#and in the discord apparently someone sent a message from someone else that was to be private and the exposed one is quitting bc of it

[transgaysex]

the situation at my colleges gay club is getting worse <3

[parappaadventure2q-a]

READ: @alex-silli-art-corner

tw: suicide, abuse

I'll start this callout by saying that most evidence has been deleted long ago. There is no way to recover most of it, but if I have found any more, I'll add them to this post later. My friendship with him/how it ended.

It started in March of 2024.

Alex had been a member of a discord server, and had a tumblr account where he answered asks as Katy Kat. (Keep this in mind, as sometimes he will be shown as Katy Kat rather than Alex) He then asked for a vent channel to be created in the discord, where he would post frequently about how he was going to kill himself. (this is important later)

He started to DM me about him killing himself, so I started to support him. He would then message me about normal stuff, with him telling me he was suicidal every now and then. I talked with him, because every time I didn't talk to him, he would say i'm ignoring him on purpose.

Around that time, someone else in the server was banned for drawing CP of him and Alex. (both him and Alex were minors at the time.) Everyone in the server told Alex that this person was not a good influence on him, but he ignored us.

As it turns out, he did not cut off this person, (the name that's in blue) and kept being in a relationship with them.

This would continue for a long time. Alex would tell me he would kill himself, I would try to talk him out of it, and he would be fine the next day.

He said he had epilepsy, but those claims are unconfirmed as he has watched the Um Jammer Lammy cutscenes multiple times, which have flashing lights most of the time. If I remember correctly, he would use this to guilt us even more, with us not even being allowed to send any gifs. That would be understandable, if he didn't refuse to turn on Discord's accessibility feature that pauses gifs.

In his Katy Kat ask blog, he drew a lot of gore of Katy Kat. Some of these are deleted, but you can still find some on his account of Katy missing an eye, with bruises and bandages on her. I am not okay with gore, but I kept talking to him because he was suicidal.

All of my friends cut him off though, except for a stray few who I assume didn't know what he did.

When I cut him off:

About a month ago if I can remember, one of my friends showed me screenshots of Alex saying that one of his suicide attempts was a lie. He had apparently made a joke about him killing himself, and the two people there were telling him it wasn't funny and to not say that. This screenshot was taken a while back, and I didn't see the convo back then. Seeing this, I decided to cut off Alex entirely, because I couldn't trust if what anything he said was true. On top of that, I looked back at everything he'd done, and decided that I wasn't going to talk to him, ever again. He kept trying to contact me.

I noticed how guilt trippy all of his messages were. In fact, most of the time, he was guilt tripping all of us.

This is his last tumblr message to me before I blocked him.

He kept trying to contact me on other websites, such as Reddit.

I had sent him a message telling him he was in the wrong, and that we would never be friends again. This message was deleted, as he threatened to share it with one of my closest friends.

As for the IP address thing, I had posted this meme to Reddit and Tumblr using a fake copypasta that was a lot of information. It's a meme about leaking someones info, but all of this isn't real. It's taken from a copypasta website. In fact, it's this one.

Alex interpreted this as me posting his IP address publically, something I would never do, (yet as you read, it's something he would do to someone else.)

I did not, and will not post someone's IP address publicly. Yet he thought I posted his, even though it isn't hard to look at your own address, and compare it to this meme.

What caused me to make this post.

This happened just today. I was sent an ask clearly written by Alex containing my personal information to me.

Alex. If you're reading this, which I know you are. This wasn't okay. You're putting my life in danger. You're putting other's lives in danger. You're putting my family's life in danger. Why would I want to be friends with a guilt tripper?

Why would I want to be friends with someone who leaks other's information?

Why would I want to be friends with someone who draws gore of my favorite characters?

Why would I want to be friends with a liar?

None of this is okay. You were, and still are, the worst thing that's happened to me.

You don't deserve happiness.

I ask anyone who's been affected by him, to please speak up. Don't sit there in silence like you have all this time. I know he's done awful things to you. Please, if you can, tell me what he's done to you. Nobody should have to go through what he's put me through, and I'm sure that he's done something similar to you.

Sorry for being a bit rude to him in this post, but I don't care.

[player1064]

accidentally outing themselves on live tv? dunno how or if anyone else at sky knows but it’s something they’d do providing some images from the carraville discord that we were talking about yesterday

god they WOULD end up accidentally outing themselves bc they already can't keep their hands to themselves imagine how much worse they would be.......... I shudder to think............

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“I’m here pitchside with Gary Neville –“

“—Carragher were meant to be joinin’ us, but he’s late getting up from London.”

“Yes, quite. I’m sure he’ll be arriving soon. In the meantime – Gary, what are your thoughts on United’s starting line-up tonight?”

*

Gary is nodding along to something Kelly is saying when his attention suddenly shifts to something off camera. He rolls his eyes as Jamie comes crashing in, bag slid halfway down his shoulders, seemingly unaware of the producer holding his earpiece who’s trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, love,” he says as he hurries up to Gary, immediately stepping into his personal space. He ducks his head down to press their lips together in a quick greeting before he continues, “there was a crash on the M6 or summat, a whole section of the road was closed off. Bloody nightmare, I’m tellin’ ya.”

As he talks, he doesn’t seem to notice Gary’s wide eyed stare, the blush rising in his cheeks, or Kelly clamping a hand to her mouth while her shoulders shake in laughter.

Gary tries his best to compose himself and turns to the camera with an expression caught between terror and amusement, and he says “well, now that Jamie’s very kindly provided us all with a traffic update I think it’s time for us to hear from our colleagues in the studio.” When the light of the camera turns off, he reaches out to give Jamie a slap round the back of the head and hisses “live television, James, how many years’ve you been doin’ this again?”

“Wha?” Jamie looks over, already surrounded by a small hoard of tech people and a make-up artists trying to get him camera ready as quickly as they can.

“Oh my God,” Gary mutters, pinching his brow. “Jamie, you dolt, you just kissed me in front of our live audience of what – a million people?”

“I never,” Jamie says with an offended glare, far too confident for someone who definitely fucking did.

“Oh my God,” Gary repeats. “You don’t believe me? Check your fucking phone.”

*

“You don’t even get Sky Sports in America, Philip, how have you already seen it?”

“Tray sent it to me, it’s all over Twitter.”

“Oh, well that’s just great then in’t it?” Gary huffs. At Jamie’s questioning look, he repeats “it’s all over Twitter, apparently.”

For a moment Jamie looks almost proud that he’s a trending topic, but he shuts his expression down when he sees Gary’s glare and turns back to his own phone call (“no, Ma, I –”)

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me, Gaz,” Philip whines down the phone. “I tell you everythin’”

“An’ I keep askin’ you not to tell me everythin’! Isn’t a man entitled to a little privacy?”

*

Group: STF Gang NO PARENTS > Jill: who had money on it being Jamie cos I’m pretty sure I’d said Gary > Roy: I think we all said Gary > Ian: statistically it was most likely to be Gary. > Ian: but Roy said it’d be while they’re covering a match so I think he wins it > Jill: :(((

*

(24 new messages)

Stevie G: > you’re trending on twitter what have you done now > NEVIlLE??? Carra have some self respect

J Redknapp: > you melt 😂 > everyone in the studio is running around panicking rn

MO: > did everyone know except me?? > you’re shite at texting I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend > I didn’t even know you liked men? > Gaz is nice though we should all go for drinks sometime

*

(57 new messages)

Scholesy: > twat why didnt u tell me > u was moaning about him just last week

Philip MU mob: > you hung up before I could say but proud of you Gaz!

Roy Keane MU mob: > does this mean we’re allowed to tease you two about it on camera now > here if you need anything > [image: a blurry, blank-faced selfie with a thumbs up]

BIG MEEKS: > you could do better 🙄😉

[theredtours]

Pls spill the tea this is my new niche rabbit hole of knowledge

Anonymous: GIVE ME THE DETAILS BESTIE

Okay, so here's how it all went down, below the cut, because it's a lot:

A couple weeks ago, someone (assuming hiloy, as they're like the main character for the rest of this stuff) had played both All of the Girls and Need over a discord call. A sneaky second person then recorded said discord call and leaked bits of the songs to Twitter.

Cue the insanity. The leaks sent some people into a blind fury trying to find the rest of the song, while also simultaneously upsetting those who had been vaulting it. One such vaulter was, as previously mentioned, hiloy. They then took to a site for leaks and started trying to get a sale going.

Initially, they were trying to get an individual person to buy, but when the price was too astronomical, and after several days of back and forth, hiloy finally settled on allowing a group buy to happen. Now, I've never been part of a group buy before, so naturally, when I was sent a link to the discord server where it was all happening, I was intrigued. Here was my first glimpse at how the trading/selling world works. To stay in the server, everyone had to donate at least $5. The set goal was $2600, and that was going to purchase both "All of the Girls" and "Drama Queen."

