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hey!! could you please write a hopper x reader smut fic where he is a service dom and the reader is incredibly needy. Age gap if you are comfortable, i was thinking along the lines of the reader is needy at the most inconvenient times but Hopper is a giver hehe. If not, totally fine :) thank you
you got it bby!! pls im a living breathing age gap rn, my soon to be husband is 43 next month and im 23 in September! i quite fondly love to write them as well (within legal age limits ofc!), though im not too versed in what a service dom is but I think i pretty much get the gist of it..
not gonna lie im actually hecka excited for this, this is my first smut fic ive written in so so long, and it's right off the top of my head too bc bet ive been getting my horny ideas gathered all day from the deep dark depths of tumblr-whorism (please, don't act like y'all aren't little sluts for this site). this is actually so long holy shit and definitely not my greatest but better then i was actually expecting it to be.
warnings: age gap reader ( legal age) x dom!Jim Hopper, rough sex, spanking, maybe some choking in there, definite unprotected sex (pls don't go without a condom folks, unless you're actually wanting a child, this is strictly for fictional pleasure purposes only), cream pie, cheerleader kink? is that a thing? semi-public sex..maybe some size kink? maybe thicc reader bc as a curvy girl, ive noticed there's no curvy girl reader fics for him out here. squirting.
anywhore, i present you with:
'ALWAYS SO FUCKIN' NEEDY BABYGIRL..' jim hopper x female reader
Now look, your previous lovers wouldn't have called you an overly needy individual, some would have even called you lame (and it was entirely their fault for not knowing how to fucking handle you), but if there was one thing you knew for certain it was that Jim Hopper would have absolutely everything to say against their statements. God, you knew he thought you were fucking annoying half the time, you and your needy fucking cunt begging for him at the most inopportune times, but what could you say? Something about Hop just fucking brought out the whore in you. Maybe it was the authority that swelled off of him in waves, maybe it was the way that he was so much bigger than you, and anyone you'd ever been with or maybe it was the excitement of how much older than you he was, or the thrill of not getting caught. You couldnt pin it down, nor did you really want to. You loved what you had with Hopper, and honestly you think you're starting to fall in love with him too, not that you'd tell him that. But you'd like to think that he loved what you guys had too, despite how fucking needy you could be.
He wouldn't ever complain though, because really he loved it, he loved the way your begged for him, the way your pussy fit around him so fucking perfectly it was like a glove molded perfectly to fit him, to please him in anyway that he saw fit, and it never disappointed, and he always made sure his babygirl was fucked so good that it made her stupid, it was quite honestly one of his favorite pass times, he loved it, and he thought that he even loved you too, despite the age difference.
If he brought out the whore in you, you brought out the animal in him, and the animal was already thrashing against it's cage, ready to be released into the wild to claim what's his. He sat on the bleachers, he was plain clothed tonight, harder to recognize but not for you. Your eyes were drawn to him, no matter what sized crowd or what you were doing, and tonight, well, you couldn't look away from him, your eyes boring into him like the heat from a million fires, the same heat that you felt boiling in the pit of your groin .God, you thought, you really did get needy for him at the worst times.
It was the first football game of the season, and you were out on the field in the midst of your first halftime routine. Now that you were finally in your senior year, and now that you were finally eighteen, you had been made head cheerleader. You had taken the task to heart, updating some of your dances, changing your uniforms from the ill fitting sweaters to the cuter, cropped tops that hugged your torso perfectly but still left little to the imagination, hell you had even held a cheer camp over the summer (that hop had made every excuse to come visit), which included auditions. You had even gone so far as to ad the most muscular looking boys you could find as well, as bases for better stunts. You had plans this year, you wanted to win some competitions, put your names out there, and if you were being honest, you were pretty proud of your work.
It was evident in the way that you swayed your hips to the new beats of your guys' tracks, evident in the way that shit eating smirk slid across your face as you looked in the crowd over your shoulder, the one that clearly stated that you knew you were hot fucking shit. You could feel his eyes on you, following your every move, it only drove you to go harder, to make sure every step was perfect, every last beat until you finally finished in the air, one of your male bases holding you up, hands firmly gripping your foot and ankle on one leg as the other was stretched up by your head as you and the rest of the girls screamed 'GO TIGERS!' at the top of your lungs as you let your base pop you off, throwing you into the air before catching you.
"Your boyfriend is here." One of the girls, one of your friends, Susie, teases once you're all on the ground. You feel your face flush, okay, so maybe one person had caught you guys, but thankfully she wasn't dumb enough to go blabbing all over town. She snickered, rolling her eyes at you before turning you around and pushing your shoulder forward. "Go get him, I can smell the horny radiating off of you, I can handle the last of the routines."
You were going through make a noise of protest, but good heavens she was fucking right, you could practically feel your need for him dripping out of your cheer panties. You look for him in the crowd, but he's not in his spot. With a pout you put your hands on your hips, before quickly going off field and around the side of the stands, in the pale brightness of the stadium lights you find him slowly making his way towards the parking lot, his leather jacket a giveaway that it was him.
"Hop!" You call out, jogging to catch up to him, he stops, turns slightly to look at you. Your tits bouncing in all of their glory, your skirt bouncing too, showing off the shake of your thick thighs that he loved to bury himself between. You see his fist clench, and his throat move as if swallowing deeply. "I wasn't expecting to see you here..enjoy the show?" You ask, hopping onto his back.
Hop grunts at the action, his hands going immediately to your thighs to keep you from falling, holding back a groan at the way you squeezed him in response. He could have taken you right then and there, your little show had been more than enough for his cock to stiffen terribly, infact he was on his way to take care of it in his car, he thought you wouldn't notice him leave. "Sure did, babygirl." He says, continuing to walk a little bit, though this time he headed towards the school building. He had a feeling where this was going, and he couldn't risk it in the school parking lot. "Thought id come see you after how hard you worked all summer, glad I did."
You hummed, appreciative at the slight praise, leaning your chin on his shoulder. You breathed in his scent, and you couldn't help but squirm. Something about the way he smelled had always turned you on, and god, you were already turned on enough by him as it was. You wondered if he knew that, he always seemed to know, he could read your body like it was his favorite book. He squeezed your thighs, a silent warning to stop moving, the small action, the feel of the his large, rough hands on your bare skin cause a small whimper to escape your lips, right near his ear.
You felt him stiffen beneath you, his stride stuttering for the briefest second before continuing. "Are you such a fucking cock whore that you're needy for me in the middle of your halftime show? At your fucking school no less?" He asks quietly, his voice gruff. He knew you, he knew by the way you were staring at him in the bleachers, and he knew by the way you hummed at his praise, he knew that you fucking wanted him. And as he'd been learning since just a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday last Christmas, always at the most inappropriate times. Almost a whole year and he still couldn't get his fill of you, nor you him it always seemed. He wondered if he ought to do something special for you sometime..
You groan at his words, and as he swung open the side door of the school, near the locker rooms and a few classrooms, you felt yourself grow wetter. You knew, that per usual, you were about to get exactly what you wanted from your chief, and you couldn't fucking wait. Suddenly you felt a sharp sting on the bottom of your thigh, and you yiped. He had smacked it. "Answer me, babygirl, use your fucking words or ill take you right back out to that field, horny and frustrated and ill leave you like that until i decide you're worthy of the pleasure you want from me." He knew just what to say to get you going, just the right words to use, and just the right tone of voice.
You whimper at his voice, his words just barely echoing in the dark, empty halls of your school. "Yes, Jim," you groan out, trying not to grind against his back as you feel his muscles move underneath of you and his coat, giving you just the faintest hint of friction that you so desperately needed. "I'm such a needy fucking whore that I want you to fuck me dumb right here, in my school, during my show..please baby..please i need you.." you practically begged, your voice dripping with the want of your arousal.
As usual, hopper can't help but give in. He finds a classroom with the least amount of windows, facing away from the parking lots and the fields..dark, and once he gets the door open, he drops you from his back, pushing you in before closing the door.
His coat is off in an instant, dropped to the ground as he stalks towards you, trapping your short, curvy frame between him and the teachers desk with his large, muscular arms. You stared up at him, eyes wide and innocent looking, though he knew you of all people were the farthest thing from it.
He grabbed your face in one of his hands, the other sliding all the way down to your short skirted ass to grab a handful of the meaty flesh it was trying so desperately to adorn, as he pulled you in for a rough, heated kiss. You groaned, the stubble of his beard and mustache tickling your face, making you ache to feel it between your thighs, though you knew you didn't have time for that.
You reach down, your hands fumbling with the button of his jeans before you finally get it, unzipping and pushing the tight fabric down his thick, muscular thighs. You brushed your hand against his already raging hard on, your fingers hooking in the waist band of his underwear to push them down, sinking down to your knees with them. Or trying to anyway, Jim's hand goes straight to your neck, wrapping around it gently, but firmly as he pulls you right back up, damn near making you cream your self at the action.
