#like. if someone sends me random threatening shit i just block em

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Some random loser has been harassing my sisters on Instagram for the better part of a week now. Started off a blank account commenting that one of my sisters is fat (she is, and doesn't care anymore. It really hurt her because she used to be 85lbs and gained almost 100lbs in under a year, but she's kinda just whatever about it now). Then they moved on to my other sister - who is a minor - telling her she's not hot and her chin is weird (which, like, all chins are kinda weird? Of all the things to pick on her over, that's the ones she's least insecure about).

So it starts off as passive bullying. Calling my sister a potbelly pig and shit. Saying my other sister hates her because she tries to make her look skinny in photos. Whatever. The kind of shit you should just block people over and move on.

But neither of them have blocked this person? And it's just continuing? And they're getting more and more upset because this person evidently knows where both of them work and where my non-kid sister lives, though they know where my kid sister goes to school. And at this point I'm like, "So you guys are forwarding all of this to the proper authorities, right?" And no, they're not. They're now getting death threats from a person who knows a lot about them and they're just crying about it. Like, I hate cops as much as the next guy. However. Sometimes you gotta be petty and just sick the pigs on a bitch.

But anyways. My personal Instagram is private. I wake up this morning to a message request from someone saying, "Your dumb fat bitch sisters are gonna hurt." No one in my family is on that Instagram. I don't have my last name listed, and I have nothing on there to indicate that I know them at all. I sent a screenshot to my adult sister, she said it's the same account. So now, because they won't do shit and this person has also found me, it's po-po hours. Fun time. Great way to spend my day off. I love interacting with police over petty drama my sisters have gotten into. Realistically (and I say this because it's happened many times now), this is probably the girlfriend of some guy my sister slept with who found her in his phone and decided to go crazy on my sister over it instead of, like, her mans. Or it's some total unhinged rando who is jealous of my sister (which has also happened because my sister has been trying to do Instagram-centered modeling her entire adult life, so lots of pictures that lots of people see).

Whatever the case, fuck you, random internet crazy. I'm out here trying to enjoy my day and now I'm having to collect screenshots from my sisters to forward to authorities because neither of them will admit that this person may be an actual threat -_-

[dixiedingo]

Found Dog (Ch 1)

Chapter One to “Found Dog,” a Colossus x OC fanfiction.

TW:// Drug mention, violence, slight nsfw themes

“So, we heard some time today that the X-men have been… in short, becoming concerned with the mutants going missing over here.” Tracks took a long in half on his lower half mask, surrounded by at least two other girls.

Balea tried to pretend it didn’t hurt a bit.

They stood in front of him. When they were ‘working’ they were supposed to pretend they weren’t together since relationships weren’t a good thing around these parts. They were a weakness to be exploited.

“So, Wild Dog,” He leaned forward, violet eyes looking into her dead brown ones. “Go scope out the area. Threaten ‘em good. If it escalates, kill them. The X-Men will not impede on Stray Kids territory.” He growled.

“Yes sir.” They said coldly. They were already pulling on their ‘muzzle.’ They turned to exit, pills in their pocket in case they had to fight. They floated to the top of one building, albeit very slowly on the count of being human at the moment. They strolled on the rooftops before building hopping, floating between leaps gracefully, their absurdly long pea-coat almost like a dress.

The snow crunched under their feet as they looked around. Sure enough, they caught wind of a few people!

Granted two of them had the little red X’s on their suit and one with a big, bright yellow X on their shirt. One was a man with a grizzly appearance. Balea couldn’t decide if he was more a wolf or a bear with muttonchops like that! Then there was another man. Dashingly handsome, but clearly annoying the other one. Dirty blonde hair and katanas on his back. This should be easy-- not even samurai really used those according to the history books they read.

There was an extremely tall lad with… beautiful blue eyes and messy black hair in the yellow shirt. He was ripped. Pleasing to the eye. But, if their calculations were right, the yellow meant he was a trainee. 

And they were normally right.

They dashed around, mostly to catch their attention as a warning. The grizzly one had blades crawl from his fists. “You guys hear that?” He asked.

“No, I thought it was the sound of you, slicing sausages with those knives of yours.” The dirty blonde rolled his eyes, unsheathing his katanas. That’s when they dashed out, knocking the tallest one to the ground. Foot on his upper chest, he was stunned. They pulled a gun and pointed it to his face before pointing another at them.