Easy peasy, I thought. Man, I was wrong. The server blew up almost immediately, with people threatening the seller, demanding they leak other songs or get reported. Within a matter of hours, people had donated over $1k, and with that, hiloy leaked a small snippet of "Forever Winter," as a treat. Then, the server got nuked.

Thankfully, they had a backup. As soon as the back up was, well, back up, everyone was re-invited and the madness continued. In the middle of it all, "Forever Winter" leaked. While it wasn't true that it was hiloy who had leaked it, the person who did so did it under that name, so HUNDREDS of people flocked to the server to donate. The rest of us just ran with it, saying things like, "Yeah, they leaked it to prove that they have the goods." Was it dishonest? Yeah. But did it work?

Well, we hit the goal within I think like, 10-ish hours? So I'd say so. Everyone was cheering and partying it up in the group chat and then... right afterward, the server was nuked again. And so was the backup. And the backup backup. I then took to the leak site, and tried to get re-entry. I even messaged hiloy on twitter. Everyone just told me to wait for the leak. So overall, I was not impressed and felt pretty scammed. In all honesty though, I felt worse for the big donators. Someone had dropped almost $300 and then lost all access.

Fast forward to today, after a few days' silence (which I am told is pretty normal; transactions apparently usually get converted from funds to crypto), they just... Showed up on the leaks site. But the problem was, "All of the Girls" was not HQ, like it was promised. The backlash was almost immediate, with people calling out hiloy left and right for misinforming the server and trying to scam everyone out of their money. Hiloy then had the nerve to turn around and tell some of the donators that they should be grateful to have even received what they did.

And then all hell broke loose, again. See, the part I didn't tell you was that, provided all went well with this first group buy, hiloy was going to be selling off "Need" and "This is What You Came For (Demo)" to another group buy next. I guess this really unnerved someone else who had them, because basically right afterward, we got the second leak out of nowhere. My best guess was that they leaked "Need" and "TIWYCF" to keep hiloy from being able to make any more profit off those who just want the songs.

I'm sure I missed some of the drama, but that's honestly like the shortest summary I could give of it. It was absolute chaos. Wouldn't have missed it for the world, though.

[omar-writes-stuff]

The Dr.Raspberry puzzle 🧩

Hello, it’s ya boy Omar, and as some of you may know I’ve been recently pulled back into the fandom by some of my moots from Twitt due to an insane, wild and incredible lore involving a writer I used to be obsessed with a few years back.

The following message is an ask I’ve sent RandomnessUnlimited, who i apologize since I do not know them personally but is supposedly the only person everyone mentioned to me from the doc that knows more about any of us regarding Dr.raspberry (?).

*** hi. Omar again 🌿 I was wondering, are you going to go into extreme detail and explain every single evidence of the Doc about Dr.Raspberry in your defense doc? Because now I'm getting really REALLY invested.

Ok so Dr.Raspberry joined on A03 in 2020 and immediately got to write Kaeloo bdsm porn at the age of 11. Then also made a Tumblr at the age of 11 in 2020 (even tho its against tumblr rules and verification methods) and the acc. stayed inactive for four years. Then after the drama started their first posts immediately started being all centered towards reblogging your copy pasted theories and announcements. Then they claimed that they knew the original creator of the Kaeloo server even tho you just said they were never in Stm and the creator themselves said they don't remember any 11 year olds (so someone must've told them, and who else knew of the OG creator aside from you?). Then they started defending you in every single post saying that they knew you and that they had "great experiences" with you and that you're a trustworthy and kind person. Then they made a huge announcement named "Attention Kaeloo fans" going into extreme and articulated detail about the "kretty fans" and to not engage with them even tho they were not even in the server but some friends simply kept them updated with everything (for absolutely no reason I guess? Plus why involve this poor random underage fan in private discord drama? Who was even texting this person and why???). Then their post blew up and got reblogged by you and all your friends (therefore you all agreed with this supposed 15 years old that popped out of nowhere and wasn't even involved in the server?). Then the doc came out and BAM, they're gone forever again (strange, I know). And now you're saying that you think it was a fake profile all along and that you don't know them??? After all the positive things they said about you and all the supposed "friends who kept them updated with the drama"? Now you think Dr.Raspberry is one of Jay's friends?? Just ask your sever members which one of them was it that kept Raspberry updated and involved them in the first place! Unless it was you that is…

Now here are the only two plausible options:

Raspberry was a poor elementary child deeply traumatized by pornography and that wandered through the fandom by themselves for years minding their own business until one day one of you guys from Stm approached them (fucking weird) and involved them into this crazy drama for apparently NO reason and told them every. single. detail. bout the story and always kept them updated and even exploited them by having them defend you all the time and write a huge warning paragraph about looking out for Kaetty fans and having to use IPs while it should've been YOUR responsibility as the ADULT and SERVER owner to take care of it (and possibly prevent this 15 years old to be dragged in this hell by god knows who for absolutely no reason, again, they were not part of Stm so why the hell were they even fighting so hard to protect the members and most of all, YOU). Way to go to exploit a child I guess

Raspberry was just a fake account made by a random adult who wanted to write Kaeloo porn. But then if that were the case then it would imply that they were friends with you and other members of the server who kept them updated with EVERYTHING all the time and even collaborated together to warn fans about the kretty chaos and hoe to change IPs. And you never denied any of their comments defending you or involving you. Result: you were actively friends with an adult who wrote extreme fetish Kaeloo porn for years. Or maybe it was just you all along, we don’t know.

The questions remain: who approached this person first? And why? Who kept them updated with every single detail of the drama that happened and WHY? If they were really a child not involved in the server, why put such massive responsability on their shoulders to warn fans and telling them to use fake IPs if the drama never even involved them to begin with and they didn't know all the members? Why didn't YOU do it since it was your responsibility as the owner and as an adult? And if you truly suspected it was an adult hiding behind a fake account since the beginning then why did you never publicly call them out for their porn? Why did you keep them around for so long and have them be friends with your server members (also minors)???

Can't wait to see the end result! I'm sure it's gonna be amazing, I've never been so invested in something so much before, it's very interesting ^^***

But of course, my question was deleted and left unanswered by Unlimited and i got called a “troll” for simply asking (wtf brother lol). My point is NOT to send hate or discrimination. I do NOT care about porn artists or writers, I do not care about who likes it or not, and I certainly don’t care about this fandom ever since the pandemic ended. All my autistic ass cares about is getting to the bottom of Dr.Raspberry’s identity, a cool writer that I really liked back in the day.

Now I’m sure if Unlimited is innocent and has nothing to hide they’ll have absolutely no problem in addressing all of this and answer all my questions in their “defense pages” (?). 🌿 However the answer to this dilemma is actually quite simple and easy to resolve: whoever originally approached Dr.Raspberry (supposedly a child) in the first place and decided to pull them into this drama (again, for absolutely no reason) should simply come forward and share screenshots proof of their chats or at least how they first met). If it’s true that Dr.Raspberry has been updated on every single specific and accurate detail about the server and the drama, about the original server creator (who’s name I don’t fucking remember, sorry) and even Unlimited’s personality and behavior by “some friends” (to the point of defending them in every single argument) then there should be absolutely no problem in finding those chats and sending even just one screenshot as proof.

This isn’t a good position for Unlimited, and anyone who has at least 5% of brain could easily tell that it just sounds like it was them all along, but again, it shouldn’t be right for me to point fingers unless I have even more solid proof, right?

So STM members: whoever of you has been in contact with Dr.Raspberry personally or has been updating them with the entire drama lore for the past month or has made them write warning posts and telling them about IPs (mind you, this is a 15 years old we’re talking about), please come forward and share proof of even one of your chats or how you originally met, to prove Unlimited’s innocence and and to prove that (supposedly) they are NOT the same person. Thank you all 🌿

PS. Shoutout to Dolls from Twitter and all the homies who managed to find me the lost bdsm fic on an Ao3 lost archive site. I have the pdf folder and in case anyone needs proof of the adult-like writing and I can easily link it in bio or share here (hiding it from the tag ofc).

