#and the worst part is you're not allowed to leave even when you didn't vote for it

[lazylittledragon]

happy deathiversary to the queen. can we do the rest of the bastards now

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 34)

Tw: nothing much except mild victim blamey thing from reader

Vote belowww i will only count the first 21 people and also it's gonna be a short chapter

Part 35

You spent most of your time asleep. The medicine that the doctors hooked you on made you drowsy. Oddly enough, you didn't have nightmares about the incident. You're... indifferent about it now.

Maybe it's because you thought Evangeline was ill, in a way. She didn't have as much control over her thoughts and actions as a normal person.

Maybe you're just... tired. You didn't want to be angry or scared anymore. The emotions returned whenever you thought about the Jones family, however.

"...Sweetheart?" Your eyes opened. Why is...

Montgomery sat next to you. He seems wary, hesitant to touch your hand. In the end, he kept it to his side.

That's right. You allowed him to visit you. What were you thinking? Maybe you weren't at all. The event clouded your judgement, but you think your yearning for some kind of physical connection made you do this. You did tell Yves though, and he said wasn't as upset as you thought. Strangely enough, he seemed to trust him. However, he contacted your nurses to make sure you're never alone with him.

"Hey, how are ya doing?" He cooed, slowly getting closer to you. Halting immediately when you flinched.

You didn't answer him and you eyed him warily.

You gave the nurse a glance, she's standing there and watching over you. It makes you wonder if this is supposed to be something a security guard should do. The nurse is probably needed somewhere, but she's stuck here watching you and Montgomery.

He prepped your over-bed table with the help of your nurse.

"Here, I got you something to eat." Montgomery placed a Styrofoam box wrapped in a plastic bag onto the table. He helped you set it up.

It smelled and looked delicious, but you don't think anyone who is admitted into a hospital should eat that.

You thanked him, but didn't touch it.

He sat there in silence with you. You're grateful that he didn't want to touch you at all nor is he up to his usual antics.

You asked him again, how he got your number.

He seems taken aback by this question that came out of the blue. But in the end, he avoided your eyes and finally decided to tell you, albeit with great hesitance.

"From... that girl." He must be talking about Evangeline. His tone was careful, fearing that she might trigger any bad memories. But you don't think it would. Because you thought you got over it even though deep down you know you didn't.

Montgomery didn't say much after that. Allowing you to settle back into solitude.

"...I gotta go back to work." He tried to stroke your head on reflex, but you pulled away. Montgomery frowned and decided to back off.

"I'll see ya soon." He took out his wallet and pulled out $40, he used your phone as a paperweight for the notes.

You looked at it and wondered why he was still giving you cash. It's not like you could use them at the moment. And it's not a weekly thing, it's a daily routine for him. You guess it's because he's not living in an apartment, that's how he was able to afford to do this.

He spared you one last pitying glance over his shoulders before leaving the room, your nurse following him behind.

You began closing the Styrofoam box. You kept the meal aside and took your phone in your hands.

You have a text from Yves.

"How was your meeting with Yeller, dear?"

You replied that it was okay. He did not touch you or did anything weird. You mentioned that he left you $40 again, you lost count, but you think he must have given you around $220 now. Not to mention, he paid off your first trip to the emergency room and fed you every time he saw you. The takeouts he brings have to be at least another $40 a meal.

You expressed that you felt bad even though he was making you uncomfortable.

You were surprised when you felt wetness on your cheeks, you're crying again. All because of these conflicting feelings, Montgomery was nice to you but the attention from him wasn't wanted. Yet it didn't feel right to try and ruin his life, he's struggling to get by as it is.

You wished you never met him. Or at least, you wished he wasn't so delusional and creepy. He could have been your friend since Yves doesn't see him as a threat to the relationship.

You rubbed your eyes and grimaced at the fact that you sent Yves paragraphs upon paragraphs of your thoughts. You had to scroll down three times to get to the end.

"I see. Thank you for entrusting your thoughts with me."

That was all he replied. You didn't know what to tell him next. So you switched your phone off and set it down.

Only to pick it back up when you received another text from Yves.

"The weather has improved enough for all flights to resume. I will be with you tomorrow."

You were glad yet dreading the moment he sees you like this. Even though he has shown nothing but love and compassion for you, there is still that irritating voice at the back of your head, telling you that he is going to be disgusted and upset at you for not doing 'enough'.

You texted him if he attended his conference.

"Yes. It went well, I shared my findings and learned from the best researchers the world has to offer..." He droned on for a while.

It was nice hearing his melodious voice. Despite not understanding a lot of what he said, you appreciated that he is the speaker and you're the listener for once. Is this how your chattiness feels to Yves? You doubt so because he would insert his own interesting output no matter what the topic was. You couldn't say anything of value to him regarding... metaphysics, probabilities and statistical evidence to a study you never heard of.

Yves knows you're not interested in this. But you needed a calm distraction from your mind. He is happy to divulge information about his trip to you, however, his main goal was to make your time passage as bearable as possible.

You continued absorbing details about his adventures around the picturesque city, the luxury handbag shop, the massive mall selling all his favourite, lavish things, his appointments with the country's most sought-after, high-end manicurist and hairstylist and his frustrations at the airport.

You were in disbelief that he squeezed all that within five days. You don't know how he managed to check off his entire list and contact you regularly. It's like he never slept or ate. You did find it somewhat odd that he didn't mention much about the local eateries. Maybe he just isn't interested in food when it comes to vacations.

"...I had an enjoyable trip. But... I missed you." He remotely adjusted the angle of his hidden camera to see your face better through the screen.

"What I wouldn't give to have you here..." He whispered dreamily. Yves watched the live feed of you through half-lidded eyes. "You would have loved France."

You don't know if you would. Since the language is quite complex and you may or may not know how to speak well enough to be respected. But you kept an open mind.

His last sentence made you think about the idea of joining him in future trips.

[borea-liss]

Chapter Two

⇨ Dragonborn!Todoroki x Tribe Chief Descendant!Reader

⇨ An AU in which Reader is apart of a tribe that lives to fight against a mythical group they call the Ice Dragons. One day, the Reader’s tribe fellows bring in a young man - an alleged Dragonborn, descended from their worst enemy. The young chief in line, whose heart is too compassionate to kill an innocent, convinces the raging tribe to keep him alive for research purposes, while they set out to free the captive, but the story turns out to be much more complicated than what they thought it would be...

⇨ Reader’s Quirk: Groundbreaker - the ability to bend and manipulate earth and rock in all of their varieties (think Earthbending). The Quirk’s drawback is incredible soreness and temporary muscle paralysis after prolonged usage.

Previous

Disclaimer: Characters are all aged up. The story doesn't follow the exact plot of the manga/anime, although it has some elements incorporated (ofc, it's fanfiction)

Taglist: @fukyouthink @midnighttflowers

Thank you for showing interest in my story!

Your pulse thumps inside your skull, drowning out the shouting of your tribe members. You were looking at a living, breathing descendant of your ultimate fascination.

"Kill him!"

"NO!" you shrieked, instinctively activating your Quirk to create a separation between the Dragonborn and the rest of the tribe.

His chains clattered as he tried to crawl away from the rising rocks, but if you were him, you'd choose that over a feral horde.

You had to think fast and effectively. The status of Chief in producing was going to buy you some time, for you believed your fellows would at least wait out the Council Members and their pupils' decision. You glanced around, looking for the faces of your fellows. To your relief, Midoriya and another representative Iida were already approaching you, with no signs of hostility towards the secured Dragonborn behind you. In the crowd, Yaoyorozu and Bakugou were trying to lessen the commotion.

"Deku, you were part of the hunting team," your voice was barely loud enough to be heard. "How and where did you find him??"

"It happened so fast, (Name). We were tracking down a few deer and ended up near a cave. We found him inside, and the entire cave was frozen." Izuku pointed somewhere behind himself. "Uraraka and I thought he needed help, but he tried to knock me out when we came closer. So she shackled him. What's with the whole ordeal of killing him??"

You couldn't avoid giving him a brief explanation of your discovery. It felt like you were a bad omen - it hadn't been over an hour since you told the tribe about the fruit your studies bore and a Dragonborn popped up in your village, in the flesh and bone. And scales.

The moment the thought circulated inside your head, the candle of realization lit up. Pushing past Izuku and Iida, you knocked yourself up on a platform.

"Attention, please!" the murmurs slowly died down, hundreds of eyes glancing up. "I know you are scared, and I do not condemn you for that. But please, be rational! The Dragonborn was found by accident and by himself. Although not many Ice Dragons have survived our fervent pursuit, I'm sure plenty of them have at least produced offsprings."

You stopped for a second, contemplating your next few sentences.

"I propose we keep him alive. We are an entire tribe, maybe the strongest of all known, and what strength do we hold if we cower under the threat of one single Dragonborn? We know little of them, and if they were to come to avenge their fallen parents, we'd be at a disadvantage until we come to know their nature. Let's keep this one as a source of information. I will personally conduct research and carry responsibility for the Dragonborn."

People nodded their heads in approval. Bakugou and Yaoyorozu stared at you as if you'd grown a third head, but you couldn't care less, relief blossoming in your chest. Midoriya placed his hand on your shoulder to offer comfort and you smiled weakly at the gesture.

You didn't allow yourself to rest for too long, immediately dissolving your makeshift platform and the wall separating your newest tribe addition and you. A pair of mismatched eyes glared up at you as you took ahold of his chains. Did he understand your speech at all?

Well, that was one of many things you were yet to find out. For now, you'd have to gather with the Tribe Chiefs and discuss the situation.

The uncomfortable silence was driving you crazy. As if having to watch over the Dragonborn while he bathed, then giving him clothing and cutting his hair wasn't awkward enough already. You couldn't blame him for looking like he despised you.

"Um, hey?"

Nothing was your answer. You cleared your throat and poured tea in two cups.

"Can you understand me?"

This time it was rustling of clothes and pulling his chains against the ground.

"Look, I'm sorry I put it out like that, but they were going to vote for killing you!" you couldn't keep the desperate tone down. "I know you probably hate me, but I just wanted to help and-"

"I can understand your speech, human."

You whirled around at the quiet, deep voice. He was staring right at your eyes, unflinching. "Remove these in an instant."

You shook your head, instead handing him one of the steaming cups, "I cannot do that. They're going to harm you if I do."

"They can try." your hand remained outstretched and he made no movement to approach your offering.

"Listen, I am not your enemy. But I'm not the one in charge here, so the decision about letting you go is not up to me. If not tea, would you like some food?"

"Don't act friendly. We're not friends," he spat through gritted teeth and you couldn't help but sigh.

Slamming down the teacup on the ground seemed to startle him. You deadpanned.

"Listen here, I know this situation is absolute shit for you, but kindly cooperate with me. At least I have good intents regarding your presence here," you chuckled. "What were you gonna do, fight the tribe? Our strongest men have pushed your ancestors ten lands away. Chief Yagi would've singlehandedly punched you into oblivion and Chief Todoroki would've deep-fried you had you attempted to use your ice powers on him. He's a walking campfire."

The Dragonborn seemed shocked that you knew about his ice powers. At least your short temper one-upped his hostility this time. You rose to your feet, ready to retire to your corner of the shared tent.

"But I have fire powers as well."

You weren't sure if you had heard him correctly. Now it was your turn to look shocked.

The rising sun found you at your desk, not having slept a bit.

"I don't know if that can be true," you muttered. "The sources say they have ice powers and fire is their weakness. Is he some abnormality?"

You should be documenting this. You should be reporting to your tribe leaders now. It's your duty to them and yet you hesitate. Would they kill him if you tell them?

A drop of ink splatters onto the parchment, shaking you out of the daze. You put away your quill and discard all the materials on the table. For now, just now, you decide to keep the Dragonborn's secret safe.

You can spot him in the corner of the tent, breathing steady as he sleeps. Maybe you should sleep too, even if for a bit, then grab some black tea from your tribe healer.

"Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do," you mutter under your breath and flop against the furs on your bed.

You're out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow.

"(Name), daily report about the Dragonborn," five pairs of eyes were staring you down. "Go."

You inhale deeply and try to ignore the heart hammering against your ribcage.

"He understands our language completely and can speak it. Strong ice powers that barely sit within his body. The chains have been covered in frost for as long as I've been with him. He didn't try to fight or hurt me. He's harmless."

Your senior and fatherly figure, Aizawa Shota, nods his head at the words. You glance to the left, swallowing thickly as traitorous guilt burns inside your throat like bile.

"Very well, then. Do you have any requests or additional reports to make?" the head of the council, Chief Yagi, asks you with a kind smile stretched across his face.

"May I have some healing ointment?" you blurt out, startling the whole council.

"What for?"

"The chains are rubbing the scales on his wrists which causes them to fall out. It looks painful and leaves wounds."

"You seem to be quite sensible, (Name)," Chief Nemuri* remarks, smirking. "Very well. Come with me to the healer once we're done here."

You nod and bow before exiting the tent. The five tribe chiefs exchange looks between each other, then wordlessly get up and go back to their duties.

"Stop squirming, boy,"

The Dragonborn sneers at your words. "I am sure we're the same age."

You stare at him and sigh, "Okay, same-age-boy, stay still. The ointment is going to sting a lot, but at least your wrists won't hurt too much."

His right wrist is cold to the touch but his left one feels like he has a fever. For a second your fingers linger on the skin as you think. If he has Ice powers and a fire quirk, were they distributed on the opposing sides of his body? Before you could conclude, he shakes off your hands.

"Better now?" you ask while wiping your hands over your trousers.

Silence, but you'd guess he's good to go.

"Do you have a name?"

"A name?" he replies, mismatched eyes squinting.

You nod and he speaks again, "What do you need it for?"

"I'm tired of referring to you or calling you by 'Dragonborn', 'uhm', makeshift nicknames and 'oi'," you shudder. "The 'oi' makes me feel like Bakugou and that's weird."

Silence again, which makes you sigh. If he kept it up with the silent treatment, your cover of a devoted researcher will be blown before you figure out what to do with him. Maybe you should simply leave him alone, you think, and get up to move away.

"Shōto. That's my name." you smile weakly and tell him your own.

The conversation dies after and you're alone with your thoughts again. Shōto. It reminded you of someone you knew a long, long time ago. The beloved wife of Chief Todoroki, who passed away during a particularly hard winter. You're warm with loving memories of her and your mom knitting together while you told them new stories you had learned that day.

Then you freeze on the spot, terrified. The dead wife of you Tribe leader, a woman with snow-white hair and piercing gray eyes, specific physical traits your kind was incapable of possessing, at least not both at the same time. But now you could think of one that could, a half-offspring of theirs quietly eating right behind you.

Well, shit.

Word count: 1,034. I seem to like the number 1,030.

first few chapters will be shorter until I get the setting right. I hope you enjoyed.

- b

[bodyswapmischief]

The Necromancer

(Spring Break Pirates 13 of 14)

[Mr. Black]

Aw, Simon. So, have you come to report back to me. Yes, I know ... I know Thomas has been taken care of. There's no need to lie ... I know you didn't kill him. I know you think you took mercy on him. You took him off the ship.

Mad ... why would I be mad? Yes, told you to kill him. But, what you did was even worse. I'm mean ... you, took him off the boat, without knowing what would happen to him. Death, now, death, would have been the mercy option. It's fast and his soul would have a purpose. What you did was wicked. You had no idea were he was going to go. For all you know he can be stranded at sea dying a slow death. Heck, he could even be burning in the endless torture pits of hell.

So, no, I'm not mad. You've done a swell job at tainting your soul.

[Simon]

No, your wrong. I gave hime a chance ... I gave him a chance to live. But, if he is ... if he his in a worst fate. Did, I?... Did I ... ,no, I can't think like that.

Your game is up! Black, You've been ahead of all of us this whole time. I thought sacrificing Thomas would let me get closer to you. But, it was all part of your plan. You knew what I was going to do all this time. You created an illusion. You made be believe I could figure out a way to stop you. But, this has all been part of your plan.

You made me believe this was all some sort of selling of human sex toys. But, it's more than that. Your up to something bigger. That's not your goal at all, at least not anymore. I don't know your true plan, but I know I must be a key part. Which leads me to the big difference between me and you. I'm not evil and I don't crave this power. So, the best way I can stop you ... is to kill myself.

Yes, don't be surprised. You should have seen this coming or did you miscalculate. I don't want become like you. This poison I brewed will burn up my soul. I don't know what will happen when, I'm gone but, I can only hope it delays you and someone smarter can stop you. *chug*

[Mr. Black]

No, you fool. Stop! Damn it! Boy! I have to act fast. You can still be saved. My work won't be stopped, I've come to far. Now open your mouth and drink this, yes! See! The fear of dying is too strong. I knew you would come to your senses.

Ugh! What! My dagger ... you found my dagger. If I'm stabbed with this dagger, I'll die. You ... you outsmarted me.

...

Haha Haha Haha Haha, or maybe you should look again. I guess you couldn't see through the illusion, but spoiler alert, I was standing behind you the whole time. I can read you like a book, Simon. That was the oldest trick in it. Let's see who you really stabbed... aww, if it isn't the poor captain. With Thomas gone, his blood is now perfect. The blood of a man that has nothing to live for.

Sorry, for the trick, but to unlock your necrotic potential, I still needed you to take a life. Yes, that pain you're feeling right now. That's your soul being forever altered. From taking your first life. From this moment on your a full bloodied necromancer. The process would normally take days of excruciating pain, but luckily you won't be around that long. Now, stay there, not like your moving anytime soon.

Let's bring the other pieces for my final spell. Boys! ... gather around the circle. Yes. Yes! Everything's coming together.

The Harem, the four sacrificial souls that will power the spell. The Carpenter, a man with amazing physical strength and athletic ability. Ah, my boy Eric, this will hurt a for a second but let me split your soul in two, because I need both of you ... my powder monkey and my treasure. The booty ... the treasure, a man with amazing looks. The Navigator, a man with a strong complex mind. A mind with a lot of moving pieces, only a true navigator could explore it. One capable of imprisoning a demon, right Damian. Next, the powder monkey, a man so loyal to the captain he is willing to do the most dangerous and demeaning jobs. A perfect condition to place on chaining a demon to my will.

What, Simon, don't be shocked. Yes, I did bring back a special guest. The Deserter, a man with a mine so broken that others trapped inside will never be able to come out.

And, Finally you my dear Simon. You.

Looking back, this was supposed to be another routine trip. Creating sex toys for clients. But, I started picking your vibe and saw a greater opportunity here. With you natural affinity to this power, I knew I needed to absorb you. I needed that power. My Cabin boy ... my apprentice ... my necromancer. And by combining all our bodies, I will be a supercharged half-demon necromancer.

Yes ... it's working ... look at us. We're perfect. I'm perfect. I can feel all this power rushing through me. The dark energy is rushing through my viens and leaving it's mark. My body is reshaping itself into the perfect vessel. The erotic euphoria. The strength, the knowledge, the youth, the power, and the sensual pleasure of possessing a fresh new body.

Yes! I did it! Now, no one can stop me. Not even ... the master. I can finally dethrone him.

[Simon]

Sorry about that. But, I think you shouldn't count your chickens, just yet. What you're surprised? You shouldn't be able to still hear me? Well looks like you shouldn't think so little of me.

I picked up on our friend Damien here. I sensed an different energy and it led me to him. A demon you have pissed off. It was tricky, as necromancers we have an easy time working with human energy but, it's hard reading a demon's energy. So, I don't blame you for not knowing thst he was in a different body. Maybe if you took your time, you could have sensed it.

You needed him trapped but, let's just say we made a deal. And, I allowed him into my body. So, no he wasn't trapped in the navigator's mind. He was free in mine. Yes. Yes, you should be worried. He's also, here sharing this subconscious. Waiting for me to give the order. Nope, you can try that. But, you only have 1/3 vote on what this body does. So, no casting for you.

Now, time to undo, what you did. FUCK! this pain! I'm literally ripping bodies, minds, and souls apart. Fuck!!!!

*panting* Now, Damian, take him before he has time to act.

...

So, he's burning in hell. Well, I guess that's a start. Remember the rest of our deal. I free you, you take him and the rest of his absorbed souls as your torture toys. But, you restore the souls of my friends in the harem, including Leo, heal up the captain, and let me and my friends go, with no additional strings attached.

Yes, I'm sure I don't want you to restore our original bodies. Unless, you changed your mind and are going to do it for free. Yeah, I thought so, I can't have my friends become enslaved to a demon. I just got us out of the clutches of a necromancer. I'll have to find some other way to fix us.

Again, thanks for everything. I couldn't have done it without you. And, you couldn't have done it without me. We make a good team. Maybe one day will work together, again.

But, for now, time to sail back to the beach and find a way to reverse what was done to us.

[punkscowardschampions]

Sick Kids

gotspoons: [A chatroom/forum situation for teens with invisible illnesses/disabilities, a resource that is recommended when you can't go to IRL groups for your health/they aren't in your area etc] gotspoons: Ticked one whole thing off my to-do list today, feeling like a champ 💪 also feeling like a 2-hour long nap, who here relates? 🥱 tigerbalm: 🖐 took my nap earlier & yet 😴💤 brainpain: 💕🛏 brainpain: long lasting relationship with my memory foam mattress gotspoons: There is NO limit on the number of naps necessary to make it through the day tigerbalm: or the number of abandoned to-do lists, what was your 1 thing? gotspoons: 🚿 looks like breakfast will have to wait tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: @brainpain I have so many memory foam pillows in every room of my house I'm basically a shareholder 🙌 brainpain: @tooexhaustedtolivevicariously same but I've got my fave, I call him Edgar tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 👏🙏 thank you for your service, Edgar tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: must name mine, only named the chariot 🦼 Charlton gotspoons: [ihatemyguts has entered the chat] gotspoons: A newbie, welcome! tigerbalm: 👋 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: love the username, what ails ya? tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: because this is the only place it's acceptable to ask 'what's WRONG with you?' but not the only place you encounter it, right brainpain: but you don't have to answer cos it's also somewhere where you're encouraged to 'express yourself' translation: be an arsehole if you want brainpain: if you don't go hardcore enough to get blocked brainpain: @fibrofog LMAO tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: the normies get to be rude as their default, and it is NOT encouraged to hit people with your cane, let me tell you ihatemyguts: Hi, everyone ihatemyguts: I'll do my best not to be an arsehole, even if my problem only lie directly above said orifice, which makes it a struggle not to be at times ihatemyguts: UC, first flare totally fucked over the family holiday 😬 sorry to that hotel toilet and my long-suffering parents and brother brainpain: newbie got jokes AND comedy timing ihatemyguts: 🚽 humour isn't all I have, I swear, though my life now does revolve entirely around the porcelain throne so it's no surprise I'm anally expulsive, thanks to Freud for that read tigerbalm: Freud's the perv, am I right? ihatemyguts: Totally ihatemyguts: and a big believer in the cocaine cure-all, which my Doctor just wasn't going for, shame tigerbalm: sounds like my sleazy uncle in every way tigerbalm: why does everybody get one? gotspoons: 😂 This chat is worth keeping my eyes open for gotspoons: every family is a play, and we're destined to be the 'sick kid' part gotspoons: other players react accordingly, from the 'can't look at you without crying' to the 'thinks you're making it up for some reason' brainpain: I vote we all go off script like @fibrofog 🤬🚨👿❗️ ihatemyguts: I guess I'm lucky in the sense that if anyone doubts the legitimacy of my illness, I can offer to show them the contents of my stomach/toilet bowl ihatemyguts: that shuts them up relatively fast, not had to go full 🐒 and throw it at anyone yet ihatemyguts: though I'm intrigued by the infamous @fibrofog, who are they, where, and why the infamy? Fill a girl in brainpain: the myth, the legend brainpain: so angry cos I turned 'em down for a romantic rendezvous ihatemyguts: No way! ihatemyguts: I'm glad that napping isn't the only action the memory foam is getting ihatemyguts: we're just like any other teens, right guys? 💁 tigerbalm: @brainpain you know the rules, fedora pics or it didn't happen! tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: you know what they say about disabled chicks, grateful 😉 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: #dontkillmeladies #iamnotasleazyuncle tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: don't think Mr. Fog was even a legit 🥄 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: total predator tigerbalm: if it was my uncle I'm SO sorry 😂 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: family who piggyback are THE worst tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: no, MY disability doesn't make YOU automatically WOKE for not drowning me in the tub or throwing me off the nearest high place I can access ihatemyguts: Honestly, I've never felt as simultaneously popular and unpopular in my life ihatemyguts: people 💬 a big acceptance game on the socials ihatemyguts: but no one wants to actually hang with the girl who can't eat shit and will spend half her time in the 🚽 gotspoons: Everyone's supportive until your disability gets in the way of THEIR perfect life even slightly gotspoons: imagine if they were one of us 👽 brainpain: speak for yourselves, my slurred speech makes me a hit with all my hard partying peers brainpain: get weird without a 🍹 ihatemyguts: hey man, don't let us drag you down 😎 ihatemyguts: if @fibrofog was feeling you, you're WAY too cool for this chat right now brainpain: never have, never will, baby 😉 brainpain: [inandout has entered the chat] gotspoons: OH MY GOD, that's a whole different story...my parents = you need to socialize more, live life! my parents = I don't know if this group is good for you, we think you're being encouraged to display and give in to even more problems gotspoons: thanks guys, you're literally making me more disabled with your disabledness 😂 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It is a cult, well-known fact, leave your productiveness to society at the door and let's all lie here and feel sorry for ourselves, doesn't that sound like fun, kids? 😈 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: and 👋 sup, inandout, not seen you in a while tigerbalm: my parents act like y'all are catching too! Would you like to cage me like a legit 🐅 or? inandout: baited breath inandout: out living that life like @gotspoons parents want tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: It'll be the Olympics next tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 🥇 Hero status with the normies, inspirational, dude inandout: if it'll make adults I've never met proud of me ihatemyguts: I can't believe I've not checked if I'm disabled enough for the paras, oh my God ihatemyguts: are there enough of us for a basketball team? brainpain: if ONLY my former lover were here brainpain: he's gotta be so tall ihatemyguts: Pining for @fibrofog is productive, yeah? ihatemyguts: can pine from my throne just fine brainpain: hands off newbie! I will throw mine brainpain: LOL imagine gotspoons: This group has always had a bias towards too many girls gotspoons: it's almost as if even disabled boys don't wanna talk about their feelings gotspoons: what say you @tooexhaustedtolivevicariously and @inandout? 🤔🤴🤴 inandout: I'd bring friends but you know us CF kids aren't allowed to congregate inandout: and what could I possibly have in common with someone who doesn't share my disease ihatemyguts: So, what is the deal with that, are some of us catching? ihatemyguts: 🐅 parents might have legit concerns inandout: cross infectious but only if you've got what's got me inandout: none of you do so you'll need another reason to turn down hanging out in person tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: my fedora is in the wash? inandout: Fibro could easily say it's my jewishness brainpain: but it's your hunkiness, babe 💪😉 inandout: I'd whistle back at you, Lauren but.... inandout: let's just say you leave me breathless tigerbalm: No names, Zach tigerbalm: it's like a rule ihatemyguts: uh-oh ihatemyguts: if you had a name, Tiger, in theory, like ihatemyguts: 🧐 tigerbalm: Robyn ihatemyguts: Pretty, you others may as well just come out with it now ihatemyguts: even if I'm a massive perv with mad hacking and tracking skills, I pinky promise I won't be able to find you from your given name alone brainpain: give us yours, newbie ihatemyguts: I will, but you'll think I'm giving you a fake one ihatemyguts: it's the gift and curse bestowed upon me at birth, along with potentially dodgy genetics brainpain: your life is 💩 brainpain: but still ihatemyguts: Zelda ihatemyguts: a reference I'm sure you won't get, 'cos you're so 😎 brainpain: I game, the stream was fibros fave hunting ground brainpain: no 💩 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Turns out being a nerd is way easy from the relative (barely but beats death, yeah?) comfort of the memory foam tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: and Rich 👍 only in name, destitute until my next pittance comes in tigerbalm: she's not supposed to 🎮 -headaches -dizziness -light & sound sensitivity but she's a REBEL brainpain: 👌 MOM maybe I'd love a seizure, what do you know? ihatemyguts: I respect it ihatemyguts: gonna be fondly reminiscing over all those dirty, evil trigger foods when they're resecting my bowel 🖕🚔 brainpain: I had a life before I had a TBI, no offense to 👶 Zach inandout: none taken gotspoons: You're all being bad and I cannot support it 🤐😜 gotspoons: and I'm Rosie, I will just 😴 out on you all the time and yes, it's a fantastic excuse for when you don't wanna respond ihatemyguts: I'll commit all of those to memory in a normal, non-creepy manner ihatemyguts: but whilst I'm allowed to be a n00b, what do you all do for school? brainpain: I was nearly done before 🤯 which got me my pity pass ihatemyguts: pity with a point, at least, alright tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I'm waiting to start uni, absolutely no thanks to my school and their totally ableist refusal to make reasonable adjustments for accessibility tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: but fedora or not, I can be a real arsehole, a loud, persistent one at that tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: take my applause now brainpain: 😍 brainpain: take my 💘 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: as long as it's not heavy, m'lady brainpain: you could 💔 brainpain: hold the pieces tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 🧠 just isn't poetic enough brainpain: you know me gotspoons: you guys are so cute 🥰 and your broken brain is beautiful, