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frenreyfire · 7 months ago

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Intro Post Yippee!!

Who am I?- How I tag things (+ Trigger Tags) - Boundaries- Before you Follow

Who am I?

♡ I am Travis. I'm plural, but i'm the main dog on this blog.

♡ Previous Usernames (pink is for tumblr names): spacekids, gummieshark, angelthlng. I use minthardcore on other websites.

♡ I use they/them, it/its, ny/nym pronouns (ny/nym is basically just he/him pronouns but replace the h with n and the i with y. Do not he/him me).

♡18

♡ Sapphic, aromantic, generally queer and a-spec, nonbinary, therian/otherkin/doggy thingy 👍

♡ I primarily post digital art (I use Procreate (or IbisPaintX, not super often tho) w/ an I Pad + Apple Pencil or I use jspaint with a trackpad), but I do a lot of traditional art (graphite, colored pencil, gouache, pastels, collage- basically any medium I can get my hands on. Primarily graphite though). I also knit and dabble in other physical arts like that. One of my favorite projects I've done is making a lithograph print. I’ve also made a long furby and my current pipe dream is to make a BJD.

♡ Games/Books/Comics/Shows Interests- Half Life but the AI is Self Aware, Half Life, a lot of other Half Life extant media, TF2, Dungeon Meshi, DND, Fin fin (on teo the magic planet), I have no mouth and I must scream, the Bible/Christianity (I am not Christian I just think it's neat), MLP, Portal, Mouthwashing, Elden Lied

♡ General Interests- Angels, Armor (specifically medieval european armor), Wizards, biology, conservation, activism, aliens, plushies & dolls, furbies and extant media. I like Nu Metal, 80's-90's pop, K&J-Pop, Country, Rap, and a lot of other genres! I love music and listening to things.

How I tag things

♡ Not Mine- Self explanatory. Posts that are not mine that I’ve reblogged.

♡ Mine- Writing, drawing, or other things I post.

♡ Sorta mine/kinda mine/stepchild post- Usually a reblog response/ collaboration that I feel I haven’t contributed to enough for it to be mine.

♡ Important/Fundraiser- Important resources or fundraiser I encourage y’all to check out.

♡ Travid Art- My Art

♡ Travid Doodles- Doodles/WIPS

♡ travid barks- Random thoughts I have

♡ Textpost- My textposts

♡ Good shit- Stuff I really like!

♡ I have other things I tag a lot but they’re pretty inconsistent. I go through cycles of tagging random stuff.

♡ I only put fandom tags on my own original posts, not on reblogs.

♡ Trigger/Content Tags I use- blood, gore, firearms, artistic nudity, suggestive, nsft, nsft text, flash, flashing, eyestrain, suicide joke

Boundaries

♡ Likes w/ no reblogs- Absolutely!

♡ Rambling in reblogs- Please! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my stuff :)

♡ Tagging me/Messaging me about stuff- Sure! If you think I’d like something, lmk!

♡ Using my art as a PFP or banner (or as anything else)- Please ask and credit me.

♡ Reposting (not reblogging, re-uploading my stuff here or on another site)- Ask me and I might make an acceptation, but usually no. If you're going to do it at least credit me and link my post though.

♡ Venting on my posts- Unless it’s a vent post itself, No.

♡ Requests- Sure! If I like your idea I might draw it. If your idea doesn’t interest me I won’t draw it. You are not entitled to my time. I am not going to draw your dog. Unless it’s cute.

♡DMs- Sure! Again, you are not entitled to my time but if you want to DM me, feel free.

♡ Critiques- Sure! I’m always looking to improve and if something looks weird, lmk! Art is a hobby for me. I do not have a lot of time to spend on it. Do not be rude/condescending and do not be mad if I don’t follow your advice.

♡ I am not responsible for anyone else’s mental health. I am not an art machine. I am not a therapist. I do not owe anyone anything. You do not need to know everything about me. I'm fine sharing about my personal experiences, but if I say "no" I mean it and I will block if pressed.

♡ I struggle a lot with social cues. If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, let me know!

Before You Follow

♡ I can't really control who interacts w/ me, so this is purely a b4 u follow/ DNF (i'm using this acronym. i'm sorry to all who know).

♡ Don't follow if ur under 16- I post weird shit. Get outta here.

♡ DNF Pro-Israel people, Eco fascists, people who actually like Joe Biden, libertarians, radqueers and radfems- just don’t follow if you’re a dick. Also goes for bigots & rightwingers obvi.

♡ If you self-identify as a proshipper/profic person DNF. y'all have rancid vibes I don't want to deal with.

♡ Also softer DNF if you think that like. Extreme kinks are problematic? I'm into gore and I don't think fiction 1-to-1 applies to reality. There's still ways it influences it, but like. i don't think someone's gonna become a murderer because they found gore art hot. emphasis on the art. i'm not getting into an ethics debate on my bio thingy but consuming irl "problematic" content is unethical imo. moving on

♡ I'm uninterested in debating ppl about my boundaries. I don't have to talk to you. Why do you even want to talk to someone who doesn't want to talk to you? Goober.

♡ I don’t care what media you like. I am highly critical of certain medias, and I am not responsible for warning you about that. If you will have a meltdown over criticism of your favorite show, assume I hate it and don’t follow.

♡ If you're going to get upset at me about media I like, do not. I will not engage in that. I was a DSMP fan when I was 13. I have been to too many rodeos to care. I'm usually pretty good at acknowledging faults in medias I consume. If u want to point out something I miss, go ahead! But I'm probably aware of, like, the weird undertones of Elfen Lied.

♡I engage with NSFW creators. I might reblog explicit or NSFW posts. I might not tag them because my bar for explicit/NSFW content is pretty high (I went to art museums as a kid so nudity isn't inherently erotic to me and I'm bad at reading intent). I tag explicit stuff with "NSFT" and related tags. If you have a problem with that, do not follow.

♡ I'm not going to post explicit NSFW, but I draw nudity (not full frontal nudity, just topless stuff :P). I will tag it as such but be warned.

♡ I also do a wee bit of horny posting (horny tagging? idk), so beware.

♡ I block somewhat conservatively, but I do block people if I dislike them enough.

♡Ik DNI lists are sooo last season but I'm mainly putting this here to cut my losses. I don't really check the pages of ppl who follow/interact with me, but if I catch a whiff of this stuff I'll block. So yk. We can prevent this from happening if you dont follow me or if you block me first <3.

