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I would literally rather walk into the ocean and never be seen again than scrounge around for approval for my fandom opinions from random strangers and bite people who didn't give it like some kind of starving rat and I must admit it shocks me that this is not the normal train of thought for everyone.
#queue#i cannot stress enough#that if i dislike a character or ship and people's response is like well that sounds like a you problem? point in its favor honestly.#but if people send hate over it? i will move from eh it's not my thing to oh this guy or ship is for miserable losers#i cannot stress how important it is to ice out the harassers/false accusation makers even if you agree with their preferences#you will be dragged down by association and you'll deserve it
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End Game 9
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.
Characters: Andy Barber
Note: this wasn't my planned update but here we go.
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Your grandmother is where she always is. In her chair reading her book. She doesn’t look up and you don’t bother saying a word. She’s getting exactly what she’s always wanted and she doesn’t even realise it. She’s getting rid of you. Another thing you’ve done for her that she’ll never acknowledge.
You go into your room and look around. You sit on the bed and examine each wall. You’re not going to miss this place, just your freedom. There is no illusion left around Andy. He’s shown how far he’ll go to make his will your own. You don’t expect him to ‘take care of you’ as he keeps promising, not in the way it sounds.
You huff and hold your head. You’re not going to sleep. You don’t have time to. You have to figure out what to take with you. What do you tell your grandmother? She won’t care either way, will she. She’ll finally have her empty nest. At least someone will have what they want.
You don’t have much to your name. Your switch, your headset, controllers; that’s the expensive stuff. Your clothes are mostly used, easily replaceable. You’re not really worried about dressing up.
You spend the hours going through every little nook and cranny. You’re not sentimental, you don’t have much that it more than material. Only a box of keepsakes from the few years of your life; a friendship bracelet the neighbour girl gave you before she moved away, some meaningless award you won in grade school for attendance, and the only thing left to you by your parents, besides resent; a baby sweater you wore when they thought they could love you.
You fit everything you’re taking in a single bag. The rest you box up and drag out to the curb. In the early hours, the house is quiet and you try not to make too much noise. Your grandmother’s snores stir from her room. She’s blissfully ignorant just as always.
You strip the bed and put the sheets and blanket in the wash. Hopefully you can switch it over before you go. You wipe down the furniture with a wet cloth and dust the corners and the empty closet. You’re covered in sweat and breathless by the time you have the entire space barren. You’re so tired you’re dizzy but closing your eyes only brings Andy’s voice to mind.
There’s a creak and you raise your head as the ripples dissipate. Your grandmother slouches as she clings to the door handle and scowls. She looks around the room and her grey brow twitches.
“Eh, what’re you doing?” She growls, “making all this noise.”
“Leaving,” you shrug.
“Leaving? To where?”
You’re dumbfounded she’s even asked. You sit up and show your hands, “gotta go back to school soon anyway so I’m going to crash with Kara. I’ll leave money on the table when I go.”
“Oh.”
That’s all she says before she goes. She believes you only because she doesn’t care enough to doubt you. You hang your head and sigh. You can’t help but think of what Andy said. You hate to admit it but he’s right. There’s no one else who wants you. It doesn’t make him a better option, just the only.
Thinking makes your head hurt. Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep. You check your phone and wrap up the charging cord. Morning already. Nearly 7am. You spent hours clearing out your old life; a life that was never really living.
There’s a message waiting for you. Two. Both from Andy. The first is a good night you never answered and the second from just twenty minutes ago, asking if you’re awake. You send a thumbs up. That’s all you can handle right now.
The call comes almost as soon as the message sends and the check mark turns blue. You answer without hesitation. Your so numb to the inevitability of it all, there’s no sense in avoiding any of it. You just want this over with even though you know it won’t be.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Andy purrs from the other end. Your throat clenches and your cheeks tug into a frown. “How are you?”
You go to speak and cough, your mouth dry. You clear your throat and rub your forehead as it throbs with the effort, “awake. Packed.”
“Oh, honey, you sound tired.”
“Mm,” you hum flatly.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he says, “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” He pauses, waiting for the lies you won’t give him. “Well, when do you wanna head out? Do you need a little more time?”
“Ready,” you utter. Not really ready but resigned.
“Sure, sweetheart, I’ll just get myself together and be over in twenty minutes, how does that sound?”
Why is he asking you like you have a choice? You garble an agreement and hang up. You put the phone down as you sit on the naked mattress and stare. Your head is swimming with fatigue. As you close your eyes, the fear returns. You’re really doing this.
You fold over your lap and whimper. It’s over, not that it ever really begun. Not that you were ever really expected much. You just wanted to be your own person, have your own space, make your own way. For once in your life, you just wanted to be you.
Andy isn’t going to let that happen. You don’t know him but you know he wants you to be something you aren’t. Whether it’s delusion or cruelty, you don’t know, but you know something isn’t right. It can never be right.
You get up and unlock your phone. You key in a message with the last of your strength; ‘meet me at the corner’. You don’t think she’ll bother herself but you wouldn’t want your grandma to see the truth. You’re not sure she’d even care enough to judge you.
You come out as she grumbles into a coffee cup. You roll your bag behind you and grab your jacket from the hook by the door; a light canvas one you wear in the mornings when the dew chills the air. She stares at the television as the news blares at her.
“Here,” you take out the little bit of cash you have left to your name and place it on the table at her elbow, “I’m... going now.”
“Erm,” she grunts and slurps the coffee. She doesn’t even look at you. Should you tell her you’re not coming back? You leave your keys with the money
You just turn and pull your bag after you to the door, stopping only to put your shoes on. You open the front door and step out into the soft hues of morning. It would be a beautiful day if the world hadn’t gone gray.
Your bag wheels scratch the pavement behind you, the whole thing jostling at the end of the long handle. You head down to the corner and park yourself on the curb, waiting as your eyes rove the area. You take it all in; the fences, the hedges, the cracked birdbath, and the few welcome signs on doors.
The low whir of an engine approaches. You know without looking it’s him. But you do. You have to face it.
“Hey,” Andy steps out as you stand on the curb. “Let me get this, sweetheart.”
He reaches back inside the car and hits a switch. The trunk opens on its own. Is it pathetic that you’re kind of impressed by that? You’ve only seen trunks that you open with your hands. He lifts your bag inside easily and taps another button, the hatch closing slowly behind him.
“Come on, you look beat,” he touches your shoulder and you flinch, curling inward as you shake his hand away. “I brought you a coffee. Not the hotel brew, the good stuff.”
You numbly follow him around to the other side. He opens the car door and you stare at the interior. You take a breath and grab the trim of the door and haul yourself inside. You drop heavily into the seat and your head bounces against the rest.
He lingers. You feel his gaze on you. He’s expecting something you can’t give him. Not yet. You don’t know if ever. You let out a murmur as he leans in to kiss your cheek. You fight not to show your disgust.
“Just relax. I’ll drive, you get some sleep, sweetheart,” he caresses your arm. You don’t react. Not a look, not a flinch.
He shuts the door and walks along the hood. You watch him through the windshield. He’s wearing one of those suits. Dark navy slacks and white shirt with a black tie. You let your head loll and see the matching jacket folded neatly in the back seat.
He gets in the car, his weight felt in the axle. He hits the button to wake the engine and buckles his belt. He glances over.
“Hey, safety first.”
You huff. He's acting like the dad you never had. You click the seat belt into place and turn your face to the window. He inhales deeply and lets it out slow before he puts the SUV into gear.
“You say goodbye to grandma?”
“Mm... mhmm,” you grumble.
“She’ll miss you, huh?”
Your lip curls and you hide your face as you focus on the houses rolling slowly by. Why is he playing this game? Did he not throw her apathy in your face to get here?
“Did you bring your switch? We could play some at the hotel,” he offers.
You close your eyes and ball your fists. It takes everything you have left not to scream and hit him. It’s like he’s rubbing it in. He won! He won!
And you lost. Just like always.
“What about Kara?” You ask crisply.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re hoarse. Try some of the coffee,” he reaches to flick the top of a travel mug. You narrow your eyes as you follow the gesture. The purplish pink metal is topped with a white plastic lid. On the side, the outline of a game controller is patterned on the multicoloured finish. “It’s a good brew. Only a few places I’ve found have it. I’ll take you to the shop back home once you’re settled.”
You’re not arguing with him. You’ve seen how far that gets you. You take the cup and pop the tab on top. You take a tentative sip as you feel the heat within.
“I added some sugar,” he says.
“I don’t like sugar,” you snap the lid shut and put the lid back.
“Oh, sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “guess we have a lot to learn about each other.”
“Kara,” you insist again.
He sighs and taps his fingers on the wheel, “I called last night. They’re holding her so we can pay the bond.”
We? He’s not subtle. You sniff as your back racks with the sort of achiness that comes from being so tired.
“I’ll talk to them. Get the charges knocked down. If anything, I can get them piled onto that boy she keeps around. He’s trouble, if I’ve ever seen it--”
“Seen?” You echo, “have you... seen him?”
