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#please leave me be I don't need 2 new people's insight on a topic I already didn't want my parents insight on
morgan-n-cheese-91 · 1 year
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Favorite part of family get togethers is people somehow not being able to read body languge but then turning around and being like "Omg I can read people so much better than these gen z-ers who are constantly on their phones"
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ceoofmetagala · 1 year
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Hi again, same anon from earlier. First I want to apologize for now my original message came off; I really wanted to be clear that by no means was any of this meant as an attack towards you, but rather there's a place my constructive feedback came from. I've been on social media and art fandoms for a very long time now, and I've had my share of emotional posts where I was strongly expressing my distaste for topics. By 'emotional maturity', I was referring to how mature one expresses/shares their emotions outwardly, which I struggled with daily at your age. By no means was I blind to that. However, I scared many people off with that type of behavior. Before I knew it, I had lost a whole friend group because I didn't have the insight at that age to find a more calm and controlled way of expressing myself. I am also autistic. To pair, at the time I was friends with another autistic person who was very open about the way they expressed their strong negative opinions, generally making similar posts as you did earlier (this was on another website); they got bullied, harassed, and targeted so violently for that behavior that no amount of blocking and reporting could stop the sheer amount of alts and people willing to take advantage of this person, knowing they'd get a reaction. These horrible people thought it was funny. Eventually, they had to leave the website for years and come back with a whole new alias. I can't even believe I was able to reconnect with them all this time later. I guess the point I was trying to get at with that part of my ask wasn't to harm you or call you stupid, but just to let you be aware that unfortunately there are people on the internet who don't see it as an excuse that your a teen- they see it as fair game. Overall, I really just don't want to see this happening to you which is why I wanted to tell you. I wish someone did for me when I was that age. Reading into your further posts after the ask response, you had said that your parents don't take you seriously when you're trying to handle your emotions? I am really sorry to hear this. I don't want you to think anyone here has anything against you, by all means you brought up very valid points in your response and its easy to see that there's far more deep-rooted issues going on than simply disliking a headcanon. Not to backseat therapist, but it really sounds like to me when you said "I struggle with/ignore my negative emotions/one is enough to break me down" that you struggle with regulating your emotions in general. For that, I deeply apologize for the way I worded my post as I would never think you're 'emotionally unintelligent' but rather just... need guidance. Perhaps if you're not already at the moment, maybe see about visiting a counselor or therapist to work on this as I can see it's really hurting you. I can understand if you're not able to given what you've shared with us about your parents, but perhaps someday. There's definitely a lot of material on the internet that can help in the meantime. Otherwise, please take what I'm saying with a grain of salt. I'm just another person on the internet and I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you know of these issues; but it's up to you to interpret them however it might help you. There's nothing wrong with you as a person so please never think that. As for the tags? One in particular that was shown to me was you misspelt "body horror" as "horrer" and so that came up on my dash. People make mistakes, so again please know I'm not upset with you and still very much enjoy your work. After all, we have to help each other grow however we can.
Please take care, and keep doing what you love. I wish you all the best.
Hello random anon again. Again I will break down points to address
- okay so I tried to see s therapist for other issues because my tendency to bottle emtions up had. Ande me lash out in school do I was forced to get therpay and erm.... There's only 2 therapists near my area for in person one of which we tried but my medicate? Care ? ( I forget and mix the 2 up)didn't cover do we WNET to another and WHOOO was that one BAD bro straight told me "suicide in teenagers in normal and not a sign of mentall illness" do yeah. Phsycail out of the window and I DO NOT. Feel comtoble with online . My parents CAN hear. Even if they can't fully understand they will. Its just. Not safe . Mainly cause ya know? They are part of the issue this isnt even getting into the fact they are straight up transphobic and also slightly homophobic and ya knows... abusive. So yeah therapy is just not an option for me at this momment I thought of going once I was 18+ and had a place to "run away" to safely
And even if it were an option and tehre were slot of therapists in the area I wouldn't feel comtoble since that same bad one also told my parents everything so I refused to dig further and just said "I'm fine" for like a solid 30 mins? And also not even a safety issue but a "I feel bad to ask for anything even if it will atuclly improve my life" and if I ask for therapy where there were options my parents would likely feel I DIDNT need it.
So yeah overall I've had bad experiences with it and don't plan on it until it's even safe for me and I can afford to.