Updated- Nov 9, 2024

#intro post #mine #long post #text post

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stylesloveclub · 2 years ago

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about me!

this blog contains explicit content, so please dni if you are under 18!!! larries also pls do not interact!!!

hi!!! welcome to my blog!! my name is ira and i love harry (obviously)!! i also love taylor, lorde, lana, etc etc :) im a huge twilight girl and u may have noticed that i have mentioned pride and prejudice (2005) in a lot of my writing bc it’s my favvvvv movie ever !!!! i read lots and lots of books and i love talking about them, i’m always eager to receive book recs!!!

u wanna be friends w me? YAY, i wanna be friends with u too!! i’m really not the best texting buddy (SORRY), so i don’t usually respond to any dms! if u want to talk to me the best way is through my ask box!! i promise i try my best to respond to asks daily and i really really really do love talking to everyone!!! i just ask that if u do become a regular anon/asker, pls don’t spam ! sometimes it takes me a while to respond just bc life gets busy and stuff, so if i still haven’t responded try keep it to like ... one or two asks a day LOL :)

also please think twice before you send something dark/heavy. i love talking to u guys and giving advice, but at the end of the day i’m not a therapist or a professional of any sorts. If you really are seeking someone to talk to, try one of these resources:

24/7 Crisis Hotline: 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: If you or someone you know is struggling or in crisis, help is available. Call or text 988 or chat 988lifeline.org. Veterans, press 1 when calling.

Crisis Text Line: Text TALK to 741-741 to text with a trained crisis counselor from the Crisis Text Line for free, 24/7

LASTLY, please do not send any invasive or uncomfortable asks. i will not respond to asks that i feel invade my privacy and you will most likely be blocked!

are u a writer??? YAY!!!! ppl often ask me if i can beta read/ edit their stories, and while i’d LOVE to help, unfortunately i genuinely barely have time to work on my own fics :( I PROMISE if we ever talk about ur writing and i have the time i will offer my help!!! but if i say no pls do not take it personal :(

I do not give permission for anyone to copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my writing on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are Tumblr, Patreon, and Wattpad, under the username @stylesloveclub. Any other reposts of my writing will be reported as plagiarism and taken down. My blog is 18+, so minors pls dni!

taken anons: lover anon 💗, flower anon 🌷, acotar anon 🥀, baking anon ❣️, hospital anon, balloon anon 🎈, moon anon 🌙, pregnant anon, waitress anon! if u want to be an emoji anon just lmk! :)

#about me

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cacodaemonia · 2 months ago

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Ah, I see the stalker diaper-babies are at it again 🙄 Normally, I wouldn't reblog this because trolls don't deserve any food, but I just wanted to encourage folks to support op and reblog some of the cloneship ficlets they've been sharing :D (also, op, lmk if you'd rather I delete this post!)

Compared to when the BNF antis' harassment campaigns were in full swing during 2021 and 2022, TCW fandom these days seems a lot less hostile toward cloneshipping—as well as toward other two parts of the Holy Trinity of Problematique Shippes, Rexsoka and Obikin. And while that could just be due to my block/filter list being ten miles long, I hope it's more the result of most newer people in the fandom not cowering before a small, loud group of puritanical bullies.

Back when I still bothered to share art or fics on Tumblr, folks like me were being hassled (the antis made spreadsheets, y'all 😂 spreadsheets with like 300 usernames on them), and most people in the fandom would only send anon support to us. Meanwhile, they completely stopped interacting with/reblogging from anyone the antis targeted because they were scared of becoming the next targets. To this day, I'm not allowed to acknowledge having been friends with a popular artist because their real name is attached to their Tumblr and they were afraid of the antis finding that info.

But as I've pointed out a million times, if everyone simply stopped worrying about creeps who obsess over how other people spend their free time, we could all just ignore them and enjoy fandom.

So yeah, don't be like 2020-2022 era TCW fandom. Be better than that and please support anyone you see getting hate. But also, don't engage with any of the antis—just block them, filter their usernames, and continue reblogging whatever fics, art, meta, podfics, etc. you like.

Bullies don't deserve attention, but people contributing positively to fandom do! <3

You ship brothers you are a disgusting human being you will die alone because you are a freak. Wishing you the worst in life

Thanks, Pookie! See you in hell!

But seriously, the block button is free, but I don't expect you to know that, seeing as you completely bypassed the DNI on my profile.

Also, your favorite clone is taking it in the ass from Cody as we speak.

#fandom wank #purity culture #ship wars #antis #cw harassment #fandom #tcw #clone ship #anon hate #also‚ turning off anon asks is helpful because antis are cowards

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tsukkismoonlight · 2 years ago

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There's a note on your desk...

Edit: These are now being closed for the time being ! Thank you everyone who has sent something in! I am going to be working on these for the next few days, given i have the time to get them done with work and all (gross, work,,, i am currently,, working)

Hello all!! I have decided to open up some match ups ! I'll be accepting them for a few days, starting right now, and ending on the 29th or so (depending on if anyone sends them in, i may or may not keep them open for a while)

What they'll consist of:

▪︎ a character who I think you'd fit with !

▪︎ either headcanons, or a drabble !

▪︎ if im feeling up to it, some sort of moodboard/lockscreen, or a few songs that also fit !

▪︎ honestly im not too sure but !! Anyways

What I'll need from you:

▪︎ a description of yourself (pictures not necessary! If you happen to send one, and don't want me to post it, please lmk) I wanna know hobbies, personality traits, favorite colors, anything you think would be helpful!

▪︎ you can put your age, or just an age range, gender preference, romantic or platonic ect.

▪︎ which fandom, or fandoms you'd like me to choose from (Out of the ones im going to list that is)

▪︎ depending on the day or time, I'll just need a bit of patience, i work a lot this coming week (dreading it already)

What I will do:

ill do match ups from any of the following fandoms

▪︎ Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Naruto, Tokyo Revengers, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Obey Me

▪︎ these will most likely be cute & fluffy, i may throw some au's in there (if you have one in mind, pls lmk!)

▪︎ it is about to be spooky season, so some may even be fall themed!

▪︎ this is a sfw blog so i wont be doing any nsfw or anything that relates to violence or gore and whatnot

▪︎ on the small chance you send me a picture of yourself, and you dont mention anything about your age, i will not be posting them! I will tag you with your username, or if you leave an emoji, i will use that as well!

▪︎ i will be using the tag #/matchups at midnight , so if you'd prefer not to see these, you can block that tag!

If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask !

#matchups at midnight #multi fandoms #haikyuu!!#hq #attack on titan #aot #demon slayer #kny demon slayer #naruto #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #obey me #obey me game #match ups #multifandom match ups

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soahappylowman · 4 years ago

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Boundaries ch. 7 (Happy Lowman)

Summary: Happy’s in charge of protecting a camgirl from Diosa Words: 2702, yikes (don’t get use to this, i suck) Warning: There is talk about sexual assault, and mild sexually suggestiveness Notes: bruuuuhhhh, I am SO SORRY, and I know that doesn’t mean much because y’all waited... months. I’m so sorry, between pandemic and work, I had some personal things happen and I had to move. I usually like to stay a chapter ahead and I’ve just been too demotivated to write. I’m going to put more effort into writing again, but at a manageable pace. I’m so sorry about any errors or pacing problems, I’m still working through it. I think my goal is to release the whole thing, then go back and edit. I really appreciate some of the love shown recently, and those that stuck around. If you want in on the tag list, lmk.

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Happy didn’t follow Tessa right away. Instead, he was staring at the spot that she was just standing, confused. He wasn’t sure why but that whole exchanged seemed like a betrayal. He shouldn’t feel like that, he didn’t know Tessa all that well, let alone had any loyalty to her. Happy frowned deeper, but decided to leave this subject behind him, even if his hand was tingling from where she was holding it.

When he finally came out to the parking lot, Tessa was just reaching his bike. She was rocking back and forth in her cowgirl boots and her arms crossed over her chest. The golden sun hour reflected across her long hair, illuminating the deep red hints in her hair. Happy sighed deeply, again feeling conflicted.

“Where are we going?” Tessa didn’t look at him as she addressed him.

“Don’t have a plan.” Happy approached the bike and picked up the helmet for Tessa.

“Well, I haven’t eaten all day. We can go to a little coffee shop in Lodi I tend to frequent.” Tessa grabbed his helmet from his hand and then mounted the back of the bike behind him. Happy simply nodded.

“Tell me where to go.” Tessa settled in behind him, although Happy noticed she didn’t sit as close as the first time she got on his bike, he tried not to be disappointed.

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Happy held out a hand for her to dismount, even though she definitely knew how as he’s seen her do it a couple times already. He tried not to feel so self-satisfied when she grabbed onto his hand anyways.

Happy looked up at the establishment in front of him and nearly groaned. He should’ve thought about letting her pick a place for them, but he didn’t and now he’s sitting in front of some girly ass coffee shop. He tried not to roll his eyes as Tessa excitedly bounced into the building.

Walking into the building was no better either. The color palette included pastel purple, pink and blue. Happy felt beyond out of place, but didn’t say anything as Tessa approached the counter. Happy got to appreciate her once again as she lifted her hips onto the counter and bent forward, looking for a worker. In a flash, Happy imagine what it would be like if she were naked and he bent her over the counter, wrapped her long hair around his fingers as he – nope. Stop. This isn’t what he came here for. He definitely needed to get laid tonight. Still, Happy could appreciate what a good body looked like. He could feel his dick twitch in his pants.

Pretty soon, the distraction he needed came in form of a young man coming from the back room.

“Hey, welcome to – Tessa? Oh my god, where have you been?” Happy’s eyes narrowed at the man that approached Tessa with enthusiasm. He looked to be about Tessa’s age, hair a deep brown with it shorter on the sides than on the top. Approximately 5’11”, lean, slightly muscular but those muscles were for show, Happy could tell. Happy could take him.

“Hey Steve,” Tessa sent him a small smile. Steve leaned forward at the counter to touch Tessa’s arm and she instinctively stepped back and towards Happy. Happy put a hand on her hip in response to her leaning back towards him. At Tessa’s movement, Steve stopped leaning forward and stepped back behind the counter, eyes snapping down to the hand Happy had possessively on her hip. Steve’s face donned a frown, but in an second, it was gone.

“How are you? It’s good to see you.” Steve held a small smile directed towards Tessa.

“I’m good, thanks for asking. Sorry I’ve been a little MIA, I’ve been busy. Can I get my usual please?” Tessa shot him a grin, like there was an inside joke added to that. Steve shot her a widened, sly smile back. Happy noted the distinct lack of acknowledge from Steve and felt a familiar feeling of irritation crawl up his spine.

“Coming right up,” Steve turned to start whatever order was Tessa’s ‘usual’.

“Wait, Happy did you want anything?” Tessa turned into Happy’s arm, the image they projected was much more intimate than what they actually were with Tessa tucked up under his arm wrapped protectively in his embrace and her looking up at him innocently. Happy knew that this wasn’t her intention but he still felt a deeper level of satisfaction at the dark look Steve shot towards the biker. Happy had to keep a smirk off his face. Happy was competitive by nature, it wasn’t his fault that this felt like a win to him.

“Just a black coffee and whatever she’s gettin’,” Happy reached into his pocket and pulled a twenty out of a large stack of bills, throwing it onto the counter without looking away from Steve. “Will that cover it?” Happy really just said that to rub it in, he figured that whatever they were getting wasn’t going to exceed that.

“Wait, Happy, are you sure? I can pay.” Tessa was looking up at him again, and for a second he forgot about Steve.

“Don’t worry about it, little girl. Go sit down.” Happy tapped her hip as she smiled up at him and turned to find a booth in the corner of the boutique coffeeshop.

“Keep the change,” Happy didn’t try to fight off the smirk this time as he turned and headed to the booth with Tessa already occupying.

“Thanks for buying,” Tessa shot him another grin, but all Happy did was grunt. Two steps forward, five steps back.

“How long ago did this stalking thing start?” Tessa sighed deeply, hoping they wouldn’t have to jump right into this but that didn’t appear to be on Happy’s agenda.

“About a month, maybe a month and half ago. If we’re considering the comments as the start. Again, it was just comments that were a little obscure from the same username that eventually progressed to things that involved personal info. Then they became violent, talking about what he would do to my body but in more, ah, specific details. Didn’t matter if I deleted his comments or blocked his account. He’ll make a new one and he’ll spam me. He would comment on video after video. About a week ago I went to leave my apartment to get help and there was a note on my car. Then I didn’t leave for 5 more days. You were around for the rest.” Tessa’s arms were crossed over her chest, subconsciously rubbing against themselves.

“Where do you spend most of your time?” Tessa took another deep breath.

“I don’t really go anywhere but Diosa and my apartment. I like to come here but I don’t really go anywhere else. I’m kind of a homebody.” Happy’s eyes slid to Steve making Tessa’s drink.

“How do you know this guy?” Happy’s head inclined towards the barista.

“Who, Steve? Actually, we met in college. I didn’t finish and I don’t talk to anyone else who I met there. Steve’s one of my only friends to be honest, kind of sad.” Tessa let out a weak chuckle.

“Why didn’t you finish school?” Happy threw an arm over the back of the booth, epitome of casual.

Tessa took a deep breath, unsure of how to proceed. She’s typically a private person and she didn’t see how much of this even pertained to what Happy needed.

