#I'm going to temporarily open up comments for opinions

[thresholdbb]

I'm definitely taking Time and Again as soon as I finish it, which is hopefully within the next few hours

What else? I have:

Janeway nebula jacket and pants combo

Janeway jumpsuit

Evil/corrupt hologram Janeway

Bell Riots/2024 Jadzia

I guess I have regular clothes too

[hyuuukais]

heyllo :3

can i request reader x chan? reader is overwhelmed but keeps it in because that’s what they see chan doing a lot of the time. but eventually it builds to a breaking point where the stress causes them to completely shut down. chan doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong so it might be cute if he just sits on the floor in front of reader and plays clips from a song he’s working on and asks for their opinion (by basically talking out loud to himself) and then after reader calms down they are able to verbalize they just need a human weighted blanket and to be told they are doing amazing and their efforts are not going unnoticed.

im fine. 🥲

just hold me, tell me you love me

pairing : chan x reader

notes : me vs the long title. anyway thank uuu for being my first request! i hope this lives up to ur expectations and can provide u some comfort 🫶 sending u hugs and love 🫂💙 sorry it's taken a bit long to get back to! kind of was getting this feeling myself and have been unable to write, but i think i'm getting back

warnings : reader is overwhelmed, mentions of anxiety, fear of opening up to someone, reader is called pet names (love, baby), reader breaks down

wc : 1.4k

All week there's been a growing pressure in your chest threatening to spill all over the floor and leave you a mess, lying on the ground with nothing else to give. Give, you've given all you can, and now that you're home, you can't do it anymore. You seek peace in the quiet of your shared bedroom, your boyfriend still at work in his studio.

Your boyfriend, who works hard day and night. Your boyfriend, who's loving and caring and sweet. Your boyfriend, who you're scared to open up to when things get really hard, because he doesn't share with you either. Although the relationship isn't fresh, going on a year and a half, there are still things you don't talk about. You don't want to burden him with your struggles when you've always been able to power through by yourself.

Fisting the sheets under you, you can feel the need to cry in your body, the hollow feeling in your chest and the tightness in your throat, but nothing comes. It's like your body knows you're too tired for even that simple of an action, for even one tear to slip. So instead, you sit the the blanket over you, face peeking out to stare at the wall with tired eyes. You can't sleep. If you close your eyes, you know you won't drift off and wake up feeling better, you'll just lie there for hours.

"Baby?"

Something spikes in you when you hear Chans voice ring out through the apartment, curling into yourself more. He shouldn't be home this early and yet, here he is, calling your name and wondering where you are; you're never in bed this early. Chan continues to call out for you until you hear the bedroom door opening quietly.

"Love?" Chans footsteps get closer, and you can feel the edge of the bed dip with his weight as he sits down. "My love..."

His hand brushes over your shoulder, but you can't face him. When you bring the blanket over your head more, he seems to get the hint, shifting to lean against the headboard next to the statue that is your body, unmoving and heavy. You can feel him fiddling beside you, and soon, a soft melody fills your ears. It's enough to distract you temporarily from the raging storm in your head, focusing on the beats, and when Chans voice comes through, it's like you can feel a sense of comfort washing over you. Although it's not enough to completely take these feelings away, you're grateful for what he's doing.

"This song has been giving me trouble," Chan comments over the music, sighing heavily. "I can't figure out if I like the chorus or not, and it feels like it's missing something in general, but I don't know what. What do you think, baby?"

Unable to answer verbally, but still wanting him to know you're listening, you roll around so you're facing him. He chuckles as you bury your face under his thigh when you see he's sitting cross-legged, the pressure on your face oddly comforting. Chan places a hand on your back, his arm resting behind your head as he rubs small circles over your thick layer of blanket. Another song starts playing after a while, another soft one, too. You relax under his touch, feeling the vibrations through his body as he hums along to this one and makes occasional comments about changes he'd like to make.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, your eyes fluttering shut as he keep playing different songs and telling you all about them. Both of you are aware that he shouldn't be playing so much unreleased music, but all Chan cares about in this moment is you, helping you, calming you, loving you. The company will never know anyway.

"Chan," You whisper, voice barely audible. His humming stops and he pauses the music, looking down at your limp form with furrowed brows. Moving your head slightly, you're able to look up at him on an angle, the cool air of the bedroom breaching your blanket cocoon.

"What is it, baby?" Chan moves some hair from your face, leaving this palm to rest on your cheek.

"Can you just-" You clear your throat, one hand coming up to play with the hem of his shorts at his knee to calm you more. "Just hold me, tell me you love me?"

Without words, he shifts down to your level and nods. Carefully, Chan guides you to face away from him and brings you close to his body, your back pressed tightly against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, now enveloped inside your blanket as he holds onto you tightly, scared that if he let's go, you'll fade away. The thought of you being in so much pain, whether physical or emotional, is something he can't bear; he can't sit on the sidelines and watch you wither away. Neither of you speak as you lie there for what feels like hours, although it must only be a few minutes. The feeling of Chan's breath on your neck is oddly comforting, your own hands finding his arm around your waist and holding onto him.

Something about the way Chan is holding you, comforting you without the pressure of being asked what's wrong, has you finally breaking down. It starts small, holding back a few tears, but a few escaping despite your efforts. Then Chan shifts closer, pressing soft lips on the skin behind your ear.

"I love you, you know that? So, so much," He whispers, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he buries his face into your hair. "You're doing amazing, baby, and I mean that. I thought... I thought something might have been wrong, but I didn't know how to go about this. I'm sorry it got to this point, I should have asked. I want you to know you can always turn to me, okay?"

His words have the dam breaking and soon enough, the sobs ripping from your chest have you gasping and hiccupping like there's no tomorrow. You don't register the way Chan tries to soothe you as he pulls you around and into his chest. Subconsciously, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and roll his body onto yours, his head sitting in the crook of your neck. The weight feels nice, grounding, and you can finally hear Chan speaking again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." Chan whispers into the skin of your neck, one of his hands smoothing back your hair. "You're okay, I'm here, now breathe, alright? Breathe, baby."

He inhales deeply, and you do your best to mimic his movements. It's shaky, but you're doing it.

"Good job, you're doing great," Chan keeps his voice low as he speaks. "Keep breathing."

It gets to the point where you don't need to think about breathing anymore, your head throbbing slightly from the sudden outburst of emotion. Chan's body stays on yours, but he props himself up enough to look at you, his palm on your cheek and his thumb wiping away any remaining tears. You can barely look him in the eye.

All he does is stare at you with those pretty, dark eyes, but you realize there's a dampness under them matching yours. You open your mouth to question it, but he shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't want you to be in pain alone ever again." His thumb continues to caress your cheek, even though the tears have dried. "I love you too much to let you go through that. Whatever's going on, tell me when you're ready, yeah? For now, just let me gush about my beautiful partner until they're feeling better."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you as Chan surges up to pepper your face in kisses, saying praises in between each one. With every kiss, you can feel your face heating up until you try and cover it, but he just grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. Eventually, he slows down, pressing one last kiss directly on your lips, and settles back onto you.

