#Apparently I mod so many blogs I lost count of them

[kyouka-supremacy]

Mmmhh...

[imarriedyourwifegoatman]

Lose You

Muriel x F! Reader

My first piece of writing on this blog! I used a scenario from @write-it-motherfuckers for this, and I don’t know how to link it.

Anyways! This is for My Main Mountain Man Muriel. I just love him so much, so enjoy a drabble!

-Mod Pita

“What are you doing?! You’re injured!”

“I don’t have time to be injured.”

“You have two fractured ribs, a broken ankle, and a concussion!”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

Aka, you show up to Muriel’s hut in the rain, all roughed up and activates his worried side.

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‘Fuck, what do I do?’

The rain was hard and heavy as you trudge your way through the forest, each step more painful than the last, each breath more painful than the last. The water dripped down with the blood pouring from your open cuts as you tried desperately to remember which way Muriel’s hut was.

In your pain induced state, you failed to see the overgrown tree root sticking up from the ground. Before you knew it, you were face down in the dirt, freshly shed tears mixing with the soaking soil underneath you. You make to get up, but don’t get very far before collapsing back down. If the aching in your feet wasn’t enough already, your ankle was now red hot with pain.

‘Fuck! Please don’t tell me it’s broken!’

Cursing under your breath, you ignore the seething pain in both your chest and leg as you heave yourself back into a standing position, shifting all your weight to your uninjured foot. Slowly, you gather yourself before setting onwards.

After what feels like hours, you start recognizing the scenery around you, albeit way more wet than you’re used to. Scrambling past the weakened magical barriers, you make your way to the front door of the stone and wood structure, nausea and pain finally catching up to you.

You’re able to give a few weak pounds on the door before darkness overtakes your vision and you collapse to the ground.

~~~

Muriel was sitting by the fire when he heard the muffled knocks on his door. Prepared to just ignore it and go back to his wood carving, he hears a thud on the soft ground outside. Inanna’s whimper is what gets him off the bed, expecting it to be an animal that got confused in the down pour.

What he was not expecting was you, passed out on the ground, bloodied and beaten.

Muriel had never acted so fast in his life.

Panicking, he lifted you up with ease and ran to set you down on the bed, worry filling every crevice of his body. Hundred of thoughts were racing through his mind at miles per second.

‘Who hurt her?’

‘Will she be okay?’

‘What do I do?’

‘I don’t want to lose her.’

In the midst of his hysteria, he felt a wet smudge on the back of his leg. Muriel looked down to see Inanna at his feet, giving him a concerned look.

“Help her,” was all that the wolf said to him before sitting at the side of the bed, eyes fixed on the injured girl lying there.

That seemed to be all that he needed to snap back his senses, as Muriel had started scrambling for his limited medical supplies. And for that moment, he was able to push all the aching worry and fear in his chest down in order to help you.

~~~

Waking up was far more painful than falling asleep.

Slowly opening your eyes to a ceiling made majority of branches, a soft pounding in your head starts to wake with you. It only takes a couple second before the panic sets in at the fact that in this minute, you have no clue where you are.

You bolt up, only to quickly collapse back down on the bed with a soft groan. Your arm moves to your chest, feeling the rough bandages that had been wrapped around you. Turning your haze-filled head to the side, you take in your surroundings.

A fireplace crackles sharply at your feet, filling the room with warmth that you couldn’t hope to get outside. Shelves with a few wooden knick knacks are built into the wall on either side of the fire. Your gaze drifts down to the side of the room by the door. A handmade, wooden stool sat still on the floor, your coat draped over it.

‘Wait a second, my coat?’

A sudden shift in movement catches your eye, and your already painful headache increases at you dart your eyes to the matching table, a massive figure hunched over it. Turning a little, you look up and make eye contact with Muriel.

You had made it to Muriel’s.

A sigh of relief that quickly turned into a coughing fit left you. This had seemed to catch Muriel’s attention, as he quickly rises from where he sat and hurried— sprinted, over to your side.

“You’re alive,” was all he said before his shoulders went limp and a deep sigh emerged from his throat. “I- I thought you were...” Tears started welling up in his eyes.

Another cough left you as you glance over to him. “I’m alive.” Your voice was hoarse, and like every little thing you’ve done so far, shoots pain throughout your body. “I’m okay.”