He hesitates and his cheek dimples under his dark beard. He stares at the road ahead as his lips move as if he’s talking silently. Finally, he answers.
“I only wanted to make sure you were safe. I know better than any that hanging out with the wrong crowd can get you into a lot of trouble--”
“No, Andy, tell me. Were you watching her too?” You sit up with effort.
“You should sleep, it’s a long drive,” he girds.
“Andy, tell me--”
“I had too. You cut me off and I had to be sure you were okay,” he insists. “And you weren’t. Not really. Sweetheart, things are going to be a lot better. Together. You just can’t see it right now because you never--”
“Oh, I know what I’ve never had,” you fall back and slump against the door, “you don’t need to keep reminding me.”
A roiling silence fills the compartment. He exhales again and slows as his blinker clicks noisily. He turns onto the next road as you feel his anxiety. Or maybe it’s your own.
“I’m sorry. I only want...” he trails of as he measures his words, “I want to take care of you. To give you all that stuff. I don’t want you to feel bad.”
“I’m tired,” you snip and fold your arms.
“Right,” he says tensely, “yeah, get some sleep. Easier to talk after.”
Talk? You’re done talking to him. He only says the same thing over and over again.
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#series#defending jacob#end game#fic#dark fic#dark!fic
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JJK MEN Pretending to be your boyfriend/saving you from creeps. PART 3
INCLUDING: Nanami and Toji
TW: Creeps that touch you. but donn' worry they don't get that far. Also like cursing once.
reblogs welcomedddddd
~Nanami~
You and Nanami worked at the same company in the same department under the same boss. One day you were left at the office finishing up a few more documents.
Nanami stood up from his desk.
"I'm going to get some documents, do you need any?"
"Oh uh, no, thank you though." You said. You knew Nanami was a hard and efficient worker but his nature was serious. However it seemed that you had made some sort of...connection? It was like a friendship but not exactly. It wasn't romantic either but it was close.
You finished one of the documents you had to do before going to the printer to pick up the copy before walking over to your bosses office to leave it on his desk.
"Oh helllloooo" your boss said as soon as you waled through the door.
You thought he was acting strange until you spotted the empty bottle of whiskey on his desk.
"Here are the documents you wanted" you said before placing them on his desk.
"I wouldn't say wanted. Hey how would you like a bonus?" he asked you.
You knew what he was implying, but you wouldn't do that for a few extra dollars or with your boss, you wouldn't even consider having sex for money regardless.
"No thank you- i'll be taking my leave now." you said, turning to walk out the door.
But your boss was one step ahead and moved fast enough to close the door before you could escape.
"Please open the door" you sighed in frustration\
"Now don't be so hasty now you can leave just after you do a little task for me-"
"Don't touch me" you said as he grabbed your wrist pulling you toward his desk.
"NO" you screamed in desperation.
Suddenly the door burst open. There he was, Nanami, there in the door way walking toward you freeing your hand from your drunk boss.
"Don't ever touch my girlfriend again." He said looking at your boss sending him furious death glares.
"Are you okay" he asked you.
You nodded looking up at him in relief.
He walked you out of the office and helped you into his car.
"I'll be right back, I need to get my bag."
Lets just say nobody ever saw your boss again.
♧Toji♧
You just quit being a sorcerer to escape from the miserable world of curses and murder. But you couldn't live off doing nothing, so why not take up a few odd jobs in your profession. You hated killing, people and curses so you only took up specific jobs, mainly spying and getting intel for bounty hunters and other organisations. You didn't mind your job but you always carried a small gun with you because your job was still dangerous, just incase you needed to fend for your life.
Tonight one of your long time clients, Toji, requested a meeting to arrange your next job. The meeting was casual at a bar where you two sat at the end of the counter on stools casually talking about the mission and requirements. While you were talking a loud drunk guy was behind you babbling on about your body. It was disgusting but you figured when the meeting was over you'd just leave and it would end there.
Your phone on the counter buzzed and you looked down to see a wealthy clients name. Toji looked to.
"Eh its okay, go answer it" he said while the bar tender put another drink infront of him.
You nodded and walked outside quickly before picking up.
Near the end of your call you heard the bar door open behind you and close.
"Understood, I can get the job done in 2 days. Yes. Yes. I'll get back to you when the job is done."
When you hung up you felt an unwelcomed hand squeeze your butt. You jumped with a squeak before tuning around to see the drunk guy who was talking about you before.
"What do you think your doing?" You said hands on your hips in anger.
"Comon' babyyyyy you should come home with me-" he said clearly drunk but still sober enough to pull out a gun on you.
You put your hands up slightly then slowly moved them down.
"Can we just talk about this, put the gun down and we can figure something out" your left hand slid down your leg to reach for the gun you had.
"Or you could just come with me and nobody gets hurt..." the man said, he pointed the gun upward and sneezed sending one bullet flying through the air. He points the gun back at you before he closes one of his eyes to aim at you.
A gun shot rang through the air and you squeezed your eyes closed bracing for the pain but instead his body hit the ground.
"No need to get your hands dirty doll" Toji said putting his gun down looking at you.
"I think..." you said
"HEY THAT BITCH SHOT HIM" A man yelled outside the bar looking at the man on the ground bleeding out.
"OH YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS" He yelled pointing his finger at you.
"That bitch is my girlfriend and I shot that damn pervert you idiot." Toji said staring at the man.
"And if you touch her, I wont be so forgiving" he said while making a gun sign with his hands and pretending to aim at the mans head.
"Bang." He said mockingly while laughing.
"Come on lemme' drive you home" He said putting his arm around your shoulder walking you to his car.
THANKS FOR READING ♡
AUTHORS NOTE: I'm making the next part with Sukuna and Choso. That's probably all I will write for this series unless you guys have any one else you want me to write it for. have a nice whenever <3
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Whistling in the Dark
this is a weasley twins x oc piece, if you don't like it-don't read it(:
female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI
wc: 1,535
Chapter 1
whistling in the dark- to make a show of bravery despite one's fears
I don't know much but I do know that the Hogwarts Express is the best place to take a nap. With my head on my sister's shoulder, my eyes roll back and a deep sigh escapes my lips. Peace at last.
That is, until the Weasleys find us.
"Rise 'n' shine, Lady Bird. Our endeavors have only just begun!" George bursts into our car with a grumpy-looking Fred in tow. They shimmy in and I let out a groan, making it clear that I didn't want to move.
"I'm with Lady Bird on this one - it's too early for all this rubbish." Fred huffs and falls into the seat next to me, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes. I scoot over and shoot him a glare while he beams right back, shooting me a wink. Had I mentioned both of the twins hit their growth spurt this past summer, making them that much more attractive? Anyways, a moment later Ron shows up all disheveled, scolding his rat.
"Ron, I swear you just need to lose the damn rat. It's gross." Paige pipes up and as per usual, has the group in stitches while Ron pouts in his seat. He acts as if he's offended but we all know he loves any attention she gives him, even if it's mainly negative.
Ron and Paige soon start arguing about which diseases rats carry, while Fred keeps complaining that George is kicking him. I patiently wait for the group to come to their senses considering it's 8 in the morning and some people are tired but yet again, I have to be the bad guy.
"Everyone has three seconds to shut the fuck up before I shove my wand so far up your asses you can taste the dragon heart string. Got it?" I looked around the train car as everyone froze. I sat back down and opened my book, unable to read due to the snickering redhead beside me.
"Frederick, what the fuck could possibly be so funny?" I whipped my head to the right and sneered at him. He pulled his lips into his mouth, stifling a laugh. I rolled my eyes and began to get back to my book until I felt an elbow in my ribs.
"Fred I swear to Merlin I will hurt you." I could feel his eyes on me as I attempted to read my book once more, but he had other plans. He snatched it from my hands and put it on top of the overhead luggage- Just where I couldn't reach.
He sat back down and triumphantly crossed his arms with- and I hate to say it- a gorgeous smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him while I stood up with my arms above my head, trying to get my book back. I glanced down to see his golden brown eyes focused in on me with this look.
In the midst of the fifteen seconds I had to decipher this look, the train jolted to a start, sending me right into Fred's lap. I could barely hear his deep chuckle over the rest of the train car hollering.
"If you want it, Lady bird, you just have to ask." His voice in my ear did things I didn't expect, making me immediately jump up and sit back down next to him. I'm certain my face is bright red at this point so I shove my headphones on and cross my arms, peering over at Fred who is smirking at a pissed off-looking George.
This is gonna be quite the trip.
~
Eventually, we get back to the castle and Paige is herding us like cattle over to see Hagrid, ensuring that none of our stuff goes unaccounted for in the process.
"Well hey there Weasleys 'N friends. How was the ride on the good ol' express, eh?" Hagrid throws a thumb over his shoulder and Harry starts rambling about the muggle trains. I've tuned out by now because Fred is over talking to a cute blonde that happens to be about 5 inches taller than me. Not wanting them to catch me staring, I avert my eyes and as I feel the pit growing in my stomach, I feel a breath on the back of my neck that encapsulates me in goosebumps.