"Let's stay like this for a while," Chan suggests, knowing you need it, but so does he. "My favourite place is in your arms."

-

─── taglist : @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom

[glassprism]

Saw this under a Claire Moore "Think of Me" video, unsure what it means :<< (P1: Awful voice) (P2: she's better than Jan Hartley Morris, Jan ILLEGALLY used the old Eb key change they used temporarily when the show first opened. Since she wasn't anoriginal cast member, Jan didn't have permission from*ANYONE* to do the key change in Eb.) --> P2 commented this twice just to make a point. (Their words, not mine DHSKJDS I'd just like to know what they meant + maybe your opinion/s if any!) <3

So I found the comment, and it seems like the conversation goes something like this:

Commenter 1 (talking about Claire Moore): "Awful voice" Commenter 2 (responding to Commenter 1): "she's better than Jan Hartley Morris, Jan ILLEGALLY used the old Eb key change they used temporarily when the show first opened. Since she wasn't an original cast member, Jan didn't have permission from ANYONE to do the key change in Eb." Commenter 2 then repeats their comment because they maybe hit the Enter key twice or thought it didn't go through

So basically, 'Think of Me' was originally written with a key change that goes from D major to E flat major, but most Christines who sing it now go to F major. Or so I'm reading (I don't actually understand anything I just wrote, by the way). Jan Hartley-Morris apparently sang 'Think of Me' with the original key change, which has really pissed Commenter 2 off because they claim that only original cast members can do it unless they get permission, and Jan Hartley-Morris supposedly did not do that.

Now, I don't know too much about all the key change shenanigans, but what I do know is that you don't have to be part of the original cast to use the original key change. Whether you have to get permission to use it, I don't know, but I know several Christines have sung with the original key change years after the original cast left, and I think the Japanese production never changed it at all (or if they did, it was quite recent). Heck, I think Emmy Rossum used the original key change, though the 2004 movie was very much a throwback in some things, such as using the original lyrics. So Jan Hartley-Morris is far from the only one to do it.

So I guess my overall opinion is that Commenter 2 is getting awfully worked up over something they may very well be wrong about.

[paranoid-poppies]

Hey

This post will be ***Temporarily*** be pinned, replacing my about me post.

so my (now ex) boyfriend broke up with me OVER TEXT on the 2nd of August, claiming he has poor mental health (been known buddy) and that it would be good for the both of us to not be together because he "can't be the best boyfriend" to me in his current state and that I deserve better. Will be accepting any opinions in reblogs or comments on that whole thing. However! I came on here to share the letter I'm writing him before I officially stop putting in my now usual amount of effort into keeping any kind of relationship alive. Be warned, it's quite the tome.

Here ya go:

You’ve evidently come to the conclusion that you’re “ready”, however you interpreted the word. Or maybe you just opened this because you felt like it. Or it’s been a long time since I gave this to you. Maybe you were feeling nostalgic, as you’ve received more personal letters from me than really any modern person normally does. Or we’re together and I pressure you to; or you do so of your own will. Perhaps some other, unlisted reason. Maybe you never open this; and I’m writing all these words for only the universe to see. At the end of the day, speculation only goes so far, and none of it really matters because I’m going to say the things I want to say anyway. The stuff I never said out loud, because I knew - and you told me - that you weren’t ready. And eventually I realized you might never be ready.

I’m not going to try to be poetic or anything, so I’m sorry if you enjoyed that aspect of my past letters. This is just going to be me. I’m going to say thoughts and feelings and facts and everything of that sort because this may very well be my only and last opportunity.

I’d like to start with some apologies, you deserve them.

I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t talk to me. Even if you won’t admit it, it’s true.

I’m sorry I couldn't be there for you those 3 years. The 3 years before me that you told me you’ve felt empty through and ever since; like there was a void somewhere inside of you that I couldn’t fill as much as you wanted or needed me to.

I’m sorry you feel you have to do this alone. I know you won’t seek professional help, you’re prideful and strong and stubborn. Even when it hurts you.

I’m sorry that you feel the need to put on a mask of happiness. That destroys a person. I know how it is. I did it for two years. I’m still working on it to this day, especially now.

I hope you accept them. If not for yourself, then for me. Or at the very least for the sake of remembering and learning from us.

To start with the main body of this letter, I’d like to preface with a recognition that maybe you think this is overstepping some boundaries. In that case, I’m sorry. Truly. But, I can’t say nothing. It’s not in my nature to let words as important as these sit dormant forever, bubbling over into the nights of the future as tears. I want this to give me some closure, and maybe you’ll get some too.

I’m not perfect at communicating by any means. I try my best, and it’s either enough, or it isn’t. And I know you’re not perfect at communicating either. You have trouble expressing a lot of things and mustering up the courage to talk about them, and I have trouble saying the important stuff out loud. This letter, for example, which by the way, I’m sorry isn’t handwritten. It’s just much easier to organize thoughts here and make changes. Case in point.

Anyway, I think that’s part of the reason you decided that breaking up was the answer. You had been sitting on that text - or at least idea of a breakup - for some time. It was obvious. I’m not dumb. But I also don’t know a lot of things. Maybe I would’ve drafted that same message in your position. Still, I maintain that I don’t believe pushing someone away - who has continuously expressed want and interest in helping your mental health - was the solution. But I’m not you and I don’t control you. We were and still are equals, both human, and that means a breakup is a breakup, an end is an end, no matter how much I hate it. As much as I wish we had talked more before coming to an end, I understand that to you it might have been something inevitable (I’ll touch more on “inevitable” later). Perhaps that is part of the reason, however small, you were so firm on your decision. I’ll never entirely know or understand what brought you to your conclusion. I can only speculate about what I did or didn’t do, what I could’ve done to change this future because it currently doesn’t contain quite enough of you.

The - probably obvious - truth is, I miss you terribly, and I promise I’ll only use a bit of this letter to wallow in my longing. You were the light, as horribly cliché as that sounds. Merely thinking of your smile can bring me to the verge of tears. I catch a glimpse of faceless hair that only resembles yours, my heart stutters and suddenly I’m clasping my hands together, begging any Gods that will listen. Heads turn in this temple as my knees bleed onto the stone, words leaving my mouth faster than the blood can find its path through the crevices. Not one worshiper listens or understands. Those familiar rich brown curls turn a corner and I’m lost again, standing among people who might never know anything like what we had.

As guilty as I feel, I know time will move steadily forward, and all this passion may or may not fade. But for the time being, I have learned from this pain; it takes a lot of energy to understand that things are often more beautiful when you know you can’t have them.