Doubt shot through Muriel’s eyes. “You’re not okay. You showed up to my house bloody and passed out.” Realizing that he’s coming off a little too harsh for someone who was just unconscious, he softens his voice again. “I was terrified. What happend?”

“What.. happened?” You slowly repeated the words, asking yourself more than him.

In less than a second, it all came rushing back to you; everything that had led up to you seeking out the man you admired in the first place. The trip back from the palace to the shop, stumbling across a what was apparently a gang, and escaping within an inch of your life.

As though an electric charge had been sent through your spine, you jumped off of the bed, stumbling as you tried to regain your footing.

Muriel was startled by your sudden movement, and was quick to jump up with you.

“What are you doing? You’ve still haven’t answered me.”

You took a breathe and slowly started making your way to the table, not really paying anymore attention to Muriel until he’s standing right in your way.

You sighed, and looked back up at him, knowing you owe him an explanation.

“I got jumped, I guess.” That startled him. I mean, he had figured that you got into a fight, but he wasn’t prepared to hear you confirm it.

The look he gave you urged you to continue.

“I was walking back from the palace when it started raining. About ten minutes from the shop, I guess I walked down the wrong alley where a group of people— thugs, bandits, whatever you wanna call them— were plotting. Schemeing.” It was at this point in your recounting that another wave of fatigue and ache washed over you. Slowly, you backed up and lowered yourself onto the edge of the bed, wincing as you did so.

“Why they were saying caught my attention, so I hid and hung around. I was only able to gather the fact that whatever they were planning was dangerous and put many people in danger before I was found out.” A look of boredom mixed with disgust on your face as you weakly waved your hand around. “I ran, they chased, yadda yadda. They had eventually caught up to me, beat the shit out of me, and ran me to the edge of the forest. I was able to lose them, and...” You nod down at yourself. “You know the rest.”

Muriel opens his mouth to say something before he’s cut off by you abruptly standing up again. This time you’re able to sidestep him, and make way to the still that your bloodstained coat is on.

Snapped out of his momentarily frozen state, Muriel grabs you by the shoulder, but quickly recedes when a whimper and groan of pain leave your body.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just—“ You stop him before he gets lost in himself.

“I’m fine. It’s okay.” You give him a small smile, which he slightly returns, before limping your way to the front door.

“Wha- Hey! What are you doing?! You’re injured still!” Muriel once again is able to get in front of you before you can make it too far. You look up at him, annoyance and determination on your face.

“I don’t have time to be injured. Not when there’s a scheme that only I know about that could go down any minute.” You try again to get past him, but his massive size blocks you from the door. “Those guys could end up hurting people way more than they hurt me. I’m going.”

Muriel’s distress is apparent on his face. “You have two broken ribs, a broken ankle, and a concussion!”

“Wow, when did you learn how to doctor? You’ve been talking to Julian?” You joke, but it’s obvious he does not find it funny. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

“So what I’m not in top shape?” You look desperately at him, a look that squeezes his heart in his chest. “You and I both know that the protection in Vesuvia is becoming a joke. We have to at least tell the palace if I can’t go and stop them now.”

Muriel glances off to the side momentarily, as though he’s contemplating something, before gently, but suddenly, scooping you back into his arms. Your breath hitches as he walks over and sets you back down on the bed.

“We’ll send Inanna straight to Asra when it stops raining.” He looks down at you, all sorts of emotions swirling in his green eyes. “But for now, you have to rest. You’re badly injured, and I don’t want you to get anymore hurt.”

You’re about to say something when a wave of exhaustion washes over you. You decide against arguing with him, and smile. “Okay.”

Muriel let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and nods, grabbing the covers to pull over you once you lie down again.

It’s quiet for a little while. Muriel went back to sitting by the fire, although he left his wood carving utensils on the ground next to him, and you were slowly drifting back into sleep when you heard him speak.