“I needed to pay my bills and my college kicked me out for being a camgirl. Bad press or something.” Tessa didn’t look him in the eye when she said this, she was a terrible liar.

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice came out harsh and viper sharp. Tessa snapped up to look at him.

“I’m not,” it was weak coming out of her mouth. Tessa knew she’d been made but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Happy. “Look, it’s not that simple.”

Happy took a long look at Tessa, surveying the tiny woman in front of him. Her body language screamed uncomfortable.

“Look, I’m sure you don’t wanna tell me what happened but it might help me find the guy doing this.” Tessa shook her head.

“I don’t want this to be everyone’s business.” Tessa lifted her eyes to Happy, hoping to convey the importance of this to her.

“Only those who need to know.” Happy didn’t mention that it would likely being the whole club if it was important information, but he would be the one to determine that.

“I was a camgirl since freshman year, my dad is dead and my mom split when I was a baby. I had to put myself through college. However, it only became a problem for my school when they found out junior year after I was sexually assaulted at a frat party.” Tessa didn’t look at Happy, who didn’t say anything, waiting for Tessa to elaborate.

“I went to think party with my friends, and usually I’m careful with my drinks but I must’ve not been as careful as I thought. I blacked out, I have no idea what happened. Steve found me in the backyard stuffed into a bush with no pants on. I had bruises all over me and a broken rib. Other than the lack of pants, the severe pain that I felt… down there let know that I didn’t just party too hard.” Tessa began to rub her head, a tension headache arising.

“Steve helped me to the ER where a rape kit and toxicology report told me what I already knew, someone had slipped me a roofie and then when I blacked out took whatever he felt like from me. I brought the case to the authorities on campus but because I didn’t know who did it, they wouldn’t even investigate it. A week later, a local journalist got hold of the story about how a college campus let another sexual assault go unchecked and published. The catch was that my work as a camgirl came out with that. The school released me from their programming, stating that my ‘extracurricular activities’ didn’t align with their code of conduct and I was kicked out. The truth is that they were afraid of the PR that would come with a camgirl getting raped at a frat party. You know, all that “well she’s a sex worker, she was asking for it” argument wasn’t something that they wanted to attach to their name.” Tessa shrugged as she recanted the story for Happy. Happy didn’t look all that affected by what she said and to be fair, she was relieved. She didn’t want to deal with the pity involved or the false angry people felt for her.

“When I left the school, Steve was the only one who stuck with me. The friends that I went to the party with acted like I was asking for and that it was my choice to wake up like that in the bushes. Many of them were dating or friends with the guys in the frat who threw the party and kept telling me that none of the guys in the frat would do that, they were ‘nice guys’”, Tessa used air quotes. “So I found an apartment for cheap in Lodi and after a few months of solo work, Diosa found me and cut a contract for me. Best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Happy didn’t let on to how he felt, although he had the sensation of bugs crawling all over him. He could see that this is clearly where her boundary problems came from. To think that you’re investing money into your education and they don’t even have the decency to protect you? They had no problem taking her money from her work but god forbid they treat her like a human. Happy fought off a frown, not wanting to let her know how bothered he was. First, she gets assaulted on campus, then she gets kicked out and now this asshole is literally stalking her. Happy didn’t get men. No pussy was better than willing pussy, and to put someone like her through it all to get your dick wet seemed like… too much work. He could appreciate that she was a very attractive woman, don’t get him wrong. If the opportunity presented itself, he would absolutely let her ride his cock towards her own Kingdom Come, but that didn’t excuse the behavior of the men treating her like this. Still, Happy didn’t feel pity for the woman. Tessa seemed to come out of her previous experience with her humor and strength intact. He saw the way she pulled herself together after finding her apartment a mess and her cat dead. Sitting with her now, Happy didn’t see a single trace of her hardships. He briefly wondered if she just managed to cope through it all, or if she was bottling it all up. In the end it doesn’t matter, what’s done was done, and Happy would do what he would do and make this asshole who thought that he could own her disappear and he would do it gladly.

“Do you have any idea who the guy was?” Tessa looked up at Happy, shaking her head.

“Honestly? Not a clue. To be honest, it’s something that I left behind and I don’t even care who the guy was. Everything about the situation makes my skin crawl and there’s more than one perpetrator here. The college is at fault too.” Happy nodded his head.

“What was the name of the frat?” Tessa thought for a second.

“Alpha Phi? I don’t really know, Greek life wasn’t for me and I didn’t really spend a lot of time there. I didn’t know many of the members and it happened over a year ago now. About two.” Happy nodded again.

In that moment, Steve arrived with plates of their food and the coffees. Happy’s plain black coffee was placed sloppily in front of him, and a drink in a mug with a mountain of whip cream was placed in front of Tessa.

Happy lifted an eyebrow at Tessa, who smiled sleeplessly at Happy. Happy didn’t acknowledge Steve as he placed the food down and a water for Tessa.

“Thanks, Stevie,” Tessa shot him a bright smile.

“Anything for you, Tess,” Steve lingered a second, but one look at Happy and he turned and went back behind the counter, leaving the pair to their coffee and sandwiches.

“Got enough coffee with that pile of whip cream, Tessa?” Happy had a smirk on his face. Tessa’s eyes bore right into Happy’s. Without saying a word, she gathered her hair in one hand on the side of her and leaned down. Happy’s dick twitched again as he watched her little pink tongue sneak out of her mouth to gather up a sizeable bite of the white cream, all while Tessa maintained her eye contact with Happy. Happy’s tongue came out to coat his bottom lip in response, a smirk still plastered on his face. Instantly Happy was brought back to the imagery from earlier, Tessa’s hair wrapped around his fist, hands on her hip, bent over the counter as he slammed into her. This time, the image returned tenfold and with Steve at the counter watching him do it.

Tessa leaned up, and for a second relished the sexual tension in the room. She enjoyed being sexy, she enjoyed being desired. She really enjoyed the look on Happy’s face and the fact that in that moment, he desired her. All thoughts of the woman from the clubhouse had momentarily vanished.

Without warning, Tessa let out a giggle. She wasn’t even sure what she was giggling at, maybe the tension getting to her.

“Oh please, don’t let me stop you.” Happy gestured to the cup of whip creamed coffee. Tessa grabbed the wrapper from her straw and tossed it at Happy, who easily batted it away.

“Shut up,” Tessa was rolling her eyes at Happy, but she felt genuinely at easy. Laughter still stuck on her tongue like the cream and a sly smile playing on her lips.