I can’t count on my hands the number of times I have lamented to a close friend just how much I miss being able to watch you. How desperately I want to be able to just look at you freely and trace the lines of your face with my gaze again. I keep the moments I treasure and miss most to myself though. Like the thought of dragging my finger down the bridge of your nose as we lay together quietly. I dream of brushing my thumbs over your cheeks and pulling you towards me for one last kiss goodnight through the car window again.

I wish I had made you stay in that car longer. Begged you to sit with me for even just five more minutes. I wish I had mustered the patience I know I am capable of, instead of demanding a change I know is difficult. Maybe if those moments had moved slower, I could have saved us.

We are (were?) teens. I recognize, maybe don’t fully understand, that you might not have wanted something as serious, committed, adult, as I did. My parents raised me intentionally or unintentionally to believe that romance is reserved for adults. I didn’t plan or even think of having a boyfriend in high school, perhaps not even in college. But then there was you.

At first I just wanted to be friends with you. To share memories and talk and play games. That’s it. At some point that changed. I don’t know when; I don’t know exactly why. I just know one day I woke up and wished you were there too; Peaceful and warm, morning breath and all. I wanted to do with you what spring does with the new blossoms.

You couldn’t know this of course. What if you didn’t like me like that? What if it made you hate me? And if by some miracle, you liked me of all people back, what would happen then? I didn’t know anything. I couldn’t, and I still can’t, wrap my head around the fact that someone, much less you, would ever want to kiss me or hold my hand or even be associated with me. It still takes my breath away thinking of the first time you kissed me. However small and quick and inconsequential it was, I would have been happy with that being my last first kiss. I won’t be in history books, but if I am, I hope they say you were the first one to love me. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what else they say.

I do know I was mean sometimes, and I hope you know it was only playfully, in an affectionate kind of way. I could talk to you for hours and never get tired of your voice, your laugh. And I could never get tired of seeing you smile. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you, not at all, and I believe that still holds true. Around you, at times, I was also sad and overwhelmed and everything in between and all the better feelings. And you were there for me. You stayed with me; helping and hugging me all while standing in the shadow of your own emotion. You’re strong like that, in an irresponsible and dangerous way, but strong nonetheless. In my past I probably would have admired your walls, your defenses. But I’ve forced myself to acknowledge, and try to understand, that nothing good comes from shoving clutter under the bed and calling your bedroom clean.

Putting aside the aforementioned first kiss, you could’ve just wanted a fling. I don’t know. I likely never will. And I’m sorry if I was crazy or overbearing. We are (were?) just teenagers. The movies say that high school sweethearts don’t last. But I foolishly thought otherwise. I threw myself into our relationship carelessly, letting my guard down because I finally felt secure in some capacity. Not only about myself, but about my potential future. I recognize maybe I feel, and therefore love, a bit too deeply for our age, and perhaps that scared you away. We are (were?) (Are you getting sick of that uncertainty yet?) teenagers and I accept the fact that we have differences in how we experience life and more specifically, love.

You’ll get through this without me. You’re not completely alone, and you know that even if you won’t admit it. Every day, you’re pushing me further away, and even though every bone in my body wants to follow you and grab your arm and pull you back towards me… I don’t. I resist the best I can. I’ll stay right here. Right where you know I’ll be. Working on my patience and hoping that at some point I might see your smile again instead of your back. What I’m trying to say is that I’ll be here for you. Because I know you want to change. And I know that you are capable of becoming who you want to be. Someday maybe you’ll feel brave or you’ll (unnecessarily, because you were and always will be good to me) deem yourself good enough and you’ll be able to summon even more of that strength and courage to reach out. Don’t be afraid. You taught me that some fear is unwarranted.

You said you need help, and as much as I want you to seek it, I know you probably won’t. You’ll let your emotions fester until something like this happens again, and then maybe you’ll learn that recognizing and letting some thoughts and feelings out, even if it’s just a small amount, helps. Cry. Scream. Destroy something. Those are better than nothing. You said that you need help and I believe you do, I just don’t believe you’ll act on that, and a part of me wants to hate you for it. I won’t let that part of me infect the memories of you though, I can’t do that to myself. So you can break that promise - if you want to call it that - and I’ll hold my hands over the ears of my heart so that it doesn’t hate you.

I need you to know that I am grateful for your time in my life, however brief that may be. It was invaluable, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my time on Earth seeking something that even rivals what we had. You have taught me incredible things about myself, life, love, and the world. These uncertain days will pass, you and I could become nothing or something. I have no way of knowing. I do know that your chapter of my life will always be dogeared, as it will most certainly be my favorite for a long time.

However far into the future we have moved between the time I gave this to you and now, when you are reading it, - perhaps we have grown apart, or perhaps we couldn’t possibly be closer - I want you to know that I have, and always will, wait for you. What we had might be forever unmatched. It’s not often you stumble upon someone you have so much in common with. So like I said, I’ll wait for you. Even if you just want to be friends again. The kind that FaceTime in silence just to know they’re not alone. Or the kind that do everything together. Or the kind that share fears and trauma and everything that makes life wonderful. Or the kind that get together once every few months just to laugh. Call me, because I’ll wait for you. I still care for you at this moment, and I probably will forever to some extent. To be clear, this isn’t me telling you to do anything. It’s me saying that if you want to, I won’t stop you. My pets and friends will hear me cry on my bedroom floor, but they won’t hear me ask you to come back. It’s not fair at all for me to ask that of you.

I'll start to wrap it up here. For now, this is the most closure I believe I will get; An envelope containing barely a cup from a sea of thoughts and emotion. I think there are beautiful things waiting for you. You just have to be looking for them. And amid the beautiful parts of your future, if you find an old picture of us, and clear away the dust, I hope you miss me at least a little. Maybe that’s selfish, but it’s human. Perhaps we would’ve worked out in another universe.

As I write this letter - which has consumed several days - I’ve slowly but surely begun to accept the fact that you might never greet me again, or text me asking to FaceTime, or smile my way briefly in passing. In this new reality, I find the only direction to move is forward, and I can’t do that until I accept this fate. I hope that acceptance will come soon because the pain of not knowing you is unbearable. All of this will fade slowly and ache like a wound. As macabre as this metaphor is, I hope you leave a scar because its story would be the loveliest of them all.

Every choice is the right one, remember that. All of them will lead you to the future you’re meant to have, the people you’re meant to love, the lessons you’re meant to learn, and the ways you’re meant to change. To be loved, is to be changed after all. I hope that void gets filled by something or someone. I hope you smile a lot, and find the people and things and love that make life worth living. Above all, I hope you’re happy wherever all that may be.

My last act of love will be letting you go.

That's it! Names were excluded obviously. Let me know if there's any changes, major or minor, to be made. Any and all feedback accepted. Please don't invalidate or disregard my emotions and feelings simply because I'm a teenager. I know what being in love is like. The fact that we are both under 18 doesn't mean that we are incapable of feeling deeply, just as I state in the letter. Every day I wake up and miss him and I can't imagine us being with anyone else and I wonder if I'll feel this way for the rest of my life. I think that's about as in love as in love can be, and us being under 18 doesn't render that meaningless.