“I don’t wanna lose you.” His back was turned to you, but you could still hear his hushed voice. Slightly smiling to yourself, your replied.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

~~~~~~

That was fun to write.

[nagitokomaedapizzasuitarchive]

21 Questions Ask Meme

Ahhh thank u for tagging me @some-new-disaster!! 🥺🥺

Rules: “Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better”

Nickname: People who know me online have called me by Bvd in the past or Exile currently! Close friends call me Kark/ Karl & IRL buds tend to call me KK.

Real Name: Karlyn

Zodiac: Aquarius

Favorite Musicians or Groups: I have a huge, varied music taste but I have managed to keep some fav bands that are around my central taste. I have a top 5 in order ahh!

Rare Americans

Twenty One Pilots

Everything Everything

Mother Mother

MGMT

Favorite Sports Team: Not a sports person lmfao!

Other Blogs: @your-new-girlfriend and @spins-ter are my (dead atm) Spinel self shipping centered blogs (I haven’t had the interest to do anything on them and I don’t wanna force it :( ) and @for-the-exiled (previously @/and-i-have-n0-plan or smthn) Is where I dump Portal shipping stuff.

Do I Get Asks: I’ve gotten a few SU+Portal ones in the past but not rlly anything else - PLEASE send me asks if u wanna I’m not scary and love the interaction.

How Many Blogs Do I Follow: 273.

Tumblr Crushes: None.

Lucky Numbers: 5 or any multiple of it! Idk it’s just my number.

What Am I Wearing: Just some black sweatpants and a Saint Patrick’s day T-Shirt.

Dream Vacation: Nothing extravagant ig I’m not much for going out. Dream would p be a tie between just going somewhere relaxing with a future s/o or meeting up with my close buds IRL and doing shit cuz I love them.

Dream Car: Idk I’m not a car person. Anything that works???

Favorite Food: UugHGHhdj Idk I love a shit ton of food. Burgers or potatoes ig.

Drink of Choice: Vanilla almond milk or Pepsi! Both are my favs afhfhgn. Tho I do tend to just drink water most the time.

Instruments: The clarinet! Been playing it in band since we were given the option of joining in 5th. I can also barely play the guitar, gonna take a class next year to learn more and hopefully I can pick it up just like I have with playing my clarinet.

Languages: Really just English atm. I know bare basics of Spanish tho and am going to take more classes in the future. I also know the bare basics of German and hopefully I can regain interest in learning that.

Celebrity Crushes: None currently, I’m not a person interested in celebrities ig. In the past tho I did have minor crushes on Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez if those count.

Random Facts:

I have two gray marks on my body from accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil, twice. I was in Kindergarten and that’s one of the few memories I have from then hjdg. One’s close to the middle on my left of my chest and the others in my right eyebrow.

Ughhgnnj I’m not fully sure about my heritage cuz all I have to go off of is off-hand comments from adults but apparently I have German, Irish, and Swedish heritage. Where I live, a ton of people have Swedish heritage so that’s not surprising.

I ADORE the chihuahua breed. I grew up with 2 chis and currently my family has 3 chis. My current baby, Bonkers, helped me get through a terrible mental state after we lost our old dogs. I can and will beat up anyone who has the nerve to call the breed evil or call them rats to my face. (Jokes are fine but I’ve heard them so often I’m just sick of it all.)

I get DEEP into interests. Like rn all I can think about is Portal lmaO. In the past it was Steven Universe. Before that it was BNHA, and so on. That’s just how I get interested in things. So like I said rn my thing is Portal for sure! I have ~45 hours on Portal 2 alone and over all Portal content (og game, 2, and mods) I have ~78 hours.

I Tag: @firekitty59, @enby-reia, @drawinggalaxy, @boxedfruits, @xkittyleafx, @chedisbread, @chaotic-spinel, @knifebean. Definitely not 21 but I worry about bothering people. If ur tagged you don’t gotta do it aaa. Also if anyone sees this and wants to do it, go ahead! I tag you too!

[muggle-writes]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

tagged by @elizabethsyson

Nickname: Muggle is my nickname, but when I went by Muggle in person for more than a month at a time, it naturally got abbreviated, usually to Mugz

Zodiac: Aquarius

Last movie I saw: into the spiderverse (same answer as last time. I don't watch that many movies tbh except around Christmas. unless YouTube counts in which case... music of some sort? idk links for the next answer)

Favorite musician: changes by the day. I've kinda been in an acapella and/or folk music mood recently so the Maccabeats and Peter Hollens are in my YouTube and Spotify history a lot recently. also I'm eternally in awe of Forte Handbell Quartet (eta a longer video; i recommend skipping to the techno piece or the Jurassic Park theme)

Last thing I googled: "vine why are you buying clothes at the soup store" (my wife hasn't seen it; also i can't find the vine because apparently it's a much bigger meme than I realized). before that it was "chgrp not root" because work and group permissions are useful when they work

Song stuck in my head: well for most of the day when I haven't been actively listening to something, it's been the Pokemon RSE route-walking music. (but that somehow happens frequently when I'm in the no-music-no-internet room at work, as I was for most of the day, and I don't know how I accidentally trained my brain to make that connection). right now, surprisingly, I don't have any background music playing in my head. I think it's because the humidifier provides just enough white noise that my brain doesn't feel the need to provide its own

Other blogs: my main is @muggle-the-hat and I'm a mod on @why-do-neurotypicals but we've gotten one ask ever so that blog has been dormant for a while. I have a bunch of other sideblogs, but they're all small and I use different screen names on each of them (enby life: no idea which name suits me best so I may as well try them out) so i feel like it would just confuse things to link them.

Following: blogs matching all the themes of my sideblogs, (including this one, which is writeblr), korean langblr, jumblr, assorted fandom blogs, authors of my more favorite fanfictions (some overlap with other categories), and irl friends and acquaintances (including one fandom blog turned irl friend)

Do I get asks: on my main if at all, which isn't really surprising because i have hundreds of followers there and maybe 60 followers combined among the rest. but I get asks far less often than I reblog ask memes so... I'm always happy to get more. I do get tagged in ask games more on this one, but writeblr is actually vaguely organized about tag lists so that makes sense. also I used to get tagged a bunch on my main and I rarely could find the posts again to follow up when I had time to answer.

What I’m Wearing: pajamas. staying warm and cozy

Lucky number: I don't remember what I said last time, but I like a lot of numbers. 64 is a good number. recently I've been debugging software in which 0x3E is my lucky status number and 0x0E taunts me. (um, decimal 62 and 14). Also my other favorite number i can't share until it's no longer the combination to the lock to the Secret Room. (or realistically never because opsec and i shouldn't make public the types of parents we use for that combination lock), honestly I aim to be like.... ah, I'm sure the anecdote involves G.H. Hardy but i don't remember on which side. anyway one mathematician remarked to another about how the id number of the taxi he rode in was sadly uninteresting, and the one I aspire to be like, argued "what are you talking about, this number is interesting because ______" and I'd like to be able to do that for any arbitrary number thrown at me. (hi yes math is good, history is hard, math history is interesting yet i still forget the people even if i remember the math. except when things are named after people, but that tends to be, like, Euler and LaGrange and other people who did lots of cool science things so i remember the methods and the names of the methods separately which never helps)

Amount of sleep: ....depression both screws with my sleep schedule and means I always feel like I need more sleep except when I wake up at 5pm and feel like I've wasted the day. so yeah. I can never get enough sleep

Favorite food: yes (why do I have to pick a favorite?) uh, chocolate in most forms, many other sweet things, red meats (especially if served with potatoes), curry (especially if it has "too much" ginger), fresh-baked bread, chai the way my favorite local Indian restaurant makes it (spicier with just a little bit of sweet, which is the opposite of what i can get from the mocha machine at work which is wayyy sweet with a hint of spice but that inferior chai is still superior to coffee so i drink too much of it). also vegetables which I really don't eat enough of: sauteed zucchini and onions, roasted broccoli

Dream trip: dreaming requires creativity and tbh I funnel that mostly into my writing instead. I wouldn't mind going back to Korea for another visit though

Dream job: my current job is pretty good when I feel productive and when my debugging tools actually produce data maybe??? (they were not being helpful today. but i still mostly like my job.) dream job is probably this but with seniority and confidence and double the salary (while living in a similar area of the country; I wouldn't want to double my salary by moving to work for Google in California and having less available after rent than I do now)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things:

the smell of old books

the first glow of sunrise (the sunrise painting the mountains pink and gold)

a rainbow in the spray from a waterfall

the flicker of distant lightning (watching a thunderstorm fade into the distance)

this picture

Random fact: about me or about the world?

how about a combination answer: when we got our new handbell music this season, we only looked at half the pieces our first rehearsal and afterwards I tried to look up one of the pieces we hadn't gotten to on YouTube because it's got a weird time signature and I wanted to get a feel for how fast it would go and how strict the counting is...... except it turns out we're the first group to ever play the piece. it was commissioned recently but seeing my conductor's name on the page didn't tell me how new it was because he's super prolific. (the fact that it was on printer paper without the publisher's graphics should have been a giveaway but it's only the second time I've been among the first to play one of his pieces so I think I can be excused for not realizing)