"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, love. Don't pay him any mind. She obviously doesn't hold a candle if he's interested in us rather than her." George whispers in my ear, drawing my attention back to Fred, who is practically fuming. I'm frozen, unable to comprehend what all this animosity between the twins is about or why i'm involved.
"Don't panic." I hear right before I feel lips on the side of my neck. My eyes drift closed and my head falls back, a slight gasp escaping me. I'm then aware of the strong hands gripping my hips and his fingertips skating under the hem of my shirt. It all happens so fast but by the time I open my eyes, Fred is gone and George is standing in front of me. Did all of that really just happen or have I not woken up from my train nap yet?
"See ya in a bit, Lady Bird." With a wink, he too was gone. I scan the crowd for Paige and find her staring at me with her jaw hanging open. I frantically gesture in front of me, as if to say I know, what the fuck- but our telepathic conversation was cut short when I saw her body tense and her face go a bright shade of pink. Seconds later, Ron appeared from behind her in a laughing fit.
Hm, interesting.
~
Shortly after orientation, Paige and I make our way down the moving stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room. This year, Paige was Head Girl and she couldn't be happier. To be completely honest, I, too, am thrilled that she got elected Head Girl because this means my curfew is now nonexistent along with a few other benefits, like the special bedroom.
While they were pinning the badge on her, I was hollering and clapping and I could tell from where I was sitting that she knew this only meant trouble. Life's too short, right? Pick the flower, kiss the boy, seize the gap.
As we come up on the barrels to the basement, Paige does the honors of showing the newbies how to get in. Once all the first day shenanigans have simmered down, her and I make our way over to what we call the suite of the common room- the Head Girl suite.
The view from the door consists of two queen beds pushed against the opposite wall with two nightstands separating them. Theres a hallway between the nightstands leading to the ensuite bathroom. On each side of the room there's a walk-in closet that definitely has room for my clothes and more. As i'm standing there in awe, Paige is squealing and jumping on the bed like we just got a call from the Magpies themselves, needing a keeper and beater.
"While you get that out of your system, I'm going to go for a walk and see if they've got anything left in the dining hall." I drop everything at the foot of the bed on the right and turn around on my heel.
"Hungry again already?" Paige raises an eyebrow at me, knowing I don't eat that much as is. I smile at her concern.
"Dessert goes to the heart not the stomach, babe." I throw her a wink and hustle out the door so I can catch the scraps before they're gone.
I reach the dining hall to find none other than Fuckface Weasley himself, shooting the shit with his Gryffindor buddies. I roll my eyes and steer myself in the opposite direction, hoping some blueberry tarts are left on the Hufflepuff table. To my complete surprise there are two left and I rush to grab both until a drastically bigger hand engulfs mine.
"Don't become a hog, now, Scamander. These happen to also be my favorite, or have you forgotten?" he grumbles the last part awfully close to my ear, a warmth spread through me and transported me back to this past summer. If only he knew I didn't forget, in fact I didn't stop thinking about it. Us making his mom's famous blueberry tarts, feeding them to each other, licking the blueberry compote off of his fingers.
I was snapped back to reality when I heard his buddies calling him from behind us.
"Oi Freddie, you just gonna humor her all day or are we putting this fire whiskey to good use?" Lee chuckles at what he thought was a dig at me, to which I respond with a fake barking laugh and a middle finger. I hear Fred exhale a laugh beside me and watch his hands flex as he wraps up his tart. Oh, Merlin.
"Maybe I can refresh your memory one day." He smirks at me and walks back over to his friends, leaving me a hot and confused mess.
Frederick Weasley is a dangerous one.
#weasleys#george weasley#weasley twins#fred weasley#george weasley x oc#fred weasley x oc#george weasley x oc x fred weasley#weasley twins x oc#witd
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Wrote a fanfic based on my headcanon that Rick blows at Morty's phone while he's at school, not my best work, and one of my shorter ones, but I like it. It was fun writing Rick as an asshole who loves annoying Morty.
Morty was trying to focus in history class, he was taking notes then he felt his phone buzz. He tried to ignore it but then he felt his phone buzz over and ver again. He sighed and checked it. It was Rick, he was spamming him, the texts were: "Hey" "Morty" "Morty" "Morty" "What are you doing" "nerd" Morty sighed a texted Rick back "I'm at school. Leave me alone." He stuffed the phone back in his pocket, only to hear it continue to buzz "Mortyyyy" "it's rick."" are you daydreaming of jessica" "lol" Morty let out a long sigh "I'm trying to FOCUS! Just leave me alone! And I know who you are, I have caller ID. And do you really need to send your message in serval small messages? Can't you send it in one big one?" Rick texted him back at a speed Morty was sure wasn't humanly possible "Morttttyyy" "are you maddd" "at" "meeee" Morty huffed and texted back "YES!" "I rarely get any time at school because you drag me on your stupid adventures and now you're doing this?! You can't just leave me alone even when you don't have any stupid adventures you need your human shield to go on!" He stuffed the phone back into his pocket with huff, making sure to silence it beforehand.
Suddenly the phone buzzed even more violently, the whole class heard it as they snapped their necks to look at Morty. The teacher Mr. Johnson cleared his throat "Uhm...do you want to get that?" Morty shook his head "Nope! It's fine!" His phone kept buzzing and Morty asked "...May I be excused?" Mr. Johnson nodded "Yes that's quite alright, hurry back." Morty walked out of class and into the bathroom, closed the stall, and called Rick. he was trying to keep his voice down so nobody could hear him. Rick quickly answered "Yello'?" Morty groaned, and started whisper-shouting "Rick! I'm in history class! Why did you have to make my phone buzz so violently when I silence it!" Morty could basically hear him shrugging "I'm not about to let you ignore me." Morty fought the urge to facepalm "You're not even texting me for something important! You're just bored and want to annoy your favorite punching bag!" Rick responded in the same teasing voice that Morty hates "Awww Morty, you know me so well." Morty rolled his eyes "I'm so close to blocking your number right now, just leave me alone ok?"
Morty hung up and couldn't even walk out of the stall before he got hit with a barrage of text messages, who types that fast? "mortyyy" "dont talk to your grandpa like thattt" He blocked his number. He'll worry about the consequences later. He went to his class, and now his whole body was moving with each buzz. He fucking hates Rick. Mr. Johnson blinked "Are you ok Morty? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Morty held onto the desk "Nope! I'm fine!" He lets out the most strained smile he's pretty sure most people have even seen. Mr. Johnson just shrugged and continued "And the China empire-"
The buzzing got more intense and Morty was now jumping slightly with every text, and the buzzing was ungodly loud. Mr. Johnson just cleared his throat "How about you just go home for today, yeah?" Morty said "N-no! I wanna stay! I wanna learn I just-" Morty fell down from his chair with another intense buzz. Mr. Johnson sighed "I doubt that this is within your control...but you're causing disruptions in my class, so you are dismissed."
Morty sighed as Mr. Johnson called his parents to pick him up, but Rick came instead. He sat next to Rick with his arms crossed and looked away from Rick. He heard Rick speak "So you were causing disruptions eh?" He lightly elbowed Morty "Didn't take you for a troublemaker." Morty scoffed "Shut up, Rick." As soon as they got home, Morty stormed out of the car, locked himself in his room, and ignored Rick for the rest of the day. Putting the phone in his drawer, and ignoring it every time it buzzed. He hates Rick.
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Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys
Moon Knight AU
Part 8
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: In which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.
Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.
STEVEN WAS STOOD in his flat, staring into his mirror before he took a seat on his bed. His mind was reeling. He was undeniably falling for you and that made him excited and scared. But one thing - technically two - were stopping him from advancing any further.
Marc and Jake.
They deserved to meet someone who would potentially be with Steven and their body. They wanted to meet you, they were dying to. Your sweetness and innocent nature called to them like a siren song. They wanted you to know them.
Well Marc did.
Jake was more hesitant.
Jake thought of himself more as only a protector, not someone to involve himself in Marc and Steven's life, but he couldn't deny he was enticed by you.
"Should I tell her?" Steven asked aloud, as if someone would answer him from within the room.
"Do you want to?" Marc's voice floated in his head.
"I - I do." He stuttered, his stomach churning with nervousness.
"You think she'll accept it - us?" Marc continued.
"Will you tell her about Khonshu?" He asked another question.
"Whoa - whoa. Let me just find a way to tell her about us first, mate. . I think she will. ." Steven stopped his alter, who huffed.
Jake was quiet as he normally was, not weighing in on the matter. If it were up to him, he wouldn't tell the woman, no matter how much he wanted to. Jake's life revolved around danger, something he couldn't justify bringing someone else into. He already unwillingly brought Steven into it.
Steven wanted to hear what Jake had to say but it was hard to get him to communicate. All three were still getting use to each other. Jake lived life alone for so long, doing his job for Khonshu. Steven and Marc had no idea he existed and he planned on keeping that way, until he screwed it up. He felt guilty most days.
"I'll do it. . I'll do it. I just need to figure out how." He assured them.