I am still unsure if this will be given to him. I have been advised by irl best friend to not do it but she also acknowledged that ultimately it is my choice so I’d like to get some more opinions if people are up to it. Hopefully a consensus is reached soon? Or is that too much to ask?

[hourglassofeye-2]

Random dialogue and moments in [A.I. : Alternate Identity] without context, featuring the three transmigrators, Alteria, t/b, and t/c.

"Damn, those kicks of yours be higher than the Telutubby directors."

"LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LETMEOUTOUTOUTTTTtttt!!!"

"Oh, just... 500 more rounds, please? I need to farm artifacts."

"AHDUDDKJDJJZHTQIOOPP//×_----!!!!!"

The motorcycle came to a screeching halt as the rider hurriedly jumped out, obvious concern and panic on their face.

"HOLY SHIT- did I just roadkill someone!?!" t/b screamed "calmly".

"Oh my god I am so sorry are you- oh. Never mind, a treasure hoarder. And if one's here, than there might be more. Either way, more to my insignia collection!"

"Hell-o my not-so-dear acquaintances!" t/b yelled, startling the guards. "I'm your local arsonist as well as neighborhood serial killer and protector of adult's dreams and hopes because they are non-existant, crushed to nothing by the crippling depression that is reality!"

"Wait, no? I come from "Genshin Impact" an adventure, open world 3D game?"

"I, uh, I thought this was the novel, [The Origin]?"

"....Gayshit Influence....?"

"What."

"Okay so, I do admit that I do find the ermites attractive."

"Well, in opinion, the ermites do hold better fashion sense than the treasure hoarders, though that may be because they can actually afford to buy better clothes."

"Oh the things financial fortitude can bring."

"So, Alteria has the light element, but it's currently restricted its reactions, the og's dendro, and an anemo and cryo, which is four in total- unless we don't count the light element which is temporarily restricted."

"Hm."

"I have a Mondstat hydro as well as a separate pyro one."

"And then t/c has the otherworld electro right?"

"Yes?"

"So poweranger turquoise, red-blue, and purple."

"Okay why does powerangers come into this?"

"We need a separate identity because I just realized all three of us have been illegally poaching and mining for our entire lives."

"There was a FUCKING reason why MONDSTAT was the starting region- I FUCKING HATE SUMERU- OH MY GOD NOT AGAINNOTAGAIN WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MONSTERS--!!!"

"Fuck you Azar."

"Fuck you Azar."

"Fuck you Azar."

"Quit your job, t/c. Join my gay emo band."

"No."

"They're going to kill me." Alteria sobbed, his nonchalant demanor long gone. "They're going to kill me just like, like, Himeko, -I -I don't want to die. I don't- I , I'm...."

"Haha, Cheetos."

"Damn, you just ended like, five generations."

t/c wiped the dust away from her hands as if she had touched a piece of vile trash. "I don't think I ended shit with the way his face was going."

"Is that a..." He squinted, trying to get a better view. "spi-- HOLYSHITITSASPIDERGETITOFFMEGETOTOFFMMEEEeeee--!!"

"Oh wow." t/c commented. "It is large when looking at it in real life."

"So uh, where are your parents?"

[System Controls: Now Playing: Recorded Song #5]

[When its gone-

it's gone

it's gone-

It's gone-]

"Okay."

"Oh my god you're a Kaeya simp-"

"I am not."

"Oh, Alteria was just saying that the green gem on the original's chest is actually-"

"Look- this isn't the time for that-"

"No." t/b cut in. "I am interested, therefore this is important."

"Well, goodbye, I'm going to face-up against Azar."

"Oh hell naw!" t/b slammed the table. "Not dressed like THAT you aren't!"

"*sigh. Better..?"

"YASSS BITCH SLAY!-!!!"

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) and Grim temporarily transfer to RSA, much to delight of Esme and the horror of the fellow NRC students.

Will NRC be set aflame during their absence?

Request by @kiwibirdmother and anon.

The main courtyard of the prestigious Royal Sword Academy was unlike anything you had ever seen back at Night Raven College. The hedges were trimmed perfectly, not a single branch or leaf being out of place, and the birds happily chirped as they perched themselves on top of them. The lot of them watched you walk by with your two companions — Esme and Grim.

The former had a large grin on his face upon spotting your awe-struck expression. A chuckle escaped his lips as he slyly asked, "How do you like it here so far, (Y/n)? I sure hope your room is more comfortable than back at NRC." His voice held a teasing tone to it.

You acknowledged his question with a hum and opened your eyes to answer, but were cut off when the cat monster next to you yawned, "It could use a little bit less sunlight..." He adjusted his white blazer while rolling his eyes.

Yes, Grim wore a fitted RSA blazer that one of the students had made just for him. Some adorable blond boy by the name of Ellis who was always followed around by birds and squirrels. Grim had been in love at first sight with the blazer, and now refused to take it off all day long. Even when you went to sleep, you had to coax him into taking it off, saying it would wrinkle up if he went to sleep with it.

At Grim's interjection, Esme easily replied, "I'll ask Ellis to fix you a pair of curtains." However, he still couldn't help but eye you from the side, especially when you wouldn't throw in your own opinion. "And how else do you like RSA?" His green eyes sparkled expectantly, and a smug grin decorated his face.

Again, you opened your mouth — but as was before, Grim piped up before you. "The tuna rolls at the cafeteria yesterday were delicious!" the cat chimed and rubbed his belly in satisfaction. His blue eyes gleamed happily as he grabbed your hand and tugged it like a little child. "Let's stay here forever, (Y/n)!" Meanwhile, he did his best to muster the most adorable puppy eyes you had ever seen.

Esme happily perked up at that.

However, you merely shot him a playful look while shrugging your companion off. "You would betray Deuce and Ace and literally all of NRC over some tuna rolls, Grim?" you asked and let out a little chuckle.

Grim furrowed his eyebrows, raising his arms defensively. "What can I say? I'm easy to impress, and easy to win over." A dopey smile decorated his face as he happily cried out, "The way to a cat's heart is through his stomach."

"You're unbelievable..." Your hand found its way to his head on its own to pet his ears affectionately.

"I find your loyalty very admirable," Esme chimed up with a slightly sceptical smile. "Although it is a little bit misplaced."

Grim nodded along to his new friend's comment, and you couldn't help but glare at him for taking his side. Yet, the cat simply continued, "Yes, what sane being would prefer that dusty mattress back at home for a majestic soft bed here?" A scoff escaped his lips. "You humans are just strange..." Although his voice was filled with disapproval, you knew he didn't mean it that way.