(this is a very touchy subject as well since I'm struggling to keep my emotions in check again. A bit worse than last time)
And the final point yeah I learned the proper spellinh when I was rbinh something else since while trying to think about if it need to be tagged I thought it's s bit of body horror might tag that and thought "horrer" looked off and then finally looked it up to grab the proper spelling took me a solid few minutes. Very common occurrence for me to straight up not know how to spell words and think the improper was the proper one.
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noctuascion · 4 years
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I'm gonna make 2 requests, because I'm greedy and a little Cryptage starved right now. Also, you write so good and you have this way of turning a phrase that makes me super jealous so here goes. 1) FAKE DATING! Just... always with the fake dating. 2) Not sure how the lore works on your au but if it's applicable, either vamp crypto accidentally exposing wolf mirage to silver or wolf mirage exposing vamp crypto to sunlight.
;; Be as greedy as you want, sweetums. I love writing your prompts and also love you so it works out. uwu
Also, anything to keep me from falling asleep lol
I'll write your second request in a different post, but it'll be a bit. I write kinda slowly chjdjw ;;
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Elliott Witt has had a lot of things happen to him. He's had first loves, first kisses, first everythings. He's done a lot in his life, but, in all his years of living and loving, he didn't think fake dating his rival would ever make the list. It did, though, as much as both of them resented it.
One of the promotional managers had called them in for a quick meeting. Basically, he laid down that they were to start appearing in public more and that they were doing it together. At first, Elliott had been on board. Having more time in the limelight sounded amazing, but then came in Park, who was now going to be his boyfriend.
Now, he's not saying Park's disgusting or revolting or that he isn't comfortable enough with his sexuality to be able to freely hug and tell his buddies he loves them (because, well, his only friends are a lesbian and a drug addict for the most part), but he's straight, a ladies man! Sure, the kid's pretty and everything, but he's not feminine either. He has his own special type of charm that's not entirely easy to put into words. (He has nice legs, though. Elliott will give him that much.)
He's glad, though, that he's not the only one entirely against this. Park managed to miss a lot of meet 'n greets, forgoing seeing his fans and opting out of photo shoots. He's rarely seen in public, and, if he is, he looks about as shady as a drug dealer—hiding his face, oversized clothing, etc. He hates the spotlight, Elliott quickly figured out, and that was his only real issue with this whole ordeal.
And when Elliott pointed out that he seemed to be perfectly fine with dating him, he called him what he assumes are curse words and insults in his native tongue before telling him he'd sooner date Nox.
However, their word was final, and the two were now a "couple" in the eyes of the public. Their fellow competitors were allowed insight on their little "agreement," and they did what any supportive friends would do: they laughed and wished the new couple a happy life.
Today was their first official "date" as a couple, so Elliott intended for it to be at least somewhat decent for them. He was aware Park hated public places, but they wanted them to be seen in public together. He couldn't please both parties, so he decided a small, family restaurant would be their destination. There wasn't a lot of people that normally visited, but Elliott was a personal fan of the food served there. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and he's sure Park would appreciate that much.
Why am I trying so hard again…?
Shrugging, he pulled on his second nicest jacket—a nice yellow shade that went well with his white shirt and blue jeans. His hair was done up in its usual style, though he lacked the goggles he normally wore, so his hair fell in his eyes a bit. He was sure Park wasn't going to try too hard, so he didn't either. It was a casual outing, after all; no need for either to wear anything extravagant.
Well, Elliott was wrong when Park met up with him wearing a white turtleneck, a nice black blazer, and matching slacks. He suspects a turtleneck because he's at least trying to hide his cybernetic implantations without being too obvious and still looking like effort was put in. There was such a stark color difference, though—he felt like the sun next to the moon.
"Oh, h-hey, you look…" Elliott trailed off, unsure if he should give a genuine compliment or play it off like a joke—but he's already stuttered, so he may as well commit, "… good—you dress up nice."
"Paquette and Wraith helped." He huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I wouldn't have put in so much effort otherwise."
"Such a heartbreaker, Kim."
Elliott chuckled before reaching out and opening the door, gesturing for him to hop inside his car. The hacker rolled his eyes before slipping inside, the trickster shutting it before hurrying to the other side.
"Where are we going?" Park asked once Elliott was inside, turning the engine on and beginning to leave the complex.
