Hey it's me minus ("ITS MINUS" everyone screamed and cheered)
I run @notsoyoung-neil and that swirly agereg shit made me uncomfortable. I'm not super open about my systemhood because duh, but I have OSDD-1B/DID (still confused about my amnesia levels), CPTSD, and a alter who's almost always regressed. That *rubs ur tummy* and infantilization of Neil was INSANE. as someone who regresses, it isn't some teehee omg cuuutttee >w< head canon. It's a therapy method to 1, cope with childhood trauma by experiencing a happy (pseudo)childhood - 2, a method to recover forgotten or buried memories someone may have suppressed as a child due to the trauma. Babying people (especially neuro divergent ppl) is lowkey creepy and highkey fucking weird. Doing that shit without explicit consent and trying to coax someone into agereg is weird.
Treating a fucking TUMBLR BLOG like it's a dead person is insane and fucking insensitive, not sorry. My best friend's dead and I don't think someone naturally ending off a storyline is in any way comparable to how I felt at my friend's funeral, or seeing his grave, or hearing about him dying, or ANY of that shit. It's fucking weird and parasocial.
And, hey! The spamming was fucking annoying. I felt so bad flooding the sp tag with swirlys mediocre roleplays, and even having that shit come to my MAIN ACCOUNT. which is obviously my main if you fucking looked. The spamming was overwhelming and annoying and it pissed me off constantly. Your character forced their way in my own set story, and caused me to quit my fucking blog entirely because you made me loose any semblance of love I had for this character I had spent so much time and ACTUAL MONEY on. I fell out of love with Neil (especially my portrayal) of him so quickly because of your weird shit. Making me reveal things too soon, and play up the persona I gave him just to get you to stop pretending he's a fucking infant.
This is mostly dedicated to swirly but Oreo too for some of it. I'd make a post but I have swirly blocked, and so I'm using egg to speak my truth
Hi im egg and i approve you speaking your truth
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parasomnia bonus content
a/n: this is an extra scene that I wrote to get out of my system and isn't totally "canon" with the main story, but I thought it was cute!
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“So, like,” Buttercup started, leaning on the hood of Bubbles car, enjoying her blue slushy from the gas station, “uh, ya know that new kid or whatever.”
Bubbles, who was close to finishing her own blue slushy, looked up with wide eyes and tilted her head in question, “Who?”
“You know, the new guy, uh, like the tall one? He’s in our lunch hour.”
“We have a new kid?” Bubbles asked as Blossom smiled, her teeth stained red, “Wait the guy who hangs out with those freshmen?”
“Yeah,” Buttercup nodded, playing with the straw of her slushy, trying not to make eye contact, “dark hair. Green eyes.”
“Wait, who?” Bubbles pouted, “Why don’t I know him!”
“You do,” Blossom snorted, rolling her eyes, “remember that freshman who had the meltdown in lunch two months ago? Long red hair? Won’t take the hat off? The one who jumped up on the table?”
“Oh yeah!” Bubbles nodded, “Poor lil’ guy. He was cranky.”
“The tall one who yanked him off the table, that’s the new kid she’s talking about.” Blossom explained, “Well, all three of them are new, but you get it.”
“Yeah,” Buttercup nodded, smiling, “Him—wait there’s three? Who’s the third?”
Blossom shrugged, “He’s like blond or something, I don’t really know.”
“Wait!” Bubbles snapped her fingers together, slamming her slushy down, “That really cute guy who like never talks! Mei and Rob have geometry with him.”
“Yes!” Buttercup pointed at Bubbles, “Him! His name’s Butch. He’s in my gym class!”
“Ugh, you’re so lucky! What’s he like?” Bubbles jumped up and down, and Buttercup’s cheeks warmed.
“I dunno. He’s just quiet, but he can run. We ran the mile today and he was only like half a field behind me by the time I finished.” She shrugged, and Bubbles cooed, “And he’s cuuutttee!”
“Why are you getting all blushy?” Blossom pointed out with a toothy smile, knocking her shoulder into Buttercup.
Buttercup covered her face with her hands, “I’m totally not.”
“You totally are!” Bubbles squealed, “Oh my gosh, dos’t my eyes deceive me? Does Buttercup-ith have a crush-ith?”
Buttercup groaned from behind her hands, slipping down the hood of the car, “Noooo.”
“She does!” Bubbles cheered and Blossom giggled.
“He’s literally all the other girls in gym talk about.” Buttercup mumbled, “They’ve just infected my mind!”
“Oh please,” Blossom snorted, “you always have a thing for the mysterious types.”
“And he’s athletic,” Bubbles giggled, “a mysterious jock. Totally your type.”
Buttercup was quiet behind her hands until an embarrassing giggle escaped her mouth, “Oh, shut up. Anyway, me and the new kid, like, made eye contact today.”
“Shut up.” Bubbles gasped, slapping Buttercup’s arm, “What kind of eye contact?”
“It was just eye contact!” Buttercup dropped her hands from her face, “It wasn’t anything big, but he’s never done that before with like anyone.”
“Oh my god.” Bubbles eyes went comically wide, “He loves you.”
“No.” Blossom rolled her eyes, “It was eye contact.”
“Okay, but maybe, right?” Buttercup ignored Blossom, “Like it could mean something?”
“You’ve never talked to him!” Blossom argued.
“Oh, it definitely means something.” Bubbles nodded quite seriously.
Blossom shook her head with a scoff, “You two are ridiculous.”
“You’ll understand when you’re older.” Buttercup patted Blossom on the head, who quickly slapped her hands away.
“Now you shut up!” Blossom pouted as Buttercup and Bubbles laughed, “That has nothing to do with anything.”
“You’ll go through puberty one day, Blossom. You’re just a late bloomer.” Bubbles teased.
Buttercup nodded, ribbing the red head, “Yeah, you’re going to really blossom, just give it another year or so.”
“Ugh, I hate you both.” Blossom sniffed, turning away.
“You love us!” Bubbles reached around and gave Bloss’s ponytail a playful tug.
“Okay, for real though,” Buttercup looked at her best friends seriously, “want to know the bad part?”
The smiles slipped off their faces.
“Bad part?” Blossom asked.
Bubbles sighed, “He has a girlfriend?”
“No.” Buttercup shook her head, “Worse. He’s friends with Mitch.”
There was a sympathetic groan from her friends.
“Mitch Mitchelson?” Blossom deadpanned, “I literally forgot about him. Eck, what does that say about Butch?”
“Mitch is so annoying,” Bubbles nodded, “and mean, and gross, and I—ugh Butch is totally less cute now. Definitely tainted by association.”
Buttercup took a long sip from her slushy, and then sighed with a shrug, “Yeah, it’s whatever. He probably doesn’t even know I exist anyway. Still, a nice face to look at, right?”
“Definitely!”
“Mm-hm!”
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