Esme's gaze grew more expectant by the second, and he wouldn't let it go until you said something positive about this institution for princes and heroes. So, a resignated sigh escaped your lips. "Well," you began slowly, "I do have to admit that I like everyone's kindness! You don't have to fear having a magical pen pointed at your back at every turn."

Esme, who had been hanging onto every word you uttered until now, let out a satisfied hum. "I'm just sad that the transfer lasts only a week," he said after a while, sighing. "Your headmaster could have let you stay for a little while longer, no?"

A grin snuck its way to your lips as you shook your head in amusement. "Oh, Crowley said the school would go down in flames if I were gone longer than seven days."

Although Esme was about to retort that this couldn't have been more than a silly excuse, Grim quickly interjected, "That's true." The cat shook his head in disappointment. "Deuce and Ace will be super lost without you. Who else will bang at their door every morning to drag them to class?"

That left Esme speechless. He knew that you were practically the therapist of the whole school, but the extent of your motherly duties surprised him.

"Speaking of them," you mumbled, "we got tons of letters already."

Esme perked up at that, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, really?" he asked in genuine disbelief. "Do your friends miss you that much?"

The corners of your mouth wandered upwards into a proud and satisfied smile. "I guess they came to appreciate me after just a few days of being on their own." Your genuinely happy daughter echoed through the courtyard, and you even had to wipe a tear from your eye. "Yes, this exchange program really was worth it," you mumbled under your breath in satisfaction.

The three of you chuckled in unison at your words before continuing on in comfortable silence. At uneven intervals, you came across a few RSA students you didn't recognise at all — but that didn't stop them from giving you a friendly wave and smile, something you weren't used to at all back at home.

At a certain point in time, you even spotted a white dove approaching from the distance, and it seemed to approach the three of you, too. Soon, it flew lower until you could see the linen bag that it held in its claws. Much to your surprise, it soon dropped said bag once it was right above you. With way too much excitement, Grim jumped up into the air and caught it just in time. You eyed him curiously, but turned your attention elsewhere when Esme nudged your side teasingly.

"And besides," the green-eyed boy whispered playfully, "we get to spend time together, my sunlight."

A little chuckle escaped your lips when he shot you a flirtatious wink. "Ah yes—" you muttered while taking his outstretched hand, only for him to pull you closer. "How could I forget about that..." Your eyes fluttered close as the two of you leaned in for a kiss—

Only for Grim to jump between the two at the very last second. "(Y/n)— you need to see this!" your cat companion cried out and pushed the multitude of letters into your face. "Deuce accidentally threw a kettle at Ace, who now suffers from a concussion!"

A huff escaped your lips as you pushed the letters out of your face and to get a proper look at them. Yet, unlike Grim expected, you handed them right back to him and murmured a tired, "...let them be." Your voice held an annoyed twinge to it. "We'll deal with this once we're back."

Esme grinned to himself happily.

Grim, on the other hand, shook his head in frantic disagreement. The cat grabbed onto your frame and shook you back and forth. "What if Ace is dead by then?" he cried out in genuine concern for your idiot friends back at NRC. However, when he noticed the surprised look you shot him, he quickly regained his composure and coughed into his paw. "Not that I care about that idiot, or something..." As if to emphasise his lack of concern, he rolled his eyes.

You merely waved him off. "After all these things he's gone through, I'm sure he'll survive a concussion..."

Before Grim could protest in horror, Esme suddenly chimed in, "Oh! It's time for dinner—" A look of mischief flashed across his face. "I heard they're serving tuna salat." He eyed the cat from the side, making sure to not seem suspicious at all.

Grim's dim eyes immediately lit up at that. "Ace who? All I care about right now is that tuna salat!"

[lowkeyerror]

You Can't Save Everyone pt2

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy x Reader

Word Count: 2630

Warnings: None????

Summary: This is the part where you take Harley and Ivy on a lil date :)

Pt 1 Pt3

Masterlist

Never in your life had you wanted something to go as perfect as tonight. It was your big night. You were taking Ivy and Harley on a date.

Unlike your brother, you knew women very well. You didn't take every date to a boring 5-star restaurant because you found it to be disingenuous. Taking both Harley and Ivy's interests into consideration, dinner would definitely not be enough.

When you arrived at their hangout, you tried to prepare yourself. The most important thing was that you didn't come off as stiff. You weren't your brother, you had a personality. Showing it off would only do you well.

The nerves were there, how could they not be when you were going out with two of Gotham's most beautiful women?

You knocked on the door and waited for one of them to answer it. Harley was the one who pulled the door open. She was dressed casual, well casual for her. The color was still bright, and the sparkle was still there. She looked perfect.

" Well hello there Ms. Wayne, don't you look adorable"

A hard blush hit your face," Thanks Harley, you look amazing yourself"

You present her with a bouquet made of candy and the woman squeals," For me? I could get used to seeing a Wayne"

" Do I get one too, or did you forget about me?" Ivy appears behind the clown, looking effortlessly beautiful like she always does.

" I could never forget about you"

You hand Ivy a potted plant, which she skeptically examines," Is this a jade vine?"

" Yes it is"

Harley marvels at it," It's pretty"

" It's a very rare plant. The species is almost extinct," she looks up at you with admiration in her eyes," Thank you"

You shake your head," It's nothing, are the two of you ready?"

They nodded simultaneously, and you led them to the car. Obviously, you opened the door for both of them. Harley sat in the back while Ivy sat next to you.

" I'm surprised you don't have a driver," Ivy comments, and you see Harley nod in the mirror.

" That's more of a Bruce thing, I'm just a normal person. I can drive myself y'know"

Harley clicks her tongue," So Bruce Wayne is batman, never woulda thought"

You laugh," He's literally the only one in the city that could afford to do all of this"

" She has a point there. If you think about it, it's the only thing that makes sense," Ivy added.

You sigh," Ya, if he ever comes back, just don't tell him I told you"

" You don't know where he is?"

You shake your head," Not a fucking clue. One minute I'm headed far away from Gotham, the next I'm getting a call from Alfred saying Bruce is missing and Gotham needs a hero. Now I'm temporarily Batman"

" Where were you going?"

You shrug," I don't really know, just away from this city. Thankfully I didn't leave, or I would've never met the two of you"

You finish your sentence just as you pull up to your first stop," I thought we could start tonight with burgers and milkshakes, is that alright?"

" It's perfect," Harley speaks up.

" You aren't worried about being seen with us? I mean, the city knows you as the Y/n Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises. I'm Poison Ivy, and she's Harley Quinn, pretty notorious villains," Ivy states before you get out of the car.

" Don't care. Like you said, I'm Y/n Wayne. I do what I like regardless of public opinion, and tonight I want to go out with the notorious duo, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

You exit the car and open the door for them. All of you walk into the diner and the host seats you eagerly. Harley and Ivy sit on one side of the both, and you sit on the other. You order your food and drinks and talk in between the time it takes for them to arrive.

" I feel like I already know what you two like to so for fun, but tell me something I don't know"

" I have a PhD in Psychology"

" And I have a PhD in botanical biochemistry"

Your eyes widen a bit," You two went to college?"

Ivy rolls her eyes," Don't sound so shocked, Y/nn. We're well-educated women"

" It's not that, it's just I didn't get to go. So I'm a little jealous"

Harley gasps," You didn't go to college ! You're literally loaded."

You could see Ivy nudge Harley under the table and the clown immediately stopped talking," No, I didn't get the chance. Bruce's kind of ruined school for the both of us, after that we were homeschooled.

College wasn't ever really brought up, so I never went"

Harley frowns," It seems like whatever precedent that Bruce sets, you are bound to follow. Whether you're interested or not"

" Pretty much. He's older, he got to start his life with both of his parents in it. While Thomas Wayne was my father, I only ever remember meeting him once. Bruce gets the privileges and I get his leftovers"

Ivy scoffs," Sounds like a villain origin story if I've ever heard one"

" I love my brother, but I wish he knew what it meant to put himself in someone else's shoes."

Harley reaches her across the table to rest on yours," Bruce Wayne is filled with an unholy amount of childhood trauma. Especially knowing how he copes with it. Don't let his trauma become yours any more than it already has"

Before the conversation can go anywhere else, your food has arrived. You feel a lot of the patrons of the diner watching as you eat and casual talk with Ivy and Harley. It's honestly nothing new to any of you. Even when you aren't patrolling the streets, you're still Y/n Wayne. Ivy and Harley get looks everywhere they go, regardless of how minimal the task is.

" So PhDs to criminal masterminds. That's the pretty big jump"

Ivy laughs," You'd be surprised how little of a jump it actually is. I just care about the environment. It may be a little extreme, but have you seen the state of our city? It's literally one big toxic dump, and we need to change it.

" I'm sure you heard my story. Joker, acid, crazy clown. But seeing as I'm not associated with him any more I don't really think of myself as a bad guy per say. I just kind of do what I want," Harley dips a fry in her milkshake.

You liked that they were so free. You wished it could be the same for you.

" Both seem like pretty valid reasons to me"

Ivy raises a brow," Oh really? Is that why you never catch us?"

Harley giggles beside her," Ives! That may be a soft spot for our girl"

The tip of your ears were on fire after hearing Harley refer to you as their girl," I um- I've caught you guys before"

" But we always escape," Harley adds.

" Because I let you go"

Ivy calls your bluff," Bullshit"

You smirk," Really? Okay, tell me how many times you've gotten away with whatever it was that you were stealing vs. How many times you got away with nothing"

Harley and Ivy share a look," Well played, but why let us go?"

You make eye contact with both of them," Gee, I don't know. Why would I let you go? It's not like I'm interested in both of you or anything. It's not like we're on a date right now. Oh wait, it's exactly like that"

It was now their turn to blush.

" Well, when you put it like that it sounds logical," Ivy trailed off at the end of her sentence.

" So what's next on the agenda, cupcake?"

You smile," How comfortable are you with going to Wayne Manor?"

" Wow, at least take me out for di- oh, well I guess you did," Harley cuts herself off.

" What's at Wayne manor?" Ivy gazed into your eyes.

You match her intense stare," The best garden in Gotham," then you turn to Harley," And after that we're going rollerblading"

Harley squealed from across the table and clapped her hands together.

" It's the best of both worlds, Ives. There's no time to waste," Harley races out of the booth and subsequently the diner.

You place a hundred on the table and calmly exit the booth. You wait for Ivy to do the same. She grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as the two of you walked out of the diner.

Harley was already waiting for you in the car," How'd you get in without the key?"

She giggles," It's a little something I like to call criminal intelligence"

The drive to Wayne manor is filled with small talk. You tell them something about you, and they tell you something about them. The more you learned about the women, the more you could see yourself building a future with them.

" This might be a dumb question, but you two are together, right?"

Ivy shakes her head," It's not a dumb question. In fact, you aren't even the first to ask. No one's to sure if we're just really close friends or something more than that"

Harley scoots off of her seat and places a small peck on Ivy's lips," Ives is my better half. I don't know what I'd do without her"

Harley moves to scoot back into place, but Ivy pulls her in for another quick kiss," You're a sweetheart"

When you arrived at the manor, you took a little time to show them around the place before heading to the gardens.

You heard audible gasps come from both women as they laid eyes on the plants. You watched as Ivy gently caressed the leaves of the plants.

" She's taking such good care of you, isn't she?" Ivy sends you a soft look," I didn't know you cared about the plants"

" I care deeply about the environment. Gotham is one of the most toxic cities on the planet due to improper chemical dumping, among other things. In environments like that it's important to protect the vegetation because they're the only thing that can possibly heal the environment"

" How does that work with you working for a big company like Wayne Enterprises?"

You think for a moment," Well, it gives me a platform to voice my concerns and make active changes. They were harder to do with Bruce around, but now that it's just me, I've decreased our carbon footprint by about 6%. I definitely plan on doing more"

Harley sighs dreamily," You guys are so cute when you get all passionate about the plants"

You and Ivy share a quick glance before blushing simultaneously. Ivy shows you her favorite plants in the garden, and you show her yours. You both find some interesting plants that Harley likes too. Of course, the clown is a fan of the flowers that are pretty but deadly.

After exploring just about every plant in the garden. You decide it's time for the final stop on your date, the roller rink. Harley was overjoyed when you arrived, immediately heading toward the rink.

" Let's go slowpokes. Show me what you've got," Harley isn't paying any attention as she effortlessly glides on the skates.

Ivy turns to you," Can you skate?"

" Not like Harley, but I can hold my own. How about you?"

Ivy chuckles," Sure, as long as I have one hand on the rail at all times."

The woman almost loses her balance a few times as you approach the rink, but luckily you were there for her to lean on. As soon as your skates made contact with the slick floor, Ivy reached for the rail.

You stopped her by pulling her closer to you. Your hands rested on her hips, steadying her.

" Let me show you something real quick, it's not that hard, I promise. Just push off the left foot and then push off with the left. It creates an easy rhythm for you to follow"

" And if I can't do that?"

" Then I'm right here to catch you"

Your hands stay on Ivy's hips as you guide her for a couple of seconds. She seems to be doing just fine, so you let go of her hips.

Harley skates beside you," This is amazing, Y/n. Skate with me"

She takes a hold of your hand and bolts off. You struggle to keep up with the expert clown, and if not for her tight grip on your hand you surely would've fallen.

You had probably been around the rink 3 times before Ivy made her first lap. When she did, you and Harley were there to congratulate her.

" This means we're going skating more often," Harley told Ivy, placing a kiss on her cheek.

" I still can't keep up with whatever it is you're doing, Harley"

You add," I don't think anyone can"

Harley lets out a puff of air," Fine, I'll slow down for you amateurs"

She extends both of her hands and you each grab one. The three of you roll around the rink hand in hand in hand. Just laughing at the sheer amount of fun you're having. No one really knows how much time has gone by when you call it quits.