"I know you don't like public places, and a movie is a terrible first date, so I picked out a small family restaurant that has some of the best lemon cakes I've tasted. Not to mention some people will see us, together, so it'll make the higher-ups happy, y'know?"
"Hm. You're smarter than I thought you were."
"I'm full of surprises, sugar."
"Don't push your luck with this 'dating' thing, Witt."
"Oh! That reminds me—we should probably establish some boundaries." Elliott took a right, keeping his eyes on the road but focus elsewhere. "Personally, I don't really care. So long as we don't have sex, I think I'm good otherwise. How about you?"
"No kissing, holding hands, touching in general, stupid pet names, or sex."
"… Well, you've eliminated every possible way of showing we're 'dating.' Anymore you wanna ban there, kid?" Elliott sighed, stopping at a red light and looking over to where Park was seated, glaring out the window. "This is definitely more like a friendly outing, if anything, but no one's gonna talk about us if we just seem like friends. Higher-ups will have our necks."
"I take back what I said earlier. You're an idiot if you think I care about whether or not they're happy with what I do."
"All right, fair point. Can we at least hold hands? That shouldn't be too much to ask."
Park sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sinking into his seat. "Fine. If it'll get them out of our business, we can do that. But only for a few seconds."
"Gotcha. Man, whoever dated you in the past must've been as touch-adv—avd—ad—ad… adverse as you."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"… Holy shit—you've never dated anybody."
"Shut up."
"No, no, that just makes this whole thing worse!" Elliott began driving again once the red light changed to green. His eyes returned to the road as well, though he was no less focused on the topic at hand. "You're experiencing a date for the first time with someone you don't even like, a-and that's not fair!"
"I—"
"No, y'know what? No, you're getting a date. Getting everything! You're getting the ol' Mirage charm, gonna get swept right off your feet."
"Witt—"
"No buts! You're being dragged out of your cave and getting screwed out of a first date with someone you're actually interested in. The least I can do is be as good to you as possible."
Park only stared at him, silent, before an amused breath left him, letting himself smile. "Okay."
—;;
Park wasn't a conversationalist, Elliott quickly found out. He was very quiet and reserved, which didn't help much either. He was, however, a great listener, and Elliott loved to talk, so, in a way, it worked out for the better.
The small restaurant they were seated in was relatively quiet, but they could hear hushed whispers about them being together, seated in a secluded booth that helped alleviate any anxiety Park might have with being seen by a bunch of people.
The holographic expert had ordered himself a steak, medium rare, with a salad on the side. He opted out for any alcohol, since he was the driver and he had no idea if Park was comfortable dealing with someone drunk, so all he ordered was some tea. Park, though, only asked for steak fries and a soda.
"Y'know," Elliott said after taking a sip of his tea, "you should get more meat in your diet. Helps build muscle, gets some meat on your bones."
"Hm…"
"C'mon! You also never join us for dinner. Or lunch—or, actually, I don't… see you eat. You eat, right?"
"Yes."
Elliott hummed in suspicion, a hand smoothing down his beard, though Park's stoic gaze didn't relent any. "All right… What do you normally eat?"
"Usually from whatever takeout menu is closer."
"… How are you even standing right now?" Elliott looked sad for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's make a quick deal here—"
"We've already made a deal."
"Let's make another. If you agree to come out of your cave for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'll agree to do whatever you want. Anything. Well, except really bad stuff. Like, I won't kill someone. Too far."
It was Park's turn to hum, taking a sip from his straw, before placing the glass on the table. "I benefit from this more than you do."
"I get the benefit of helping my sweet sugar plum get better, even if it's just a little bit."
Park raised a brow. "What did I say about pushing luck?"
"Ya love me. You wouldn't leave me on our date like this… Well, I hope not."
Park wanted to roll his eyes, say "I would and I will," but he didn't. He kept silent, giving Elliott a look, who seemingly took the hint and changed subject.
"So, have you ever been asked out before?"
"Isn't that a bad topic for dates?"
"Just curious. Feel free to not say. Besides, it's not a real date."
"Don't let them hear you say that." Park stirred his drink with his straw absentmindedly, watching it fizz up at his ministrations. "No, no one's ever asked me out."
"Really?"
"You sound surprised."
Elliott laughed in disbelief. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're…"
"What?"
"I dunno—gorgeous, beautiful, cool and mysterious! You'd think girls would be all over you."