“If you value his life, you’ll turn back now.” Their voice was low, bitter and angry.

“Ow! The edge! Come on kid, give us back our boy wonder and we’ll make sure he doesn’t pummel you into a nice salsa.” The dirty blonde relaxed, upon seeing it was a rather short person.

The gun clicked.

“I asked nicely. Now I gotta make an example.”

They pulled the trigger, only for the bullet to deflect-- wait did they just get taller?

The boy took their leg and swung them across the way. They flipped, landing on all fours.

The three of them lined up to face them.

“What’s that muzzle for? I didn’t realize the freak show was in town.” The grizzled one grumbled.

“It’s cause my bite is worse than my bark.” They slipped a pill through the crack of the muzzle before their skin paled into a bright, glowing white. A reverse of white skin and black stars. Their eyes stared into them.

“I don’t like how she’s looking at us…” The metal boy finally spoke as he frowned.

“Yeah? Neither do I, big guy?” The grizzled one frowned.

“Are we gonna stand here or is this now a magic show now?” The dirty blonde was growing irritated, relaxing his pose again.

“It’s a magic show. And I’m about to make you all disappear.” They launched forward, hand around the dirty blonde’s throat before throwing him just as they’d been thrown. This time though, they flipped, their heel connecting to his face. They turned just in time to catch the grizzled one swiping at their head. They charged into him as they dodged, knocking him back.

They pulled out a knife, cutting him. And yet it healed right back up.

“Regeneration huh?” They muttered. “Ditto.”

He swiped as they floated back. In their dodging though, they didn’t see the truck of a man running towards them. The metal man wrapped his arms around them, crushing the life out of them. Their breath escaped them, their eyes on the sky. Their back popping, their bones and the like being crushed.

“Let her go. Let her talk.” The grizzled one looked up at him. The metal boy looked unsure, but did as told.

Balea coughed, sputtering. “Fuck--” They scrambled on the ground. The three of them surrounded them, armed.

“Who sent you?” The boy’s accent was thick.

“Slow down there, Vladmir Putin.” The dirty blonde raised a hand. “She’s gotta catch her breath first.”

“They--” They gasped.

“They gotta catch their breath first.” He corrected himself. Maybe these guys weren’t all bad.

“.... I’m Wild Dog.” They started. “And you’re impeding on Stray Kid territory.” They slowly got up, wobbling a bit.

“Stray Kid? What the hell is that?” the grizzly one spoke up. Oh shit.

“You mean to tell me-- ghk-- you didn’t even know what you were doing???” They wheezed.

“All we knew that mutants keep disappearing left and right in this specific block radius. Unless you’ve been pulling your ‘disappearing’ act on all of them, there’s something fishy going on.” The grizzly one frowned.

“Right-- right….” How would they lie themselves out of this one? They didn’t see a point to it. They suddenly remembered everything they’d done for the Stray Kids. Yes, they were given a roof, and clothes, and food… but in turn, they’d done a lot of dirty deeds in return.

“If I tell you this stuff, you gotta promise not to come back.” They said.

“Yeah sure, when my ex calls back.” The dirty blonde rolled his eyes. “You say that as if we’re gonna listen.” He chuckled.

“... I guess if you wanna kill the informant, sure.” They said suddenly. That changed the tune.

“What do you mean kill?” The Russian boy spoke up in concern. 

“My boy-- boss. My boss won’t like it if he sees you guys again. My job was to take you out, or at least drive you out. If I come back and you guys are still kicking it… there’s no telling what’ll happen to me. So in trade for this information, you stay the fuck away from here.” They pointed, rubbing their neck.

The three of them looked at each other.

“... give us a second.” They stepped back away from them, whispering among each other. Balea meanwhile began to mess with random scrap metal laying around, just flipping them and molding them before they came back to them. 

“Right, so, we’ll keep away. What is it you know?” The scruffy one asked.

“Names first. Then I’ll tell you.” They said.

“Wolverine.” The scruffy one said.

“Your real names.” They said again.

“Your mom named you ‘Wild Dog?’ You poor, unfortunate bastard.” The dirty blonde shook his head, folding his arms. “Hey, you must’ve been quite the looker when you were born--”

“Wade.” The scruffy one cut him off. So his name was Wade huh?

“.... My name is Balea McComrick.” They said.

“Logan.” The scruffy one corrected himself.

“... Piotr.” It took the Russian a second. He must be really new.