You see him shake his head in the pale light the moon provides, and you pout. "No time, baby," He says, patting the desk behind you. "Ass up here," He says, hand still in your throat, ensuring you do as you're told. Immediately his hands move your cheer panties to the side, the thick material soaking wet with your arousal. "Oh fuck baby.." He groans, feeling how wet you were with just a brush of his fingertips. "Already dripping fucking wet for me, huh?" He says, voice low and husky, just the way you like it. He doesnt you the time to answer, you feel the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your soft, wet cunt, coating himself in you. You moan at the feel of it, bucking your hips up just ever so slightly, inviting him in to you like the greedy, cock hungry whore you were for him.
You didn't have to wait much longer because before you knew it, you felt yourself stretching around his long, thick cock, taking it all in inch, by fucking inch until you swallowed it up whole. You couldnt help but clench around him, keeping him in place for a moment, with a quick squeeze of your throat, you let him go. Without warning he he pulls almost all the way out of you, before giving a strong, sharp thrust back in. You gasp, your eyes closing and your legs spreading wider to take him. "Oh fuck, baby.." You whimper as he does once more, twice more..
You feel his hand tighten and a low guttural sound escape him, and fuck it just sounds so good that you feel yourself start to drip down his balls from how fucking turned on you were by him in that moment.
"Always so fuckin' needy, babygirl." He grunts out, feeling you drip down him, hearing his skin slap against your own. He grips your hip almost meanly, using it to hold you in place, his fingers digging into you in such a way that he knows he's leaving bruised in your perfect skin. "Always take me so fucking good while I fuck you silly, don't you?" He coos, looking down at you. He keeps a steady, unforgiving pace and he knows he must be hitting every fucking spot inside of you because you can't even form sentences for him right now, just a string of grunts and half thought words as your thighs tighten around his waist, holding him there.
"Such a needy fucking cock whore, always wanting me when you can't fucking have me.." He continues to grunt, his eyes never leaving your face. He feels you start to spasm around him, and fuck that almost sends him over the edge because even in the dark you look like a fucking goddess having the brain fucked out of you underneath of him like this. "Always wanting me in places where everyone will know..you want all of those silly boys to know that only a real man knows how to fuck you right? Hm? Is that it?"
Another few moments and you're coming unraveled beneath him, coming so hard that he feels you vibrating under him, but he's not done, not yet. "Good fucking girl, getting so drunk on my fucking cock.." He says, praising you in all the ways he knew you liked. "You look so fucking gorgeous coming undone under me like that..fuck, I want to see it one more time baby..ready?" Before you can answer, hell, before you can even start to see straight again, he starts moving inside of you again, the same pace as before. Your already overstimulated pussy practically begs him to stop, but god, it still swallows him up so well that he can't bring himself to.
"Holy fuck, Jim.." You manage to spit out, your head rolling back, but your eyes never leaving him. "Oh fuck baby you feel so fucking good, i love it when you feed my greedy pussy every fucking inch of you.." You spit out despite the hand that's back around youer throat. His hand is at the top of your throat, thumb and fingers digging into your face as he drags your head up to his, sitting you up in more of a way that gives him better access to you. He kisses you deeply, the action muffling the small scream of pleasure that comes from you as he manages to hit your sweet spot every single time now, turning you back into a dumb babbling mess almost immediately. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..' You groan out, feeling your second orgasm start to hit you like nothing you've ever felt before. "Ohmygodohmygod.." You managed to squeak out, feeling the overwhelming orgasm actually splash out of you, squirting all over the both of you.
"Holy fucking shit babygirl.." Jim grunts out, looking down between you both. That was probably the hottest thing you'd ever fucking done on him. "Oh fuck..shit..im gonna fill that needy pussy up so fucking good baby, and then im gonna take you home and we're gonna fuck until i make you do that again.." He grunts, feeling himself start to follow you over the proverbial edge. "Fucking hottest shit I've ever seen you do, such a fucking whore for me that you actually squirted.."
You groan loudly, overstimulated, over fucked, and excited by the sheer fact that he had pretty much just promised to fuck you into oblivion once he got you into his bed tonight. "Fucking hell baby, please fill me up, please jim i want your cum so fucking bad baby please let me feel it all...fucking over me..just like that baby.." You groan out, damn near coming a third time. You felt him come so hard that it hit your walls and immediately started falling out of you with him still in you, still going.
After a few more moments, he stills, panting as he leans over you, bringing your mouth to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss. God, you fucking loved him.
He starts to chuckle as he leans his head against yours. "Holy fuck, babygirl..you're so doing that again for me tonight.." He says, pulling his pants back up before helping you stand, only to have to carry you on his back again when he realized how weak your legs were.
"Fuck, Hop..that was...fucking intense.." You manage to get out, not even arguing as he places you into his truck. You really hoped Susie was smart enough to realize where you were and to cover for you with your parents if they asked, because you knew there was no way in hell you were going home to yours tonight.
#jim hopper smut#chief hopper smut#hopper#stranger things smut#stranger things#david harbour#david harbour smut
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Since your "Friends" want to check up on this blog instead of you facing up to your own actions of bringing this up and proposals for "discussion" yourself and see i actually did message you PRIVATELY like this should have been. here
you are one of the most self centered emotionally controlling and manipulative friend i have ever had. the fact you keep COUNT of every time youve "helped" me through my "Troubles" and act like i have never once done anything for you is utterly insane behavior. i am EXHAUSTED from it. you wanted to end the friendship and im simply trying to honor that. im not fighting it. there is no point in fighting because i refuse to bend over and allow you to control every fucking thing i do again and you will not give in to see your own behavior EVER.
sorry i didnt want to TRAUMA DUMP on an anon like you so much like to do and try to remain optimistic and positive on my public blog but since you want to air out my own PERSONAL LIFE ON TUMBLR which you are very much in the wrong for doing so, ESPECIALLY using it as a weapon against me, fine. and especially since you want to go into fucking discord servers to claim i was lying about getting help after your messages, and publicly trying to call me a fraud then fine. i will also be public and honest like you want.
i tried to kill myself over this. i sincerely could not take it anymore and i felt like everything fcking shattered because no matter what i did no matter how hard i tried and what i did it was never good enough for you. you could never accept that i had a full time job, i had other friends, i had my own issues THAT DONT INVOLVE YOU and my own ENTIRE life and it was NEVER good enough for you. mad at me because i "dont follow through with plans" like we arent 24 years old and i work 50 hours a week? when have u ever once texted me "lets play this together tonight. lets see a movie tonight" you didnt. you are mad i didnt make the effort for YOUR life. i DID go to therapy because of it. you want to see the hospital and medical bills ive been paying because of it? because i will. call my fucking mother and she will tell you what SHES had to go through from this because she is also done with you and you airing out every issue youve ever had on her every time youd come over and never ONCE asking her how she is doing after losing her husband. call HER and tell her i was "obviously lying" when i said i would get help.
i wasnt going to fight it. i didnt want to bend over and "Just listen and change my behavior" because i didnt need to change. i was DOING my best. friendship isnt a transaction, unlike you keeping count every time you helped me apparently i didnt bc it wasnt things i Expected returned or expected PRAISE for. i bought games for you i WANTED to play together so wed have something else to talk about other than Negative Topics because i wanted you to desperately feel better and happy with something but you COULDNT because you could not stop being obsessed with your own misery and nobody likes being around that. thats the bitter truth. so i said bye because it wasnt worth it and if ending our friendship was something you TRULY thought was the best course of action then like fine. whatever.
so please continue telling everyone you meet every day the rest of your life about the horrible bad friend you once had. who never did anything for you ever because i know you are going to. and continue to surround yourself with equally controlling people who validate your feelings. i will be enjoying my life and continuing to ignore any further messages as well. ok, bye
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Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual strikes yet again !!
I'm gonna ask you a few questions :> (these are all so random lmao) (as always, feel free to ignore ^^^)
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✰ how long have you been on tumblr?
✰ how did you come up with your url/username?
✰ what’s your phone’s lock screen?
✰ do you have any piercings//tattoos? (any you’d like to get?)
✰ do you wear glasses//contacts?
✰ has anyone ever told you you have a "celebrity look-alike"? if yes, who?
✰ best compliment you’ve ever gotten?
✰ are you a collector of anything in particular? If yes, what?
✰ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY AND TREAT YOURSELF AND I APPRECIATE YOU AND YES OKAY BYE FOR NOW <3
omg hi!!! i missed these <3
1. ive been on and off tumblr since like 2009. its the only social media i can still stand lol
2. i'm literally paris hilton's baby (dont tell anyone)
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4. i have two tattoos and i want to get more done and also a bellybutton piercing!!