"I'm not exactly pleasant to be around, Witt. I'd think you'd have figured that out by now."
The trickster waved a hand, like he was denying Park's claim. "You're rough around the edges, but you're not horrible." He shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. "I'm sure someone out there's just dying to wanna date you! Or maybe you haven't met them yet. Who knows!"
Park let another faint smile curl his lips, looking into his drink. "Who knows, indeed."
—;;
Day two of their time as a couple was during a duos match (of course it was just them), and Elliott had counted this as possibly his most unlucky match.
They had landed at Epicenter and Park landed on top of the tower, alone, and Elliott landed on the ground with two other squads, one consisting of Nox and Octavio and the other being Natalie and Ajay. Nox had trained his sights on him immediately and began chasing him down (the sadistic bastard), and he had to rush to find a gun. All he could find was a P2020, and it wasn't exactly a fair match against the scientist's Spitfire.
Neither of them had any shields, but just a couple of shots from the toxic trapper's gun was enough to down him, slipping on ice and colliding with the hard ground.
"Oh—fuck!" the trickster cursed, trying to crawl away from the man towering over him. "C-C'mon, Caustic, don't you have anyone else to shoot at?"
"No."
"That's a lie and you know it."
However, before Nox could kill him off, the sound of a Sentinel going off, following by Nox quickly being down, sent a wave of relief through his system, looking over onto the cliff to see Park perched atop it, the bolt-action sniper in his hands.
No scope. That's kinda hot.
The hacker had shot off a few more rounds, and Elliott could hear Octavio shout in pain, before he began sliding down the hill, swapping out his sniper for a Wingman. The revolver was shot off twice before Nox's death box suddenly popped up in front of him, signaling the end of that squad.
However, they still had Natalie and Ajay, though they'd been injured by Octavio. They were clinging to D.O.C.'s healing up until Park tosses a grenade where they were healing. Natalie hadn't escaped fast enough, and she ended up downed, whereas Ajay was only injured.
She put up a fight, firing off her Alternator with frightening precision, and, had Park not hit his shots, he would've been killed off.
However, the man calmly approaching his fallen teammate was enough of an indicator that he won that battle, only a few wounds and scratches indicating his prior struggle.
"Kid, if I didn't know better," he said, pausing to let out a grunt at the syringe being plunged into his chest, "I'd think you're trying to show off and steal my heart."
For a moment, Park was silent, helping Elliott back to his feet, before a smirk crossed those dashing fractures, looking up at the other with a faint sense of mirth dancing in his eyes.
"Did it work?"
For once in his life, Elliott was left stunned, mouth open, unable to formulate a response, before the surveillance expert left to loot.
He regained his senses after a moment, blinking himself back into reality, and shutting his mouth.
Kid's full of surprises.
—;;
Their third date wasn't for the public. Their third date wasn't even suggested by Elliott. Park had just grabbed Elliott by the arm, dragged him out to god-knows-where, late at night, and laid down on a small hill. He didn't say anything, didn't give any explanation, and, honestly, Elliott didn't expect anything less. He just laid down beside the other, looked up at the stars, and let out a breath.
However, as Park's own mind was clear, hands resting on his stomach and a leg bent at the knee, Elliott's own was filled with thoughts of confusion, his hands behind his head, acting as a pillow.
Park was such a strange guy. One day, he acts like he's the bane of his existence, and, the next, he's smiling and making quips that make Elliott's heart race. Elliott's been with a lot of people, and he's learned a lot from his time with them, but there's never been a time where they've made him feel like… this.
They never badger him about his gross, smelly hair spray, they never playfully banter with him, they never push him off of exploding trains, and they certainly never made him speechless, never made him feel like he lost the ability to function. They never treated him like a person. They always just treated him like… Mirage.
"Hyeon?"
"Hm?"
"I don't think I'm straight."
"Mm. What makes you say that?"
"Because I think I'm in love with you."
Park smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. "You don't even know how I feel about you."
"I don't. You're weird, and you're never forward w-with how you feel, but… I just… thought you should, y'know, know, since we're doing this whole… thing."
"Mm. The fake dating thing?"
"The fake dating thing, yeah."
"… Do you want it to be fake anymore?"
Elliott turned into his side, Park own head moving to meet his gaze. "No."
"Mm. Good." Park's head turned back to the stars, shutting his eyes. "Neither did I."
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