“Right, so… where do I start?” “How about where those mutants ended?” Logan suggested.

“Fair. They all had one thing in common-- they owed it to our king pin.” Balea explained.

“King pin?” “This part of New York is split into four major parts, all ran by one big gang of mutants: Von Wicke. There’s Underwater, that’s the loan sharks. They’re in the east. In the north is the Blood Wolves. They deal with threatening people and… making them… ‘disappear.’ The west has us, the Stray Kids. We’re in charge of the drugs. We get ‘em hooked, we get ‘em in debt, and then they… also disappear. Finally, the South has the Ormedus. Those guys are in charge of weapons. The best stuff from around the globe. In the end, we’re all apart of Von Wicke. But no one has seen the king pin himself.” They drew a little map in the sand, pointed out the little areas. They all paid attention carefully.

“Why’s it split up like that?” Logan asked.

“No one really knows. Only one who knows is the king pin.” They responded.

“Who is the king pin?” Wade asked.

“.... I only know him by Dilla.” They looked anxious just saying his name.

“You kids and your monickers.” Logan sighed.

“Look, no small fish knows his real name. We all use monickers and fake names when we get caught by cops. We switch it up every week, so if we get caught, we ask for, say, Jane Doe in the ‘Manhattan Cell Block.’ So no real record is drawn up.” They explained. “You mind if I used that--” “Wade.” “What!? That’s fucking genius!”

“Anyway, this idiot to the side, those mutants have been disappearing because…” “They’ve been short on payment. We don’t make your average shit. No cocaine or meth. We do something strong, hard and purposefully addicting.” They said. “We got epmed, which is an upper. There’s killa, a downer, and finally gold, an enhancer. They’re all specifically made for mutants, by mutants. And they’re all addicting. We only use the nonaddictive strands.”

“And so once they run short on cash--” “We kill ‘em. Simple as that.” They stood now from their crouched position on the ground. They all stood with them.

“So in other words, if we wanna stop all this--” “Stop right there.” They immediately held a finger to Logan.

“You don’t stop Von Wicke. Von Wicke stops you.” Balea said. “It’s why we’re so big. We control the entire state of New York’s underground shops for mutants. You fuck with one of us? Word gets around? You’ll be dead before dawn. If you try to lay a paw on Dilla, if anyone even hears you’re trying to come for him? They will send someone out for you. It’s happened many a time before. You are not the first. You will not be the last.” They said sternly.

“Oooo, mini-me’s mad!” Wade smirked. “Sorry there, baby, buuuuut we kinda gotta do the good guy thing and save all the mutants! Which is why…

You’re coming with us.”

“Pardon?” 

Before they could even blink, the metal boy swung on them. They felt their jaw crack as they hit the ground. The boy looked so remorseful as he powered down. “I’m so sorry,” he frowned. “But it had to be done…”

The sky was suddenly black.

[pattysfics]

A Hard Lesson to Learn pt. 2

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoyed chapter 1! Thanks for reading!!

Warnings: Language.

Characters: Rick Grimes. Kali. Mentions of Michonne and Judith. Negan.

Chapter 1

“Kali, could you stay a minute,” Negan asked as the rest of the lieutenants made their way out of the meeting room. The others gave her a look of worry, some wrinkled their foreheads in confusion before leaving.  He was still sitting at the end of the table, his long legs perched on it because he did in fact ‘own this fucking place’ like he had said multiple times.

“Sure thing boss,” she replied immediately giving the others a reassuring look. Once they had all exited, Kali shut gray steel door behind them and turned to Negan. “What’s up,” she asked once she had retaken her seat to his left, her curiosity running rampant.

Negan eyed her for a second before removing his legs from the table and resting on his elbows, Lucille, never too far away, lay beside him as he continued to stare at her. “You remember when we first met,” he asked receiving an ‘hmm’ from Kali. “You were a scrawny little thing back then. Didn’t know nothing about survival, how to shoot a gun. Hell, I remember watching you from down the street deal with two walkers and one would have got ya if I hadn’t stepped in,” he boasted.

Kali laughed softly at his recollection of how they had met. “Sorry to tell you Negan, but I think your memories are a bit altered from what actually happened. As I recall,” she started laying more on her elbows now to get closer, “I believe it was you who needed saving on that street that day,” she prodded. “In fact, I remember shooting my gun and dropping both of ‘em. Then you marched up to me and yanked my gun from hands calling me a lunatic for shooting so close to living person, sir.”