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#happy lowman #happy lowman fic #sons of anarchy #soa #soa fic #soahappylowman

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virgilsinferno · 5 years ago

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SPILLR » CHAPTER ONE

important :: this is a horror fic and might contain triggering content. proceed with caution.

tw :: choking, getting chased (please let me know if i missed any)

word count :: 3073

notes :: i am not entirely sure with how many chapters there will be, but if you want to be removed from the taglist or added, just lmk.

intro

The year is 2058.

A new social networking site had been on the rise. It’s fairly new, existing for barely a month, and yet it had gotten people of all ages signing up to create an account. The site is renowned for the amount of gossip posted by its users; falsehoods so intricately woven that users and non users would find it hard not to believe them. Then again, Virgil had a theory that people’s IQs were decreasing.

There was a rumor going around that the site must have magical abilities. People also use it to vent, and users report a much lighter feeling similar to a relaxed state after doing so.

Where have their brain cells gone? It’s called being able to get something off of your chest, not magic.

Almost everyone he knew had an account. Scratch that, everyone he knew had an account. He had the basics like everyone else: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, et cetera. The one site he refused to be on was Spillr.

He had his doubts.

Except he was the only one left in the entire school who didn’t have a Spillr account, and though the students were nice enough to not tease him too much about it (playfully, of course), he couldn’t help but feel anxious. So he gave in. Everyone at school would freak out when they hear the news that he’s created an account. Just to be sure, he didn’t give out too much personal information and even created a new email account to use for the sign up.

SPILLR

Create Your Account

First Name: Nunya

Last Name: Business

Date of Birth (MM/DD/YYYY): 05/24/2030

Username: iinfernhoee

Email: thisisafakeemail @ gmail.com

Password: uhpassword

Confirm Password: uhpassword

☐ I accept the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy

Red.

The fake information he had typed turned red, and there was a note above the “Sign Up” button.

The note read: “Sorry! It appears you have used incorrect information. Please accept the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. Try again.”

What kind of crap-filled hell was he getting himself into? That sounds creepy.

“Well fuck you, you shitty site. No way am I signing up now.” Virgil muttered. He closed the tab and turned off his laptop, then grabbed his backpack. He had a feeling this would be another day jam-packed with unnerving social situations.

Rushing past the kitchen, his dad tossed him a sandwich in a ziplock bag. “Eat breakfast on the way to school!” He yelled out, to which Virgil responded with a two-fingered salute— a greeting, a goodbye, and a “maybe”.

His school being a 5 minute run away was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing since he doesn’t have to wake up as early, nor does he have to take the bus. A curse since he’s always running late. The time was 6:56 am, and classes start at 7 am.

No, it was 6:55.

6:54.

6:53.

6:52.

6:51.

6:50.

Darn, watch must be broken. Virgil continued to run, a little bit startled by the stunt his watch just pulled on him. Not funny at all. It was almost like something weird was going on.

He arrived at school at the exact same time the bell rang. It usually did that 10 minutes before class started.

10 minutes before class… started? He’s supposed to be late, no way is it possible for time to go backwards.

Students hurried to get to first period. He wasn’t as determined as they were, but tuition is expensive so he had to. The dimly lit hallways gave him an eerie vibe. There was silence and noise at the same time, yet he didn’t know how that was possible. Virgil put his headphones on and put his playlist on shuffle. Where had they come from? Did he even bring his headphones in the first place? It was difficult to recall. To him, it felt like time fucked with his ability to remember anything that had happened before he got to school. No worries, at least he’s got something that will make him feel more at ease.

Virgil walked with his head down, looking at the ground and watching his feet walk through the familiar halls. The same boring floor pattern stretched for miles, and he was starting to think that he’s never going to get to class on time. He had 10 minutes. He can walk at a normal pace.

No one spoke to him. It was alright, it’s not like he’s going to interact with them anyways. He only had one friend and he didn’t even go to school there. They were a lot similar than one would initially expect; both of them disliked socializing with people and despised loud noises. If he were to be completely honest, their parents forced them to talk to each other since they’re neighbors and have no interest in talking to other kids their age but he only agreed when he saw that his neighbor is actually hella cute.

Of course he’s not going to out himself when there is this lingering fear of disapproval, so it remains a secret.

Speaking of lingering fear, there seemed to be thoughts of something that continued to gnaw at him, although he wasn’t sure what it is that he’s so worried about. His thoughts presented nothing. It is always in a state of chaos but also blank at the same time, so he tried to focus on the music playing instead. At this point, he’ll believe that whatever he’s thinking of that’s bothering him so much aren’t from his own thoughts. Sure he’s got stuff that’s going on in his mind as well that’s difficult to block, but that’s coming from the current environment he’s in. Nothing could stress him more than a place filled with people and noises filling every nook and cranny from all the chatter.

Upon walking in the classroom, he noticed that the seat next to his was taken by an unfamiliar person. He finds it difficult to remember names, but it’s a lot easier to recall faces. This person was a complete stranger to him. Not that he talked to people, though. He felt that it was best to avoid this guy so the stranger wouldn’t start a conversation with him. It’s what most people that sit next to him attempt to do, but they could rarely get a word out of him, so they give up trying.

For some reason, he struggled to pay attention to anything that was going on. His headphones were now hidden in his backpack and an open notebook lay on his desk. His fingers gripped a purple glitter pen, probably having a mind of its own as it danced across the page creating doodles that he’d later on look back at and cringe.

It was almost like for a moment, he felt at ease.

Looking around, he saw that everyone was too busy paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying. That was already worrying. Not everyone paid attention, especially people at the back. Not that paying attention during class was a bad thing. Their eyes were glued to the front, all of them sitting still— unmoving. Another thing, dark liquid spilled onto the floor and the tumbler that contained said liquid fell onto the floor with a clang. No one flinched in shock or even noticed that there was pitch black liquid seeping into the floor cracks. The owner of the tumbler was a girl with bleached blonde hair that sat at the very front. She didn’t pick it up.

The liquid kept inching closer to him, and his brain screamed “RUN” but his body stayed frozen. At first glance, it looks relatively harmless. Anyone would assume that it was either soda, juice, or some weird drink like BLK Water.

What’s even more strange and unsettling about his current situation is the fact that the shadows of everything in the room started creeping slowly towards him, approaching him with a speed that was simply unacceptable in his books. If you wanna scare him, do it fast so he doesn’t have time to experience the fear and anxiety that sets in when he realizes what’s going to happen.

Virgil carefully placed his things back in his backpack. He kept a close eye on everything that was moving in his direction, just in case. He zipped his bag unhurriedly at a pace that could compete with the shadows. Noise might make them move faster, so he limited the noise he created as best he can.

Movement was another thing he limited. The slower the movement, the higher the chance he’d be safe. He wasn’t sure if that was going to help his chances to get out, but better to be safe than sorry. His pace mimicked the shadows, but they were getting too close to him. He had to act fast and he had to do it now.