"What do you say? Hey love, I really like you and by the way I have two other personalities inside my skull that would love to meet you." Steven could imagine Marc's scowl perfectly.
"Eh something like that. Just gotta find the right time, y'know mate?"
"She's never going to talk to us again." Marc uttered in defeat.
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You held your phone close to your ear as you listened to Peter ramble on. You loved the kid dearly, but he tended to go on tangents. He was intensely discussing his plan to take MJ out on a date, which you were happy to hear about.
It was about time he made a move.
"So do you think that's a good idea?" Peter's voice brought you back to the conversation. You hesitated as she tried to remember what he had just said.
"Are you even listening?" He huffed like a small child, making you laugh.
"Yea, yea totally. Whatever you do, I'm sure she'll love it, Peter." You assured him, avoiding the fact that you did indeed zone out during his monologue.
"You think?"
"I know." You replied.
A sudden knock at the door caught you by surprise. Peter silenced himself as he listened in.
"Who's that?" He asked. You could picture his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide with curiosity.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me - use your Peter tingle." You laughed, earning a small shriek from him. He hated when people said that.
You got to your feet and padded your way over to the front door, swinging it open to reveal a smiling Steven. Your face immediately mirrored his own.
"Hello love!" He said enthusiastically.
"It's a DUDE?!" Peter screeched through the phone.
Your cheeks immediately reddened and you hurriedly ended the call without saying anything to the boy. Steven laughed and gave you an inquisitive look.
"Who was that?"
"Uh, just a friend. . being annoying." You said it as if Peter could still hear the word you used to describe him.
"Anyways, come in love." You moved out of the way to let him in.
"Bollocks, I would love to. . but I have to head out for a bit. I stopped by to uh, ask you something." He told you.
You slightly frowned at the thought of not being able to spend time with him for the evening. But you figured he - or rather Marc, would be up to some Moon Knight adventures tonight.
"Awe, alright. What did you want to ask me?" You tilted your head slightly.
The man gave you a nervous look, rubbing his hands together. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His beautiful brown eyes were wide and he bit at his lip.
"Steven?" You gave him a questioning look, snapping him back to reality.
"Oh uh, yea. . I wanted to. ." He took a breath before continuing.
"I wanted to ask you on a proper date. ." He shyly announced, his cheeks burning. You beamed a smile at him, your stomach doing small flips at his words.
"I would love that, Steven." You replied, sending a rush of relief through the man's body.
"Really? Wicked!" He grinned like a child on Christmas Day, making you chuckle.
"Wicked, indeed."
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You were sat on your balcony, wrapped in a blanket to shield you from the bitter London breeze. Your phone was laid beside you, ringing over and over again.
Fury wanted an update, wanted to know if the woman closed in on any new information on Moon Knight. But, in all honesty, you didn't want to deal with him at the moment. Your mind was focused on the upcoming date with Steven. You found yourself wanting to protect the man from joining shield and the avengers at this point. He seemed so normal, you didn't wanna ruin that for him.
You wondered how long you could avoid your boss before he lost it. You weren't sure how long but you were certainly gonna test it.
It had been so long since you'd been happy and open to dating. You had never felt that click with someone. . until now. Of course your luck would have it happen during a mission - to a man you were supposed to be spying on. You were supposed to find out his secrets, report back to Fury, and that was it.
But when did your missions ever go as planned?
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#marc spector#moon knight#steven grant#jake lockley#fanfic#wattpad#marc spector x you#au#jake lockely x reader#steven grant x you
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🍰 (alright...doom for uhhh coldsnap lol)
Send 🍰 for my muse to say something they like about yours!
"Oh, that's easy. You know, just because Coldass is this really annoying huge dickshit of a person, doesn't mean I don't like anything about him, right? There's plenty to like about him."
Doom settles back into the interview couch, putting one arm over the back of it as she kicks one leg over the other, settling them at the knee. Clearly, she is rather relaxed at answering this question.
"For one, he's really good at getting on people's nerves. You know, I really admire that in a person. How could I not? I'm really good at getting on people's nerves. It'd be pretty hypocritical of me to say that I hate people who get on people's nerves when I myself do it all the time, and on purpose, eh? So yeah, he's really got that going for him, like, spot on, he should keep up the good effort, I'm loving it," she says, giving a thumbs up gesture as she moves on.
"For another, he's emotionally stunted. We're talking like, stunted to the point of being like one of those candles you bring home that you're really excited to light, because the scent was really nice, it reminded you of your grandma's pancakes or something, right, so you get it home, you unwrap it, you take the lid off, you go to light it, annnnnnnnnd... the wick is too short. What the fuck is that shit, right? How are you supposed to burn this candle now? So you gotta dig around in the wax to get enough of the wick out in order to light it, but by the time you do that, there's wax friggin' everywhere and half the candle is lying all over your table, and then once you light it, the wick is all wonky and from that point on, the whole candle is just fucked. It's ruined. Should have just gotten a different candle, but you just didn't realize it when you brought it home."
"I say all that, but you know what? I think it adds character. Stunted emotions. Makes him more interesting. Gotta really get in there and poke around at him to see what makes him react, ehehehe. He's more fun for me because of that."
"And he's stupid! Really stupid! This guy shows up to a blind date with me, and the first thing he says is that he's not looking for anything serious, and then gets mad at me for being hurt by it! Hahahaha! I love it when people do that! Blame me for their fuck-ups and when I give them a taste of their own medicine. Love it. I love all of it."
"But finally, you know what else I think? I'm sure he'll just turn to the side, grunt, and say 'I AlReAdY kNeW tHaT' before walking away in that kewl guy way he tries so hard to emulate, but I'll say it anyway. I think, one last thing that I like about him, is that his heart is in the right place. I really do think that it is, and I just hope that one day he wakes up and realizes that, yes, he does actually still have one. A heart, that is. And he ought to remember that now and again."
"Anyway!" Doom says, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward. "This interview over? I want to go find him now and annoy the shit out of him. It's about that time."
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I wanna have opinions so uh, what do you think of my SacredFell AU? (So far anyway haha)
Hello, my mutual compadre, @littleyukki5033 , I have traveled down to the depths of your blog and will now commence judgment.
Kehehehe. ψ(`∇´)ψ
[Gonna be long, I like/wanted to try making my responses worthwhile and attentive, to show you I went in on your AU and posts.]
(And you can laugh at me or with me on this, but I may not be the best at giving opinions, 😖 I think. Just know I'm typing this with my miniscule overthinkin’ brain and hurt wrist.)
START!
Feb 4: Don’t be afraid to post your AU and talk about it, beautiful or not, unique or not, complicated or not, similar or not, cringe or not, demented or not, eh or not.
Share your mind, you’ll find people who share it with you. And if you get hate, show them San’s ass or something. It tells others how nonexistent they are to you. (though I’ve seen someone draw Sans very beautifully thicc, we will keep in mind he is bones, which we indeed simp for).
Observe Exhibit A:
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6249ec4e706627a52154c5a067d8b83d/7d245e6374c14881-62/s500x750/e14e90b140d3ccabe97e59c8996bacd59dc21f05.jpg)
(I found this silly image saved on my desktop, so I thought it'd be cool to share it with you.)
So never let a negative comment change your love and view of your au and undertale.
Undertale is amazing, it’s good to ramble, even if others don’t talk about it, even if you’ll never get reciprocated. There’s other people there reading it, like me sometimes I read and forget to heart, or I don’t heart a post because I don’t wanna bombard their notifications and all that.
Yes, post your art, even if you’ve got no idea what to post, doodle, ask for ideas, or even take a break. I think it’s beautiful to share your mind’s eye. Show no fear, you’ve got this!
Everyone starts where you were once.
Feb 12: Your Introduction of your own Underfell AU called SacredFell
I am interested. I am in fact one of many who are and will be interested for days to come, for as long as you build and love your AU, as it becomes whatever completion you dreamt of it to be, so on and so forth, even if one day you stop.
I’m finna be there bruh, late or on time.
And imma let you know that right now as you reading this. You actually asked me first about your AU and lemme tell you, you beat me to it. I actually have fanart for you. AND was gonna find a time to ask you first.
(~(>_<。)\ Usually I'm ready to send art cause I plan before hand, but someone used a wrist twist move on me for fun recently. ಥ_ಥ)
Anyway, moving forward.
Frisk and Chara of SacredFell: I enjoy teh designs. And me personally, I like Frisks design, the fact Frisk went through multiple design phases is nice to know. Would you ever show Frisk's previous designs?
Oof, you changed SacredFell Sans height from 5’2 to 6ft, damn what a stretch. And he part of the Royal Guard, whoa! 😆hotsome big skeleman.
Also, I love the art style of @/melikitinas, too. 💖
Feb 14: … ScaredFell Papyrus…. I-... 11ft height, yeah, we gonna need a height chart. I short, so they a fucking tree at this point, imagine Paps just bending at the waist towards a shorty like me, he’s gotta be prone on the ground or something. AND his fine ass a 2nd in Command Royal Guard, too. ○( ^皿^)っ AWWHEHESJDHWU ✨
Feb 21: LORE Ah, so the beginning is different, interesting. *reads through it with glasses* (I was recently working on my other OCs at the time as well :D.)