5. i used to but i realised i didn't need them anymore after a while so now i dont anymore. but i used glasses for like 15 years lol
6. YES everyone tells me i look like mary elizabeth winstead. she's the one who looks like me though
7. i think anytime my husband compliments me it feels like the best one ever. i'm corny sorry
8. i have a demure cd collection (around 200 of them) and 6 cats so i think i also collect cats at this point lmao
THANK YOU SO MUCH i love these questionsss
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my heart, my love vi
chapter 6/6
on ao3 here
chapter i ao3 | tumblr
chapter ii ao3 | tumblr
chapter iii ao3 | tumblr
chapter iv ao3 | tumblr
chapter v ao3 | tumblr
in which time has changed so much, but feelings remain the same
Hob sits in the warm grass, legs spread out before him with palms planted firmly against the earth. Birds sing from their perches in the tree branches overhead, and the sun shines merrily upon the world. He breathes in the fresh air and slowly exhales. Closing his eyes, he tilts his face to the sky and smiles into the heat. There’s a peace here, one he rarely knew before.
“Papa!”
He turns his head in time to see Orpheus sprinting across the lawn. The child—can he truly be nearing twelve years now?—stumbles to a stop and drops to sit beside Hob. Hob smiles and reaches out with one hand, straightening his spine as he ruffles Orpheus’s hair.
“Does your father know you’ve escaped your lessons?”
“Yes.” At Hob’s raised brow, Orpheus sighs and slumps into his side. “No. But they’re boring! I would much rather be riding.”
“Ah, so would I, but Orpheus, we can’t always get what we want.”
“Of course I can. I’m the prince.”
“And your father is King. What he says is most important and must be obeyed.”
Orpheus glowers and shoves away from Hob. He plucks at the grass as he grumbles, “You don’t always obey him.”
And what can Hob say to that? He thought he and Morpheus had done rather well with showing solidarity in public, but perhaps they hadn’t. Blowing out a breath, Hob tugs the child in for a hug. Orpheus comes willingly into Hob’s embrace, much like his father always does. Even in his most mercurial and cruel of moods, Morpheus always falls prey to Hob’s comforting touch.
“I know it seems unfair, but Orpheus, your father only wants what’s best for you. He always has. I promise you something. If you go back in now, I will take you riding the moment you are finished with your lessons.”
“Swear it,” Orpheus orders, ever the little heir to the throne, and Hob huffs out a laugh as he does exactly that. “Will you tell Father?”
“I will tell him only that we will be away this evening. He will not hear from me that you attempted to avoid learning.”
Orpheus rolls his eyes, mutters a ‘Thank you, Papa’, then sprints back across the lawn. The door has just shut behind him when a presence makes itself known beside Hob. He chuckles and turns to kiss his husband. Morpheus smiles back; his silver-blue eyes shine in the sunlight, and Hob finds himself lost in them as ever.
“You ought not encourage him,” Morpheus says lightly, running the pad of his thumb along Hob’s lower lip, brow rising when Hob shivers at the touch. “He has become… clever, in his methods of escaping Lady Johanna’s clutches.”
“Is it so wrong? At least he is learning something.”
Morpheus shakes his head as his hand falls to his lap. “I believe, my love, he is learning the wrong things.”
“He knows his letters and how to read and write, how to play three different instruments, how to speak nearly four languages, and can do his numbers with ease. What else is there for him to know?” Hob sighs and takes Morpheus’s hand in his. “I am not trying to argue, but my heart, my everything… A lad needs to play, as well.”
“He will resume his self-defence training tomorrow,” Morpheus announces, and Hob winces; there have been too many teachers for this particular lesson. Morpheus refuses to allow Hob to teach, for he knows how it pains Hob to see any sort of weapon in his child’s hands, but none have ever withstood expectations. “But this eve… He may have his time with you.”
“I love you, my liege.”
“If you truly did, you would spend precious moments with me before Orpheus’s lessons are over.”
“You need but ask.”
He presses a chaste kiss to Morpheus’s lips before clambering to his feet and walking away. Morpheus follows seconds later.
Orpheus finds Hob in the library two hours later, already dressed for riding. “Papa, have you spoken to Father?”
“And if I hadn’t, dear boy?” Hob laughs and gestures toward Orpheus’s clothing. “It seems as if you counted on solid approval of our plans.”
Orpheus shrugs and kicks the floor with the toe of his boot. “I heard Auntie Thana say Father loves us and would not be-be…”
“Begrudge?”
“Yes. He would not begrudge us whatever we wished.”
“Your father absolutely knows how to say no to us, don’t listen to your auntie.”
“Father said no?”
Hob sighs and half-wishes Morpheus had said no. The lesson Hob is trying to impart on the prince will be lost in the euphoria of being allowed to do as he wants. Rising to his feet, Hob puts away the book he’d been pretending to read and turns to Orpheus.
“Just this once, he is allowing us to forgo your evening lessons—this once, Orpheus. After this, there will be no more escaping lessons. Lady Johanna has already threatened to cease teaching you Latin a dozen times over, and she is truly the best speaker of that tongue in all the kingdom.”
“Lady Johanna loves me,” Orpheus protests before, upon seeing Hob’s unimpressed stare, scrambling to say, “I promise I will attend every lesson.”
“Good. Now, we best get on before the sun sets.”
Hob stops by his bedchamber long enough to grab his sword—he goes nowhere without it, least of all outside the kingdom walls—then he and Orpheus make their way out of the castle and into the heat of midday. The child can barely contain his excitement; he chatters nonstop on the walk, and his hands fly through the air with each word, gesticulating wildly to punctuate nothing in particular. They finally reach the stables where Marabelle and Arion have already been tacked and stand ready to go. Hob sighs, opening his mouth to speak, but the stablehand beats him to it:
“His Majesty, the King, asked us to prepare the horses, sire.”
Oh. Well, Hob supposes that is acceptable, then. Nodding to Gilbert, Hob waits for Orpheus to settle in his saddle before doing the same with his own. They click their tongues in tandem, nudging the horses with their heels, then Orpheus leads the way toward the gates.
As they pass through, Orpheus turns to grin at Hob. Hob can do nothing but smile back.
When he lost Eleanor, he feared he would never love as fiercely again. He knew he’d love—his heart is too big to ever withhold love—but to love another as purely, as deeply, as he did her felt… impossible. Yet he’s found that love again in Morpheus. Hob thought he’d lost his chance at having a son when he said goodbye to Robyn over a muddy grave, but here he is with another. Orpheus may not be his by blood, but he will damn well always be his in heart.
The two point themselves towards the woods. Orpheus has calmed already. Hob understands his displeasure at being stuck indoors for hours upon hours, learning that which does not truly interest him. Hob feels just as captured as the child does, when he is forced to listen to lords complaining of daily machinations to their king. Never before in his life has Hob ever wanted this much to just… escape the castle and ride for his life.
Orpheus has that same zest for adventure, it seems. Ever since he was stolen, taken from his father two years prior, he has hardly been as sheltered of a boy. He begged Hob to teach him life skills, how to build fires and how to properly hunt and how to follow the stars home. Orpheus hasn’t spoken of his time with the brutes again, not after he’d pleaded for Hob to change Morpheus’s mind about Elijah. Elijah, who moved away from the kingdom only months after Lucienne’s family took him in. Elijah, who hasn’t been seen since.
Hob finds he rather doesn’t care overly so. The only thing that matters to him is that Elijah never dares cross the family again.
Hob isn’t so certain he can be as forgiving to spare him a third time.
As Marabelle plods along behind Arion, Hob considers all that has transpired since he was ordered to find Orpheus and bring him safely home. Hob became a fixture within the castle, a commoner turned knight whose sole responsibility was to guard the king and prince. No war would ever drag Hob from their sides unless he so chose. Unless his king granted him the chance.
He learnt how to rule a kingdom by watching; he fell further in love with Morpheus who began taking a more active role in listening to the concerns within the kingdom. No longer is it Lucienne who hears it and relays it to the king. No, now Morpheus sits in the throne room instead of hiding in his library.
It was Orpheus who changed everything, though.
Hob had been preparing his speeches, his “I am well aware that I am but a lowly commoner you knighted”s and “I have loved you for so short a time though it feels like all my life”s and “You are my everything”s and “Might I have your hand in marriage, if it pleases you, sire?”s. He’d been practicing—mostly on Marabelle, who stood patiently chewing her hay as Hob tripped and stumbled over his words even though he was only speaking to a [horse]. Every second he could slip away from Morpheus’s side, every moment not spent with Orpheus between lessons, Hob was wandering around, muttering under his breath until he got the words right.