His feet avoided any dark spots on the floor, only stepping on what he was sure was floor. He dashed out of the room and tried his best not to look back. Keyword: tried. He looked back and saw that the shadows were now chasing him. He ran as far as his feet could take him, retracing his steps.

Virgil stopped to breathe. He was outside now. Back to where he stood when the bell rang. His thoughts were going wild and his heart was racing. There were no shadows following him. Only silence and the weight of his backpack pulling down on his right shoulder.

Why was he so ready to accept that there were shadows literally coming for him? He must’ve imagined all that there’s no way—

RIIINNNGG

“Oh come on,” Virgil kicked a pebble that was conveniently in front of his feet. “Stop ringing the stupid bell!”

Students hurried to get to first period. He wasn’t as determined as they were, and he sure as hell won’t step any closer inside the building. What was going on?

He checked the time on his watch. It was a digital watch, so he didn’t have to count the tiny lines to get the accurate time.

6:50 am.

If he’s not imagining all this, he might as well be dreaming. Jokes on them, 6:50 am was already done and it was forever ago. It should be like, maybe past 7:30 or something.

Virgil stood still, his eyes focused on his watch. Someone stepped into his personal space. He could see their shoes. He looked up to meet the eyes of his seatmate. The guy in class who he didn’t talk to, the total stranger he never met before. He was standing before him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Virgil.” He said, testing out how the name sounded. “What an odd name. I like it.”

The stranger walked off, leaving Virgil to ponder on what the hell just happened and what he should do. He had his head down, his eyes staring at his shoes. Pitch black liquid crept towards his direction. He furrowed his brows, wondering if that shit was going to happen again. He turned around, ready to run for his life again.

He was met with darkness.

So he did another 180° turn and was yet again, met with nothing but the dark void. Something was choking him. He could feel hands on his neck, pressing hardly. Virgil reached out in front of him to push off whoever was choking him but there was nothing. There were no hands on his neck. Breathing became difficult. His ears were ringing, and there was no one there to help him.

His eyes flew wide open. Pain shot throughout his entire body. The hands on his neck faded out of existence and he slowly regained his breathing. There was the feeling of wetness on his cheeks. He touched it and felt tear tracks. Was he crying just now?

Light peered through the curtains. It was almost blinding. He shielded his eyes from the light until they adjusted to the brightness. Everything felt warmer. He felt at ease.

The year is 2030.

May 24, 2030.

A new social networking site had been on the rise. It’s fairly new, existing for barely a month, and yet it had gotten people of all ages signing up to create an account. Logan was scrolling through his feed to pass the time, clearly aware of how many rumors there are on his feed alone, but it was entertaining to see people take them as fact. His good friend, Dmitri, had been the one to introduce him to the site. Dmitri was one of the more popular users. At first he refused to make an account, saying that gossip was not something he would ever partake in. His friend got him to sign up by telling him that his brother had a lot of blackmail material on his account. Everyone was right. It was addictive.

“Logan.” Virgil called out, his voice sounding hoarse.

He directed his attention to his friend. “You’re awake.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Virgil grumbled and got off of the bed. He often got… unpleasant dreams, so he didn’t bother to look into it.

The layout of the room nearly threw him off. Perhaps he wasn’t as awake as he should be. His only friend, Logan, would invite him over from time to time. That’s where he’s currently at. He can’t recall falling asleep on Logan’s bed, nor can he remember anything that had happened before he fell asleep. All he knew was that he had a raging headache and a weird feeling that someone or something was watching him.

For some reason, his phone was charging on the other end of the room. He removed it from the charger and sat down on the bed with his legs crossed, slightly curious as to what the hell Logan’s looking at on his phone. All of his attention was on the screen before him. That wasn’t very Logan-like.

Out of all the people he knew, Logan is the sole person who could leave the house without his phone. Not that he knew many people.

Virgil yawned. His eyelids still felt heavy, so he decided that maybe a quick splash of water onto his face would help. Logan’s room was connected to the bathroom, which was a good thing since he really did not feel like walking up and down the stairs.

He let the faucet run, staring at his reflection in the mirror and wondering why he was feeling so weird. Also, his hair was a mess, but that was quickly fixed with a comb. There were still splotches of makeup on his face, which was a sign that he must not have wiped it all off before falling asleep. He washed his face, getting rid of the unwanted makeup, but unable to shake off the feeling that there were eyes trained on him.

Going back into Logan’s room, he spotted his friend still scrolling through his phone. His hands were still wet so he sprinkled Logan with some water. No reaction. He did it again, but this time earned a glare then was ignored again. Third time’s the charm, right? He did it once more and received a grumble in response.

Virgil pushed Logan to the side and sat down on one half of the beanbag, looking over his friend’s shoulder to see what was so interesting that he couldn’t pay attention to him. He was on… Spillr? That’s new. Instead of asking him a million questions about what he was doing on that app, he simply let Logan do his thing.

Minutes passed and Virgil got bored of sitting there, doing nothing. He could go get his phone, but he felt too lazy to get up. Plus, Logan still hasn’t acknowledged him. For a moment, Logan stopped scrolling and had a look of confusion plastered on his face. Virgil would’ve asked him what was wrong, but he caught a glimpse of Logan’s screen. That’s not right.

“I thought you said that you won’t ever make a Spillr account?” Logan questioned, showing his friend the profile page that couldn’t be anyone else’s but Virgil’s.

Virgil Armati @iinfernhoee

bio :: pls don’t try to talk to me

📍 bed

58 following || 12 followers

Joined May 24, 2030

“I didn’t.” Virgil managed to say. He wasn’t sure how to react, but he knew for sure he was panicking internally. Why would anyone make him an account?

Out of curiosity, he dashed to his phone and went through his apps.

There it was. An app with an eye icon that was unmistakably Spillr. He didn’t download that. He was a hundred percent sure that he did not download that app. He opened it to see if he did have an account, and unfortunately enough, he did.

That was probably the biggest plot twist of 2030 so far. He saw that he had 21 notifications. 12 followers, 6 messages, and 3 mentions. He would’ve said that the creepiest part about the app was that the home button had an eye icon instead of the typical house icon that any normal social networking site would have, but the fact that he even has notifications creeped him out more.

He went through the messages. The first one was from the app itself, which he didn’t bother to read. There were two that had nothing but links, so he deleted those. The last three were from Roman, Logan’s brother.

romano @thegayprince

| HI VIIRGIILLL

| IK WE DON’T TALK BUT BC UR LOGAN’S FRIEND YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW ME

| :DDD

Read 6:10 pm

There’s no point in replying. He moved on to his mentions, and those were basically people from school posting about how he finally made an account. No point in replying to those either. He checked the settings. His real name was used, real phone number, real birthdate, and real email. He figured that it was best to delete the account and the app, just in case.