⚠️ I do not believe in bullying, harassing, threatening and discriminating. Anyone who dares insult Unlimited or my friends from Twitter or the creators of the doc will be blocked instantly. I’m just a dude asking questions out of curiosity, if you believe my well-justified interest counts as a form of “trolling” or “harassment” then you’re definitely hiding something or are part of the problem. I do not hate against nsfw writers or artists, I do not reinforce the idea of shaming strangers online or judging others for their actions or beliefs. I just ask for somebody to shed light on this dilemma and help me find the real identity of a writer I used to look up to. Be free and have fun, Mashallah, goodbye ⚠️

[ariaste]

hello ! Just read your theory doc and I absolutely Loved it 😁 I think it makes sm sense !!! And I was wondering what are ur thoughts on the coffee theory going around? I was having thoughts about it but apparently a cup of coffee has been shown in the intro multiple times so maybe it's not that far off??? Idk ! Would love to hear ur thoughts though, have a lovely day !

people keep mentioning the coffee theory and I actually have no idea what they're talking about because since Good Omens S2 came out, I have been:

Binge watching Good Omens (~6 hours, 8pm-2am, 7/27 aka release day)

Yelling about Good Omens on Discord (~1 hours, 2am-3am)

Sleeping (~6 hours, 3am-9am)

Yelling about Good Omens on Discord (~8 hours, 9am-5pm, 7/28)

Having an epiphany (~0.5 hours, 5pm-5:30pm)

Rewatching Good Omens, very slowly, while taking notes and pausing to yell about things (~8 hours, 5:30pm-1:30am)

Sleeping (~7 hours, 1:30am-8:30am)

Continuing to rewatch Good Omens, very slowly, see above (7.5 hours, 8:30-4pm, 7/29)

Writing my Theory essay (9 hours, 4pm-1am)

Sleeping (6hours, 2am-8am)

Writing my Theory essay (7 hours, 8am-3pm, 7/30)

Revising, formatting, and posting my Theory essay (4 hours, 3pm-7pm)

Feverishly reading comments on my tumblr post of the Theory essay (9 hours, 7pm-4am)

Sleeping (~5 hours, 4am-9am, 7/31 aka today)

Being sort of lightheaded and catatonic at the wall (5.5 hours, 9am-2:30pm which is right now as i answer this ask)

And yes that's LITERALLY my whole schedule since release day. So as u can see i have uhhhh not really had time to do anything else 😂 Like read other people's theories 😂 what is the coffee theory. can someone link me to it please. thank u i love u

(all times taken from timestamps of messages I sent on discord, so they're. uh. astonishingly accurate. Lunch and dinner were eaten at my computer. No, i have not showered yet. :| This was an ADHD Hyperfocus Event aaaaaand it's not actually all that healthy to do! This is not aspirational! Yes, it's pretty cool to be able to slam through something that fast, but at what cost!!!! Practice better self-care than this!!!!!!)

[x3rrorx]

Look, I’m not gonna keep doing this stupid ass shit cause these mentally ill grown ass adults have fucking problems… So here is your official message.

Carolina,

You made a new Twitter and someone sent it to me so I blocked you. You tweeted that I had found your new twitter and stalked you and whatever else you said. Why it was such an issue that I blocked you in beyond me.

So answer me this Carol…. Because I blocked you… how did you know? Unless you tried to go to my page and noticed you couldn’t see shit.

Babe, you had like 3 tweets and I blocked you. I told my private group si they could do the same.

I didn’t publicly talk about your Twitter. I didn’t say anything about it or you outside of my private fucking circle, that “apparently” you have a spy in… so truly what was your issue with me knowing about your account if all I did was block it? How would you have even known if YOU weren’t the one trying to snoop my shit? Huh. 🤔

You then claim that you made the new Twitter so that you didn’t have to be private anymore and be away from me and my group…. Okay so why was it an issue that I blocked you then? Why wouldn’t you just block me and my group of people first before we even knew?

Also if that’s the case, why are you non stop tweeting about me and indirectly at me… 🤔 you sure seem to not know how to keep your story straight girly.

You also somehow took what I said as a threat because that’s what y’all do best. Anything to be a victim. 🥺 poor babies. It wasn’t a fucking threat dude, it was a statement that you guys just keep making account after account and there’s always someone who tells me so that I’m able to fucking block. Like your IG you made the other month… I was well aware of it. You didn’t see me talking about it. But girl you do you, you want to take it as a threat for your little police report that’s never been sent to me… you do you babe.

“I don't have to hide and isolate myself to avoid upsetting grown women with an unhealthy obsession with someone I had an involvement with.”… yeah… we are the ones with an unhealthy obsession with your ex… that’s why you became friends with some of his fans and made a tumblr and discord to talk about your life with him and you are now besties with someone who is in love with your ex… yeah you’re right. We’re the ones with the unhealthy obsession. 🥴

You then tweet saying you have someone in my close friend group that sends you screenshots. So… again, contradicting to what you said before about how you wanted out of all this drama and yatta yatta whatever else bullshit you’ve tweeted.

So you don’t want the drama but have sent someone to squeeze their way into my friend group and play friendly… but you aren’t the issue? Why would you need someone in my server or my friend group if you wanted it all to be done and out of it all?

Please make fucking sense once in your life.🥴

Juli,

I blocked Carolina and then I get send her tweet bothered about it… so how am I bothering you guys when it was Carolina who even made it an issue. So fucking what that I blocked her? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GUY WANT ME TO DO.

How do you not see you guys are the ones who started this? So mad cause I knew about your public fucking social media Twitter account and that I blocked her… what do you want. Truly. Cause I didn’t cause this fucking issue. Who fucking cares that I blocked Carolina. 🥴 what the absolute fuck dude.

You also didn’t “try” anything. You messaged me treating to sue and then said you wanted to talk like adults 😂

Momo here is your little call out,

The last time you messaged me you said you haven’t talked about me and that I just keep randomly bringing you up… yet I see that you’re STILL talking about me on your Twitter.

Maybe if you didn’t want to be dragged back up then keep your fucking mouth shut. You are all so mentally fucking stupid and it’s so apparent to EVERYONE.

You’re all hypocritical lying cvnts and that’s truly all you guys have been since the beginning. As always, I provide the fucking receipts. Where are yours?

You’re still insulting and trying to laugh at and insult me. It’s hilarious to me that the most messed up and mentally unstable people are the ones throwing those shots. Stop deflecting your issues onto others. You guys sure love to talk about my mother too. Is that also issues you guys have and are deflecting into me? Do y’all not having loving mommies? Maybe start fixing your own issues rather than deflecting them into me 😂

So… all in all,

If you all truly wanna be done, let’s be fucking done. All of you. You want your private Twitter away from my group of people then that’s yours to have. Block everyone on my list. Get out of my fucking servers. Get out of my friend group. Stop being fucking weird ass cvnts. You want shit to stop then why put someone in MY discord server? I promise you, everyone is seeing that you are the issue and getting more and more fed up. You maybe have your little group but there’s more people fed up with you and all of this than there are people on your side. Grow the fuck up. You’re all hitting fucking 30 acting like high school bullies and it’s truly fucking sad.

Block me cause I’ll be officially block you all.

(I never cared that y’all saw my shit cause that’s just y’all waiting your own time)

Block my list of friends and you won’t have to deal with them either.

Don’t talk shit about me I won’t have shit to talk about regarding you.

[proendovents]

I used to have a... well, I say friend, but I mean that really tentatively. like, we had a qpr at some point i think? idk. anyways, the only relevant thing here is that we're not friends anymore.

So, I've known for a while now (2+ months) that this ex-friend is plural. And I mean, I felt safe talking to them about things. I mentioned how I thought there might be a chance that I'm plural (not what this is about though. that's its own thing) a few times. idk why, but I never once brought up my tulpas (bc I don't personally include tulpas as part of my potential plurality. if u do tho, go off ig). Ig my gut was telling me I wasn't totally safe with them.

Anyways. Few weeks back, I found out they were anti-endo through overhearing a conversation they were having with someone else about the topic. So, as soon as I safely could, I sent them an anon ask on their Tumblr telling them exactly why I was blocking them everywhere. Discord? Blocked. Tumblr? Blocked. If I find them anywhere else ever? Blocked.

And, like, it sucked, knowing I had just dropped someone I thought would understand, someone I thought was my friend, but it really wasn't all that bad. But I thought that would be the end of it. I block them everywhere and make active moves to avoid them and any interaction with them.

No.

This person messages one of our mutual plural friends (who I'm pretty sure is proendo or endoneutral) at around 10 pm, which is the time that mutual friend goes to bed. So yk, disturbing the sleep of someone you say is your friend and possibly fucking up their meds? Not cool. And they used that friend as a middleman to tell me they wanted to talk. I asked the friend to (as politely as I could considering how reasonably mad and upset I was) tell them that I will be maintaining the boundaries we've both set up and I will not be breaking that boundary now.

And you'd think "oh, ok Anon. what that person did was rlly shitty of them, it's totally fair that you're upset and feel the need to vent. have you gotten it all out of your system?" wouldn't you? Well that's where you're wrong again! This person messages my ex-girlfriend (who is still one of my closest friends btw. love u lots lulu. hope u never see this ever) to get to me! Like, messaging one person in an attempt to get around a block is just petty and pathetic. Messaging two people to get around the block after already being told that the person you're trying to contact does not want to speak to you ever again is just plain selfish and cruel. I know damn well if she'd been the one doing the blocking, she wouldn't appreciate it if I had done that. God, the lack of respect for others.