Languages: mostly just English, but I took Spanish for years, so I can hold simple conversations in it. I can almost read sound out Hebrew fast enough to keep up in services, and I know some random Hebrew vocab but comparatively no grammar. and I took Korean in college, enough that I can recognize sentence structure but I can really only speak tourist-Korean, though I can sound anything out (if it's typed. handwriting is hit or miss.) in both Hebrew and Korean (and Spanish tbh but i don't often listen to Spanish music) I'm very proud when I can separate the words enough, listening to a song, to translate them without looking up the lyrics. also I tried to learn Japanese from Duolingo when it was new, but I still hadn't gotten the kana straight when it started progressing to kanji so that was a rough time and I went back to Hebrew.

tbh I "dabble" in "language learning" which really means I start a million courses on Duo and stick with none of them. with the notable exception of French, which I acknowledge is super common and probably a good idea to learn but the spelling and pronunciation seem so arbitrary I'm scared to look close enough to learn it properly, and I've never particularly considered starting the Duolingo course for French

I think I lost a few questions, because that's only 18 answers. whoops.

um... who to tag

@abluescarfonwaston if school hasn't drowned you in work yet and @copperscales I'm interested in both of your choices for lucky numbers especially.

... wow I'm blanking on other mutuals I haven't tagged recently. as usual lmk if you'd like to be edited in, or just answer the questions and tag me back, that's great too.

[alannahaisling]

The day I slipped into a Panic and anxiety attack.

This, this is going to be long winded.

I'm just going to come out and say it. No, I don't want sympathy. This is just me using this particular blog for what it was meant for. A space for me to vent, to be my authentic self. To reflect, to just let things spill out from my mind through my fingers and onto the screen on which you may be reading this.

First things first. The Icons I'll be using here are not rp muns, they are simply my emotions on display. My IRL self as displayed by characters I adore from the Teen Titans fandom.

Ooookay lets get down it.

I help moderate a stream, have been doing it for a while. I became fast friends with the streamer and pull long hours. Roughly 4-5 hours per stream, unless I have class the next day.

To my knowledge, nobody ever had an issue with me. Save the odd person here or there, that may have disagreed with me, but at least they would tell me to my face, and I would shrug it off and move on. It was as simple as that.

My friend, who I love to death, has on more than one occasion had to reassure me that I was actually doing a good job. I lost count how many times I asked if I needed to improve, or if there were any rough areas that may need to change.

A good chunk of the time, they would just kinda raise their voice, and be like. "Damnit, you're good. You're fine." and then try to cheer me up with silly cat pictures. My ultimate kryptonite.

This friend of mine has worked with me for a few years now, talking about deep heavy personal stuff. They know I am medically diagnosed with ptsd, social anxiety, and have been dealing with depression for years. So they're not a stranger to my triggers and I love them for respecting when I need to just be alone, or only want some quality time one on one for a few hours. You hear that you knucklehead? Yeah you, I know you at least read this shit.

Moving on.

On friday, we had a.. bad night of it. Not even an hour in, after happily gathering folks who wanted to play the chosen game with us that night, someone. Who I will call 2P, dumped a huge paragraph, attacking my character and personality as a mod, in my friends private discord DMS.

2P for months, had been telling me to my face, that they saw me as a best friend, that anything I ever said and or did would be safe to do. You know the whole, you can trust me bit. I blindly trusted, and hind sight maybe I shouldn't have.

Meanwhile the entire time, I apparently had been talked about behind my back, negatively for a while? I don't know.

So we paused the stream, and go into another server that's locked down to a limited set of people and discuss it. Friend is, PISSED, but is trying to not yell, and asks me what we should do about it.

In my head I'm just reeling. I'm asking my friend, if I'm a bad mod, if I've fucked up somewhere, I'm totally confused. I can't concentrate, and there's this choking hurt in my chest. One I know all too well.

The feeling of dread. The feeling that I messed up, that I'm useless, and a fraud.

My friend is trying hard to make sure I'm okay, by this point they know, this has fucked with my head. In a huge way. 17- going on 18 years of therapy suddenly going down the drain, spiralling out of control.

They Cut the stream short.

