her, “Don’t be so cocky, girl. I’m askin’ ‘cos you’re acting like I’m as old as Hosea.”

“I’m in my early twenties, that’s all you’re getting.” She informed him, and for some reason, his stomach dropped. Arthur should’ve guessed she was young, she didn’t look older than thirty, but it still shocked him. Then she asked the same question. He chuckled lightly, looking away from her.

“I’m in my mid-thirties, old enough to be your Daddy.”

“Well, you don’t look a day over fifty.” She smiled sickly, enjoying tormenting the older man.

“Real mature of you.” He scoffed, before turning around without a goodbye. He couldn’t stand talking to her much longer; every single sentence she threw his way only jabbed him more and more, which would cause him to snap eventually. He found himself at Dutch’s tent, who was sat smoking a cigar and lost in thought. When he saw Arthur, his face lit up.

“Arthur! And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He took another puff.

“I just came to talk to you about that O’Driscoll girl.”

Dutch sat up straight, concern on his face, “Is she causing trouble?”

“Not exactly,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s about her aim. When we were at Six Point, I was about to get shot, but she saved me. Put a bullet right between the man’s eyebrows. In seconds. That ain’t normal.”

The music was blaring from inside the tent like it usually did at this time, and Arthur could hear the rest of the members shouting and laughing. It almost drowned Dutch out.

“Where are you going with this, son?” The leader asked. Arthur paused, rubbing his chin.

“My point is, I don’t think she’ll cause trouble, but keep an eye on the guns around here.”

Dutch leaned back into his chair, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Or, we could use her to our advantage.” He was already planning something, a new chess piece for his board. Arthur rose an eyebrow and asked, “What you plannin’?”

He nodded his head, thoughts and ideas running through his head, “We are going to get Sean back, having her behind the scenes could be very helpful. Especially in a place like Blackwater.”

“Dutch…” Arthur groaned, “I can’t trust her. She may’ve saved my life, but she probably did it to save her own hide.”

“Well then, sounds like you two need to do a little bonding.” Dutch smirked, taking the final huff of his cigar, as he continued to scheme; much to Arthur’s dismay.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan

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itmeansiris · 1 month ago

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Change of Plans Gen 1 pt.72

Madisons phone lit up the dark room. It had been going off nonstop for the last two hours the current time was 3:40pm. She stared at the screen, scrolling through the mix of notifications from Beckett and, to her surprise, Paris.

She slid her finger over Paris' messages deleting them without opening them first. When she got to Beckett's thread she clicked on it and started reading. The earliest was from around 1:30pm but she'd missed them while she was sleeping.

1:32pm Beckett: Just got off the train. Hope you're ready for today! I planned something...well you'll see.

1:47pm Beckett: Hope you are dressed warm it's chilly out. I think it might rain. 2:01pm Beckett: Just got to the statue in Sable Square.

2:30pm Beckett: Hey. I just tried to call you. 2:50pm Beckett: Did you forget about me? lol 3:10pm Beckett: Madison?

Then he'd tried calling again.

3:18pm Beckett: Is everything okay?

3:20pm Beckett: Did I do something wrong? I know I was kind of excited on the phone this morning, But I was just looking forward to seeing you.

3:21pm Beckett: I hope I didn't upset you.

3:30pm He called for a third time. That was the call that had woken Madison up. By the time she was fully awake to answer she had missed his call. He had sent three additional messages since.

3:33pm Beckett: Please just let me know you are okay.

3:35pm Beckett: I don't care if you bail on our date. I just want to know you're alright. 3:37pm Beckett: Please Madison Im so worried.

She closed the messages when her phone started to ring again. Beckett's picture filled the screen and she answered. She felt desperate to tell someone about what had transpired between her and Paris, plus she had been anticipating seeing Beckett for a week. She didn't want him to believe she had just stood him up.

Madison: Beckett. I'm so sorry.

Beckett: I'm so glad you're safe.

He sighed with relief.

Madison: Sorry, I worried you. I um..I laid down for a while when I was getting ready. I had a headache.

Beckett: Hmm. Maybe you're coming down with something.

Madison: Yeah, maybe

Beckett: You sound pretty out of it. If I haven't scared you, maybe we can try this another day? I'm sorry about all the calls and messages.

Madison: No don't apologize. It's nice to know someone would be looking for me if I was missing.

Beckett: It makes me sad to know you think no one would look for you. On the other hand, it's a relief you don't think I'm a crazy person.

She could imagine the handsome smile on his face as vividly as if he were standing in the same room.

Beckett: You should get some rest. I'll cal-

Madison: Beckett wait! I'm not in the mood to go out anymore, but..you're already in town....maybe you could come over?

There's a short pause.

Beckett: To your home? Are you sure?

Madison: Yeah. I could use the company.

Beckett: Is everything okay?

Her voice cracked as she replied.

Madison: No..it's not.

Beckett: Send me the address.

She texted him her home address without a second thought.

Beckett: I'll be there soon.

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Beginning

Sidebar: I wanted to explain the photo layout for this post. The first photo below the title picture is of Madison already reading her messages. The next two photos of her are meant to show 2 hours earlier showing her sleeping through Beckett's arrival and all of his messages. The fourth photo of Maddy is when Beckett's third phone call woke her up. So if you think back to the first photo it would technically be the photo after she woke up from the missed call if they were in chronological order. I didn't want anyone to think she was reading her messages and then went back to sleep randomly.

I'm so sorry I tried to get ALL complex with the order and timing and when it came together it made sense to me (I'm the writer of course it made sense to me. Duh!) but I wasn't sure it would make sense to anyone else.

I'm sorry if my explanation just added more confusion.

@rebouks Lazy Bones

@starrysimsie on the line & My Iphone

@simmireen shocked news

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #sims 4 screenshots #gen 1 #sims 4 romance #itmeansiris #sims 4 lovestruck #sims 4 legacy #solar system legacy challenge

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raccoonscupoftea · 5 months ago

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📈 A Dream of a Team

Timeskip!Kuroo X Co-worker!Y/n

Summary: You and Kuroo have to handle a spontaneous decision from a client for the next event.

Warnings: Swearing, heavy cheesy flirting, mention of gossip, Atsumu, Grammar mistakes cause english is not my first language.

| MASTERLIST | REQUESTS |

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"KUROO! L/N! in my office! right now!"

The loud voice of my chef yelled through our company rooms.

I looked over my computer to the Co-worker infront of me. Said co-workers did the same and our eyes met. We hold eye contact for a second before we both started to giggle and stood up in sync, walked over to the glass door from our chef.

Kuroo opened the door for me and closed the door again as we were inside of the office.

Chef was holding his head over a piece of paper and signed. As he heard that the door was closed again, he started to talk about his problems.

"The Sponsor wants a complete and new advertising in less than a week" his voice was broken and devastated.

I rolled my eyes at this statement and Kuroo sighed as well.

Of course, they want to change it. I thought they were happy with the current layout. That's why I hate clients so much.

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder which grounded me immediately. It's was Kuroos.

"Any preferences" Kuroo asked slightly annoyed.

The chef grabbed a piece of paper and handed it over to the both of us "Just make sure that the majority of these points are covered"

While talking, Kuroo had taken the paper from him and looked at it. He then also showed it to me.

I glanced over the points and my mood immediately dropped again. "Are they serious?" I snatched the paper out of Kuroos hand and looked closer, hoping that I have misread it. Unfortunately I did not. "That's the complete opposite of what we had planned already"

The grinding of my teeth could be heard in every corner of the office. "I know" our chef breathed out "but it can't be helped"

"Don't worry, we got this, right Y/n?" I wasn't answering Kuroos question, just continued to sulk. He turned me around to the door "We aren't a dream team for nothing" Kuroo then opened the door and pushed me out of the office.

As soon as the door closed behind us, his smile faded as well. He took another look at the paper I was holding. His head landed on my shoulder as he read the points and soon breathed out against my neck "These Idiots. Do they even know how much work this is"

Now it's my time to lift up the spirits. I padded his head with my left hand and ruffled his hair as well "As you said, we got this"

Another sigh.