Yukki sounds like a good character! And portaled? Oooooh, portaled, I wanna know backstory!
Did Yukki not go through the ruins? She just collapsed in Snowdin? Was she unconscious the entire time she was taken to Asgore, up until Toriel saved her?
And usually humans, are strong, is Yukki weak due to something? (you don’t have to reveal too much lore unless you wanna) How much power does Yukki have? Why does it drain so quickly?
Also, love Toriel, to save one instead of all, what a mother. Even if Yukki wasn’t her own, that was such a big sacrifice for the price of saving one child over freedom. I would love to see how you draw that part out.
And Toriel left Yukki behind the waterfalls, why not take Yukki with her?
Why out of all the souls, Kindness was taken, would this serve as a significant plot point in the AU?
Would Yukki grow to harbor bad intent or negative emotions towards the monster or would she end up sacrificing herself after understanding the monster’s want for freedom, would she find another way, would she resort to genocide at some point(despite her being weak)?
Would Toriel come in clutch next time Yukki is in grave danger?
And what plans would Asgore have after he gets Toriel, I would’ve expected that he wanted Toriel dead, not with a bounty on her head to be returned ALIVE to his home. I'm probably just thinking to the extremes. 😂
I like this plot. I’d love to know how Frisk and Yukki will come together. And if within the one or two years, Yukki stayed with Sans and Papyrus, would the brothers falter when they need to get their jobs done for Asgore when the time comes? Would Sans and Papyrus eventually come to value Yukki as their own friend? Does Yukki know Sans and Papyrus are working to gain her trust to betray her in the end?
Also is Toriel and Sans doing the knock knock joke through the gate in this AU too? What’s Toriel’s relationship with the characters so far? Within the time Yukki was living in the Underground, does she come to meet Toriel again?
Feb 23: YUKKI I agree Yukki is a main focal point in the beginning of this AU, I really like this. I can’t wait to see how you build this lore up. Would Toriel act again when Frisk comes? Would Toriel talk to Frisk about Yukki? How old is Yukki again? To me, Yukki looks like she has a strong presence, tongue sticking out, seems playful. ✨
Feb 27: Comic Heh. Middle school art is always nostalgic to look back on. I wish I still had some of mine. I threw most out due to the fact, I didn’t want physical evidence of my cringe art tying back to me, but looking back on it now. I was stupid and paranoid.
Now cringe art is one of my favorite art pieces to discover, it brings a certain emotion outta you, am I right? Yeaahh.
Anyway, I admire you for sharing your old art and comic.
An AU, especially when a creator is lovingly dedicated to it, can become hectic and mentally crowded and out of order, or as you say “all over the place.” Good luck on that journey, creating comlex stories is hard! I was overwhelmed by my own ideas and burned out at some point and stopped entirely. You make me wanna go back to my little world.
And Yukki and SacredFell Sans look like they get along noicely. yukki hand on her hip, confidence and power ✨👌 makin' Sansy sweat.
Mar 7: Yay Toriel Character Sheet Me like tall woman. She taller than Sans, haha. I gotta learn how to draw a goat at some point. And she looks good in my opinion. Do SOUL Protectors gain power from the souls? Wouldn't they accidentally at some point absorb the soul? Has any of the protectors even thought of doing that? Doesn't the barrier need one monster soul and one human soul to break the barrier, or is that different in this AU?
Mar 11: Another comic redraw, SacredFell Asgore WIP
Aw SacredFell Sans and Yukki smiling together, your old drawing of them is cute. ANd that’s a jump, good to know they're out of the underground. Hope you eventually find the right design for Yukki, that you’re gonna be satisfied with. I’m excited to find out how they got out of the underground, too.
What's the key on Sans? And the heart necklace on Yukki?
And yes, I think Tumblr does something with the quality of an image when posted, because compared to my computer view, my phone view of some posts are different a bit.
Yass, show off the Goat man.
ANd I also saw your Avatar DTIYS, looks awesome! I love the coloring, shading, and perspective!
Mar 15: Update Eh, it didn’t take a while for me to gather info on your AU, it was spread out a little yes, but not so much, for me the pacing was alright.
Ah and the ask blogs, yeah I dunno how I’m doing this tbh.
And a webtoon would be great! But I hear it’s a lot of work to put into it, take small steps, so you won’t stress or burn yourself out. But I would definitely read teh webtoon if you were to make one.
Mar 16: SacredFell Undyne WIP I love Undyne, I just dunno how to draw her yet. Love the art! She pretty.
Mar 16: SacredFell Flowey Flowey in a bag, hahahahaha. I like how annoyed he looks in the drawing.
Mar 17: SacredFell Monster Kid Another main character, you developing a lot of lore right now I bet. I wonder how MK will play out in your AU.
Mar 18,22 : It’s UNDYNE >.< Fangirling. Another Tall strong woman. And missing parents during gaster’s disappearance, is this what I think it is, a lore hint?!?!
Mar 23: Alphys Alphys is gonna be somewhat of a sly character in the plot huh, wow! And she fights, you gotta make art of that at some point! Alphys having bravery is interesting!
Pfft, you spelled “Bavery” I didn’t even notice until you mentioned it.
Mar 23: Gaster I love how you drew Sans and Papyrus in at Gaster’s “You’re in Trouble” expression.
And me like the tinted glasses as well.
Mar 24: Mettaton! He a Bravery SOUL Decoy! Was that Alphy’s idea to make him like that? Is he famous in the underground as well? He’s a looker. And he got four arms! Yuuusss!
Mar 26?: Muffet Indeed a 5’7 lady spider is a cutie patootie, the arms are good, multiple is betta. Good design! And she is also part of the Royal Guard, what will the fight be like? I’m curious!
Mar 26?: That Sacredfell Mini Comic/Story was nicely put together! The end where SacredFell Sans responds with, “I don’t know.” I enjoyed reading this conversation! And Undyne in her royal armor MWUAH!
So from all this, hopefully I did something good for you, most are just questions and comments, but I hope it served as an answer. *ahem*
A new character was added. [Yukki] = Will lead to more plot. *Check*
There’s a different backstory before the arrival of Frisk. *Check*
Toriel makes an act against Asgore before leaving, Asgore ordering Sans and papyrus to gain Yukki’s trust until the “time” comes = Complicated relationships *Check*
I can fangirl, which means I can simp, which means, I’m invested. ✨ *CHECK CHECK CHECK*
The concept is really good! (The fact Asgore would entrust the souls to another and make them SOUL Protectors, and you still fight Alphys even in the pacifist route, and I sense "things" though not sure what, but it makes me look forward to your lore.) *ChecK*
It’s a Fell type Universe. (I love Underfell) *CHECK*
The art is noice!!!! *CHecK*
I find interest in how characters will interact or encounter each other. *Check*
I can see the work put into this AU! I see their dedication based from the dates you posted things about your AU. I really look forward to seeing how you continue to develop and make art for your SacredFell AU! With what you’ve shown at this time, I can happily tell you, for me this AU is interesting, there’s potential in many areas, character development, choice of dialogue, different relationship dynamics, personality, world building, plot changes, etc.
I wish I had more to say, I think most of my response here sounded... I think repetitive, maybe some questions were even answered already and I didn't catch it? Though hopefully I conveyed to you that I think you're doing well for what've you've shown thus far!
That's my grand opinion. 😁✨
Also, I found you through graphictale au. 💕💖👌✨
😙 Both ya'll wonderful.
#answered#tried to get the posts all together#undertale au#underfell au#hopefully this makes sense#took a while#sorry for late reply#i may have rambled a bit :D#got sleepy with my research#I spent a whole night till next afternoon to give you a good answer that doesn't sound like shit#if it's not a good answer imma try again? :D#did I successfully overwhelm you#i could think of more questions#i uhhhhh#i didn't proofread this#longest writing I've done on here
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I feel like every little thing with my job sets me off now, so I'm sorry if you're tired of me ranting about it and then continuing to work here. I'll keep this "below the fold" so you can move on if you're not interested. I really won't be offended and I have no true way of knowing which of the dozen or so of you will read this anyway. Also, it's me so I'm not looking for sympathy but I'm also trying to learn not to push away other people's affection so...do what you want?
Also, if you feel like this is something that could be part of some larger conversation about work and capitalism or whatever, then please feel free to reblog it. I don't really think this will be enough to explode my career, and if it does, then it was on shaky enough ground anyway.
The company I work for got acquired by another, much larger and more famous company (and a rather infamous one here on Tumblr) about five years ago. Eh, why am I being cagey? I work in email compliance and privacy for Marketo and we got acquired by Adobe.
Anyway, I'd been through a couple of acquisitions before but this one was pretty cool. A big name Silicon Valley company! A cool campus to tour in San Jose! A new office space in the same city I lived in, and with only a 45 minute walk from home to office! Really, pretty cool.
Over time the excitement on my part and Adobe's part seemed to wane a bit. There were new acquisitions and we were no longer in the spotlight. That's alright, things happen, time moves on, and ultimately I just kept working, because abuse never stops and companies keep buying lists.
But after my mentor left for another company we got a new manager, and he's great, but he's been with Adobe for a while, and most of his focus is on the Adobe part of the business that he manages, and he cares about us and fights for us when he can, but we're definitely not his primary focus. Also, in the past couple of years the workload that myself and my one coworker/colleague do has steadily increased. To make things worse this year they finally implemented a huge change in what CRM we're using and it's causing all kinds of havoc because most of us who are directly working with customers now have to manage two portals or figure out which customer matches with which or educate yet another person on where to go to accomplish what they need. We also started getting direct feedback loop (FBL) reports from a new company that seems to only send them in a new-ish format that has been accepted across the industry but is honestly not really used by it, but our system can't parse it so we have to process every single one manually rather than feed it to a bot that can automatically process it, further increasing our workload. We've also been told that there's a team who can help us to automate certain aspects of our work, so we submitted examples of what we need help with and they said it seemed doable and since then...nothing. To top it off, during a recent "town hall" quarterly all-hands I asked a question in the chat that was basically "In light of the strong performance we've done can we hire more people to support our customers and colleagues?" and the answer is "No, because we don't want to have to lay people off if there's any kind of downturn."
Okay, so...not great.
So now, today, the day before Thanksgiving, the week after Open Enrollment closed, the day after I accepted the Year End Check In on my calendar - which will be grueling because, as noted above, we've been over worked and under staffed so I haven't been able to get to any of the projects that I was hoping to get to this year - I saw an email from Adobe that looked like it was part of the corporate spam we get every freaking day, and it was from the HR company/portal we use, so I clicked on it and
OOPS
Looks like you clicked on an Adobe Phishing Test Link
Read here to see how you could have prevented this...
And I'm incensed right before a holiday, and I just hate it.
Because as much as I hate to admit it I really bought into the corporate capitalism of America from a young age, bought into the shiny toys and apps and promises of "helping" people ("And if we happen to turn a profit, that's great, too!") to the point that my dissolution with capitalism has been a long, slow, denial-ridden journey.
And that's because it can be all too easy to regard those earning the joke that is minimum wage as being the only victims of capitalism and wage theft, but if we're being honest just about anyone who isn't making millions of dollars a year to tell the world and their subordinates how great their company is is really just sitting in a pot of water that is slowly getting hotter.
We're all being paid the least amount of money that companies believe they can get away with while trying to extract the most work out of us they can legally get away with, and they're probably getting even more than that if we're being honest.
So to get regular emails about how this organization put us on a list of the best places to work for or another invitation to another seminar about how I can work on being more efficient or less sad because, you know, that's apparently 100% my doing, and then get an email that I don't bother to really scan because, like I said, given everything it seems pretty legitimate, to be told "Well, you fucked up" was just the one more thing that I didn't need this year.
I really hate to sound like the middle-aged white man that I am, but I'm just tired of not being respected for the working professional that I am. I've been in this role for eight years. I know how to talk to customers about the actions they've taken that have caused harm to their reputation, or what abuse has been foisted upon them by malicious actors; I know how to engage with Support and customer managers and run Compliance Team meetings that focus on what's important; I know what blocklists are important and actually affect our customers; I know, engage with, and am friends with people who run the email servers at companies you know and might actually use; I'm one of two people who manage thousands of IPs and domains for thousands of customers, trying to protect the network's reputation and safety from the customer's own actions and also outside actions of people who would do nothing but abuse our systems all day if they could.
And what am I told by my company?
"We can't help you because it would make us sad if we had to let people go! :("
"Have you considered not having the feelings you're experiencing during work time and just working more instead?"
"Uh, oh! We send you so much spam that you fell for our trick! This is all your fault."
What does the company value? Is it me and my time?
No surprise, AI is the buzzword of 2023 in the tech world, and email is seen as more of a forgotten backbone that I think people believe is 100% automated. Meanwhile the valiant few of us are knee deep in water in the bottom of the boat with duct tape and Gatorade.
When I've complained about work or my career in the past it's felt more like angry grunts; this is kind of the most articulate that I can really be about it.
I'll be 46 next year when I take my sabbatical. If something doesn't really change at all I might have to make some tough choices.
I'm afraid of trying to change careers or companies (if I even can; people much more experienced than I am are being laid off right now).
I'm afraid of trying to go back to school while I'm working because I just don't think I'll have the bandwidth for it, and I don't know what I'd go to school for, or if it would pay what I'm earning now.
I'm afraid of staying where I am.
I know I earn okay. I know I have benefits and that I can work from home in my pajamas.
But I also know that the good times I have with work are less and less these days, and opening my laptop is more of an invitation to an assault on my confidence and self-worth than ever before. And that's just not sustainable.
#end of rant#if you read the whole way thank you#if not i understand#there can be psychological damage from even reading about what other people go through#so no judgement at all#i just finally found a good way to articulate it today
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Hi! I was wondering if I should send this non-anon or not, but preferred to keep my identity a secret, I guess.
Dunno why but felt like saying this after seeing your posts. I was once a shipper in the fandom, liking both canon x canon and canon x oc ships, until I saw something that made me uncomfortable with the first of the two. That is until I've reached your account.
Sure, I was cautious with ship content (not that I'm saying it's a bad thing. Just made me kinda uncomfortable after that incident) but when I let my guard down and saw some of your posts, I realized that maybe not every shipper is as....uh...y'know the type of people I'm talking about right?
All I'm saying is...thank you. Because of your adorable posts (and the balance of both types of ships [canonxcanon and ocxcanon. I love PriceRaven so much istg]), I tried to look for artists like you. Thanks to you, I can also go and try to find artists similar to yours in context of shipping. And I did and I did not regret it (even if I don't ship anymore, but it was delightful to see the things people create now that I've...healed from it?).
I'm still trying to be careful in the fandom with the things going on. But seriously though, thanks a lot! If there's one thing this fandom needs is people like you. Ones who don't cause a fuss and also knows boundaries when shipping as well. No hate, no discomfort. If people say otherwise and hate on you because of shipping content, damn them. They should be grateful if anything as you did nothing wrong and just wanted to create what you wish.
Anyway, sorry for the long ask (end up ranting. Sorry bout that). But yeah, hope you have a great day! Maybe one day, if you allow me, I could sketch out Raven? If it's alright with you.
Thank you again!
hi!! thank you for the ask and hey no worries, you're welcome to rant in my ask or share your experience
Im sorry for what you went through, fandom often do come with its uhhh moments to say the least, im glad you've healed from it and is able to enjoy things the way they are at your own pace
its definitely good to curate your own space, adjust your settings and block out on things that are uncomfortable, even though there are still some things that will definitely pop up despite the cautious measures, but hey! shit happens and the most important thing is to understand that you're not alone in this, and take a rest from the media once in awhile
Im actually really touched that you find my page a nice place to visit ((yes PriceRaven is like my bread and butter I cant live without them and will yap about them forever)) which also lead you to other artists!
im straightforward, Im okay with almost anything interest wise in the fandom (ships/dynamic/fics genre etc), if im not okay with it i'll just move on or mute/block certain words, simple as it should be.
Although people do find my angst stuff "threatening" LMAO but eh im over it pft if they dont like it then its fine let them be
as the saying goes "no matter how perfect the apple is, someone will still hate it" so fuck it yk, it is what it is (my life motto and also blog's motto HAHA)
Thank you for your message though, Im really grateful for it and im genuinely happy, enjoy your stay here
AND OFC YOU CAN DRAW MY OC RAVEN!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IT TO ME ONCE YOU DID :D (take your time ofc dont mind the excited goofball i am)
have a good day as well!!
#i also end up writing this longer than i should oops anyways#curate your space people!!#gummmyspeaks#ask response#thanks for the ask <3
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Hey, I'm not sure if you remember me, but my handle on AO3 is JayeGalifrey. I just recently started writing a Dark!Din fic, because I was missing Lesson's Learned, (Because it's amazing.) And I just had to ask, did you ever get hate while writing and posting it? If so how did you deal with it? I'm struggling a bit with the hate I'm receiving and I could really use some moral support
Oh my goodness, of course I remember you! Actually, I've been trying to work on your raffle prize one-shot for a while now (been a bit busy with life + my growing obsession with Joel Miller haha!) so hopefully I'll have that done soon 🥰
Ah yes, I did indeed receive some backlash for the darker things I've written. And I handled it the way I handle most internet things: I deleted it from existence and blocked whoever sent it. I don't ever interact with people who take time out of their day to be outraged over fiction. Fiction has always been a medium used to explore things, even if those things are dark and non-traditional.
There's nothing wrong with writing dark fiction. There's nothing wrong with you for writing or reading it. Fiction is a safe space and it makes me sad seeing people try to ruin that because of their own selfishness.
There is something deeply disturbing about the kind of policing people think they are allowed. Just because you don't like something in fiction, doesn't mean it shouldn't exist in fiction. Sure, I dislike x y z when I read stuff, but do you see me going around, preaching that it should never be written? No, because I have respect for authors and for the things they want to write. It's easy not to be a dick, though I think some people just enjoy being outraged.
I, of course, feel eh after receiving unwarranted comments but what helps is reminding myself that the people who complain willingly chose to do so. They chose to waste time out of their day to send hate over the internet to a complete stranger over a fictional character. Kind of...embarrassing, don't ya think? We have limited time in life and yet they're spending their time sending hate? Not worth the interaction lol I don't have time to deal with their petty childish bullshit. Delete and move on to better things, like your writing!
Hope this helps. Sorry again for the hate you're receiving. Please don't let that discourage you from writing! I know writing dark fiction is a gamble at times, but as long as you're enjoying the write, that's all that matters. The haters can waste their time crying. Focus on vibing and doing your own thing ~ ♡
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Roberto: Before you leave, I’m going to show something, and I understand it goes without saying, but first to drive/pilot a dron you need a license. The dron needs to have a register. A dron can be flew by anyone who buys a dron. I’m saying it because there’s people for everything. And secondly, I hope no one puts those spikes to a dron because this is a recreational challenge, supervised by professionals, in this case it’s Iván. Thank you Iván.
Iván: Thanks
Roberto: congratulations
Mariló: Roberto. A dron cut/severed the finger to Enrique Iglesias *Boris is saying the same as Mariló at the same time*. It’s true Julio (they are talking about Julio Iglesias Jr. a singer, who happens to be the guest jury of the 6th gala).
Boris: on a concert
Mariló: that your brother’s finger got cut/severed by a dron
Roberto: Enrique
Julio: yes
*This whole thing is messy. They are talking one over the other trying to warn of the danger of drons. Not sure if it was a cut or a severed finger as the verb is the same in Spanish*
Boris: during a concert in the middle of a tour
Julio: in a concert my brother, well he nearly the finger *I think it nearly got severed*
*Rosa tries to say something*
Roberto: I suppose it was recording him and he tried to catch it
Jiulio: yes, he tried to catch it, but from where you don’t hold it
Roberto: of course, of course. Other of the thing you don’t have to do Fortunately
Julio: nothing happened
Roberto: he recovered. We send him a kiss to Enrique (Iglesias). He is invited to ‘El Desafío’ whenever you want, eh. And to pasapalabra. I swing to the inside (meaning I do stuff for my own good/or my employers good). Let’s see.
Juan: looking at Jorge. the sensitivity, well it played a major role in your profession. I’m convinced that if you train, you’d be the dron World Champion. It’s a truth
Jorge: I improved a lot in a short period of time.
Juan: in a short amount of time. It seems a very difficult challenge, and you pass it. So I can only say, congratulations (Waru’s comment: he definitely is team Jorge)
Jorge: thank you
Pilar: I hate drons with all my being. It seems they are out of control . You push for them to go up, and they don’t move when you want, does it? It seems to be a small delay between the order you give them and how does the dron move. At the end, there are experts, but what you did is very difficult. Eh Jorge
Jorge: you really need to try it to know the difficulty that this thing has.
Pilar: Exactly. It’s diabolic. The dron is diabolic
Santiago: is also true
Roberto: 100 Km/h in 1 s
Santiago: it’s also true that you had the great indication of Boris (Waru’s comment: yes thanks for calling them out. when a contestant is doing a challenge the others are supposed to shut up, but today they just couldn’t do it. Well Boris seems unable to keep quit at all) that was aiding? helping a bit (Waru’s coment: not sure the verb as it was at the end of the sentence,and they start to laugh before I can hear it, but is something along those lines)
Boris: Santiago
Rosa: sorry about that
Santiago: Jorge you also had the bad luck today of
Boris: Santiago, by allusions.
Santiago: yes
Boris: I’m realizing that you (as the whole jury) are inmune to Jorge Lorenzo’s sexiness (Waru’s comment: yeah he want to get inside Jorge’s pants). Very big (Jorge’s sexiness). As he is controlling a dron, a thumb is the most exiting thing you can imagine
Santiago: clearly, you had very bad luck today because today’s 10 (sgala from 18.02.2023) is in between Boris’ bubble and Laura
Boris: how cute
Santiago: Jokes aside, I-I... I thought it was easy the dron, in fact I told him before, during the training (in the studio) and he said “do you wanna try for a bit?” and I said “ yes let me”. Because a lot of time as a jury, we are ignorants about the difficulties. And it’s true that is very sensitive the trigger (he says that, but he means the joystick), let’s say that joystick.
Roberto: the lever
Santiago: Very, very sensitive.
Jorge: just in case, we moved there to hide behind (not sure where he means, but he is behind Roberto for some reason)
Roberto: like when
Jorge: *Jorge rambles something about spikes, maybe when in another challenge they removed the contestants from the sofa*
Roberto: *he says something about going into hiding*
Santiago: you did well. If with him, that controls/knows about it, they used a screen as protection, when I used it, everybody moved/gone into hiding. So yes, I truly congratulate you did an excellent job. A shame about that fall that will make you to not have the maximum score, but a good score nonetheless.
Roberto: well, it was inside of what was permitted. Let’s go Julio.
Julio: I have- I have a drone for a couple of years already and I don’t drive/handle half as good as you did today. So it’s incredible for me. Very good, bro. Very good
Roberto: Well Jorge Lorenzo, congratulations. Another day, another challenge completed
Boris: very good (J)orge
Roberto: from one Jorge Lorenzo we go to one Jorge Blanco, that ....
#Antena3#El Desafío#Jorge Lorenzo#Roberto Leal#Maril�� Montero#Boris Izaguirre#Enrique Iglesias#Julio Iglesias Jr.#Juan del Val#Pilar Rubio#Santiago Segura#Rosa López#I'll post the last one tomorrow
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small rant roday because i wanna talk about today and stuff
um so straight off the bat im in the bus with C and a friend of ours ill just call D for the time being. and so theyre just talking amongst themselves not really including me which yeah i kinda feel shitty because of that but eh. they get off the bus still not talking to me at all which is kinda unusual because theyll atleast try talking to me
anyways i can already tell that C does not wanna be near me like theyre showing B stuff and not showing me unless i ask “can i see?” which just sounds soooo desperate ugh and they were also just not talking to me only responding with a “ok.” which like okay
um so i go with B walking around talking about mario (and a little bit of C because i wanted to mention that C does not like me) and so he and A are walking around idk what they were talking about mmfao
the most came from my dance lesson where C and D are talking shit about someone which to my overthinking mind im immediately rhinking me so i go to get my bottle in a separate room because its like my only chance to be by myself and chill out so i dont breakdown /nav
um so then at some point C is RIGHT NECT TO ME. with my tiktok up, ahowing D. and theyre talking about me. right fucking next to me. which uh what the actual fuck?? they moved away and i heard D say faintly “shes waiting for you to leave first” which no the fuck im not?? im actively sending you apologies for being distant, im sending you nice tiktoks and you think that?? um so i just get really anxious and panicky (none of this is a vent) like close to tears breathing heavy the whole package!! i go to the bathroom so i can fucking calm down (and apparently they were shittalking me while i was gone) uh im still feeling nauseous
anyways so english is next and i have B in my vlass so i tell them that like “hey i have to talk to you about stuff” and so at lunch i tell them about what happened in dance and i also told them about the fact that C does things that i donttttt like at all (i told her to continue acting normal and not confrontational because i dont wanna cause a rift in the friendgroup)
so end of the day woo hoo im boiling ik nauseous i have a headache im tired overall doing grand and im in the bus and D and C are talking to some guy on the phone and idk why but all of a sudden C starts talking to me normally again??? like you spent all day either avoiding me or shit talking me and then youre just gonna talk about some random cunt i dont care about anymore thats a therian?? like dude and you expect me to act normally the whole fucking day?? its like what
um so i gave him a huge apology since ive been distant recently but to be honest i think that wasnt good of me to do. like he was the one that did me wrong, that insulted me, that repeatedly made me uncomfortable, that bit me, that stole my phone and went through it, that lies to me constantly, that shit talked me infront of me, the list goes on, but somehow im the one who ended up apologising and its just so backwards. it happens so much that i end up apologising to people who fucked me over and i just dont know how to stop i just cant handle people hating me or ignoring me or just ugh.
anyways thats my dayyyyy :3 have a nice one by- AHHHHHH AGHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHELP ME HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *drunken father beats me to a bloody pulp, laughing track plays*
also i was rlly stressed out about the whole kissing thing because idk what if i fuck up and so i asked him and be said like lemme put the screenshot. like soskiejsidhhuhhhhh
istg this cannot be platonic anymore istggggg
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long vent. wanted to get it out somewhere but wanted something a little more vulnerable that notes app. please genuinely ignore this, I don’t want anyone reaching out because I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow. love you lot (hopefully no one reading this)
why am I such an overthinker, so many people point it out and each time I can acknowledge it but never fix it. It feels like an endless cycle of acknowledgement that yes, I am, and then embarrassment that people have to point it out to me.