It all meant nothing in the end, for Orpheus looked up from his supper one evening five months after coming home, glanced between his father and Hob, and said, “I think you two should marry.” He’d gone back to eating without another word, leaving Hob and Morpheus in stunned silence.
Marriage… It was something Hob had wanted with Morpheus since he realised the depth of his affections for the king. Hob knew then as well as he knows now that he loves the idea of love, he loves love itself, but he also knows he loves Morpheus just as deeply as he ever did Eleanor. Orpheus as much as he did Robyn. Marriage was what he’d been building his courage to propose for weeks.
But Morpheus had yet to speak of wedding again. Never once had Morpheus given any indication he wanted to take on the responsibility of being a husband along with king. He hadn’t even spoken of his time with Queen Calliope again, so Hob was left wondering.
“I believe I should like that.”
Hob’s head had snapped around at Morpheus’s words. The king gazed back with a neutral expression, but his eyes—oh, his eyes always gave away what he was thinking. Feeling. And now, the silver-blue was screaming of a desperate hope and fear. Hob had risen to his feet, made his way to Morpheus’s side, and knelt on one knee. Morpheus had grasped his hand just as tightly and stared down at Hob as he spoke.
“I have loved you as deeply as I have loved before. You have astounded me, challenged me, and brought so much joy and pleasure to my life. I never dreamt that I could fall in love with someone like this, not again. I never dreamt it would be [you], but my love, I have no regrets about anything that has passed between us since our first meeting. Please, sire, you are my heart and my everything. Allow me to carry yours, to [be] yours, for the rest of our lives. Allow me your hand—”
“Of course,” Morpheus interrupted without hesitation. “It is yours.”
It took very little time after that.
“Papa?”
Hob startles from his reverie to see that Orpheus has come to a stop. The boy cocks his head and asks if Hob is well. Hob nods in response then hesitates. Explains that he’s only thinking of how Orpheus has changed his life so drastically. Orpheus beams at the words.
Hob nudges Marabelle closer to the child and runs a hand over soft hair. “You mean so much to me, little dove. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Papa.” With a side glance, Orpheus’s grin turns mischievous. “First one to the river has to muck the stalls!”
Hob laughs as Orpheus loosens his grip on the reins, and Arion lunges forward in response, cantering down the trail. Clicking his tongue, Hob follows.
He thinks he’d follow Morpheus and Orpheus through the gates of Hell without hesitation, but to the river seems a good place to start.
#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dream of the endless x hob gadling#dream x hob#dreamling#my writing
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Tagged By: The lovely Carrie @grimmusings and thank you, dear!
Tagging: Be Fae, Steal this.
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I. how long have you been roleplaying?
I do not even know how or where to begin answering this because I do believe I was a freshman in high school when I was first introduced to D&D {Dragonlance was the world/setting} and I took to it like a fish to water. A long time after that, I was introduced to the early days of the internet and the concept of real-time chats {mIRC}. I met my future husband in one, and the two of us then found an rp chat. Within a few weeks, we'd been asked to co-run a portion of that rp. About six months later, we were living together, and running that game, a couple in real life, and others. Fast forward a million years and a million iterations of online rp and here we are.
{{AOL, MSN communities/chat, Eyechat, InvisionFree and other message boards, private email/etc, and now- Tumblr and Discord. I've pretty much been there, done that with almost every place. Except Twitter, and Facebook.}}
II. what got you interested in roleplaying?
I have been a lifelong reader. I was diagnosed as a "gifted" child in the days of yore, mostly because I was reading by the age of four, and I think at some point, I wanted to make stories too. My very first fan-fiction began at the age of 8. Tabletop RP is still my first rp love, though online rp has become a close second. If RP didn't exist, I would still be around somewhere, writing stories and living inside of my own imagination.
III. are there any lesser played canon characters you’d like to see in your community?
I have a complicated relationship with canon characters. Two of my oldest friends and I are often dismayed. Back in OUR day, canons were rare and treated with a certain suspicion and disdain. And unfortunately, a lot of people seem to be trapped in a mindset that Canon are the be-all, end-all and don't give OCs a fair shake because they had 'one bad experience, once, a hundred years ago'. Or the whole 'I don't know how to interact with you' even if the OC is built for your fandom, and yet your top three partners are other canons from fandoms that have nothing to do with yours. <eye roll>.
I think I find something very disingenuous about that when I see a lot of 'canons' that seem to have only a vague idea about their muse, choose only the flavour of the month fc for them, and just generally come across as ooc/lazy/sloppy. But I am a fandom dinosaur, with a background in creative writing, novel-writing, and 20+ years of rp experience. My standards are so incredibly high.
That being said... Justified, Dark Shadows {not the Johnny Depp monstrosity} anyone/thing from the World of Darkness, Dragonlance, Foggy Nelson, Firefly, Vertigo/Indie comics, Valiant Comics....Horatio Hornblower, Sharpe's Rifles, and any historical genre, really.
IV. would you consider writing them?
For the right reasons, the right partner, yes. But most of the time I prefer telling new stories in a beloved world/au.
V. what do you enjoy the most about creating ocs?
I bet you'd NEVER guess that I am really neurotic/overly serious when it comes to making a character.
I will sit there for literally months, contemplating their every minute of life before and up to the moment I am ready to debut them. I will know 12 generations of their family. I will know a couple dozen fandoms they might fit in and how they would relate to things. The only aspect I don't really control or try to map out is what canon and other oc muses they might get on with. That's part of the fun of actual rp, forging connections.
Maybe the trouble is...I want to give everyone my absolute best. I want to offer a rewarding experience to people, and thus the standards I carry for myself are excruciatingly severe.
But I *can* be silly and fun, once the story begins.
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V1 Themesongs
Alright!! So! This is gonna be a long post with Spotify links and explanations! There's only a few we have songs for. Not in any particular order, and this isn't all of them by any means! Just the ones I have coherent thoughts for right now LMAO
Starting right off the bat: Henry, the man himself. Main Character by Will Wood (https://open.spotify.com/track/54A4aGA5rmDBJqD2yFAgJI?si=91f8b1017b9b4c37) because nevermind main character syndrome, he's literally the main character. Also "Tie me to the train tracks, laugh and snidely twist your mustache" is very much him @ Copperbottom. Plus "Imagine if the protagonist just died in the first scene". Plus "I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy". LISTEN its just Henry okay
Next up on the list; Riella Copperbottom! Yes, specifically our good ole transfem Copperbottom! We're very conflicted on it tbh but settling on The Fear by The Score (https://open.spotify.com/track/2cppGOIz0cuDnKoGzrDsJQ?si=e27ff803c1d342a4) and Curses by The Crane Wives! (https://open.spotify.com/track/7wjmdC4OL3l1nh9zQwCpv8?si=715bf03deecd406a)!! The Fear outlines her journey from terrified Toppat recruit to overthrowing Terrence and becoming a confident leader, with RHM by her side! Curses is one we just heavily relate to her, with its general vibe just... screaming Her!!! It does remind us of her struggles with herself and how she finds refuge and support in RHM- "Oh won't you stay with me, my darling, when this house don't feel like home?" "Tell me I am good enough"
Now! Good ole Dmitri Petrov! We have a pretty solid one for him- Can You Hear Me Now by The Score! (https://open.spotify.com/track/027qrQMWGsHo13amwdaBkI?si=33729ea39c494f67) Showing growth from a bitter, angry, abused teen to the cold-but-caring old man he is today, with his husband, wife, and sons. It's very much his anger over the years towards the family that hurt him ("Tell me, when you kicked me, did you ever think that I would get up?" "Can you hear me now, so proudly, looking up at what I've become?"), slowly cooling as he heals "Can barely hear a sound, it's faded, all the words you used to say" plus just the lead-off of the song
And ofc we have the one and only Randy Radman! Gotta mix between Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic (https://open.spotify.com/track/0Q0Vl9fKJF5MDxfVKbD78e?si=9b604567d96e4274) and Could Have Been Me by The Struts (https://open.spotify.com/track/3IyCL4Em1GOpNGDf451Hg1?si=6fc52df1db5c4a03)!! Both fairly self-explanatory for a life of the party who just wants to live in the moment and live thoroughly as themself! This was a hard one though because we have so many songs that we relate to them dsbsdfb
Next up! Burt Curtis! See, we have one for actual story/feelings- Wait For It from the Hamilton soundtrack (https://open.spotify.com/track/7EqpEBPOohgk7NnKvBGFWo?si=01e08cc4f2184c00). Then we have a few for just their fuckin. "Living personification of Tumblr" vibes but I'm choosing Your New Boyfriend by Wilbur Soot (https://open.spotify.com/track/4vLBnQtece15fFhqWxZvJP?si=4bf6720e694e480f) for it. Wait For It embodies his struggles with the legacy he feels he has to uphold as the son of two former leaders- Randy Radman and Sir Wilford IV- while also his hurt of their deaths, the loss of the two people he loved and who loved him. Very mixed vibes here.
Speaking of which! Sir Wilford IV! For some reason we absolutely cannot see Run Like A Rebel by The Score (https://open.spotify.com/track/236TyaLwvucMJUN2BeFkWU?si=589643ec9e224eef) as anyone else. It just screams him, particularly towards the clan! Plus tbh just. I don't know this one is probably the least coherent it just Fits to us
And of course. Jaques Kensington. We have the BIGGEST feelings about them okay. So this is a hard choice. But! Gonna go with Laplace's Angel by Will Wood (https://open.spotify.com/track/1oHbgg5WYa7WOJC8VoBVYi?si=c81d15a0329b4a35) for it's sheer unhinged Disney villain vibes and Chole (Acoustic) by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (https://open.spotify.com/track/7DAUTcJYMybdyEC033uT9e?si=8415e6cb05cd492e) for a pretty similar reason. These both feel like a balance between 'eccentric and unhinged' and 'classical and dangerous' if that makes any sense. Plus the line "But with my head up in the clouds, I can see so much ground and from up here you look like ants in a row" plays into the whole dragon thing!
#v1#headcanons#theme songs#yes this is color coded don't mind me#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#Henry Stickmin#Reginald Copperbottom#dmitri johannes petrov#Randy Radman#Burt Curtis#Sir Wilford IV#Jaques Kensington#rambles#fuckin hell efgbrebg
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i am so like. metaphysically exhausted i feel like im going thru so much rn i just need to vent with timestamps
like i have zero money so my card declined on my medical bill today and i have to make a bunch of phone calls to places that are only open on weekdays. and i have to prepare for a market but my heart is just not in it. plus ive been waiting to hear back about some other freelance stuff but it hasnt happened yet. so i just keep working on little bits and praying that it will work out. esp bc i have a tattoo appointment i made for my birthday to keep from totally spiraling but i obviously dont have the money for it right now.
and i have to go talk to bf's parents on monday and convince them that im telling the truth about anything w regards to moving. when they dont respect me and think im just some fairy trying to steal their daughter. and the thing is i am but its obviously for the best. and my parents are excited that im moving back but they cant really help me until july and mostly once we're already over there. and bc of how little money we have were gonna have to get rid of most of our stuff and either fly or drive a car across the country.
and all of this while i am getting sicker and sicker and ive just been getting sicker for years and usually it gets better in the summer but this year it isnt so im really worried about that. all i want is to sit outside in a pretty dress with a fun beverage and draw and write but the reality of my situation keeps creeping in. and its crazy bc the thing is pretty much everything aside from the medical bill is already sorted out and being dealt with and i just have to wait it out. i just cant get over how stressed out i feel and thats whats holding me back from fixing things, leading to them getting worse. they increased my ocd medication but the pharmacy hasnt called me yet even after two days when usually they have it same day.
what is going on. im exhausted. i havent slept properly in like two years. i survive off chocolate chips and microwavables and vitamin supplements. i spend most days alone in my apartment sitting by the window on the computer. this is not living. this is not living. i am supposed to be outside talking to strangers. i am supposed to be making the mistakes of a young adult. i turn 20 in 10 days. i have not been able to stay sober longer than 3 days in a row. i have near-constant short term memory loss. my vision is fading. i cant stand. once a week i go to the park and run until my ribs hurt, which is only about 3 minutes. i wear dresses over my hairy legs and combat boots. i get boba tea and coffee and ice cream when i have 10 dollars in my bank account. why isn't it worth it to live a beautiful life? why is responsibility the beginning and end of my life? when do i get to fuck up without being incessantly punished for the rest of my life?
when i was 17 i came to the startling realization that when something bad happens to me, that is the punishment. before that, and even still, i believed that i had to endure the bad thing and then be punished for the fact that the bad thing even happened. then one day i spilled olive oil all over the kitchen counter and my father helped me clean it up and asked if i was ok. to this day it sticks out as a dream, as if something so kind could ever happen to me. and yet i feel like if i had not been treated with so much hostility, i never would have been radicalized the way i am today. i cant prove either way, but i know that the hostility i am constantly faced with is unwarranted. yet it continues, so what am i doing wrong? the answer is obviously everything.
writing this has calmed me down. i am one of the few who benefits from journaling, even performative journaling, which is what this website is based on. one day when i die just a little bit before my time, my now-bf future-husband will compile my unpublished writing and art and notebooks and tumblr posts into a chronicle of my life, and then i will finally be beautiful.
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oh nice, you probably have a good idea what it's like then. sometimes i feel bad for the people just getting into overnight work because you really don't know what it's like until you're on shift. anyways, you probably know this stuff already but the best advice i can give is that, like, sometimes you're going to have to force yourself to go outside and touch grass. not in the tumblr way, but in the "i accidentally haven't seen the sun in 3 days and now my brain is melting" kind of way. basically, even if you think you don't need it, you need to see the light of day every few days or your brain turns to soup. and if your brain starts to feel like it's on fire, it's probably time to go sit in the sun for a few hours.
some other things i've noticed/tips: overnight work can get really boring, so i started playing a bunch of games that scratch my brain but are short. i think idol games are probably good for this but i personally took up word games, crosswords, and solitaire. it also helps me to keep a list of things to do when i get bored out of my mind on shift. loneliness is also a really big problem for overnight workers, so i recommend finding something in your off time where you're seeing people face to face. i volunteer, but sometimes i just wander around main st of my town so i can see people in real life, even if i don't talk to them. i've found that a lot of little things like that help, even if i don't think they will.
i also want to say that balancing time can be a nightmare in a way that day shift workers don't understand. having all of your 'personal time' before work can actually really suck, so please make sure to build in at least an hour of downtime before you go to bed after shift. going to bed directly after work sucks in so many ways. people are also gonna be shitty about it, particular people you make appointments with or talk to on the phone. i had to record a very blunt phone message saying not to call me before 1 pm because my family was giving me so much shit about not being up in the mornings. it was a little rudely worded, but it worked. i recommend just being firm with anyone who tries to say anything (ie "I won't be there, it's before my wake up time, that's final")
that's all i got for now (actually about to get off of my shift rn l o l) but i really wish you the best of luck. i think of you as a friend even though we don't talk much and i hope this works for you. i hope you're able to get this job if you want it and i hope working overnights works out for you if that's what you'd like to do. (also i know you have kitties so pls give one a pat from me, your strange rambly anon? ty)
OH YEAH FOR SURE, i had a bit of whiplash when i first started even tho ive always been the kind of person that stays up til the sun is up lol. and my husband was the same (it was even worse for them bc they used to be more of a morning person before starting overnight and literally went from working 6:30am-6:30pm to doing the opposite)
YEP i struggle w this anyway and my husband drags me places so i can get out. my husband themself goes on hikes w our dog sometimes, i dont rlly think i could manage that bc walking hard but maybe if i brought my cane and we found some short trails :) but even just like. going to the store while its still light out would probably work (even though thats near impossible this time of year. love winter but why do they turn off the lights so early)
oh yeah, when i worked overnight i was usually like, playin lil puzzle games and stuff, or reading. i got a LOT of reading done back then. this job is kind of a cleaning job from what i can tell so i might not have time for that kind of stuff, but who knows, ill probably have some downtime. it also sounds like ill have coworkers but i def felt the loneliness when i was at the gas station. luckily my brother was enough and im sure my husband will be, and i know ill at the very least have a supervisor (my husband is lucky they have lots of coworkers, many of wish they consider friends on their shift lol)
yeah, hubby sometimes goes to bed right after if theyre like. on their 3rd shift in a row, but they usually make time to chat. i usually would stay up and scroll tumblr for a bit after work, i can't sleep right after work either unless im just TIRED tired.
OH DONT GET ME STARTED ON PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTANDING YOURE NOT AVAILABLE DURING THE DAY i think my PARENTS would at least know because theyre used to it from me working overnight a year+ when i lived there, and my brother doing overnight work as well, but like. in general my husband has such a hard time getting people, their parents included, to understand "hey i am not available during the day" (but since when did my in laws understand a fuckin thing in the world)
thank you very much!!! i hope u have a good shift friend ^^
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so, i guess i should start with whatever started all of this fuckery, and why i want to do this.
i feel my mental health is at its worst, and i wish i could say this is all for attention and its faked, but everything in here is extremely raw. and why i chose tumblr? no one i know knows me here. i needed someplace to put my thoughts, so here they are.
i feel like my mental health is declining at its worst. i really think this is the lowest point in my life where i cannot stand my own body, mind, or anything like it. but im at an extremely high point in my life. amazing relationship, doing well in life, and amazing family connections. but, that being said i do feel that this is the first time in my life it hasnt been chaotic, and i cant stand it. i really, really cant.
its driving me crazy. and i do think thats why its so loud in my head. my thoughts range from hurting myself and showing off because thats well. thats how my head can get. i dont even want the attention? i dont think. but i dont really understand it myself.
ive been more angry, more aggressive, but i really have no clue why. i think im going under possible states of denial that i may have something severly wrong with me, but i also know i do. wether it be from my fucked up mom and what she gave me, to all of the sexual abuse i suffered constantly throughout my childhood years. i didnt have a childhood, and i wish i realized sooner before it was too late.
i guess it started from when one of my sexual abusers died.
thats alot to take in. a few months as of writing this my sexual abuser died. he got into a fight with his girlfriend late at night, and walked onto the highway drunk, and boom.
he was my brother.
well, step brother actually. but weve known each other for so long i used to consider us very close.
now, for context. my mom was always fucked up, and we all agree she should not have had kids. she isn not mentally well enough and never has been to have anything. think of a 15 year old nightmare in a 40 year old body. my grandma wont stop telling me how much she regrets not taking her to therapy, but i really dont blame anyone of how my mom is but herself. too stubborn enough to refuse her medications, but too pathetic to not rant on facebook about how her two boyfriends refused to take her out to dinner because they have their own lives.
total shitshow. weve got cps called on us many times from her screaming at me and my sister. (they could hear her two streets away) and luckily my grandma works with the police, so she never got in trouble. part of me wishes she did, but also doesnt. weird, i have so much sympathy for her but i dont.
i feel too bad to fully hate her, but i feel bad saying i do.
shes very mentally not okay, so i dont blame a lot on her. except her refusing therapy for some odd reason. whatever, its not my problem.
i cant tell you how many times as a young child i had to stop her from harming herself, seeing drugs around her, or how when she gets sad and mad she screams at us tellingnus its all our fault and how shes (in detail) going to kill herself, and how many fucking times ive had to comfort her as a child about her boyfriend leaving her because shes totally fucked. its helped me gain a sense of how to help people i guess, but no one needs to see that.
but anyways, totally fucked up. whatever, now. shes always had these millions of boyfriends, ive actually seen her single. huh.
i dont actually have a dad, and i really dont know if i have any issues resulting from that? but i dont think so. but yes, i cant tell you as a child how many random men ive called dad, and then once i do they leave my mom. but i only have my mom to blame for that one. one of them is my sisters dad.
i have two biological sisters, and they all have seperate dads.
the middle child, (im the youngest) ill call her AD. ads dad used to be in the military, and sold drugs in the military. now stay with me okay?
his mom is still a huge drug addict, and lost her husband due to it. one day while my mom and her boyfriend were gone, and AD’s dad was in the military, my mom had his mom watch me. i was maybe 1. once my mom and her boyfriend left town they had to get called back instantly because the pokice and emergecy vehicles were there to take the drugs out of their system, and they were doing it while i was sound asleep on their bed. her husband died while they both did the drugs from an overdose. they never went to jail for whatever reason, never really asked since its a sensitive subject i assume. but, ive been around drugs for a long while. and dont worry, i hate drugs with ever fiber in me.
now, my youngest sister, all call her SO. SO’s dad was awful. when i was in 5th grade i met her dad named Adam. he was your classic white trash. lived in a fucked up house, satanist, trashed house, you name it.
we lived in his house for a few months. beer cans everywhere, but he had two kids (this is before SO was born). a boy and a girl. ZAND was the brother and ZANDR was the sister. (nicknames). and they were my best friends. ZAND was the brother i spoke of when i first started this post.
we all grew up together, and when my mom heard she was pregnant with SO we moved into a house out in some orange groves. id love to find a picture of it, but its been condemned for black mold growing in it. but it was a very sketchy house. imagine a small house with fencing around with, (with barbed wire,) with trees surrounding it. a light blue i think? with three bedrooms, a basement and a tampoline in the back.
SOs dad was a peice of shit. he frequently raped my mother in their room at night. and she later on told me about a year ago that since she was a heavy christian lady, he threatened her with pretending to be satan and yelling demonic chanting at her in her ear. she was extremely terrified.
he would scream at us, and ill be honest when i say i really dont remember much of that house other than what ill tell you, and that we lived on a well. and when that well ran out no one came to our house to refill it. so we had to go to adams moms house to take a shower once a week since he wouldnt really let us leave the house unless absoloutely needed. and take a huge note, i got bullied before constantly. would come home with black eyes because i was a weak small kid who was a nerd, so i was an easy target. i didnt grow up with many friends, but only showering once a week? oh man. when i told you i got avoided and bullied constantly, i wouldnt lie to you. it was fucking awful.
i remember being laughed at constantly for whatever they find the need to laugh at me for. moved schools 3 months in because it got so bad.
now, this is when the sexual abuse took a play in. my brother, when i was 6-8? i dont exactly rember the age i was, but i know he was definitely a teenager. locked me in a closet pretending to play hide and seek with me.
he tormented me in that fucking closet.
it was pitch black, and hebhad previously told me someone hung themselves in it, i was terrified. he would slam and laugh at the door. sending me into a frantic shock, and i was in full fight or flight. then he shoved me in; and locked himself in there with me, and started rubbing his own dick against my back. i felt it. i, felt, it. i eventually got my mom called in the room, and she took us out. and gotbus in trouble.
there were other times where he also used me and took advantage of my niceness and naiveness to get sexual gratification. when he was playing minecraft and id ask to play? “show me yer bewbs lawl” and it would be constant so i never could play with him. and it was things like that.
funny story actually, he went into a huge court case four-three years ago for touching a child. he got off on probation, but it never sat right with me.
his sister ZANDR told me he had a few more cases just like that, that no one told me about. it was fucking insanity. that house is insanity, and that was just many crazy stories id rather forget.
im extremely tired, and ill update this sometime tommorrow. thank you for reading this far, it means a lot :).
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the worst feeling is knowing your crush is an absolute dingus and recognizing they're probably not worth your time but having to come to terms with the fact that you would still 100% go out with them if they asked
#more abt him in the tags i just didnt wanna spam yall in a tumblr Paragraph you feel#ive been trying for months to get over g#and i thought i did#but i looked him in the eyes and it came back#it also doesnt help that i watched his senior thesis abt big data yesterday and it was Sick and he was wearig a suit#the man knows how to Serve Looks#he's never had a gf and he's told my bff sam who he's close with that he wants a gf really bad#so he took this psycho girl we all hate to homecoming in november and dumped her bc he realized we were all right#he almost asked me but we didnt really talk so he didnt do it#this whole year we haven't done much more than make awkward eye contact in the hallways and sometimes i smile at him#he is a literal mcfucking genius like hes going to stanford#he's handsome and talented and wonderful and funny but just. really really awkward#ive seen him and we've looked each other in the eyes so much lately but he's so Weird and i cant tell what hes thinkjng at all#i hate this situation#my friends who are his buddies asked me today if i would say yes if he askef me to prom and without even thinking i said yes#i mean i would but it hurt to realize i am still totally a sucker for him you kno#Oof™#the chronicles of g#sort of#i hate him but also he's handsome and everything tht would make a great husband and my mom loves him and so does everyone else#so like lowkey its meant to be but idk#g#story time with caro
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Can you tell us more about Cardigan AU? I remember looking through the whole tag, and while I get the basics, there is a question I have every time I see your art for it. Is there a story, or was there a story before what is happening right now in their universe? =D
If there is no story (doesn't have to be! I'm just curious of there is!) then tell us something interesting about it?
Hmmmm well there's not really a set story before the AU its mostly just 'what if Maria didn't die and she and Shadow got frozen together instead' I suppose.
I haven't thought about everything in detail of how things would play out except for a few things.
Maria is older than Sonic by about 20 years in my AU. I didnt really have an excuse/set reason why I just wanted her to be an old lady. If I had to think of a reason, I'd just say that the cryogenic pod wasn't made for accomodating two people. So instead of being in suspended animation, Maria just aged VERY slowly in it.
Shadow's motivation during SA2 is to keep Maria safe more than anything. He's still 'sacrifices' himself when going Super with Sonic. While he's missing, Maria stays with Amy.
Tails is able to make a cure after using Gerald's notes. Maria's illness left her with a lot of permanent health issues but shes no longer slowly dying and gets to live a long life.
Sonic and Shadow's relationship after SA2 is a bit closer, and they hang out often as they grow up. Shadow still has the same personality, but has a deep trust with Sonic and his friends. He's also secretly grateful that they cared for Maria during the time he was gone.
Silver eventually found a way to keep the future safe but realized he was all alone in it. In his early 20s he finally decided to go back to Sonic's time period (where they were around the same age) to live permanently. He's about 40 by the time the AU starts, so a little younger than Sonic and Shadow. (Time travel isn't perfect)
Sonic and Shadow are offically dating (and unoffically married) and have been for years. Sonic wants two boyfriends, and flirts with Silver. Shadow's cool with the idea, but he doubts Silver will ever pick up on the hint.
He's right. Silver has not.
Everyone is still alive (including Eggman) I just havent drawn them. (After Rose Drops I think I'm done having people die in AUs for a bit lol)
Also, something interesting! Ive always wanted to talk about my inspo for the AU!
I got the idea for this cozy little AU from @/Scragon on Tumblr (Scragony on Webtoon) and their comic called Vampire Husband! Its about a semi-immortal vampire and his wife, who decided to live out her life as human. So they're a super cute old couple and i think its sweet. It gave me the idea to do Sonic and Shadow in the same way because they'd have a similar dynamic since Shadow is immortal. I highly reccomend checking out their webcomics! (Link Below)
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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so
ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.
what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg
dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)
aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!
let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.
first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]
(this got really fucking long im so sorry)
ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).
tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.
(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)
the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.
this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.
there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).
due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.
this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.
unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”
in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.
basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.
chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’
i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.
ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.
he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.
it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.
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now, here’s my opinion:
i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.
then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.
people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.
the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.
telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.
(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)
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do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!
or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!
some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!
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CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):
are c!bee duo romantic?
its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!
should i put /p on bee duo content?
ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though
should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?
no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”
can i ship c!bee duo?
mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.
can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?
yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird
here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.
right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!
i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.
..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.
#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote#i hope this helps you#bee duo#og post#there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed#i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig#and not the old one
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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P1)
i feel like a lot of really good stevetony fics get swept under the rug because this is such a big fandom and sometimes people miss out on quality content?? so this is a rec list of some of the stevetony fics i feel like everybody should have read/ be reading
Edit (31.12.2020): this got very long (i had almost 50 fics on my list, so ive decided to split this list into two parts. part 2 will be out soon!!)
Edit (20.02.2021): part 2 is out now!!
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picture me in the trees: @ifmywishescametrue
Tony and Steve were childhood friends that almost became more, but Tony moved and they lost their chance. Thirteen years later, a chance meeting brings Tony back into Steve's life.
Free: @iwanttopizzamanyou
"Steve reads, and the words dance in front of his eyes, because while this used to be his dream, what he wanted, all he can think about is how this Hell will soon become his full time life."
Steve discovers fame, with fans waiting for him in the lobby and girls passing him their numbers after the shows. It used to be what he wanted, he supposes. Except his future managers keep asking more and more from him, and he's not sure his old life will survive. Tony is ready to help, and compromise, but Steve maybe isn't anymore.
making it work: @/ironarm
“Just tell him you don’t want to see him anymore,” Clint replies, finishing the end of his burger and starting to crumple up the wrapper, “It’s not like you love him or anything.”
“Clint, if I thought I could get rid of him about a week ago, I would have. But for some fucked up reason, I can’t lie to him. It’s like, I see those baby blue eyes, and bam. Whatever barrier that I built up from childhood trauma is gone.”
Clint chokes on the last piece of his burger, almost resisting the urge to smack Tony on the side of his head.
Tony was a fucking idiot.
Boys Like Us: @naferty
The video had been a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes he had ever done in his life, and considering Tony Stark had done a bunch of shit in his younger years, and even older years, that was saying something.
It was just that none of those things were as embarrassing as that video.
He blamed Clint for everything
Stained Fingertips: @thesoundofnat
“I don’t really believe in magic,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I’m almost certain you’re a goddamn wizard, Steve Rogers.”
Steve would remember those words for the rest of his life.
(Or, Steve is maybe slightly obsessed with drawing Tony. Not that Tony minds.)
Inhale, Ex-Sail: @summerpipedream
"Rich pirates decked out in top-of-the-line black market gear,” grumbled Tony, ”why don’t I have the budget to make those again?’
Rhodey inched back so that he and Tony were back-to-back. “We’re apparently law abiding citizens now, which means having to pay taxes.”
Tony scowled. “Urg, right. Remind me why I wanted to do that again?”
Rhodey rolled his eyes. “What was it you called him last time? Your sweet tart? Your apple pie in the sky? The wind beneath your wings? Hopefully he’ll fly here fast enough so we don’t get killed. Or worse, mugged.”
Tony Stark Bingo K1 - AU: Steampunk
As Constant As A Star: @atsadi
The Swan Princess AU
As young children, Prince Anthony and Princess Natasha of neighboring Midgardian kingdoms are betrothed, and spend their summers together every year until they are wed. Tony adores his headstrong friend Nat: it’s her scowly little companion Steve he’s not thrilled about at first. But soon Steve goes from being a thorn in Tony’s side to being his dearest friend – and much, much more than that. Despite Steve feeling the same way about Tony, the pair still dance around each other for years as Steve struggles to accept his feelings for another man: especially one already betrothed to another. Not to mention that Tony is a prince, and Steve is nothing but a squire.
But before they can make peace, Tony is kidnapped and dragged into the beginnings of another conflict in the nearby magical kingdom of Asgard – he really hates magic. With his potential usefulness diminishing by the day, Tony races to escape even as Steve, Natasha, and their friends race to find him and bring him home.
And—just to make matters worse—Tony has been trapped by a powerful spell and turned into a swan, of all creatures. He really, really hates magic.
Always Yours: @hollyjollyhope
Getting kidnapped is normal for them, at this point. But there's nothing normal about this.
And suddenly, Tony has a choice to make.
Oxeye Daisy (patience): @s-horne
“You make me want things I can’t have.”
Steve startled at the voice from behind him and turned around to see Tony standing in the kitchen doorway. He stared straight at Tony for a long moment. The room was quiet, time stretching out in a thick and uncomfortable silence as neither man dare to move nor opened his mouth to speak first.
White Clover (a promise): @s-horne
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Tony lifted his head as he tried to focus on Steve’s voice. When he managed to open his eyes and blink a bit of the blurriness away, he was rewarded with a gentle smile being shone down at him.
“There you are,” Steve said. “Was worried I was going to have to talk to myself.”
Though his tone was light, Tony knew what he meant. It was no secret that Tony was physically weaker and a hell of a lot more human than Steve was and was therefore struggling more with the lack of regular nourishment that came with being held hostage.
“Course not,” Tony said back, voice hoarse but plastering a smile on his face all the same. His head was pounding and his eyes couldn't stay open. “Would I ever do that to you? You’d never get a sensible answer.”
Acta non verba: @firebrands
unapologetic fluff about two idiots who can barely keep it together with how hard they're crushing on each other
or:
tony has to help steve with math + a halloween party = a good time for everyone, eventually
you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands
tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list
Adjacent, Against, Upon: @firebrands
A political AU!
Steve Rogers is running as the Mayor of somewhere, America. Tony Stark, his campaign manager, deals with a candidate who isn’t interested in lying, and just wants to do good by these citizens, god damn it.
song of unrest: @omg-just-peachy
How was Steve supposed to reconcile all of this? The way he looked so different but still felt so much the same? It made Steve’s head spin. He knows he shouldn’t care so much, that he is what he is, but he just wants to know.
Paint The Town Blue: @omg-just-peachy
Ten years since he’d seen or spoken to Tony Stark, ten years since they’d broken up to go away to school. And now this email. It could be his only chance to see Tony again.
Camelot: @weethreequarter
For one shining moment, there was Camelot.
In 2019, Karen Page meets Captain Steve Rogers to conduct an exclusive interview on his late husband, President Tony Stark.
In 2007, Steve meets Senator Tony Stark and falls in love.
he thinks he’s lancelot (but he’s more of a sir lamorak): @theotherwasdeath
Tony knows firsthand that violence isn’t funny. So why oh why does he think that the scene playing out in front of him, Steve and Victor Von Doom in a knock-out, drag-down fist fight, is absolutely hilarious?
wildflowers: @tinytonysnark
“So,” Steve begins, clapping his hands together, “the city of SHIELD is in debt. The big ups have sent for financial advisors, all the way from DC! They’re gonna take a look at the city’s spending and make some cuts.”
He squints at the camera against the morning sun shining through the courtyard, “I’m not that worried. Everyone here in the parks department is an important member of the team and absolutely needed.”
The camera swings towards the office where from the large glass window, Natasha can be seen picking up the ringing phone before immediately slamming it back down onto the receiver.
[A Parks and Rec AU]
trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve
Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.
By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.
Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.
One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.
For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.
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Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.