I'm exhausted, tired, feeling beaten. I just say a few things to 2P and leave their discord server, kick them from my private one, and from the one I made for my streamer friend for the game we play with other people. In addition, also a possible person who may cause me issues, because 2P's probably been shit talking me for a few months now.

Friend is arguing on my behalf, another mutual and their friend, instantly demands to get in call. We'll call them... Uh.. Fuck, Tataru , and Estinien for sake of ease. Tataru is having none of it, they are witnessing my typed anxieties. They are hearing our mutual friend, trying very hard to not just *yell*.

2P is dropping the nasty paragraph in other dms now, belonging to other regulars. It's escalating pretty fast. I am now a villain, and a victim in one role, and 2P is also playing the role of victim because my dearest friend just told 2P Off.

"2P, isn't getting it!" My friend is saying with a calm anger. "2P is just constantly going on and on about how (my name) is bad for the stream." Or something to that effect. "They don't even fucking realize how fucking hurtful they are being."

"You need to stop responding." Tataru is saying. "Just, tell the mother fucker, NO and block 2P on everything."

I guess 2P is quickly realizing that they are losing the fight, so they come into my dms. Shit forgot to block them there. I think in my head, and I see them trying to bring the argument to me. They tell me, that I'm handling the situation all wrong.

I don't even respond. I'm tired. I'm just done. I'm mentally slipping back to the days I was mentally and emotionally abused, and gaslit.

GASLIT.

GASLIT!

I block 2P. For my mental health.

Estinien with their calming voice, is outlining streamer etiquette rules. 2P is definitely out of line, as a viewer. If we want, Estinien can pretty much hit up a wider streamer network, and have the name of 2P blacklisted from other communities.

By this point, another regular is talking to my friend asking what is going on. Then another. Slowly, I read through logs my friend has dumped into the 4 person private call.

Then I see it.

"I'll just lie through my teeth to her about why I'm leaving or something. Just don't tell (My name) I said any of this. " In regards to the in game guild My friend and I Co Run.

Silently mutter to myself. Not that the others can hear me, my headsets broken. "Ah, the other shoe has dropped. 2P's been lying to me the whole time. I've been gaslit all over again. No wonder I feel like I do."

Estinien and Tataru get sleepy and go to bed. My friend stays up as long as they can as I sort my head out, trying to timeline events. I'm given logs, screen shots. 2P's been blocked. I lock down my twitter for a day. I lose 20 hours sleep.

I spent those 20 hours of no sleep, asking and apologizing to regulars if 2P has ever talked to them about me. Most of them say NO, and reassure me I'm a good mod, that I make the stream warm, fun, welcoming and comfortable for all kinds of people.

A good friend of mine, who I will ironically call Angellica, because we call each other sis, and I view myself as Eliza from Hamilton. Once had told me to be careful with 2P from the start, because they had a bad vibe about them, is PISSED off, and yeets them out of an in game group chat. "Fuck em, 2P's a troll."

I realize, that Angellica literally stood by and chose my happiness. Cause yeah, I thought 2P was someone I could trust. After what happened though, I realized that I had been mistaken and apologized, To Angellica.

Now 2P is going around seeing who still will consider them friends, or are neutral parties. I was made aware of this because one of them, a mature friend actually asked me what 2P was going on about. So I gave them the run down. They were disgusted with 2P's behavior.

Now a days, 2P takes screen shots of anybody on twitter, that has blocked them and smears their names.

2P still doesn't get it.

But I'm moving on from it.

I have screenshots and logs. But I don't ever plan on releasing them publicly.

So yeah, 2P if you ever come across this, and figure out I'm talking about you, I severed ties with you, because friends don't lie to each other, Friends don't talk behind each others backs, they don't force other good close friends to sit on the *truth* of how you feel. Friends can disagree, and can have different opinions.

But You burned your bridges yourself.

I've always had a three strike ruleset.

One: You lied to my face multiple times.

Two: You pretended to be my friend.

Three: You actively gaslit me, and my friend.

Sooo THAT'S why I cut ties with you. Your behavior after that was just you playing the victim, and none of us 30 plus year olds were just going to sit by and let you have your 20 something year old tantrum.

I bare you no ill will, and I doubt any of us are going to even blast you in an open space like twitter releasing the logs or screen shots. I'm just noping out of this parasocial relationship because that's all it was. I refuse to be used, as a way for people to get close to and use my friend as they work on their passions and goals.

Adieu 2P , nothing was lost the day I walked away, except all the work my friend did to get me out of my isolated shell. But you know what? They'll just pull me back out, and support me 100% You'll never break us up.