Well, he made the right decision.

Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him or his phone was broken ‘cause once he deleted the app, his phone glitched and for a split second, he swore he saw that all of his apps turned into Spillr. Nothing a bit more sleep can fix.

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thanks for reading ❤ sorry if there are mistakes lmao

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts fic #platonic analogical #familial logince #human au #horror fic #sanders sides fic #SPILLR

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Sweetums, I'm sorry but you DID. Your dumb ass got too scared of backlash, so you've blocked me and instead of reblogging, you're talking via chat, as if that's going to save you!

Yeah, you've sort of already did argue with me and you're dragging it on. I admit it was funny seeing some self entitled wannabe victim of something you never personally experienced, and no, trauma CAN'T pass down through the generations like one of your other buddies claimed. That is pure fucking bullshit, anyone with even a quarter of a brain knows that. YOU are never going to change, BUT you should, for the health and safety of everyone else around you. Nobody could give two shits what happens to someone as hateful as you. You're no better than the Nazis you claim you hate. You want to make fun of my fanart? What the hell do you draw? At least I'm doing something instead of bullying people!

Yeah, I fucking love Hetalia, you know why? I spent most of life in shitty small towns in Alabama, we never even had internet because of how poor we were. When my grandparents adopted us after Mom was unable to care for us because a certain health care program fucked her over so badly and on top of losing her job because of her injury, for once we had a home where we had luxuries like internet. Quotev, my first social media site, introduced me to Hetalia. By then, I was twelve going on thirteen, struggling from the MAJOR transition from South to North, and to having new family who I hadn't seen in years on top of being mercilessly bullied JUST for being Southern to where I had junk chucked at my head by assholes whenever I tried to get to my locker. Hetalia was the first anime I was introduced to (if you don't count Dragonball Z and Hamtaro, which I seen when I was REALLY little on TV. I don't remember much of either) so yeah, it may be cringey to you, but whatever hell you're into right now sure is just as bad.

Yeah, it's 2017, SO GET SOME TASTE OF YOUR OWN AND STOP BULLYING PEOPLE YOU SHITHEAD. Also, you want to talk about taste, sugar? I noticed your username when said aloud, sounded VERY familiar. I remember Dad’s dad (Southern grandpa, in other words) telling me stories of such a creature when I was little, but it’s been a good decade or so since I heard about them, so with a little google search-

Look at your damn username. Naming your blog after a MYTHICAL CREATURE? (As well as something from the White Wolf fandom, so either way, you're a tasteless ass nerd.)

Look you’re even hostile, just like it! I bet by just going into the wiki page, I can find a whole loto shit that applies to you. You may actually even be a Fomori- Let's see what you look like then based upon your species:

PFFFT. Yeah, you're actually just what I imagined you to look like. @saiyanhero @diaroon It’s hilarious, because they were rabbitting on me for having no taste-buuuuuuuut when you pick a creature like this for your blog, then go around bullying people, well, if you’re going to do that don’t dare bring up blog quality, looks and fandoms. Not when the creature you picked is this ^

Now that that’s done, let’s take a looksie at their blog, okay?

Oh, let’s see what’s wrong with this picture:

-NB lez.What's that supposed to mean? I know NB can stand for nonbinary, but the lez part?? I don't want to make assumptions here and assume that's a abbreviation for lesbian.

-Oh dear GOD, the fact you used the term MENTAL to describe yourself.. Yeah, you've proven you're a peice of shit already. I guess people weren't taking you (rightfully) seriously when you claimed to have PTSD because of what some Nazis did to your great grandparents in the concentration camps, so if you thought by putting "mental" this would somehow make you look more legit?? It makes you look more like an edgy twelve year old. If you actually HAVE something (which I bet you don't) then just fucking write it, mate! When most normal people see 'mental', they usually click out of the page, because we know what that edgy shit entails.

-You're white. Good, because whilst I'm white passing I already posted photos of my Native American mother and grandparents just to prove to bigots like you that I'm actually mixed. So, since you're so FOND of pulling the "I'm Jewish so NANNANA!" card, can I pull the "I'm Mixed, so NANNAA!" card too? IF you want to talk bigotry, you are being a racist shitlord :) and my great grandparents went through just as much hell as yours, sooooooo- (Including the one who went off to fight those damn Nazis.)

-Seventeen, just like me! YAY!

We can dance!

We can jive!

Having the time of our lives! Ooh, see those kids- Watch that scene! Dig in the dancing Queens- Young and sweet Only seventeen-

I'll look into your "read before following" later.

Oh, so you're in Britain or are you paranoid because you pissed off a few Brits, thus why you want to know who's viewing your blog?SLAM POETRY BANDCAMP?? X'D I'm sorry, but when I first read that I thought "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A CAMP FOR THIS?!" Because holy hell that was golden. So after recovering from laughing. You might want to change where you place your links :') By the way, slam poetry is just Baby's First Rap Battle.

-Believe in reverse oppression. Uh, I hate to break it to you, but you have no right to be calling it reverse oppression (It's just oppression) BUUUUUT since you want to go there, let me bring up one itty bitty thing that this site deems invalidates you from ANYTHING oppressive:

YOU. ARE. WHITE. Yeah, according to Dumblr, Jewish or not, if you're white then you're automatically more privileged than anyone else! Me, I'm barely scraping by since I'm white passing, but you just outright said you were white, so therefore you're oppressing me :) See how ridicolous this is? Yeah.

-Are truscum/transmedicalist/you know what I mean. Uh, I actually don't. I've heard truscum before but I never knew it's meaning. I'll google it real quick-

OH.. Well that just solidifies that you're a stinky piece of shit. I guess being Jewish wasn't enough for you, you had to get something else to balance out that whiteness. Being nonbinary is actually okay, but the fact you don't think people need dysphoria to be trans..well, fuck you and everyone who thinks like you. Several of my friends are transgender, one who just came out to me very recently. The one I know has a transphobic family so he's dealing with a lot of bullshit from them as well as people like you!! He can't even transition because of his family and it fucking TEARS HIM DOWN. Then you people say you don't need dysphoria to be trans?? Okay, so what, are you supporting of transtrenders taking up all the hormone pills for transitioning, then them at BEST stop taking the pills because they're getting dysphoria, or at worst, killing themselves because of that?? Pretending that they were transgender but the moment they actually start taking treatment, they regret it?? Wow. Piece of fucking shit confirmed even more so than it has already been.

-are a terf / gender critical / sympathetic w terfs and the like

Okay, at least this part I agree with. However, how do you determine if someone is a terf sympathizer? Do you do it the same way you label people as Nazi sympathizers? Yeah, I bet you do.

-ship dirkjake (at all), willhannibal, or any other abusive ships (u can shoot me an ask or w/e if ur a survivor and ill take the situ into consideration)

OH MY FUCKING GOSH- Listen kiddo, YOU NEVER take that into consideration!! I already made a post on this before but IF YOU PULL AT THIS AND YET PUT "But this doesn't apply to survivors tho UwU" then I'm sorry, BUT YOU ARE ALREADY HURTING SURVIVORS. Also, not even that you'd "take it into consideration" so what, if the person disagrees with you on something you automatically take away their SA or CSA status? Damn, you truly are one hell of a horrible, nasty ass fomori.

-interact w anyone on this list -interact with kin of dirk from homestuck Er, I'm not into Homesuck but I can tell that whatever this is, you're definitely the crazed one here. If anyone is kin with a fictional character, yeah I get weirded out, but honestly, what do you have against this Dirk fella?

-i am:

white english i do not experience transmisogyny

Yeah, you don't experience trans-misogyny because you're NOT transgender! You're nonbinary, but not transgender.

and

nonbinary lesbian

Now this got me really confused: How can you be nonbinary and a lesbian? That, and your pronouns said "they/he", so I am assuming 'she' is not part of your identity. When I'm done with this, I'll look it up, because otherwise, it's just..it's not looking good for you.

-nd (autism and trauma stuff etc)

Welcome to the club, buddy! :D I personally have AS (doctor diagnosed), which is on the autism spectrum. As for your trauma, judging from the shit you send, is it because of what the Nazis did to your great grandparents? I'm sorry, that is not actual trauma, it's just you feeling VERY strongly for how they felt. A good part of me is saying that you just self diagnosed, so you don't even have any of what you claim. Another part of me wants to believe you on the autism one at least, but it's a rocky balance.

-working class Same here, buddy, and it's to where my grandparents can't even afford a babysitter for my two little sisters so I have to stay home to watch them all the time while they work.

-if ur in britain and this is ur first time viewing my blog send me an ask telling me who u r and that ur not a threat. (if u wanna be extra kind, click my viewcounter and lmk which one is u)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- Remember what you said on how my blahblahbalhblah instilled to where I thought you and the others were threats??

That was the pot calling the kettle black, YOU JUST ADMITTED YOU THINK PEOPLE ARE THREATS BEFORE THEY EVEN MEET YOU HOLY SHIT- Talk about paranoid, and I thought my paranoia was bad when this truck pulled up alongside me when I was going somewhere so I decided to be safe and run-BAHAHAH! Wow..just wow.

-please identify yourself if youre gonna thoroughly go thru my blog and/or personal tags, it really REALLY stresses me out.

AW, what a little pansy!! People going through YOUR BLOG YOU KEEP UP an the TAGS YOU KEEP OUT IN THE OPEN BY YOUR OWN WILL stresses you out?? Aww!! Maybe later Mummy can get you a juice box and cookies to help you feel better about it!!

Seriously mate, you do realize that people are doing this without even consulting you?? HOW is it stressful?? Are you worried people will find something you wanted to keep hidden??

What a poor excuse for someone that hails from the UK.

-im shit at tagging triggers. if theres smth you really need tagging lmk n ill try my best but im forgetful

"Shit at tagging triggers" BRO. All it takes is a FEW SECONDS to type at LEAST "TW". Nah, you're just really lazy and you don't want to deal with people on your ass about tagging triggers. I mean, you're NOT a decent human being so I don't expect you to understand what a common trigger is.

-i post a lot of fuck knows what. aesthetic? theres some fandom but idk what fandoms but everythings tagged and its mostly aesthetic and memes afaik, i wont put shit i like here bc i never update my theme but like? good omens and That Gay Shit

Generic ass description of what people typically blog. Gotcha.

-blacklist

SO YOU DO HAVE A BLACKLIST! Here's a hint for everything above: USE IT!

Let’s take a look in that list, shall we?

-tag or die -rare and necessary:

Pfft, sorry but when I saw the title of your blacklist I immediately thought about the "Join or Die" thing that the USA had during the Founding Fathers' era. Not relevant, just something I found hilarious.

-loss -slits Okay, these are typical triggers that do have a lot of relevance, so I won't fault these.

-ketchup (!!!)

Ketchup?? Uh, is it because it looks like blood? Once again not judging the UK's quality of ketchup or if you've ever actually seen blood in your life, so I will let this slide.

-baked beans (!!!) ..........Baked beans? Seriously? Uh, I THINK I have a reason on why this would trigger you, but unfortunately, you would get triggered by me saying it. Either ways, what have baked beans done to you?

-condiments (!!!) - preferably this one over the two above because just mentioning those things can upset me. i know. its weird. fuck off.

Wow, you're one to talk to me about shit, lol. "Wahhh its weird, FUCK OFF M8!" (You in a nutshell) Ketchup I can actually see some people getting upset with, seeing if its not on food and splattered everywhere, it can look like blood depending on how runny it is, the coloring and people who don't see a lot of blood in their life. What other condiments upset you? Mustard? (I think I know the reason behind this one too, lol). Mayo? Kind of weird since you're 100% white, but I guess it does look like a body fluid. Relish? Well, it doesn't look like vomit, so I don't know what you have against it.

-repulsion stuff (necessary af): Once again I can agree with this.

-essentially everything and anything sex related i blacklist most tags trifold so ur covered Okay, this I can understand. -other

-dirk strider (i also blacklist #dirk) homestuck dirkjake

..............Okay, like I said I know nothing about the Homestuck fandom, and it seems you hate it too, and it APPEARS that the DirkJake ship is abusive/problematic with you, so I'll let that slide. However what the fuck do you have against one character?

-furry mlp my little pony

Furries, yeah I can see. I'm friends with one, but nobody wants to see two animals at it on their dash. However, MLP? What, are you allergic to friendship or something or feel so miserably lonely because nobody wants to bother being friends with someone like you? I don't blame them honestly.

-stridercest bro strider trypophobia bright red Welp, I looked up trypophobia..I don't blame you for blacklisting it, that shit is freaky.

-food eating

....................Okay, are you a plant or something?

-catch all

rigdontlook

No idea what those are.

I just took one look at your whole blog..HOLY SHIT people, we got ourselves a contender for Guineapig Kin!! It’s as if Mubz, Guineapig Kin, Morning Star and Lucifer all spliced theirs to make this! This will have to be a whole new post, gdi-

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