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I am here to rrrRRRANT because my teacher be using child labor on me and think ill just agree like that (overexavarating a bit but ok)
SO LIKE my teacher signed my class up for another competition (by “my class” i mean “only me because im good in english and im willing to write a text”) and we have to write some fucking story again and we will be getting money for our class for that (300€ i think?) Thats the only pro. the cons are:
-im the only one that will fucking write it
-i only have time until FUCKING SATURDAY and its WEDNESDAY AS IM WRITING THIS
-i wont get SHIT from this
i wont get anything for myself, and IF the teachers decide to take us somewhere with that money it will probably be somewhere that my class will like and i will hate. I AM supposed to write until 3am for those LITTLE SHITS that are getting F’s every exam and talk to me like im a slut??? THE FUCK??? IM NOT A WORKING SINGLE DAD IM NOT WORKING FOR OTHERS TO HAVE GOOD THINGS WITH MY HARD EARNED MONEY WTF
and im not getting shit from it. Not even a thank you, congrats, kiss my ass bitch... nothing ☹️
I FORGOR TO ADD IT TO THE PREV POST
Basically this little mf is the reason the two girlies got together :3
More lore shit below because I can
Mary was experimenting a little too much and created this guy (destroying 70% of her schools lab in the process). At first she only told her best friend ash, but after some days of struggling to keep the lil thing as a secret ash convinced her to tell Aniyah about it (since apparently she could help them (no she couldn't now they are all struggling with this mf))
There's more story to it but Idk how to tell it </3
Ok, I’m a little nervous posting this.... I’ve started writing a fanfic. I haven't written something for myself like this since... beginning of highshool? literal decades ago?? Please be kind, but also let me know what you think!
Jotarox Reader story
Next Chapter> _____
You crashed through the underbrush of the woods, dodging trees as best you could while avoiding missteps that would cost you precious ground and speed. Your pursuers were even louder than you were, shouting to each other and openly communicating their strategy uncaring if you heard them or not. Luckily it seems that none of them had a clear shot to shoot you again while you all ran at full speed.
You curse the silver scattershot still in your leg, the allergic reaction to the metal making you unable to shift into your wolf form fully. The best you can do for now is your feet and hands to give you extra traction and claws just in case one of them caught up to you. Your body had immediately started healing itself but the pain of the silver and the energy it took to push the pellets out was taking its toll on your overall energy levels.
A sudden crack of a shotgun breaks your concentration and you stumble for a moment before the pain hits you. One of the bastards clipped your thigh and hip of your already wounded leg. Even if you didn’t hit the ground you wouldn’t have been able to go much further taking that much damage to one side. Your partial change even reverts itself as your body prioritizes healing the new wound leaving you barefoot and clawless on the forest floor. You can’t give up here though. You do your best to keep moving, any direction will do as long as its away from the group of hunters.
You don’t make it to the brush and trees ahead of you before the group clamors into the area. You turn and give your best snarl and growl at them. “Fuckin finally! Yo- get a collar on this bitch and let’s get out of here!” One of them moves forward holding a device. You growl louder as he nears, snapping at air as your instincts scream at you to MOVE, to DO SOMETHING before you are apparently taken captive.
A louder growl echoes from the woods around and all movement in the clearing comes to a halt.
The hair on your arms and neck stands straight up as you recognize another predator has entered the fray.
From your right, between you and the group of hunters steps the largest fully transformed wolf you’ve ever seen. He’s probably close to 8 ft tall and made of solid muscle. His black fur made his ghostly blue eyes shine like spectral fire, like burning stars in the night sky of his face. Your body remains frozen in fear. One on one against the hunters you may have stood a chance, but against this behemoth…
He looks directly at you for a moment and even your breath freezes in your lungs. You are almost relieved when the hunters regroup before you do and stumble into formation while shooting at the newcomer. Their shots all miss their target as the large male moves so fast you swear he teleported.
Now that both threats were fully engaged with each other you move as quickly as you can without the use of your injured leg. You whine quietly as your higher thoughts seem to shut off. All you can do now is find shelter and try to hide from whoever is going to be the victor of the fight happening behind you. The sound of fighting and gunshots grows more distant and you are unsure if its because you are making progress at fleeing the scene or the other wolf is leading them away.
It seems to take forever in your adrenalin and instinct haze but you come across an outcropping of rocks. Perhaps you can fit between them or… wait, there is a ledge. The jutting rock looks like it makes an alcove big enough and deep enough to give you some shelter, or at least limit who would be small enough to come crawling in after you. You shuffle in and lie on your side pressing your back to the solid rock and facing the entrance of your not-quite a cave.
You can’t hear anything for minutes besides your own panting and occasional whine that slips from your throat. You calm down after a bit and realize you really can’t hear any noise, not the sound of fighting but also not the other sounds of the forest. The narrow view out the entrance looks like it has been frozen in time. Not even the trees sway to make a sound in the wind.
The unnatural silence is explained as the massive wolf fills your view of the outside world. He sniffs the air and you realize no matter how good your hiding spot was it had all been for naught as you had left a trail of blood behind in your escape. He looks directly at you and for a moment you are tempted to hide your face and show submission. No. If this is the end you won’t cower like a pup. You hold the eye contact as he shifts away from the entrance.
Then he completely flips your expectations as instead of charging in or trying to dig you out he instead drops his transformation. His black fur sheds to the ground and in its place is slightly tanned skin and short black hair. He’s still one of the largest men you’ve ever seen and has the bone structure of a tank. He slowly removes the oversized coat he’s wearing leaving him in a tight black turtleneck.
He doesn’t break the steady eye contact as he lays the coat on the ground and remains kneeling after spreading it out like a blanket. You hear a low rumble and realize he’s purring.
You let out a loud whine in response, your instincts are begging you to trust this stranger. He’s had ample opportunity to try and attack or threaten but he’s showing you submission. You know he wants to help. He purrs louder in response and lifts his hands out in offering.
You nod to him and slowly crawl out of your hiding spot, keeping weight off your leg as best you can. You stop just before you reach his coat on the ground. The line in the sand. You look at it numbly while your instincts scream at you to just go ahead. He’s offering safety. You need to be safe.
His purrs rumble even louder and he extends his hands again reaching out to you but not grabbing. You nod and take his hands and he pulls you easily to lean on his chest, uncaring that your blood is messing up his white coat and pants. You sigh as you let yourself rest against him. He supports you with a hand in the middle of your back as he leans over to gather his coat from the floor in his other hand.
Carefully he wraps you up in the large coat, which is more like a blanket on you due to it being made for someone so much bigger than you. You rest your head on his shoulder as he stands up with you in his arms and walks calmly into the forest.
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Ok..ok what if HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING..what if laios was a cannibal
Me @ my therapist before our session this week
Using this opportunity to shamelessly place my old drawings on ur dash.
Trans girl problems
Or something.
I think a lot about my name, even after all these years. Esme is my more or less preferred name these days, even though I'm still juggling one or two others, and my birth name is still in use out of necessity in a few places.
But Esme still doesn't feel "right" and I stare at the ceiling a lot wondering, is it the wrong name? Is it ME or is it just a persona I'm trying to wrap myself in? Is there a "fake it til I make it" situation here? Am I just not used to it?
I know I don't need to be "Esme Frost" to be AN Esme, I squared that circle a long time ago, and am my own Esme, but there are still times where using the name feels like such a fraud.
Sometimes it feels like I'm trying to force Esme to happen, even if I don't have a good reason why. But I do like pairing it with my real surname, because it is a pairing that is *aggressively* French.
And I will probably need a whole separate post to ramble about how I am still using my birth name on my podcast, because I have yet to be comfortable enough calling myself by any of my girlnames.
People all around the world are born with a talent, maybe it's unique only to them, maybe it's not like idk,,, being good at sports, math etc but everyone was something
And I ended up (not having anyone in my family be an artist ) being born with the most useless one. Like,,, why? I get it it's nice and all but practically speaking it's the worst thing ever. Why not be good at math (that's actually useful) or literature? Something I can use, something that's not completely useless. That I can make a life for myself with?
I hate being good at art sometimes.
tw: child abuse, domestic abuse, violence, topic of divorce, (its not about SA, but you can also interpret it this way, so it also might be triggering), trauma, dark themes, alcoholism
This is by no means self-inserted, by the way. It was created to practice story-telling and perhaps spread awareness.
A small family and two half-siblings threaten to murder the lonely woman who just wanted her ruby back.
Writing thrupples with a 'hinge', from someone who falls asleep in the middle every night.
A hinge thrupple is where two people are dating the same person, but not one another. So, not a triangle.
I don't know any thrupples with a childish Jacob-Edward rivalry over the 3rd person (annoying, overplayed)
I don't know any always lovey-dovey thrupples where the two suitors don't do anything outside constantly showering their 3rd with affection (honestly a bit creepy to me)
I'm bi/pan and nonbinary/fluid. My partners are a big burly cis dude and a tall snarky androgynous lesbian, they're not at all attracted to one another. Sexuality/gender plays a big part in dynamics and what I'm called (one calls me Wife and the other calls me Boyfriend).
Many poly peeps set out with intention to have multiple partners, my situation happened accidentally with some help from my autism. Basically I fell in love with two people like the movies but instead of drama I had an honest conversation and they both agreed to try it out. 🤷
I call both my partners 'babe' which in hindsight maybe I should've used 'hun' for one of them, but it's also so cute when I say babe and have two people turn to me. ❤️ They do have some unique, less appropriate pet names tho.
So so so much communication is needed to make sure you're on the same page as your partners. Google calendar helps, as do chore charts. I have 2 date nights a week, one for each partner. Holiday plans are discussed months ahead of time.
Relationships develop at different speeds! One partner may be ready for a milestone a month in, a different partner may be ready for the same milestone in 4 years.
So many perks! Splitting bills, splitting chores, coordinating when emergencies happen, and VOTING! With 3, the discourse for deciding anything from what to eat to what color to paint a room is SO much quicker.
I think the biggest difficulty was getting over my fear that I was doing something wrong, that I was selfishly drawing 2 people into something that would end in heartbreak. I was also afraid my partners wouldn't get along. 😵💫
Minor difficulties include deciding who to take for events that are +1 only, remembering who we've come out to, and getting crushed in the middle of the night when both partners roll towards the center of the bed where I sleep. 🪦
I can only be legally married to 1 partner where I live, but my other partner hates the idea of doing joint taxes so 😂 when we have a wedding one day, we're going to get legal permissions to, say, visit me in the hospital when I'm dying and call it good.
Yes, I can have another wedding and it will be just as beautiful and symbolic as the one that included legal paperwork.
Only two people can be on a marriage certificate, but three people can be on a mortgage! We've jointly owned a house for almost a year and a half and it's been so much work but so nice to have our privacy.
My partners get jealous of one another, that's normal. They know to communicate that feeling with me so I can give them some 1 on 1 time or special attention.
If me and one of my partners are struggling in our relationship, I DONT vent to my other partner and just give a basic 'I'm working through something with X right now'. I know too many polycules that have become a drama mosh-pit. 😓
My partners can be friends, or lovers, or simple acquaintances but THEY decide that and I don't push them to do anything except communicate when needed. My partners are introverts and it's taken years for them to build up their platonic relationship lol
Yes, I do occasionally get double-teamed in sexy ways (less than you'd think). 90% of the double-teaming I get is both of them calling me short or agreeing that I'm cute when I'm angy about trivial things, though. 😾
My partners now consider each other metamores, friends, and team-mates. My lesbian partner calls my male partner their 'husband in-law' sometimes, particularly when they want something from him.
Sometimes my partners bicker and I think it's cute bc it means they've become very comfortable with each other. If they have an actual issue I just encourage them to talk about it/I don't try to fix it for them.
We generally live a comfy, laid-back life and do all the mundane things you'd expect of mid-twenties to early-thirties folk- raising two dogs, fixing the sink, caving and ordering taco bell, forgetting to make that appointment, griping about the economy, bringing home plants, watching birds fight over the bird feeder, and sleeping in on the weekends. We just do it with 3. ☘️
Extra note: Polygamy is a term used in religious and male-centric plural partner situations. We use polyamory, polyfidelity, harem (jokingly), and thrupple to describe ourselves. Maybe some use polygamy and like it, but where we live (Utah) the term is generally reserved for fundentalist mormons.
There's probably a lot more to say, so maybe this is just a part 1. Feel free to ask me questions or comment with your own hinge experience (or tell me about your thrupple ocs)!
Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.
Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.
Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.
Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.
"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."
Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.
"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."
Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.
As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.
"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.
Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."
Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."
In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.
i feel good rn so have a fun fact
i have a crooked eye [checks out cus of the scar on my sona] and also a funky bump on my nose
I just wanna preface that therapists* are thoughtful and very helpful, I have changed therapists from a youth therapist and a behavioral therapist, I saw my youth therapist for the last time a few days ago (my “Mental health day”) and today I saw a my new one, her name was Chloe (already off to a bad start because my babysitter 1/2 of my rapists was named Chloe, not the same person though) my youth babysitter was a dude though so I was already pretty nervous that I had to share the origins of my episodes with a new person much less a thirty something year old girl. When I told him about my father (2/2 of my rapists) she looked confused and said, “Not to offend you but, I feel like you’re father would have rather raped your sister rather than you.” (this is when I started getting suspicious) I said no and explained how my sister was less than five years old when I was thirteen (I was thirteen when my father started) and that he was a pervert but not perverted enough to fuck a toddler, she wrote something down (Fucked if I know what it was) and about a half hour later (I paid for a full day/3 hours) I was telling her about my babysitter and how she would tie me to the bed and force herself on me…and this bitch said “Well you know women cant rape men right?” And pulled out the “if it gets hard that means that you secretly wanted it” I wanted to cry, but I somehow didn’t and I ignored her and continued for another hour, I told her how my social skills and behavior had physically reverted back to an adolescent state (Adolescent as in 13-16 years not like a ten year old) and she decided that she was done and just simply said “I don’t deal with people diagnosed with “age regression” they’re all just pedos” I started to cry, a lot to the point that another therapist from the room over decided to come in, I ran to my car and sat there for a few minutes before deciding to drive home, not to my dorm, but to my mom’s house in New Mexico, my dorm is in Fort Collins in Colorado at CSU. and I just got back, no surprise I’m not going to another therapist any time soon. 💜
Scout.... Scout TF2.... Jeremy.... God please save me from this hell...
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