And they apologised. apparently. I don't believe for a second that it's sincere because I have trust issues, they've already betrayed my trust, and I know my bestie well enough to know that she scolded them until she got an apology for me. Here's the word for word quote from my bestie's DMs where she relays news of that "apology" I received: she says "she's sorry and she'll leave you alone"

I just wish I didn't have to cut them off. They were nice otherwise, but I'm very proendo while they were very much the opposite. I kinda wonder how they'd feel if they knew that part of my suspicion of my own plurality is endogenic.

:( I’m so sorry anon

[voiddemon]

New post. Sorry I'm still going on about this. Heres the drama everyone's been vagueing about.

TLDR: Opal is still talked about NSFW stuff with minors present, but whoever the fuck Mtthrw is needs to come out. The original doc was taken down by Google.

Opal Owl Flight, in a server made by Blue Jester, started a "magolor cult" which devolved into talking about and posting NSFW stuff about Magolor. In this chat Minors could freely access it as well as interact with it. Opal also interacted with some of them, and encouraged a minor who was drawing (what is implied to be in the google doc) NSFW art of Magolor. Honestly while some of the worst stuff in this doc isn't set in stone, theres a lot of shit that just shouldn't have happened. Basically ERPing with someone else in a public chat and talking about kinks in front of children is beyond irresponsible. Opal also answered suggestive asks on their blog from minors without properly checking their ages. When they made their new blog it was easy to find and not password protected/hidden from searches in any way, which credit to Opal was fixed. Blue Jester did try to reign stuff in their server in at first, but eventually just decided to let it keep happening and engage with it mildly. From what I've seen, neither are denying that what happened in the discord server is true. I still do have access to screenshots, but I wont be sharing them unless someone needs them. And if I do names will be scrubbed.

Opal hasn't taken public responsibility yet for their actions. I don't think Opal was intentionally trying to groom people, but talking about and sharing NSFW content with minors present isn't ok. Blue Jester hasn't taken responsibility for not stopping this behavior in their server. As the owner of it they're somewhat responsible for what goes on, and protecting the users of it.

We know all of this because Mtthrw made a big 242 page long google doc calling all of this out. Posting screenshots without the name of any minor censored or anything. This document got sent to Deafeninggardner through, apparently, just an anon, and they started to spread this around. Currently, it is taken down, by Google. Likely through a request made by someone.

I know this is the case as I deleted a doc of mine, and this message didn't show up. Honestly good on whoever reported this and got it taken down so fast.

In this doc the author makes comments like "^ i have the feeling that in some of these screenshots there were people deleting their messages after saying reprehensible things". Every screenshot was also taken- at the earliest- one week in advance. The Mtthrw blog itself has only had activity since this Tuesday, so this was a long time coming. Some stuff in this document was taken out of context. No channel names are posted, it's not clarified if images are spoiled. Nothing. They also threw a wide net of guilt over people barely involved or unknowledgeable on the situation, which is complete bullshit.

If everyone I've spoken to is being honest, they're all incredibly irresponsible for spreading this doc around in Dms to people. Whoever is behind this is either a bit of a malicious actor or didn't think about their actions in the slightest and how it would affect people who are victims here. I'm personally at fault for jumping the gun. I'm disappointed in everyone who stirred the pot but didn't spill. Especially since those who stirred the pot had loud voices in this community but stayed silent.

If anyone needs any info or has anything to share, message me on tumblr. I'll be up in the morning.

[teslapenguini]

No one asked but I’m telling you all about a funky little au idea thing i had for empires

in summary though: false is basically a sentient windup toy cause aesthetic go brrrr

ok time to copy paste the hasty message i sent one of my friends on discord

false basically being like,, a clockwork robot sorta thing? like she's basically a sentient, human-passing windup toy made by a Quirky Inventor back in her home dimension (that's why she's so comfortable around steampunk/clockwork things, they remind her of home) she very much has a windup key which is her main source of power, though either just before she worldhopped or in the in-between bit of being in her home and arriving on empires said key was removed from her back and lost. not even false herself has any idea that this key even existed or that she's anything other than human (the others just havent noticed anything off and false doesn't know that not needing to eat or sleep or anything like that isn't a normal human thing) eventually though, false (and after a bit, the others as well) notices she's getting more sluggish, she's having a harder time thinking, all that jazz. this sorta comes to a head when sausage or someone goes to her place and finds her just slumped over her desk, unresponsive, eyes wide open yet void or any life. naturally, everyone starts to panic a bit at this, cause yknow their friend is seemingly kinda dead, but at the same time they get the strange feeling that she just needs something and she'll be back, but no one can figure out what. eventually though, through some method or another, the others see false's back without the shirt covering it (maybe they notice her shirt seems to be sinking into her back a bit and get curious? idk) and that's when they see the big ol hole in her back and also that, oh shit, their friend is apparently made of copper and brass??? and someone (probably scott or pix) suggests the wind-up key angle of things and everyone else just kinda goes sure why not cause they don't have any better ideas and they make her a new key out of a bunch of stuff they all contribute and it's really cute and it works and yeah

[thefirstknife]

your friends literally called fluxphage a zionist just because they're israeli, probably should make one of your callouts about that

This is really bizarre. These are not sources. If you want to claim that someone is sending antisemitic harassment, you will have to send me proof. Like, solid proof. I need to see a post, ask, discord message, private dm or SOMETHING substantial that shows the name of these people attached to antisemitic harassment. You cannot just CLAIM that they did it.

I posted the second ask as a screenshot and blocked out the name of the person because they asked me to do so because they were actually harassed over this and sent public death threats. For which I do have proof and I will provide it below.

I don't know Chuddy and have never spoken to them and I don't know what's their tumblr url, but I asked my other friends and they told me Chuddy is Jewish. So it's absolutely not my place to talk about the nuances of this interaction, especially since I don't know either person.

Faggocd is also Jewish. And falconschase is engaged to a Jewish person. So idk, if you want to claim that 2 Jewish people and another that is literally family with a Jewish person are sending antisemitic harassment.... You will have to bring some solid evidence. Otherwise it's incredibly grim to say that.

Misgendering seems to be an accident. I can't find where they were misgendered, but from what I've been told, both chuddy and faggocd have simply not checked the pronouns. Faggocd said he visited the blog once, to block Flux and that's it. There's a difference between malicious misgendering and a mistake.

Surely Fluxphage knows this because they did it to me literally right now:

"Their" buddies? My pronouns are she/her.

As an extra nitpicky sidenote, I don't go by "Bell." I go by "Bel."

I won't hold this against them because it's an easy mistake to make, but I was also just misgendered and had my name misspelled. I don't think it's malicious. I would ask Flux to employ the same standards to other people.

[Omitted the bits about zionism because it was overall apparently a misunderstanding and a mistake on part of Flux for not vetting people they reblogged from.]

This is literally not something I can or should comment on, it's just something that Jewish friends have told me as the reason for why they dislike Flux. There are other reasons that I also can't really speak about because I am not transmasc and it revolves around transmasc issues that these people (who are transmasc) disagree on with Flux. This is not my fight nor have I ever been engaged in it nor do I know any of the details.

The following is the only post made by falconschase that mentions Flux and it had the name written in this way to prevent Flux from seeing negative stuff about them in tags or search:

The other post from the person whose name I redacted is this:

I'm sorry, but this is not antisemitic harassment? It's literally just a note for mutuals to block someone. You don't know why. Maybe because they hate their tumblr theme. Nobody owes anyone an explanation about why they unfollowed or blocked someone. It is literally a one sentence post aimed at mutuals.

If there is something else that I am not aware of, you will, again, have to give me proof. Otherwise it's incredibly shitty to jump to conclusions and say that Jewish people and people with Jewish family are sending antisemitic harassment. Especially that they're sending antisemitic harassment because... of these posts? Is that what this is referring to?

I do have proof of harassment against the user whose name I blocked because they were incredibly upset and distressed over logging onto tumblr and seeing several posts mentioning them with violent threats involved. This is by Flux' friend, Unsaelig who was mentioned in the ask I am bringing this up only because she was mentioned and because we're talking about supposed harassment sent by redacted, when this is the sort of shit redacted was being bombarded with at the time:

This is over redacted making a post that said "block Flux and Unsaelig" which had 3 notes.

This person wants to avoid further harassment and further threats like these being made. This is gross behaviour. As of now, no one that I know has ever engaged with this further because nobody wants to be the next subject of threats of violence.