Both of them started laughing. Negan’s eyes scrunching shut and he laughed loudly drowning out Kali’s own laughter. “Damn good times back before we built all this. All those times you kicked my ass,” Negan remember quietly to himself. “Anyways, I asked you stay because I’m sending you to the southern outpost. Thomas, that was over it, got himself killed while they were scavenging for some supplies.”

Kali jerked in shock, confusion plastered all over her face. “Well shit, don’t act so surprised,” he teased.

“I thought you didn’t want me out there? Or at least that is what you said every time I even hinted at it. Always said ‘you’re not going out there and that’s final’, before storming off.”

Negan rolled his eyes. “Do you want it or not? I’d be more than happy to give that position to someone else,” he warned.

Pushing her chair back enthusiastically causing it to tip over and clamor against the cement floors. “Are you serious,” she asked him straight-faced knowing how cruel he can be at times. She watched as Negan’s eyes lit up watching her. “You are fucking serious! Oh, my. It’s about fucking time,” she played.

“Just don’t fuck up and die on me okay. I don’t think I could handle that,” he told her honestly looking into her brown eyes sincerely.

“I won’t let you down Negan,” she promised.

“I know,” he said softly flicking is fingers towards the door, “go pack your bags. You’re moving.”

Kali groaned as she rolled off the mattress landing on the same cold floor that she woke up on daily now. Her hot breath visible against it. Resting her forehead against it, Kali took in a deep breath trying to find the strength to pick herself up and deal with Rick and company for another day. It was tempting to just lay there beside that mattress until Rick comes to bother her again just wasting away the day. Taking one last deep breath, Kali placed her palms on the floor and pushed herself up also bringing her knees in, so she could sit on them. If she was going to be stuck in here for a while, then maybe it was time she started doing some fitness exercises.

Kali was staring at the block wall when a voice called out from behind her. “It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been here awhile,” Rick chastised causing Kali to whip her head around.

“What the fuck Rick? Do you get off on watching people sleep when you have them locked up down here? You need to get more hobbies,” she cracked looking at him. “So, what’s on the schedule for today prick,” she asked flopping down the mattress, her breath temporarily leaving her. “Another day of shooting the shit, Rick? What do you want to know today?”

Rick smiled. The edges of his lips curling in amusement. One hand rested on the outside blocks of the cell and one on his hips. That light blue button up clinging to his body. His brown curls stuck to his head. Those blue eyes sparkling like the sun reflecting off the ocean. “I thought we’d try something different today,” he drawled out, “but since you seem to enjoy it so much, we’ll do the other stuff later.”

Kali rolled her eyes while still looking at the ceiling. Concrete surrounded her up, down, left, and right. The tiny window giving her a ground view of the street leading away from Rick’s house that she’s locked up in. “You know what Rick? I think I’m just going to lay here all day and not give a shit what you or your people do,” she told him matter of factly. “So just go about your day and don’t mind me.”

“How about you stand your ass up, walk over here, and we go do what I have planned for you to do,” Rick asked her rhetorically. Sooner or later, she’d have to do it, or he’d continue to bug her all damn day. “Get up,” he demanded.

Kali let out a huff before obeying Rick’s orders. Back at The Sanctuary, she was one of the top dogs. Giving out orders and taking no shit in return, but here the tables were turned. She was the one forced to comply with what these people had to say in order to live. It made a sick feeling rest in her stomach. Pushing off the mattress and standing to her feet, Kali looked at the man dead in the eyes. “What now prick,” she asked him agitated.

“Walk towards the back wall, face it,” he ordered. Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, Kali obeyed. The cell door creaked open causing Kali to turn her head. “Don’t look at me. Keep your eyes on the wall,” Rick ordered stepping into the cell.

She heard his boots skid across the floor, his presence strong behind her. He grabbed one of her wrists causing her to try and jerk away, but he held her firm. Pulling the zip-tie from his pocket, Rick reached for her other wrist holding the two together. His breath hot on her neck was not a welcome feeling. “I own you,” he whispered pulling the plastic tight causing her to grimace.

“Are you into some kinky shit Rick? Gonna hold me down and give it to me like only a real man can? You fucking asshole,” she seethed, hiding her fear.