"Hey, at least we get to see our friends again"

He laughed a little and stood up straight again "Yeah" a grin spread over his lips "Time to annoy these volleyball idiots once again"

I then also laughed with a mischievous hint. "I love disturbing their practice"

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The car was parked at an empty slot by the parking area. The place was empty but Kuroo still decided to park at the farthest spot to the gyms entrance.

"Why did you park here? Out of all places"

As soon as I finished my sentence, Kuroos hand went over to mine, took it and raised it "Can't a man not want to be together with his lover a little longer" He was about to kiss my knuckles, but I quickly pulled my hand away. I looked outside the window and felt the heat burning in my head. My heart as well beated a few strokes faster.

"You're insufferable" I voiced out. In the reflection of the car window I could see his ever known smirk "But you love me for it"

This motherf-.

I quickly opened the car door and stepped outside. Just then I realised I had forgotten something and climbed inside with one knee.

Kuroo was looking at me and holding the thing to me I had forgotten, still smirking. I grabbed the camera from the bottom and then climbed back out of the car.

"you're coming? Mr. Insufferable"

I watched him climb out of the car as well, and he looked pleased and breathed out happily while straightening his tie a little"I can't take how lovely my little lover is to me. These cute nicknames"

"One day I'm going to suffocate you in your sleep"

He turns around to me, looking surprisingly at me over the roof of the car. "We're going to sleep together in one bed? Oh you pervert" He acted to suprised and hold a hand Infront of his mouth.

My lips turned into an annoyed smiled. He still is the asshole I met in highschool, and he still is the same asshole I fell in love with. Worst thing is, he knows.

Kuroo quickly fell back into his normal behaviour and walked around the car. He held a hand out for me, but instead of taking it, I linked my arm into his arm and we both walked to the entrance of the Gym. Like the cursed couple we are, we couldn't just walk straight. No, we walked in sync and sawyed from left to right. Sometimes with huge steps sometimes with small steps. Of course, we laughed loudly while doing so.

As we reached the entrance, we began to be normal human beings again and concentrated at the task at hand. We first headed over to the ground level seats and we walked down to the front row. I sat down while Kuroo leaned against the railing.

The guys seemed to be very emerged with their practice this time. Normaly they would have spotted us while we were walking down the seats. I hung the camera around my neck and stood up myself, checking out what the volleyball players were doing.

They were currently on their bench, drinking and drying off some sweat. That's why they haven't seen us. It didn't took long and a certain orange accidentally looked over while drinking.

"Oh" He began to smile "L/n-san, Kuroo-san" He pointed at the both of us. I waved over to him and smiled. At the exact same second the other players leaned over and took a glance at us too.

Kuroo was the first one to call over thier trainer, to explain why we're here and why we needed the players again.

He just sighed but agreed to let the practice stop for today.

As we were on the field, Hinata was the first to jump up to me, Bokuto right after him. "L/n-san I thought we would see eachother again at the event"

"Yeah, why you here?" Atsumu joined them.

I smiled at them in pain "The Sponsor was not happy with our plans for the advertising and demanded another one"

No comments appeared so I put up my camera in both hands "that's why I'm here to make new photos. Can't work with the old ones because they are all in a different angle, wrong shade, wrong lighting, wrong everything. Even the damn layout is wrong. Can't just use the old one, No I have to pull out a new one of my ass at the end of the week. Do they even realise us graphic designers are just humans as well? Is that to much to ask?"

After my little angry rant I had 4 pairs of eyes staring at me. First only the trouble makers glanced at me but as soon as my voice got louder, Sakusa also looked over a bit worried.

He was worried for a good reason. I nearly kicked my food full force against the wall and an injury wouldn't be best for all of us present.

"So" Atsumu started and placed both hands on my shoulder "Now that you calmed down your pretty face, shal we do a photoshoot"

"Hands off, Miya" Kuroo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tried to brush away Atsumu's hands from my shoulder.

Both men then started the other down. "Tsumu, you know I'm taken right?"

The blondes eyes wandered away from the black head with a smirk. "yeah, but I dunno who anymore, probably not someone important"

Kuroo was about to say something, but his work phone interrupted him. I also looked over to him, recognising the ring tone. He looked at it "It's Chef. I'm back in a sec" he then eyed Atsumu "Stop flirting with my Woman" and he was gone.