While you're on the way to drop the women off at home, they begin reminiscing about the time you've spent together.

" You know cupcake, you're nothing like we'd thought you would be," Harley says.

" Really?"

Ivy agrees," Yeah, after we found out that you were a Wayne. We kind of thought you'd be a little…"

" Snobby," you finish her sentence.

" Exactly, but you're not that at all. "

Harley finishes Ivy's thought," Which is a really good thing. You're funny"

" And cute"

" And smart"

" Chivalrous"

" Basically we're saying that we had a great time with you, and we'd like to do it again sometime. If you wanted," Harley elaborates.

You were slightly overwhelmed by their compliments, but there was still a bright smile on your face," I would love to do this again with you two"

You park the car and walk them to the door of their place. Before they say anything, you say the one thing you forgot throughout the night," Thank you, for saving my life yesterday. I would quite literally be dead without you"

Harley smiles," Well thank you for taking us out tonight, cupcake."

The goodbye part of any date is always a little awkward," So I guess I'll see you guys later then"

Ivy rolls her eyes," Where do you think you're going, baby bat?"

You stumble over your words, but they die in your throat as Ivy pulls you close into her.

" You thought you could leave without a kiss goodnight?"

Ivy slowly presses her lips against yours. When they connect, you feel yourself become weightless almost instantly. In reality, it was just a peck, but in your mind it felt like so much more.

You didn't even get a chance to recover when Harley's lips found yours. Unlike Ivy's kiss, it wasn't a peck. Harley had her hands on both sides of your face as she kissed you passionately. When she let you go, your lips were slightly swollen, but you weren't complaining.

“ Now you can go”

It takes a minute for your brain to unfry itself, so that it can tell your legs to start walking. You walk back to the car with a dopey smile on your face. You don’t pull off until you see that Harley and Ivy have both made it safely inside. This was a perfect night, and you could tell that it was only the first of many.

[krastbannert]

Hey! I’ve been reading your last chapters, and I love them!

That reminded me how much I love when you write Mai’s pov. So, I want your opinion on a HC I had recently!

I think Zuko is all sweet and cute toward Mai, with lots of pet names, and affection demonstrations. Mai has all this apathetic demeanor in front of others. So, how do you think she would react if Zuko acted all cheesy in front of the Gaang? Would she blush and feel ashamed? Would she keep her best emotionless face and come with some sarcastic retort?

I really can’t decide what reaction would “fit” her more. I’m sure she wouldn’t be mad with Zuko, but can’t imagine her just melting in in front of others.

Hey Nino! I'm sorry this took me so long to get to, but finally here. I'm glad you've been reading my stuff (☺️), and that they turned out well (especially that you liked the parts from Mai's POV - not gonna lie she's a very fun character to write)!

Anyways!

I feel like part of it depends, obviously, on how long she's known the Gaang (in a "not trying to beat the shit out of each other" context, I mean). At first, especially, she's just going to keep her thoughts and emotions to herself - plus it's funny for Mai to see Sokka try, and fail, to get her to break composure, anyways - and she just says something sarcastic back to him. I feel like she does this a lot in the first year or so after the war ends, because she's still getting used to everything.

But a few years later, after Zuko and Mai get back together (I headcanon that they do break up temporarily, just not for the reasons in the comics)? After she's had time to heal from, well, everything, and figure out who she is and who she wants to be, and she's spent time getting to actually know the Gaang? She's much more open. Not quite as cutesy and such as Zuko is, and I doubt she ever will be, but she definitely blushes - it's small, but it there's. She doesn't say anything to Zuko about it, but she definitely lights up anyone else who comments on it.

(Katara and Ty Lee never let her live it down. Sokka doesn't, either, but Mai still refuses to acknowledge him, just like she refuses to so much as crack a smile at his jokes, even though she thinks he's fucking hilarious.)

Either way, I don't think she'd be ashamed at all. She loves Zuko, even if he is an idiot sometimes. I kinda think, with that, she's actually pretty okay with PDA, at least around the Gaang, basically from the get-go. Just small things - holding hands, a hand on the shoulder, leaning subtly against Zuko, just small, subtle stuff like that. It's kinda reassuring, especially at first - she's never been the Gaang's friend before and she's not entirely sure how they'll take to her - but after a while, it just becomes...nice.

[system-of-a-feather]

how can you tell the difference between co-front/co-con and a temporary(?) fusion? mostly just curious

-💥🎮

Hmm like a lot of dissociative experiences, its kind of hard to put into words, but one of the "flags" so to say that makes them distinct is often a sense of separation and occasionally addressing / it feeling more natural to talk about both parts involved in third person despite it "definitely being you".

Like I'll use the example of the recent one that incited some of this talk, but Lucille and I were in the car (ignore my symptomatic ass forgetting we aren't literally two different people in a car) we were sitting in the car with our fiance listening to an organ performance of Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor and Fugue in G Minor and for those that don't know, Lucille is a part that is a mega pretentious classical music and somewhat music history nerd who really loves the piano; I'm a huge instrumental (leaning late romantic era, soundtrack music, and brass) nerd who really loves the organ

When we are co-front, which we were vaguely before we temporarily fused, there is a distinct feeling of "me and him", I'm right here and this is my line of thoughts and he is right there and there are his line of thoughts. We function and exist in parallel to eachother and my sense of self remains "here" and he is "there". I can clearly identify that this thought is obviously mine because of course it is, and I can hear he thought / comments as him because "hes right there". This is to the point where we actually have three way conversations with our fiance from time to time because we are both just here. Co-con is similar but just one part has the front and the other is "back there" rather than "right there sitting with me". This might be different for some since we actively and regularly co-front especially around our fiance, and Lucille and I are both some of the best connected parts in our system + also charted to fuse formally at some point when the time is right

However, when we opened our mouth to start a ramble / info dump on how Bach is absolutely amazing and rolling down on a ramble about Bach and Baroque music, we had to pause for a moment because as we started the ramble, we had lost track of who was speaking and whose opinion this was which was largely distinct from blurriness as whoever WAS speaking still felt like a whole and specific defined alter and there was very little of that confusing dissonant dissociative feel in compared to blurriness which often feels like a fog, feeling a bit lost / confused, and increased dissociation.

We took a second to pause and sort it out - since we like to keep track of that and were like "Well this is obviously coming from Lucille because no one else has this much knowledge on the history of Bach and Baroque music other than him plus I am talking in his dialect and partially his accent; but also >I< definitely am still speaking and Riku definitely doesn't disagree and... hmm, odd I guess I'm both right now" which is a result of the fact that I absolutely could not pull apart which was more prominent and both part's "wavelengths" melded together well and comfortably that whatever standard I was operating at was comfortably functioning as a single identity.

At that moment of time, we were neither just Lucille or Riku, but we were some weird state of "yes". It stuck around for the remainder or the point we wanted to make across and then like 10 minutes later before we ended up phasing back apart to Lucille and Riku respectively.

I'm not sure if that makes sense cause describing anything dissociative always is difficult with how much it feels kinda metaphysical but its really the lack of seperation between entities and often "Ah did I just talk about both parts in third person while talking about myself in first person huh, go figure - ANYWAYS About Bach..."

Hope that answered somewhat?

-Riku

[cmykayleena]

cf-sims is thinking about deleting her profiles because of you. How does that make you feel? What you and your clique did to her after you banned her unfairly from your server is absolutely terrible. What cause do you have to attack her so hard for? The ban wasn't enough for you? I've reported your twitter and tumblr, and I'm not going to stop until you realize how wrong you are and how much you hurt her. Fuck you!!!

This is getting quite ridiculous. First let me say that I have the right to ban anyone from my server as I see fit. Second I will say that I am a pretty fair person and only ban when I absolutely have to. THIRD - she wasn’t banned because we disagreed with her opinion; she was banned for bashing the server - which, might I add, is against the rules of the server. Let’s get deep into this, because I’m getting fucking sick of this shit and the hate messages I have received for my decision to ban her. (I apologize to everyone who follows me who doesn’t want to see drama on their dashboard. I’m not one for drama so it severely upsets me that I have to make this post. However, this will be the ONLY post I make on this subject.)

Read on if you want, and I ask anyone who does to make your own judgement on this, because I’m not here to sway anyone from one side to another but it’s clear that both sides of the story need to be brought to the surface.

Thursday afternoon is when CF-Sims was banned from S4MM. It started with a member asking for opinions on whether or not it was okay to share CC in a zip folder when uploading a sim for others to download. The consensus was no and afterwards CF added her opinion which was the opposite of the majority. Here are the screenshots:

So in the next screenshot CF derails the subject in what some believe to be an attempt to question my rules. They believe she was preparing to call me out for being a hypocrite when it comes to swearing. I swear on my Tumblr but I don’t allow excessive swearing in my server.

At this point I’m tired of the subject interrupting the main channel and people’s conversations so I shut it down (plus I’m at work during this time and can’t really pull myself away).

Some time passes and I’m shown a tweet that CF posted a few hours after I shut down the debate on creator TOUs vs EA’s TOUs on CC.

So, she calls me a hypocrite because I curse on my Tumblr all the time but don’t allow it in my server. But let me correct her perspective: I curse all the time on Tumblr (all the time outside of the computer) and don’t allow excessive cursing in my server. It’s a place for all ages, therefor cursing should be to a minimum if it’s used at all. So I banned her with this message:

Admittedly I let my frustration get the best of me, and so the ban reason resulted in me mimicking her post on Twitter. We’re all human, and none of us are perfect. After this I thought it would be done and over with, but my sassy ban caused her to go on a tirade of sorts. In the screenshot below you’ll see her next tweet and the responses from some of the mods.

So she gets a few more replies from some of my moderators telling her why she was truly banned and she proceeds with another tweet.

After a couple more responses she deletes her three tweets:

She continues on in her replies to her followers who commented on her tweets calling us rabid dogs, children, and hypocrites all while being a hypocrite herself. I’m being shown all these tweets at this point and just hoping it all blows over. Some people act out when they’re moderated, some don’t. It’s just what you have to expect when you run and/or moderate a Discord server, no matter the size.

I’m not Twitter savvy, so these next screenshots I share may be out of order, sorry for that. (I’m also not blacking out the names of other people - not to rope them in and get them involved - but because anyone can get on Twitter and see these replies. They’re all public.

Name calling and judgement I’m assuming is due to my ban message saying that other members are kind, respectful, and generally decent people. I mean, I’m not lying. 99% of the members in my server are great people! Of course there are going to be some bad eggs in the mix - it’s the internet, it’s inevitable. On to more screenshots.

Key points here: My mods are rabid dogs at this point. I apparently have a clique, and CF didn’t attack us for our views. Let’s pull up that original tweet.

And on we go.

In response to the reply at the top of the screenshot. Feel free to temporarily join my server and judge for yourself if it has a high school vibe. I basically have an open door policy. You don’t agree with something I do in my server, my mods, or how something is handled you can come to me and let me know and I will do everything I can to make sure we’re on equal ground. Now, in that last reply the controversial view is the thing she continues to ride out in this scenario. She thinks it’s fine to upload a zip file on all CC used on a sim or in a lot and share it while giving credit to the creator rather than just linking to all the CC. Kind of a shitty thing to do, but she’s got free speech and her actions and words speak for themselves.

She pretty much is petty at this point and going against the character I think SHE believes she has. At this point it’s pretty clear to me what her character is.

Yea.. she totally moved on. Here I am rolling my eyes very dramatically.

I don’t think I’ve ever given my true age - I’ve just said I’m an adult player. I’m 34, for the record. All my mods range from in their 20s to my age.

So she just goes on, responding to every person and repeating herself.

Are you looking at the timestamp of these tweets? Apparently she’s got plenty of time for this.

So Friday comes along and I decide to open Tumblr when I have some downtime at work.

At this point I’m getting pissed. Why? Because I let her have her little rant all over Twitter without getting involved. My moderators were amazing and stuck up for me without being asked - there really wasn’t a reason for me to get involved and continue this very petty and ridiculous drama. But here I am, with a hateful anon. So I turned off anon asks and deleted this one without replying.

So I take a look at CF’s Twitter and see this:

Now she’s truly spouting lies at this point because I literally told her that excessive cursing is not allowed while cursing isn’t prohibited. I mean, the proof is there in the screenshots! At this point she’s just… laying it on super thick and I’ve had it. I decide it’s time for me to get involved and set the record straight. If only it were that simple.

I don’t have many screenshots for this because I was focused on correcting her lies and even directly responding to people in her threads to make sure they see the truth and judge for themselves what’s right and what’s not. I retweet her deleted tweet first and respond with this. And from here I will leave you to do what the internet does best and dig as deep as you can and want to in these Twitter profiles.

Here’s mine, and here are my replies. A lot of my replies include screenshots of my rules to clarify the swearing and why she was banned without warning.Here are the replies to my ‘clique of rabid dogs’ that attacked her so aggressively before I finally started responding to her: 1, 2, 3, and 4.Here are CF-Sims’ replies.

Note that absolutely NONE of us harass her, none of us call her names, and none of us actually act like rabid dogs.Take this information and judge for yourself what you think is true and what’s not right. I’m not here to sway you one way or another, but to shed the PROPER light on the situation as a whole. 

This is my only post about this. Any anon hate will be deleted, any hate from alternate Tumblrs will be deleted. Yes I’m serious about a lawyer because I don’t put up with lies and slander. And yea… sorry I have to clog up your feeds with this bullshit drama.