I don’t MEAN to be like this, but knowing that everyone around me could decide they hate me is such a terrifying thought I’m yet to comprehend. I think the worst part is that it’s happened before. I wish I wasn’t so dependant on praise form others to keep going, fucking hell even sexually I need constant appraisal and validation that what I’m doing is okay. What the fuck is wrong with me.
I need everyone else to be okay and comfortable before I even think about what I want. Every fucking interaction I’ve had I leave thinking they must hate me. They must be waiting for a time for me to leave so they can talk about me behind my back. Again.
Fuck knows what caused it, but who really cares. The bullying? The exile from my group, who later tried to stage an intervention because I was being overly positive and they didn’t like that? I was being overly positive because I was terrified of being mean. Because being mean meant someone had a reason to be mean back. Didn’t stop em, eh?
I drive everyone around me away the minute I show a sign of weakness. These past few weeks have been the most intensely close of my life, and I love it and hate it in equal measures. I know my constant checkup is annoying as fuck, and I wish I didn’t have to do that. I wish I could just enjoy being utterly ruined and not have to derive my pleasure from knowing that someone else is enjoying ruining me. The best part about it is that I get to turn my brain off for a bit, but recently I can’t even seem to do that.
Maybe that’s why I enjoy it so much. The fact I don’t have to take control over everything. But the minute I don’t have control I’m spiraling. These past few weeks, again, perfect example. Knowing that I’m not a true equal anymore, and never will be, is a terrifying prospect I’m not too sure I can handle. I love the freedom of being mindless but losing independence at such a crucial time I should be learning it isnt great.
I love him. But not in the traditional sense. Not in the lovey romantic way. I softblocked him, but have no way to know if he’ll ever see this account again so if you do, hi. But you already know all of this. I love his slightly crooked smile, the way his eyes shrink when he grins at me, and his Friday dress sense. Problem is, I just can’t see it as more than a lust. I can’t see past our years of friendship to reach a romantic light.
I truly love him, and could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. But not in a partner sense. The problem is, by establishing this power dynamic he now has utterly control over me in every situation where we were previously equals. Which means I’m struggling to speak, form coherent sentences, to the point where he’s forced to take the lead. I love him, but I can’t keep doing this. I need a way of keeping our dynamic inside the bedroom. Problem is, it’s my fault. I take the first step, winding him up, then get stressed when he jokingly responds. And then all I can think about is him for hour and get no revision done in the slightest.
Not too sure how to tackle it though. The minute we move away from each other people will notice. And I don’t want to! I love his company, truly. I just wish it didn’t send me into this helpless state.
I knew it would happen, too. I warned both of us, but we wanted to take that risk. Of course, two horny teenagers, fun. But it makes me want to be utterly his and burn the necklace we picked out for me at the same time. I can feel myself changing, for the better, but I know it’s for him.
I bought a dress. For him. Beautiful, silky one. I look beautiful in it, I’d go as far as hot. Problem is, i bought it to please him. I bought the tights to please him. I wear the necklace to please him. Although I’m loving the experimentation, I’m doing it because I know he’ll like it. I get put in my place time after time, and although I fucking love it I feel like it’s doing a number on my mental health. I need someone gentle, telling me I’m so good and brilliant and just what they wanted. And although he’s great at that, I almost don’t believe him anymore. I don’t believe anyone, really.
Parents came to see the show. Talked about how brilliant everyone was. I got a small ‘you were good’. Not being up my own arse, I had a ton of people come up to me after and pass along compliments form themselves and family members. I know I’m great, but it means nothing to me unless people I care about can say it. Parents have never been any good at praise, I guess. Probably why I have a fucking praise kink I don’t know.
Thing is, I’m not always like this. I’m a fucking published author. I’m a bloody fantastic vocalist, doing extremely well in academics and socially, and yet I spend my entire life doing this for other people. I feel this extreme amount of guilt if I’m not perfect, all the time. People call me their role model. Fucking hell, I’m no role model. But I present as one, and that’s what matters, I guess.
Having someone come up to you and say ‘they want to be like me’ is terrifying. Other children who don’t even go to the same academic school are recognising me in town, pointing me out to their parents. I love the attention, but it also makes me realise truly how many eyes are on me. I cannot fuck up.
Im just a walking people pleaser, really. An overthinker, even. I’m probably overthinking this, but fuck it i said this account would become my random shit vent one so there we go. I just wish I wasn’t such a doormat.
And it’s past 10pm, so I should trust my thoughts. Might start a ‘things I shouldn’t say’ locked note to stop me checking up every 30 minutes to make sure he’s okay with everything.
TLDR: deep dive into my overthinking insecurities, me reaching the root of my I can never feel validation from other people, and the people who I should believe it from are lying to be nice to me. I love my life. Goodnight.
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“Signora von Edelstein?” A man says, his heavy Italian accent penetrating the thick oaken wood of the ornate door. “Your meal has arrived,”
Sunlight spills into the room from wide windows accented with blue and yellow patterned curtains. Erzsèbet pulls her silk chemise over her chest and wraps a woven shawl around her shoulders and neck. After examining herself in the mirror to make sure last night’s marks are not visible, she strolls to the door and opens it slowly. Outside her room waits a well dressed man accompanied by a full spread of breakfast foods.
“Grazie” Erzsèbet says, bowing her head and opening the door so that the man can move the heavy platters into the vicinity of their fine mahogany table. As he does, she spares a quick glance to the man still sleeping heavily underneath plush blankets. She twists her engagement ring with two fingers, staring down at the deep amethyst gem in contemplation.
Roderich’s proposal had seemed like a joke, a cheap trick, revenge at the man he hates and the man he knows she loves. But then she had seen the panic in his violet eyes and realized this was something else entirely. A last ditch attempt to save his power by giving her sovereignty. He had asked her to choose between Gilbert and her people. A bargain he knew she’d have to accept.
“Do you require anything else?” The waiter’s words jolt Erzsèbet out of her musings. She flashes a demure smile and shakes her head, sending the man off with another “grazie”.
The second the oaken door slams shut, she exhales.
“Signora von Edelstein, eh?”
Erzsèbet whirls around to see her lover sitting up in their plush bed. If there’s one thing she can say about Gilbert, it’s that he is unfairly handsome. The sunlight reflects off of his tanned chest, showing off his toned muscles in sharp relief. Platinum hair the color of ice reaches down to his chin in shaggy sections, standing in stark contrast with his blood-red eyes. Half wrapped in a plush comforter and sitting atop an ornate bed, he looks more like the princeling he hates than the warrior that Erzsèbet fell in love with.
“What of it?” She asks, attempting to gain her composure after laying eyes on the far too attractive body of her lover.
“Nothin’ much,” Gilbert says with a smirk, lolling his head lazy as he gazes at Erzsèbet with half lidded eyes. “Just basking in the thought of Signora von Edelstein with his ring on her finger wearing my marks,”
Erzsèbet brings her hand up to her throat, where her shawl has slipped off and the bruises Gilbert left on her last night are clearly visible. It’s not like she left him without any gifts, teeth marks litter his shoulders and neck. They only have two weeks before they return and incur Roderich’s wrath and they are making every night count. Or, given the way that Gilbert is looking at her, every night and morning.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Reichshund,” Erzsèbet says, smirking as she uses her favorite pejorative for Gilbert. “It’s time to eat,”
Without waiting for his reaction, she settles into a plush armchair and arranges her chemise in a way that just so happens to highlight her muscular thighs and ample bosom. Leaning forward far more than she needs to, Erzsèbet takes a piece of bacon between her fingers and bites down. The way her tongue flicks over her plump lips is not lost on Gilbert, and neither is the way that she slips the engagement ring off of her finger and places it on the table.
Here, with Gilbert, she doesn’t need to be Signora von Edelstein. She can just be his Erzsèbet.
AGGGHGHH IM BITING THEM
bro your character descriptions the atmosohere the V I B E
Your writing is MADE for these three
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And thats wuotr a dress too.. how many dresses do you have Emma Watson? Lots eh. Nothing im just arguing with my governmrbt tryn to me i owe them money. I yold them fuuuuck you you better fo your cslculations again amd do them ltoper this time you dtupod msple syrup loving piece of shit. No i hace the money i ust hate those assholes so i slways fuck them over. Im goin yo biy dome good weed now with their mobwy the fucks. Evebtually ill oay. Sloely after they send me more letters. These fuckn people could fie Emma i dont care. Theyre not important to me at all Emma i slways yell wt them. They were like you dodnt even do this year or that years taxes. I was like i fo g owe you shot gor those years. To tell you the truth this fuckn country is a great place for rubes and theveorkds vollextive rejects. I wanna move somewhere. Ill emma great from this fuckn giant rat hole in the snow. Yeah yeah thatscehat they say. They mnow this place is fucjed too thst jyst sint hot no bslls like me. I snack these bitches around every day theyre ciwards if Gid rver made any. They think there are set rules to life. I hate that.
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