There was silent for a split second.

"Really, what do you see in his strange brain?"

"A lot more than in yours. Now let's get this shit done"

As my counter left my lips I heard Bokuto laugh of his ass in the far back with the voice calling out "She just called you dump, bro" but the laughing didn't stop.

As always Bokuto's laugh made me a little bit more happier. Even more when it's on someone's misery.

I soon started to take pictures of the team and on individuals as well. I made sure to get the points on the list done without it looking like shit.

We were midway through as Kuroo returned with a somewhat displeased face. I prepared my mental state to work my ass off every night.

Before he started to talke he first sighed. That's bad.

"We can stop. They changed their mind again. It's the original plan they want"

I stood up straight from my photo making position and my eyes emitted disbelief "No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Really, Yes"

"I'm going to add another zero to the invoice for that shit"

Kuroo at least laughed a little "please don't, it's already in the millions"

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After a devastating and hurtful scream from me, we have decided to eat out with our 3 friends. I asked Sakusa as well, but he declined as always.

Despite the rough start and the turbulences with the client, who's indecisive as fuck, I could say I had a good day. No stuffy office work and time to spend with old friends.

The event got closer and closer and my nerves got more stressed until the event was finally over. Late at night, car still parked at the event place and kuroo and me sat inside the car. We were discussing what was working as intended and what needed improvement for the next event.

I was writing down what Kuroo said as I Heard him say

"I've heard that the one client was regretting the advertising and wished he had gone with the second one"

I quickly hit 'save' on the document on my laptop before I closed it shut "For real? Oh I'm wishing I had seen him today to tell him my opinion"

Kuroo laughed "And you don't know who he showed up with?"

"Don't tell me-"

There was only an agreeing hum coming from my co-worker and I immediately knew who.

That's how every event ends. The both of us doing some finishing work before we dive head first into gossip and shit talking.

What more can I ask for?

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyu x you #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #hq kuroo

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itsohh · 2 years ago

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Death Goes to Disco Part 3

A/N: Female reader, due to all the uh support from here and over at ao3 on what was supposed to be two parts, yeah I’m continuing. Dunno how much we winging it at this point.

Summary: After accepting Price's offer to join 141, you now have to deal with the fact that your new squadmates are the men you had a mindblowing threesome one-night stand with.

Word count: 4147

Warnings: None

AO3 Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Water dripped behind you, remnants of your recently finished shower. Hair still wet your arms leaned on the sink. With one hand you wiped away the steam that had settled on the mirror to reveal your face. To be back at Papakura, to be back at base. It was almost surreal. It had been so long, a lifetime ago. Yet not much has changed, you would be lying if you didn't fall back into your old rhythm. But it would never be the same, all those friends, all your family you had on base. Gone.

Your eyes gazed at yourself, your eyes specifically on the patches on your vest. It was good to wear your flag again. It felt right to have that NZSAS patch instead of the Shadow Company one. Two weeks you spent there. Two weeks of preparation that was almost up. Today was your last training day on base before you had to pack up. Then it would be off to the UK.

"A new chapter." You whispered to yourself and met your own eyes. At the sound, your shoulders relaxed and you pushed off the sink basin. For the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled. Genuinely smiled.

You had thought that they would send you on a commercial flight but you were wrong. Duffle back slung over your shoulder. A groan left your lips as you stretched a bit. You had slept through a decent amount of the flight but now your body was a little sore and stiff. The overly bright led lights had you squint and slowly you walked out of the aircraft and out of the tarmac.

One man stood there patiently waiting.

Price.

"Good to see you accepted my offer, Sergeant." He greeted you with a nod and you walked up to him.

"It was good to have options, sir. Thanks for not killing me." You nodded back and the pair of you started to walk together.

"I should be thanking you for not killing my squad."

"Call it even then sir?"

"Can do. Right, let's get this out of the way. Have you been here before?"

"A few times in the past."

"Do you remember the layout?"

"Enough not to get completely lost." He scratched his beard and nodded.

"Good, I can work with that. You have been assigned a room, I'll show you where that is." He paused and let out a breath. "The walls are rather thick but not completely soundproof. I say this because I happen to be in the room next to yours."