Are we going to talk about this harassment? The person most of these were about asked not to engage and not to make any drama so we stayed silent and hoped it would go away. We don't want anything to do with either of the people involved. Nobody did anything to them besides said "block them" to their mutuals. I don't know how antisemitic harassment plays into this or how it was connected to this. Flux being Jewish was never mentioned and it wasn't referenced in any way.

Some of these posts included transphobia directed to two transmasc people who were being harassed:

You do know this is transphobic? My transmasc friends were quite upset by a barrage of this crap while they were being actively tagged in those posts.

Calling transmasc people "he/they shaky repulsive purse-dogs" is really transphobic and vile. Multiple of my transmasc friends were incredibly disturbed and hurt by this. You can claim these are jokes all you want, but they hurt people. Jokes can be bad and these "jokes" were bad. Also a lot of them were straight up misgendered because not all of them go by "he/they." So if we want to talk about misgendering again, multiple of my friends were repeatedly misgendered for months.

This is the type of a source I'm looking for, btw. Unless you give me proof that the people you named have sent antisemitic harassment (two of whom are Jewish, one of whom is engaged to a Jewish person and all of whom are transmasc), you (whoever sent this ask) are an asshole and a liar.

I can provide links for all of these posts, if someone doubts they are real, I just really want to avoid revealing the redacted person's name because they asked me to do so. Example of a link for one of the posts where the redacted user isn't mentioned directly.

I don't know what's going on with Flux and I don't want to argue with them or for them to be sent antisemitic harassment. Neither do any of the people you mentioned. I don't care about Unsaelig or anything in regards to that group of people, we don't have to agree or be friends. I hope they find their peace and find out who sent them harassment. I don't wish any kind of harassment on anyone, definitely not of antisemitic nature.

But don't invent things? About people you know nothing about? Especially something like saying that several Jewish people were sending antisemitic harassment to someone.

This isn't a callout post. Everyone is free to make their own decisions from this information. These are the sources I have and was given to explain the situation. If someone wants to show me sources and proof that people mentioned here have sent antisemitic harassment to Flux, I am open to listen. I know that's not the case because as I said, multiple of them are Jewish, so you know.

Unlike these anonymous askers, I take time to investigate the situation and back up what I say with sources. It takes more than 2 minutes to compile a post like this. I apologise if you stood refreshing my blog for 2 hours while I was consulting several of my Jewish and transmasc friends and asking them about the harassment they went through.

Lying really isn't going to get you anywhere. It's just making things worse for you actually. The only note mentioning Flux in my post:

All notes as of me responding:

[allisonfanblog69420]

the ballad of may and discord rp

so i decided to try discord rp so i could write on the go. was curious about the world of it. wound up being very distracting. also wound up...

as it turns out, i do believe all discord rp’ers are stuck in the ~2015 era. so let’s just share some bad excerpts first. (and these, my friends, are not even close to all i wish i could share. alas, alas -- some of the best have been removed! and i also didn’t want to skim every single thread ever written!)

now, my favorite part about this section? strangely, the older the writer was, the worse they were. the worst one there was 30, the best two there were 21. only included are the terrible ones because if i included anything good then like what’s the point :\ 

here we go:

first of all: this was just two days in. anyway-

hm sorry for the formatting but i didnt get a screenshot :( anyway, ITTTTTTTT. there were so many sentences like that. i wanted to die.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoZVnsmV05E

hey lil mama-

reattach.

do y’all think it’s because of ramadan?

bop bop.

what face? 🤨

trustworthy male friend 🤩

the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows, of the latina

so... keeping in mind this mun sent photos of herself and she is a white red-head from concord, nc....

^ sorry for formatting, again with the screenshot :(

overall:

now. an old friend of mine and i were in an rp a few years back that, miraculously, had a demi lovato fc. the following exchange takes place as i send them screenshots of ms stefania reyes:

faceclaim stuggles:

^ says the person... using harry styles.

overall just a lot of bland white men who look like bread.

ode to alli (...who played stefania, the latina who panted):

ah, alli. ah, marcy’s ex. what will we do with you, you 30y/o who spent all day and night harassing a 24y/o teacher?

ah, alli. let’s explore.

i just want to start here.

ah, okay! very understandable! if a group is making you feel excluded, you should leave if that’s what would be best for you! now... do tell us exactly why they’re making you feel excluded?

.

.

.

sweetheart.

sweetie.

they know you’re going away for a bit.

most people do not feel inclined to message someone on hiatus unless it’s for concerning reasons or if they’ve been gone longer than expected. it’s always nice if someone does! very kind! 

but baby.

they do not owe you anything.

you’re on hiatus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get that through your skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“well, at least she feels included! that’s nice!” but... my favorite part... is why she feels included!

maybe she would not feel so if she were not a 30y/o woman harassing a 24y/o teacher who has to wake up early every morning to go see kindergarteners. i wanted to die on behalf of kate.

^ screenshot :(

LET THE POOR GIRL LIVE!?!?!?!? LET HER GO TOUCH GRASS?!?!?!?!? i know you’re probably making a face every time she doesn’t reply to you and saying something unspecified in spanish, but come on... you also apparently have two jobs...

anyway, on the topic of alli and kate, we’ll move to dallas and alexandra.

they were a ‘ship’ - because, as two outerbanks fcs, of course they were. as everyone can see from above, dallas was also the victim of alli’s wrath!

so they become ‘official’ one night - because of course they do (you meet on tuesday, you become official by saturday.). following day -- please do take note of who commented:

now please do take note of who opened the comments (and then... take further note as i tell you that no one entered the comments section):

the day that this happens, kate drops dallas. i doubt that was a coincidence, but i digress! anyway, alli has her character play it off like she just had a breakup even though everyone else was playing it like dallas just didn’t exist.

with that, alli makes a tinder profile for alexandra.

come a few days later, she sends this:

honey.... no one wants to write with you haha.

in conclusion:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV9yUA6jAmY

[ilici]

a night to remember.

Summary: After a long 4 months of just bickering, they finally decide to meet up. (Second part to 'Pretty Little Lies')

NSFW MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: Choking, cockwarming, hair pulling.

Word Count: 2892

Dream had enough of the two bickering at each other, he finally slammed his desk with his hand, making the two come to a halt. “Will you two fucking shut the hell up?” He asked annoyed, and Y/N just scoffed while looking away from the screen. “You two have reached my breaking point.” He said, seeing George just look away and Y/N discord icon stop glowing green besides the few shuffling coming from her side. “All you two do now is just bicker, we get it you guys have sexual tension but for the love of God, please just shut the fuck up.” He begged, while George’s ears burned at the mention of sexual tension. Opening his mouth to speak, nothing came out as Y/N was the first to speak up, “If I buy a plane ticket to go and visit the UK will that help you?” She asked sarcastically, and Dream sighed in relief, “Yes! Yes it fucking would!” he said loudly, while Sapnap just listened in noting to himself that he saw George’s eyes light up at the thought of Y/N visiting him. “I was joking but sheesh fine, I will.” She mumbled, and George looked between the sleeping Dream icon, and the Coraline icon that belonged to Y/N.

“Do I not have a say in this?” George finally spoke up, and raised an eyebrow that disappeared behind his long hair. Sapnap now laughed dryly, “Don’t act as if you didn’t enjoy the idea of Y/N coming to you, you know damn well your eyes lit up at the mention of it.” He said, and George just shrunk down in defeat while Dream laughed at the boy’s reaction. “There I bought the plane ticket.” She said, and they heard a ding indicating someone had joined the call, “Why the fuck did I just get a message saying I bought a plane ticket to the UK?” Quackity asked, and Y/N laughed loudly, “It’s for me but I used your money since you owed me anyways.” She told him, while Quackity just stared at his screen in shock. “That’s it I’m leaving.” He said, leaving the call right afterwards. George was now silent, and playing with the strings on his hoodie, “How long will you be staying?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N hummed leaning closer to her mic, “About three months, I want to meet everyone else, not just George here.”

Nodding, Sapnap seemed satisfied with the answer, “Wear protection.” Dream said, and George snapped his gaze up looking back at the screen, “Shut up.” He muttered, embarrassed while Y/N just laughed to cover up the fact that she too was embarrassed. “Well, I leave for the UK in two days, I still have to find a place to stay.” She explained, and George rubbed his chin before he came to a decision in his head, “You can stay with me, I recently moved into an apartment that has two rooms, you can stay in there. Although I won’t be home until later when you arrive mainly because I’ll be recording a video with Tommy and Phil.” He told Y/N, and she just listened, “Alright, then that’s settled.” She said before she grew confused, “How will I get to the house?” She asked and George shrugged, “I could have Tommy and his dad pick you up when he comes to pick me up.” He said, and Y/N nodded even though no one could see her. 