#adi's rec list#stevetony#superhusbands#steve rogers x tony stark#steve rogers/tony stark#steve x tony#steve/tony#underrated stevetony fics#this is part 1 of this rec list#part two will be out soon!!#im planning on doing this for other ships!!#so let me know if there's any ships you wanna see this for
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I’ve been watching F1 for 21 years already, yes I’m a bit older than most of the users here but still use tumblr and honestly I support Ferrari because they are Ferrari and Red Bull coz I like their “I don’t care what you think about us” attitude and who is a bit indifferent towards Mercedes and Lewis. Like yeah they always won with most of the time no competition and I don’t care coz the battle of the other teams/midfield are more interesting than them btw. But as the years pass by especially last season, I come to actually dislike them. Well I can say I hate Merc and Toto after last year. It really grates on my nerves their holier than thou attitude and acting as if F1 revolves around them, but want to slap them in the face that for all of Ferrari’s shenanigans, for all of Ferrari’s controversies, 2019 “illegal” engine and all, Ferrari is still the most prestigious team in the circus. And the anon who said it somewhere is right. If Ferrari is a religion then Red Bull is vengeance.
Toto with the “it’s not our fault if you can’t beat us” attitude as if he’s the one who build the team from the ground up and didn’t inherit a well-established team from Brawn. And the Merc illegal tyre tests and oil burning and their headstart with the hybrid engine that gave them the edge in the hybrid era.
Don’t let me start with their fans. SMH. Probably the most toxic fans in the whole circus. And their fans wondering why many people dislike Lewis and Merc. Well I’m sorry to say it but their fans is probably 80% of the reason. As Susie said “You can be successful without being an asshole” (Well Susie honey that also applies to your team and your husband btw)
I’ve had two or three asks that are just almost the exact same as yours…Honestly it’s why Red Bull are my team, their attitude is great because what you see is what you get, there is no bullshit with them because they will tell you how they are feeling, no PR bullshit with their drivers and they are a fun team. And I think they get so so much unnecessary shit (expect Marko fuck him). I mean Christian gets way way too much shit but at least you never get bullshit with him.
I’m not surprised to see people getting a turn off Toto and Merc cause of their attitude last season. Ive said my attitude for them changed after Silverstone and I’ll stand by that they are a pure assholes who absolutely do not like competition for more than one race🤷🏼♀️. Their fans…I got a lot of shit for saying lh fans are worse than Max ones but I stand by that especially after Abu Dhabi.
(Pls Susie had some high and mighty attitude in DTS when she said that and other lines….it was annoying)
#anon💜#I just cannot stand that team#DTS made me dislike them more#the get what they ask for#new pitstop rules? okay Merc😊#new race director? okay Merc😊#shit penalties? here you go Merc😊#lol they are ridiculous#lots of love honey🧡🧡
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The previous owner of Unappreciated Elves is Toxic and Abusive
Content warning as there are sensitive subjects such as suicide, miscarriage, and abuse talked about here.
I honestly can’t believe I’m even making this post, as I really really really didn’t want to make anything like this. I was honestly hoping everything would blow over if I ignored it. But it seems even still that now if I’m not being harassed my friends are under some kind of fire. And I literally don’t know what else to do other than warn other people about her toxicity and the abuse she’s willing to dole out to other people.
I’ve been extremely civil, and I have vehemently stayed quiet as to not attract a whole lot of attention about what’s been going on. And it’s mostly because I am still concerned about the effects of what this do to her.
I’ve really just been hoping it would all blow over and she’d leave me alone. But that has been far from the case and I’m tired of the constant abuse from her.
She has harassed me continuously, stalked me continuously. If not through text, through online messages, and on anonymous messages even though both of her tumblr accounts are blocked. I have Statcounter on my blog and have pages upon pages of ss’s of her stalking my tumblr. She’s now harassing my friend, telling her to kill herself and still stalking my tumblr on and off.
In 2018 after being a lonely SAHM for 2-3 years I met the woman who runs Unappreciated Elves where there I thought I made the greatest friend I could possibly ask for.
We had things in common, we got along great, she was funny, things were good. This was my first friend who wanted to talk to me in LITERAL years. YEARS. So we talked all the time.
I supported her through horrible times, counseled her when she needed it, uplifted her when she needed it the most. We wrote a 1million plus word role play together. We FaceTimed all the time or talked on the phone. I loved her as if she were a family member and very much considered her as such.
I drove 600+ miles 2xs a year in our 2 year friendship to go see her. And I’d spend a week or more there with her. We had some great times. We have tons of pictures together and headcanons and all kinds of fun and I loved her writing.
But there were way more unhealthy and extremely toxic times where I was being mentally and emotionally being abused.
I was made to feel bad every time I got the chance to go out on a date night with my husband and friends. If I got drunk especially she’d give me the silent treatment. Then the following day she’d treat me like shit until I profusely apologized to her about me even going out.
I spent hours and days trying to talk her out of killing herself for many many hours at a time. Having to constantly pause and hold my life because I was horrified for a week at a time that she’d kill herself. While I’m in no way mental health shaming anyone as I have postpartum depression borderline psychosis, schitzoaffective disorder and I’m on the spectrum, it now was a very obvious ploy for attention when she felt I wasn’t giving her enough. Or needed for someone to feel horrible for her. I unfortunately do not have ss’s to back this up, but my friend Kylie can absolutely back this up as she friends with her years before I was.
Everything had to be about her, even if I had something emotionally going on where I needed her support too. My texts would get ignored right in front of my face to where she wouldn’t address it ever even if I brought it up again.
It was so bad and so often that she talked about herself; she talked about herself while my grandmother was in the final stages of her life and I needed her. She talked nonstop and repeatedly about her work and how much it sucked. The day of my grandmothers death, her viewing, and her funeral the woman talked nonstop about herself and her job. I had just lost my familial best friend and the person who I supported through loss and hurt dismissed mine.
I couldn’t talk to her about my children which is what destroyed the friendship. She yelled at me repeatedly if I made mention of my babies or would flat out ignore the texts or comments. I wasn’t allowed to talk about my miscarriage as she’d either yell at me or tell me to “just get over it because its been a year. All it was, was just a clump of cells.” Though I was very clearly and obviously distraught over the loss of my baby. To which she then wanted to write about HER having a miscarriage in our story and HER hurt. Even though I was still grievously hurt over what had happened.
I could never give a differing opinion than hers, I always had to side with her or I’d get mocked and ridiculed. Or I’d be constantly told after she egged me into blowing up (by mocking me) that I was overreacting and being ridiculous. There was also the time where my mental health was so bad, I was texting the suicide hotline for two weeks solid because I desperately was trying not to kill myself and when I told her I couldn’t talk her down from suicide and suggested she text 741-741 she got mad and mocked me. To which I couldn’t help but explode.
I do have SS’s for a lot of this to which I will add as we go, as tumblr only allows for 10 pictures at a time. Here listed is the anonymous hate as well as some of the abuse dishes out to me over the span of a year. Yes I took ss’s after they happened because I always felt like I was overreacting and had to seek out validation. It was @fandom-hoe101 (Kylie) who gave me the strength and courage to finally stand up for myself and end the friendship when I did and keep it ended.
This is NOT everything, as there is a LOT that I didn’t screenshot or would internalize to deal with by myself. It was at the end of the friendship that I started seeking help to see if I was actually going crazy. I’m still dealing with the effects of the abuse from this relationship.
The anonymous hatemail ive received, not including a few others from my writing blog.
Related to my miscarriage
Related to when I wanted to kill myself, granted I did indeed blow up but I couldn’t help it. I had spent all week talking her down for her to brush all of my things to help her including the suicide hotline.
This is the catalyst of what ended our friendship. After literally not being allowed to talk about my kids without being ignored or snapped for 8 months at I finally lost it. I cried for weeks absolutely distraught because we were “best friends”
Not long after I bounced between being by myself and not her friend and saw my mental health improve. To talking to her and her talking about killing herself, and then getting mad if I wanted to help. I called her out on her abusing me and she told me she didn’t remember any of it going the way I claimed.
I have pages and pages worth of her stalking my tumblr via Statcounter and hatemail messages. There are also messages she sent to me through tumblr, her harassing my friend Kylie over tumblr over me. And totally the straw that broke the camels back was this sent to my friend with absolutely ZERO prompt.
So just a warning if you end up friends with her, anticipate for your friendship to be solely about her. She will manipulate and abuse you emotionally, justifying all of her behavior on her mental illness. She will step all over you kindness and love you have to give her to hurt you. She never cared about me and that’s evident now, she’s just mad she can’t use me anymore and is taking it out on me and my friend 8mos later still.
#unappreciated elves#froggy chicken duck#the silmarillion#the Silm#Silm#silmarillion#tolkien fandom#fandom#Tolkien#jrr Tolkien#lord#lord of the rings#lotr fandom#abuse#mental abuse#narcissist#miscarriage#trigger warning
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