Rick said nothing only grabbing her arm and guiding her out the cell. Each step of the stairs squeaking under their combined weight. Her heartbeat accelerating as the door came closer. Rick pushed the door open. The bright light caused Kali to squint. Taking a glance around the house, she noticed they had come up into the kitchen. Michonne, who had been down to the cell a couple times, sat at the table giving the pair a look. She and Rick shared a nod before Rick started leading her out of the kitchen.

The walls were a mutual grey lined with white borders. The tile floor in the kitchen faded into dark brown hardwood throughout the rest of the house. Random pictures lined the walls. Kali’s black combat boots tapped against the floor as she walked. Rick guided her towards another set of stairs.

Kali froze. Rick quickly grew impatient and started pushing her. “No Rick, no,” she said as she shook her head. “No.”

Rick continued to ignore her pushing her up the stairs one at a time. Her legs had grown heavy. Her pulse quickening by the second. Her breath hitched. “Walk on your own before I drag you up these stairs,” Rick threatened lowly.

Reluctantly, Kali did as she was told and ever so slowly walked herself up the stairs, Rick’s grip on her arm never faltering. Once they reached the top, she stopped.  “Rick…please, don’t do this,” she begged. “Please.”

“Will you just shut up,” Rick asked her annoyed as he pushed her into the bedroom. Kali tried to jerk away, but Rick was quick and held her arm tight. “Calm the hell down. Nothing’s happening in here except you’re taking a shower. You’re nasty,” he told her leading her into the bathroom just adjacent to the bedroom. Rick pulled her closer to him, his hand gripping her upper arm. Flicking his knife out, the cool metal brushed against her skin as he severed her binds. “Clean yourself up. There isn’t anything in here for you to hurt yourself or anyone else with. So, don’t try anything,” he said firmly, an ungiven warning clear under his tone. “Michonne will be bringing you some clothes. Twenty minutes is all you get,” Rick told her shutting the door and locking it from the other side.

Kali let out a shaky breath examining the bathroom. Baby blue walls with light grey lining matched the gray granite counter. A white shower curtain hung from the shower rod. Turning to look at herself in the mirror for the first time, Kali blinked in surprise. Rick was right, she was nasty. A cut from her eyebrow to mid-cheek was scabbed over. The remnants of blood crusted on her face. Her left eye had a nice fading shiner on it. Dirt and some blood caked the rest of her face.

Stepping over to the shower, Kali played with the nobs until she found the right temperature. Shedding her clothes, she pulled the white t-shirt off grimacing as her muscles screamed in protests. Her shirts had blood splatters on it probably from the men she killed. Easily kicking off her boots, Kali unbuttoned her jeans pushing them down and stepping out of them. Left in only her sports bra and panties, she took a deep breath before shedding them too and stepping under the hot stream of water.

Instantly, the grime that layered her body began to wash away and swirl around the drain. Taking the time to check herself, Kali checked herself out making sure that there were no significant injuries. Three bottles sat on the shelf. A shampoo, conditioner, and body wash along with a washcloth. She heard the door be pushed up and seconds later close back. Peaking outside she saw a fresh stack of clothes folded on the counter.

Quickly washing, she let the water run over her body until there was a knock at the door. The signal that her twenty minutes was up. Twenty minutes of freedom, sort of, gone. Cutting off the water, she shivered the cold air attacking her. Scurrying to dress, she pulled the jeans and short sleeve shirt over her still damp body. She pulled her hair into a ponytail.

A few minutes later the door reopened, this time Rick stood in the doorway of the still steamy bathroom. Kalie sat on the toilet seat until they locked eyes for a moment before she looked away. “Get up. Turn around,” Rick said gruffly. With full compliance this time, Kali obeyed. Rick stepped forward and bound her hands again. Rick guided her out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down the stairs. They stopped once in the kitchen again, were Michonne was feeding a toddler, to get a water bottle and snack bar before guiding her down the stairs to her ‘home’.

Rick pulled the door open and Kali walked inside expecting him to follow. The sound of the cell closing made her whip around, her hands still bound behind her back. “Rick, what the hell?”

He stared at her for a minute before speaking. “Walk to the door,” he paused waiting for her to follow his direction. “Turn around,” he commanded once she was at the door. Rick reached through the cell door and cut her binds. “What’s your name,” he asked her holding the cut zip-tie, the water, and food.

Kali smirked when she turned around to face him again rubbing her wrists. “What’s your name,” he asked once more.

“I’m Negan.”

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