“Sounds good to me.” She said, “Well I will arrive around 9 am, so.” She muttered, looking at her phone, “That’s perfect because Tommy said he’d be around at my apartment at 9:30, and the airport is only a 20 minute drive away.” He informed her, and she nodded, shooting Tommy a quick text and telling him to keep it under wraps since he was streaming. The other two in the call were silent, enjoying the time where George and Y/N weren’t arguing. “Well I better go, I need to go pack and I also need to fix my sleep schedule.” She sighed out, before saying her goodbye’s. Leaving the call, everything hit her like a brick. She was going to leave to see George in two days. Hearing her phone ring, she saw Sapnap was calling her, answering it she put it on speaker so she could hear him while she got ready to pack. “Hey Sap.” She said, and Sapnap greeted her back, “I was wondering if I could see your face before you leave to see George.” He asked, in a very rushed way which was difficult for Y/N to keep up with.

Laughing to herself, she shrugged as Sapnap was one of her best friends and she planned on face revealing to him anyway. Clicking the FaceTime option, she propped her phone up so he could see her packing. Sapnap answered it, only showing half of his face, before his eyes widened at Y/N. She changed a bit from what George had described four months prior, “Wow, George was right. You are hot.” He said, and Y/N laughed, “Although you look a bit different apparently.” He said trying to pinpoint what looked different on her, “Oh, my hair is longer and I also dyed the the underneath of my hair.” She told him, and he nodded noting that her hair did look different from what George said. “Are you nervous?” He asked her, trying to keep the conversation going and Y/N shrugged, “A bit, mainly because I feel like when we meet things will be awkward, and we will manage to argue.” She said, while Sapnap just nodded in understanding.

“Well, if you ask me, I think meeting Tommy is going to be worse, mainly because he get’s to see your face.” He told her, and Y/N grimaced at the thought of the loud child bragging about seeing her face. “Don’t remind me.” She grumbled, while Sapnap laughed at her reaction, “Well, that’s all I need to pack.” She said after a three hour long call with her friend. “I’ll see you later, sleep well.” Sapnap said, before ending the call leaving Y/N to her own thoughts. Shooting Dream a text, asking her for advice that she’d read when she woke up. Sighing, she laid down in bed looking up at her ceiling that seemed bare to her now ever since she took off the stars. “God why did I do this?” She muttered to herself, covering her eyes with her arm before drifting off to sleep.

Finally, it was the day she was leaving for the UK. She was at the airport with her two suitcases waiting to board the plane. She had coffee in her hand as it was super early for her, and she was on call with Callahan who didn’t speak back but would text responses in return. “Callahan, I board in seven minutes holy shit.” She said, starting to panic a little, and Callahan quickly tried to calm her down making some typos along the way. “Okay I can do this.” She whispered to herself, and Callahan sent a message telling her that she’d be alright and he’d be here for her when she landed. Callahan planned on staying on the call, even though he’d be left alone for some hours. Their plan was as soon as she lands, she’d join the call and let him know she had landed. Thankfully he’d be awake as he was busy coding stuff for the new manhunt. “Well that’s my plane, I’ll see you after I land.” She told him, and he sent a quick goodbye before she left the call.

Y/N got on the plane and decided she’d sleep the entire plane ride. She had thankfully gotten first class, so she had privacy. Reclining back, she put on the movie that seemed least interesting so she wouldn’t get engaged in it. Shortly falling asleep, she woke up a couple times and would restart the movie if it had ended. Finally, after what seemed like days she finally heard the voice saying they were landing. Stretching she groaned hearing her body crack, and got up when they officially landed. Walking out and going to get her luggage, she went to get something to eat and a drink She joined the call back to see that Karl was also in the call along with Dream. “Hey guys, I landed.” She spoke up, and she got a response from Callahan first, and Karl soon unmuted, “That’s good, I hope things go well.” He said, while Dream finally unmuted, “I was about to head to bed, but I’m glad you made it safely.” He said, before he muted again going back to whatever it was he was doing. Karl and Y/N spoke for a bit, till she got a message from Tommy saying he was here. 

Leaving the call, she walked out and looked around for the tall teenager, and finally spotted him looking at his phone with his face covered by a mask. “Hello Tommy.” She said, and Tommy looked up from his phone, seeing the girl approach him without a mask, figuring it was because she had food and a drink. Walking over to her, he pulled her into a hug, “Hello Y/N, I can’t wait to brag to George that I met you before him.” He said while the girl rolled her eyes, as someone grabbed her luggage that she was struggling to bring as her hands were full from the drink and food. “I bet.” She said, and they all got into his car, as she was full on jet lagged. “You can sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” The older male spoke up, and she thanked him, closing her eyes to let the sleep consume her. Feeling herself being picked up, she groaned a bit but kept her eyes closed wanting to go back to sleep.

Hearing muffled voices she could decipher some of the sentences, but the rest were just gibberish to her, “Let her sleep, I’ll wake her up when I get back.” She heard someone say, before she fell back asleep. George looked down at the sleeping girl and rolled his eyes, “First day here and she’s already getting treated like a princess.” He muttered under his breath sarcastically, as he had to carry her into the guest room. Getting up and leaving, he couldn’t help but think of what was to come. After 6 hours of hanging out, George walked into his apartment, and was shocked to see Y/N on the couch watching some random movie. “Hello Georgie.” She spoke, and George just looked at her, “Seems like you’ve made yourself at home.” He said walking over to the couch and sat down beside her, keeping his distance. Y/N looked over at him and her lips tugged up into a smirk, “What are you smirking about?” George asked, looking over at her.

“A little birdie told me that you said you’d give me a night to remember.” She told him, and George froze before he looked over at her once more, “I’m going to kill Sapnap.” He said gritting his teeth, and Y/N shrugged, turning her attention to the movie. “Why don’t you give me a night to remember then Georgie? Hm?” George now clenched his jaw as he turned his head grabbing Y/N’s jaw forcefully making her look over at him. “Someone’s being a bit cocky.” George said, and Y/N just looked at him and groaned when George moved his hand down wrapping it around her neck. “Not so cocky now, are we?” He teased, leaning forwards and chuckled into her ear. Y/N was genuinely shocked at how quick he switched. “It’s the first day, and you’re already wanting me to fuck the shit out of you.” He mumbled, and Y/N shivered, letting out a soft whine.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.” She bit back, and George just looked at her before laughing dryly, “Who said I don’t want to?” He told her, as he grabbed some of her hair, forcing her head to lean back. Tightening his grip around her neck she whimpered out, and closed her eyes, clenching her thighs together. George noticed this and smirked, “Someone’s enjoying this.” He said, and Y/N was about to let out some curses but she bit her tongue to hold herself back. Moving his hand away from her throat, he started unbuckling his belt while Y/N watched him in a daze. “Stop staring and strip.” He demanded and Y/N immediately obeyed, stripping off her clothes. George looked at her body, and he bit his lips, “Come on then.” He said patting his now bare lap and Y/N quickly straddled his lap. 

“Since you’ve been so rude every time we talk, maybe it’s time I fuck some sense into you.” George whispered to her, as he grabbed her hips lifting her up so she could easily slide down onto his dick. “You’re on the pill right?” He asked, and Y/N just nodded her head, before she let out a loud moan at the feeling of George stretching her out. He leaned his head back, letting out a slight groan at the feeling. Tightening his grip on her hips when she tried to, she groaned, “Why?” She whined, and George just leaned forward moving her hair out of the way as he kissed the back of her neck, “You are to stay like this until I feel like fucking you.” He told her, and Y/N shivered at the kiss only listening because she enjoyed this feeling. “Such a good girl, I figured you would be a brat since you act like one.” His voice rang through her mind, and Y/N just whimpered leaning her head back on his shoulder.

“George, please I can’t wait any longer.” She begged, and George just smirked before he lifted her off of him, and threw her on the other side of his couch. Y/N yelped as she was thrown, before she had the chance to raise up George had a hold of her hips making her ass stick up in the air. Pushing down on her back so she was perfectly arching her back, he was holding onto her hips making sure he left bruises. Slamming into her, Y/N moaned out loudly, gripping one of the stray pillows that was near her. Biting her bottom lip, George kept relentlessly pounding into her while Y/N was now a blabbering mess. George enjoyed this as he reached forwards grabbing a handful of her hair and tugged on it. “You look so beautiful like this, so sweaty for me.” He teased, while Y/N just let out an incoherent ‘fuck you’. 

Not liking this, George brought his hand up and slammed it down onto her ass. Letting out a small scream, Y/N felt herself grow closer, and George reached around now toying with her clit. He himself was feeling close to his climax, and Y/N could tell from how sloppy his thrusts were getting. Using the hand that had her hair in it, he moved his hand up grabbing her neck bringing her up so she was against his chest. “Fuck George-” She muttered, leaning her head back against George’s shoulder much like earlier. George gave sloppy kisses along her jawline and neck, as they both let out a loud groan. Y/N mumbled words, and George let out a quick, “Fuck” as they both felt themself cum. Pulling out, George watched as some of it leaked out and onto her thighs.

Wiping away the sweat that was on his forehead, he picked her up, “Have you seen the bathroom?” He asked Y/N, who only shook her head, “You’re about to see it now.” He told her as the two made their way into the bathroom. It had a shower, and a bathtub, “Pick which one.” He told her, and Y/N looked between both and pointed to the tub, “I would’ve chosen the shower if it weren’t for how my legs could give out at any moment.” She whispered embarrassed, and George chuckled as he sat her down on the side of the tub, her feet in the tub. “Let me how you want the water to feel.” He said, turning it on and Y/N waited till it felt good, and she nodded, “That’s good.” She said, as she sunk down into the tub.

George smiled at her, as he went over to the cabinet under the sink to grab the bubble mixture. Pouring some into the water, he watched as Y/N mixed it around which formed bubbles. Sinking down into the water, he brought Y/N over to his body, and let her relax against him. “Don’t tell Dream or Sapnap, they had a bet. I really don’t want to lose.” He said, while Y/N lightly laughed at his words, as he massaged her shoulders. “I’m still going to be here for 3 more months, so they are bound to know it happened at one point.” She shrugged, and George hummed in agreement.

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[tennessoui]

40 or 43 if you’re still taking prompts! i love ur AUs they’re so beautiful and contain so much brilliance within a short snippet!

it's been so long, anon, you probably forgot you sent this but here is prompt 40, exes meeting after not seeing each other for a long time. in true tennessoui fashion, they don't. actually. meet and/or see each other in this snippet. also in true tennessoui fashion, all tennessoui needs to decide to continue this is one (1) validation.

the backstory here is something i have been thinking about for days after a discord convo, where during the fight on mustafar, obi-wan hits anakin hard enough in the head that he loses all of his memories. obi-wan takes him with him for a few months but the wounds of Order 66 and vaderkin's role in what happened is too fresh for obi-wan to (understandably) get over, even if this anakin doesn't remember doing it, so they separate. this is set 8 years after Mustafar.

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“Kenobi won’t come,” the fighter pilot says immediately upon disembarking from his craft.

One commander lets out a groan. Someone else hits the durasteel side of the closest x-wing with a closed fist.

“Do we really need him?” Anakin demands, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s been eight years since the rise of the Empire. Surely a washed-up Jedi General from the Clone Wars won’t have people jumping to join the Rebellion!”

No one meets his eye. In fact, the air room suddenly feels very, very uncomfortable.

Organa exhales heavily and turns to look at Anakin, which is rare because the man never voluntarily looks at Anakin. “There are few names from that time that still carry an untainted weight in the eyes of the galaxy. Obi-Wan Kenobi is one of them.”

“I grew up hearing about The Team!” A teenager says eagerly. “I’d join any resistance movement if I knew both of ‘em were fighting with me!”

“You’re already a part of a resistance movement,” a girl next to him pointed out waspishly.

The boy waves her off. “Skywalker and Kenobi, saving the galaxy! It’d be wizard to be a part of that, and you know it, Aasha!”

Anakin’s throat tightens at that name. Skywalker. His name. Or, his old name. He has no more connection to it now than he does to the name Kenobi or Organa. They’re just letters.

He catches Organa’s eye. The man is looking at him with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Anakin knows instinctively that this is another one of the man’s tests. Will this time be the time that whatever injury has kept his memories suppressed for eight years is undone, and his previous life comes thundering through his mind?

He’s sick of these tests. He’s never failed one, but Organa never comes closer to trusting him afterward. He can only assume that whatever Anakin Skywalker had done in his last few days alive had been so terrible that only a few people knew the truth, and those who did would never forgive any version of him for it.

Organa certainly knew, though he had never shared that information with Anakin. And.

And Kenobi did as well. That was clear. They’d only been together for five standard months, sharing a small spacecraft made smaller by the fear, agony, grief, fury, and hurt radiating off of his companion into the space around them.

It had been hard to tell at the time if one of the things Obi-Wan Kenobi had been grieving was the loss of Anakin Skywalker. Anakin isn’t sure Kenobi would have been able to answer that either.

Some part of him that usually rests dormant in the back of his mind stirs and hisses that it had to have been. That Skywalker’s loss had torn Kenobi’s soul to shreds.

This doesn’t necessarily feel like his own thought, but it’s quite hard to ignore. He wants to rub a hand against his aching head, but that surely would tip off Organa that something’s--what? That he’s having thoughts?

Perish the very idea.

One would think Anakin hadn’t joined the Rebellion of his own free will. That Anakin hadn’t spent three standard months on the planet Kenobi had left him on before catching wind of the existence of the Rebel Alliance, that he hadn’t risked life and limb (more limb, apparently, given his missing flesh hand) to find them afterwards. He hadn’t known much anything about himself, but he had known that he hadn’t liked what the Imperial troops were doing, how much destruction they were causing, how the people they were supposed to be protecting hid in fear of their white armor.

Something in Anakin had rebelled at that, had thought it wrong and twisted. Someone needs to stop them, he’d thought. So he had found the people that were trying to.

And yes, a small part of him had thought--perhaps hoped--that Obi-Wan Kenobi would be a part of the Rebel Alliance by the time Anakin made his way to their biggest base. He had thought--perhaps hoped--that he would be able to prove himself to the other man. Look, he had wanted to scream at Kenobi, I’m not like that other Anakin, I would never do what he did. You can trust me. You can look me in the eye, I won’t stab you in the back.

Because something in him had yearned, still yearns, for Kenobi’s approval. For the weight of his gaze settling warmly around his shoulders. For his small smiles, his calloused hand clasping the back of Anakin’s head to bring their foreheads together in a gentle tap hello.

These are things Anakin knows he’s never experienced. But he must have in his past life, because his whole body will ache for them like a phantom limb. It’s been seven years and a few months since he last saw Kenobi.

“I’ll go,” Anakin says, which is what he said the last time they were standing like this, huddled around a fighter pilot delivering the same message of failure.

Organa’s mouth tightens in displeasure, and Mothma places a hand on his arm in warning.

Everyone else falls silent around them, as if recognizing the fact that they’re in the middle of a brewing storm, and they’re lucky to be in its eye right now.

“I do not think--” Organa starts, but Anakin cuts him off, crossing his arms even tighter over his chest, as if to hold himself back. The force suppression collar around his neck grows warmer, but it holds. It always holds.

“You’re already sending men who look like me to him!” Anakin points out irately. “The last four men could have been related to me!” It’s something Anakin’s thought about in the past but never said out loud. He’s glad to say it now though, especially because Organa flushes a bit which means Anakin’s right. “Just send me! If it doesn’t work, nothing in the galaxy will!”

Now, Anakin isn’t sure that’s true at all. He’s taking a huge leap with this, but it’s been seven years and a few months since he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi in person, and every part of him is aching with the desire to lay eyes on the man again. Will he hate him still? Will he see all the differences Anakin’s made to his appearance? Will he like them? He fights the urge to run a hand over his shorn hair.

Will Obi-Wan even let him through the door?

The people around them are murmuring now. They don’t know what Organa knows, what Anakin has guessed at: that Skywalker died a traitor to the Republic, that he had tried to strike down Obi-Wan like the Emperor struck down the rest of the Jedi. To them, these fortunate outsiders, they’re wondering why Anakin Skywalker hasn’t already been sent to locate and bring back their errant General.

Before, Anakin’s offer had been quiet, easily ignored over someone else’s. Now he’s loud and confident. Impossible to turn away without making a public scene, without explaining why. And Organa has tried very hard not to do that. For whatever reason, Anakin doesn’t know. All he knows is that after he’d been examined by a battalion of med droids and interrogated by all three leaders of the Rebellion, Organa had given him a list of rules he had to follow in order to join the Rebel Alliance. Firstly, never remove his cuffs and collar.

It’s not a slave collar and it won’t electrocute you if you touch it or try to take it off, Organa had told him when he’d blanched away at the sight. But I have been informed by a trusted ally that the Chance--the Emperor knows your Force Signature intimately. We cannot risk being found. It would kill all hope for us.

Secondly, never confirm his identity. Never talk about who he used to be.

People will know, Organa had grudgingly admitted. Skywalker was one of the faces of the Clone Wars. But you cannot confirm it. In fact.

Thirdly, give up the name Skywalker. Pick another last name, if not first as well.

But Anakin had been attached to his first name for some reason he didn’t know how to begin to question, so even after he toyed with the idea of changing it completely, he couldn’t go through with it. Weeks later he had shown up in Organa’s makeshift office.

I had a mother, didn’t I? He had asked, causing Organa to stiffen immediately.

Do you remember? Organa had interrogated immediately, his standard greeting for Anakin. Anakin had gotten the feeling, especially in those early days, that Organa was waiting with baited breath for Anakin to remember so he could try him for war crimes or treason or whatever it was that Skywalker had done.

No, he had responded honestly. Just a feeling. If I am to take a new last name, I want her name.

A few days later, Anakin had stumbled into his bunk, tired from a day of hard training, to see a packet of documents on his pillow.

Anakin Shmison was written at the top of the first page.

The list of rules goes on and on.

But nowhere does it say that Anakin Shmison isn’t allowed to mention Obi-Wan Kenobi in public. He just never has, because even the sound of the man’s name makes him feel very nauseous, a combination of butterflies and adder snakes wrestling around inside his stomach.

Bail Organa is looking like he’s regretting that oversight right now, but Anakin has backed him quite solidly into a proverbial corner. Either finally tell everyone what happened between Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi in the last few hours of the Republic, or give Anakin Shmison leave to retrieve Kenobi.

“Fine,” Organa gets out, jaw locked and vein throbbing in his temple. Anakin has the distinct feeling he’se spent a lot of his life on the receiving end of that expression. “Have this X-Wing refueled, and leave tonight.”

“No sir,” Anakin says, enjoying the way one of the man’s eyebrows shoot up in angry incredulity.

“No?” Organa asks. “Would you like more beauty rest, perhaps, Shmison?”

“No sir, I don’t need it,” this time he doesn’t resist running a hand through his hair, messing with its part so his longer bangs fall to one side and balance out the mysterious scar that bisects his eyebrow. He grins. “But I will need a craft that sits two. For the return trip.”

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Dead Man’s Cell Phone--Chapter 1

Summary: When Emma Swan starts getting phone calls and texts from an unfamiliar number, she decides to check it out–only to discover the number belongs to a Killian Jones, who was killed in a robbery gone wrong six months ago.  With some help from a medium, Merlin Emrys, Emma hopes to find out why a dead guy is contacting her–and why she feels such a strong pull to someone she has never met before.

Rating: K+​

Welcome to my entry for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer! A big thank you to @cssns​, the ladies on the Discord!  Thank you also to @eastwesthomeisbest​, my artist and my beta @veryverynotgood​!

Other Chapters: Prologue 2 3 4 Epilogue 

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Six months later

Emma Swan pulled open the foil packaging of her Pop Tarts and smiled as she breathed in the sugary, fake blueberry scent.  There was no question.  Junk food was the only thing that got her through these long, seemingly endless stakeouts.

Emma had made quite a name for herself as one of the best private investigators and bail bonds persons out there.  She had the unique ability to either blend into her surroundings--or stand out in the most distracting way, as happened when she pulled her honey traps--and she knew exactly how to use those abilities to her greatest advantage.  When Mayor Regina Mills of Emma’s hometown of Storybrooke needed to determine who had been breaking into town hall and stealing town secrets, Emma was naturally who she called.

The job promised to pay well, but it was also turning out to be one of the most boring jobs she’d taken in ages.  Tonight was the third stakeout in a row in front of town hall, and just like last night and the night before, she was coming up empty.

If she didn’t come up with anything new tonight, she might have to revise her strategy.  Patience was paramount in this business, but there was only so much time she could spend hunched down in her yellow bug staring at the entrance of town hall before she went crazy.

Emma took a bite of her Pop Tart humming in appreciation as the taste hit her tongue.  She was just about to take a second bite when it happened. 

Her cell phone rang.

She frowned.  Who would be calling her at this time of night?  Fishing her phone out of the cup-holder where she’d stashed it, she glanced down at the number.  Not only was it an unfamiliar number, it didn’t even appear to come from the US.

Clearly someone had the wrong number.  Shrugging, Emma dropped the phone back into the cup holder and took her bite.  As a rule, she avoided calls from numbers she didn’t recognize.  Best way to avoid telemarketers.

A moment later, her phone buzzed again, and Emma looked down to see that the unknown number had left her a message.

That was weird.

Emma took a moment to look carefully at her target and the surrounding area to make sure there was nothing she was missing, and then curiosity got the better of her.  Swiping through her phone, she saw she had one single forty-five second voicemail from “UNKNOWN NAME”.  

She pressed play, bringing the phone up to her ear as she looked back at town hall.  For a moment she couldn’t hear anything, but gradually she began to notice something.

It sounded like breathing, harsh quick breathing, like the person on the other end of the phone was in some kind of emotional distress or had just completed a difficult workout.

That wasn’t creepy at all.

Aside from the breathing there was some other sound that she couldn’t quite place--some sort of beeping.

Emma continued listening until the end, but there was nothing else to hear, only the breathing and the beeping.

Weird.  Must be either some kind of a lame prank call or a butt dial.

A movement caught the corner of her eye, and Emma peered into the darkness.  There, at the edge of the building stood a single figure.  Finally! Got ‘em!

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Emma Swan always got her man--or in this case, her woman--and the town hall job was no exception.  She’d waited until the intruder had actually broken into town hall, and then she’d nabbed her, pulling off her mask to reveal Zelena Mills, Regina’s slightly unhinged half-sister.

She had no idea what kind of family drama had brought all of this on, but luckily that wasn’t her problem.  She’d done her job and done it well.  It was up to the mayor to sort out the rest.

After another successful case, Emma had let herself sleep in the next morning.  She had a few cases she still needed to do research on, but there was nothing pressing, and Emma decided after three long nights of stake-outs, she’d earned the extra rest.

It wasn’t until she was back at her desk in the office and she’d turned on her computer that she remembered the weird phone call and voicemail from yesterday.  

There was just something about that call, some weird feeling she couldn’t shake.  Who was it that had called her and why?  As the morning continued, Emma tried to push the curiosity to the side.  After all, wrong numbers happened; why was this any different?

But by the time she broke for lunch, the questions swirling in her head would no longer be denied.  One of the perks of being a private investigator was that she had all kinds of resources at her disposal.  What would it hurt to use one of them to trace back the number and find out who’d called her?

Emma plugged the phone number into a program on her computer and found out that the number belonged to someone named Killian Jones, who was from England.

After a few minutes of Googling, Emma discovered something that sent a chill down her spine.

Six months ago, Killian Jones had been found beaten to death after an apparent robbery gone bad.

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Getting a creepy voicemail from a dead guy was weird, there was no denying that, but Emma lived in the real world.  In the real world dead people did not make phone calls.  Dead people did not leave eerie voicemails consisting of harsh breathing--dead people didn’t breathe at all.  Ghost stories were fun and all around campfires or at Halloween, but that’s all they were.  Stories.

And so there was one thing Emma knew for certain.  There was a perfectly logical, rational explanation for the phone call she’d received.  Maybe one of Killian Jones’s relatives inherited his phone and had neglected to change it to their name.  Maybe the thief in the robbery gone wrong had stolen the phone and was using it.  Maybe there was some other explanation.

What Emma knew for sure was that it was NOT Killian Jones calling her, whoever he’d been.

Despite reminding herself of this fact, Emma couldn’t stop thinking about her phone call from the dead man’s cell phone.  Why did the phone call her?  Why did it leave a message?  Why did she feel this strong, inescapable connection to a man she was fairly certain she’d never met in her life?

But Emma hadn’t gotten where she was in life by indulging flights of fancy, and so she’d done what any rational person would do--she resolutely put the phone call and the resulting pull to the phone’s owner out of her mind and went back to her ordinary life, an ordinary life that did not involve messages from the dead.

It worked well for a week, but then it happened again--a second phone call from the same dead man’s number.

Emma’s heart pounded and her breathing picked up as she looked down at the phone.  This was NOT happening!  A part of her was curious what would happen if she answered the call, but the larger part was just so weirded out that she stood staring at the phone until it stopped ringing.

After a moment of silence, there came the voicemail beep.

With shaking fingers, Emma opened her voicemail box and clicked on the new message--only twenty seconds this time.  It was the same as before: harsh breathing and some sort of distant beeping.

This time, though, there was a chilling addition.  Just before the message ended, Emma heard a faint, other worldly voice speak two solitary words:  Help me!

 Notes:

--And so the cell phone has made contact.  Things look pretty impossible right now, but don’t worry; there’s always a happy ending in my stories.  Just how that can happen in this story, you’ll have to stick around to find out--but there’s actually a subtle clue in this chapter.

--Up next: When Emma starts getting texts as well as phone calls from Killian’s phone, she mentions it to her best friend and sister-in-law Mary Margaret.  Mary Margaret convinces her to visit a medium, a man named Merlin Emrys.  

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