"Does that mean I'll hear your snoring through the wall then?" You couldn't help the way your lips curled up. Price glanced towards you for a moment.

"None of that cheek now." Despite his words, he too has a smile on his face. "Jokes aside we all share a dorm. Try to be considerate of everyone else."

"Will do."

"Good to hear. Right, you can put your stuff in the room when we get there. Laswell wants to have a video call with you."

"Laswell?"

"Back in Las Almas, she was the friend I was talking about. You will get orders from myself, Ghost and her. It's important you get used to her voice. We do training exercises and hired help in SpecGru so get used to the team around you."

"The PMC?"

"That's the one, we do training with and against KorTac."

"Never a dull moment?"

"That's one way of putting it."

"This here's my office." His eyes looked up and made contact with yours. "Always knock before you enter."

"Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise."

"Good." His eyes looked down at the laptop as he opened it. "Maybe you can get Soap to do the same." He grumbled under his breath.

Price fiddled with the computer some more until a call started.

"Kate."

"John."

"Good to hear from you, here with the Sergeant." He moved slightly to the side and positioned the laptop in front of the pair of you.

"Disco, heard good things. You did well in Las Almas." She nodded towards you.

"Just tried to do what I could in a bad situation."

"Not many would do what you did, don't cut yourself short." She had this hard gaze on her. One that screamed not to argue.

"How is Las Almas since we left?"

"In mourning, broken but they will heal. Alejandro is already in the process of rebuilding."

"Shadow Company?" At your question, she glanced at Price but answered regardless.

"With the death of Graves and your absence the company is collapsing. The command chain has been broken and I've had reports of some being bought out and others abandoning their post. Their competitors have been quick to snatch up their contracts."

"What happened to Derek and Pepper?" Your eyes turned to Price for this.

"The men who surrendered with you?" Kate asked and you gave her a single nod.

"From what I gathered they both went back to America and gave up military life. I know one decided to help their husband with a bakery and the other I had recommended to one of my contacts in the FBI." Despite your rather emotionless expression, you couldn't help but relax at the thought. At least you helped them. A knock on Laswell's door had her pause and glance towards it. You could hear the briefest muffled sound through it but weren't able to decipher what was being said.

"Unfortunately I have to cut this short but it's good to have you onboard."

"Good to be here ma'am." She nodded to John and the stream cut.

"I would ask if she was MI6 but she sounded too American." You pushed off the desk.

"CIA, same thing really. Right, now that's out of the way. Go rest up and unpack. Get rid of that jetlag before it settles in. It's also bloody late. Dismissed." You were a little surprised and he sighed when he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Bloody 1am delivery." You heard him grumble under his breath before you left his office.

The room they had assigned you was decently large. In the corner of the room was a queen-sized bed pressed against the wall. Above it was a window covered by a pair of curtains. On each side of the bed was a small little bedside table, one of them had a simple lamp on top. At the foot of the bed was a decently-sided chest. Standing facing towards the bed with your door behind you, there was a desk to the right of you with an office chair.

Another door was to the right, in the middle of the wall which lead to your private bathroom. Next to that door was a set of drawers and a bookcase above it.

All and all, it was a pretty decent room. Sure Hereford was a downgrade from the king bed and suite of a room that you had at Shadow Company but still better than the rather small room you had at Papakura Military Base. Then again, you did have a house just out of town to escape to. Here in England, you didn't have that luxury. Your mind wandered a bit at the thought. Perhaps you should invest in an apartment somewhere, just to get away on the longer breaks. Then you wouldn't have to fly back but wouldn't have to be stuck on base.

A breath came from your nose and you flopped your back onto the bed. Despite the fact you had already napped on the trip over, you couldn't help but feel the true weight of your heavy eyelids. Just for a moment, the rest of your eyes you promised yourself. Only to immediately fall asleep a second later.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Your eyes cracked open with a groan. The thumping against your wall wasn't particularly loud yet it was still loud enough for you to hear. You leaned over to your side and grabbed your phone to see the time. 6am. You had managed to sleep for about five more hours.

Slowly you got off the bed and stretched out your body. You closed the bathroom door which cut off the small echo of thumping against your bathroom wall. Mentally you tried to engrain that into your head. To shut that door every right. The light to your bedroom soon clicked on and you started to unpack.

Most of your clothing was all new, either supplied to you by NZSAS or some of the clothing you had found at your old home. Tucked away in your old closet it had taken a decent amount of washing to get that old clothes smell out but you succeeded regardless.

You hadn't brought a lot of personal items. But there was one picture you brought. A framed picture that had you pause when you picked it up out of your bed.

It was an old picture, very old. It has been taken when you were still a rookie. Your Lieutenant still a Sergeant. She stood next to you with a wide smile on her face. The pair of you were surrounded by your squad mates with equally big grins on their faces. Everyone was covered in mud but you could still see the little red flag that was in your grip.

"Good job rookie, you did well!" You could still remember the praise on her lips and the smile on your then Captain's face. Still caught up in the memory, you placed the picture on your desk. It seemed like such a simpler time, back when everyone was still alive.

Half an hour later with fresh clothes on you clicked open your door only to immediately become face-to-face with the occupant of the door across from you. "Oh hey, Disco right?" He seemed a little surprised to see you but gave you a warm smile regardless.

"Uh yeah, your Gaz? Am I pronouncing that right?"

"Yeah, Kyle if it's easier for you. I don't mind. Are you heading out for breakfast? I'm going there myself if you would like to join."

"Sure, I could use the company. I think I had like a 65% of remember correctly where it is."

"Oh, you have been here before?" He shut the door behind him and the pair of you started to walk together.

"Yeah a few times way back. Normally we used to do training in-house or with the Aussies but on the odd occasion we would come here."

"Must have been a long time ago."

"Yeah, it was."

"Surprised you know the layout at all."

"I try to memorize buildings as much as I can."

"Fair, it can make the difference between life and death." The cafeteria wasn't too far away and soon the pair of you settled into the room. There was a decent amount of people in there and you followed him to the breakfast bar.

"Anything I should avoid?"

"Nah, the food here's pretty good. Just make sure you never get coffee or tea from one of the machines. Not many people use it and I swear it's never been cleaned a single time since I've been here." He gestured over to the machine against the wall.

"Duly noted."

Soon the pair of you had settled into a table in the corner of the room. All tables had a few people at them except the one you sat at. There were a few glances your way but no one said or did anything about it. "Alright, what's with the looks?" You subtly gestured with your head. Gaz looked up for a moment and shrugged.

"Not sure, probably cause you're someone new. It's not too often new operatives, let alone at your rank. Uh." You could see him glance at your shirt but without your identification, he wasn't able to figure it out.

"Sergeant." You said and he nodded and took a bite.

"Didn't keep you at Lietentiant when you jumped aboard?"

"I haven't earned that here. Besides I like being a Sergeant. I'm sure I'll learn a lot under you boys."

"Price is a good teacher and so is Ghost when he speaks up." He nodded. "Speaking of Price I'm surprised he's not up yet, normally he's first to rise."

"Might have got to do with me. I arrived at 0100 hours this morning." Kyle let out a low whistle.

"Damn, no wonder no one saw you come in. Anyway, welcome to the team."

"Thanks, met Laswell. What's her deal?"

"Laswell? She's the one that sends us out, pretty damn good with a rifle herself though."

"And what about you Gaz, what's your deal?"

"Haven't really got one to be honest. As basic as it sounds, I want to do good. Everyone here does."

"In SAS in general or 141?"

"I would say the prior but I don't know everyone so I'll go with the latter." A tray settled down next to Gaz and you looked up to see Price there. A porridge and a coffee.

"Disco, Gaz."

"Captain."

"Sir."

"Hope you managed to get some rest last night." Price nodded to you.

"Not the ideal amount but I'm sure I'll stabilize in a day or so."

"Good, can't have you dealing with sleep deprivation."

"So what's the plan for today?" Gaz asked and Price took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, then those two finally get out of bed, you lot are hitting the mats. I want to find out every weakness Disco here has."

You choked on your food for a second and Price gave you a grin at the edge of his cup. "So we know what to work on."

"Never such thing as too good." You shrugged and Price let out a small chuckle.

"That's the attitude, let's see if you still have it in a couple of hours."

The morning was rather relaxed. Conversation with Price and Gaz wasn't too awkward and you found yourself getting used to it. A sigh left Price's mouth as you all finished up. "Where in the bloody hell are those two?" He huffed.

"Did you want me to check up on them?" Gaz offered and Price's lips curled up and he glanced at you.

"Won't subject you to whatever has them busy. We can get started without them. You happy to spar in that?" He gestured to your plain shirt.

"Sure am."

"What about you Gaz?"

"Ready to go any time."

"Good, right let's get out there."

The indoor gym was a decently sized room. One that you found yourself in the corner of. With all the mats set out, Price stood to the side with his arms crossed.

"Any rules?" You glanced at him as you stretched.

"Try not to injure each other. No permanent injuries. Usual stuff. I'd like you both in one piece." You nodded and relaxed your body as you stepped into place.

"You ready?" You asked and Gaz gave you a nod, his eyes hardening.

"Gimmie what you got."

Instinct took over as the pair of you started. Years of training kicked in at ease and you allowed your body to work reflexively. Gaz wasn't bad, in no way. He played the perfect balance of offensive and defensive. His stamina was one to envy as well. The pair of you ended up in a long dance where neither of you really had the advantage over each other.

The pair of you were in ways, learning about each other. Each other's style, exactly how you fought. So, as Gaz danced with you, you decided to change up the song. Gaz went to punch you with his right arm. Until that moment you had either dodged or blocked. This time was a little different, you ducked under and grabbed his wrist.

With his continued movement, you brought it with you behind his back. Your foot stepped on his back calf forcing him forward. With one hand trapped by you, his other hand shot out to break his fall. However, you didn’t let him fall. Your free arm wrapped around his throat to choke him. It took a few seconds before you felt his slap against your arm and you immediately let go of his throat and stepped off his calf.

Gaz sank properly on his knees and you let go of his wrist once he was stable. “You good?”

“Yeah. You were toying with me.” He coughed with a weak smile.

“I would prefer to call it learning.” You shrugged and held your hand out for him. He slapped his hand into yours and you gave it a decent tug.

“I’d like to see how you would be in the field Sergent.” Price cocked a brow and his eyes moved from yours to the two men who approached the three of you. Soap stretched as he walked and Ghost stalked behind him.

“About time you two got up. Have a late night boys?”

“You could call it that. Sorry for the delay.” Soap spoke and his eyes settled on you. You could practically feel them size up your slightly sweaty body. “Disco, long time no see. What you doing here?” Your eyes glanced from Soap to Ghost.

“Training.” You could practically feel the way Ghost’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Speak of, Soap your up.” Gaz walked to the side of Price and took the bottle of water that sat on the floor. Meanwhile, Soap stretched his body out with a grin on his face.

“Sparing eh? I’ll go easy on you after last time.” He winked. He waved his hands out and took a position opposite you on the mat. Soap was a little different from Gaz, you had seen him work before. He was aggressive, fast to act and destroy defences. Right away you knew you would need to be on the offensive.

“Really?”

“Give me your best.” He winked. The grin on his face was quickly wiped off his face when you immediately jabbed towards him. Soap managed to narrowly miss your punches and jump back. “Right into it I-” You kicked his side and he let out a grunt. Now aware that you weren’t holding back he shut up. With your right arm, you went to punch him but he snatched your wrist. You continued on your moment and pressed into his grip for only a second before you jerked your hand free.

Soap was fast though, now behind you, he wrapped an arm around your throat. Just like Las Almas. There was no hesitation in your movements, you stepped to the side of Soap and grabbed his legs with both arms. Ignoring the hold on your neck you picked him up and slammed him down into the mat, breaking the hold around your neck instantly.

In his slightly stunned state, you pounced on the man. Ankles over his, your hands caught both his wrists and slammed them into the mat. Pinned. “I let you take me last time.” Soap stared up at you, his through bobbing and a light red dusted over his cheeks.

“An’t that the truth.” His bottom lip parted while his eyes landed on yours. He was painfully obviously aroused. You glanced away from him and slowly got off. Just as you had held a hand out for Gaz, you held one out for him. Soap continued to stare at you. You saved your hand impatiently and he snapped out.

“Thanks.” He swallowed and you pulled him up.

“Never underestimate your opponent Johnny.” Ghost glared at the man.

“Yup, fucked that one.” You looked over to Price to see him frowning at his phone.

“Gaz, with me.” His eyes snapped up. “Since you two decided to waste our time today see it as your punishment to make sure Disco is settled in properly.”

“Wait settled in?” Soap started to ask but was brushed off by the wave of Price’s hand. The two men promptly left and you were left with Ghost who had an expressionless look on his face and Soap who looked a little confused but not overly bothered. Both of them stared at you.

“What did the Captain mean, settle in. How long are you staying?”

“She joined 141 Johnny.” Ghost's deadpan voice had John gaping at you for a moment.

“Yeah someone supposedly someone gossiped a bit about Las Almas.” You walked over to your bottle of water.

“You're against that?” Ghost asked and you leaned over to grab your drink.

“No, just curious why go to the trouble.”

“Our reports are thorough. What Price and Laswell make of them is up to them.” Ghost was an enigma in a sense. Johnny was pretty obvious with his opinions and his emotions but when Ghost was like this, you couldn’t quite tell exactly what any of it meant. The pair of you started each other, neither saying a word. There was an uncomfortable silence between the three of you. You had been certain that spending the night with them would be a one-time thing. Something that they most likely thought the same. Then after everything that happened, you knew being face to face with them like this was the last thing they thought would happen.

“So where does Price have you holed up? When did you get here?” Soap finally broke the silence. Bottle in your hand, you relaxed your shoulders.

“The room next to his. I got here at like 0100 hours this morning.” Johnny immediately let out a cough and your eyes shot up.

“The one in between Ghost and his room?”

“I don’t know. It’s opposite Gaz?” You pressed the bottle against your lips and slowly took a drink. While Soap went to compose himself you could feel Ghost's eyes watching you.

“Oh fuck. We uh, sorry if we woke you up aye.”

“It’s fine, I just need to remember to close the bathroom door. ” You shrugged and snapped the bottle closed. “Don’t think Price was too happy about you two being late though.” You placed the bottle back down and readied back into a stance.

“Shit.”

“Ready for another go?” You smiled and he nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard on you.”

The morning went rather fast and eventually, the pair of you ended up drenched in sweat. Eventually that lead to Ghost taking over when you took down John for the fifth time in a row. “Not many people can take down Ghost like that.” John slapped you on your back as the three of you walked to the showers.

“The higher they are, the harder they fall or something.” You shrugged. “There's some tall people out there, I’ve learned to use that against them.”

“God and we fall, whats with you and hitting the left side, going to feel this for days.”

“I doubt that aches the least of your worries.” You muttered under your breath. "Your weak on your left side. Seem to slow you down a little more than your right." You spoke up and started to separate into the showers.

“Johnny.” You looked over your shoulder to see that John has continued on with you. Only at the sound of his name did he realise and swerved around to join Ghost to your amusement. The showers on your side were completely empty and you ended up having a rather long shower. Zoned out you didn’t realise how long you truly took until you got out.

With the two men nowhere to be seen, you found your way to the cafeteria. With a quick scan, you managed to locate them. Both of them were at the exact same table that you had shared with Gaz and Price that morning. It made you wonder if there was a specific reason. After you collected your food you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. Looking up your eyes made contact with Johns. With a smile, he gestured for you to join him. Ghost had his mask slightly moved up as he ate. Tucked away in the corner no one else except for you and John could see the small stubble on his face. Adverting your gaze you sat down next to Soap.

“So Price and Gaz are out on a mission together. Don’t know when they will be back.” Johnny leaned back and you realised that he had already finished his lunch while Ghost had little left of his.

"After you finish lunch we move out." Ghost said much to both your surprise and John's.

"Where they sending us to this time? Surprised they aren't just shipping you off by yourself."

"Someone has to keep you in check."

"Ah Ghost that's just your way of saying you'd miss me." He grinned.

"Greenland. Prepared for the cold." Ghost ignored John and you nodded. "We will brief more in Price's office."

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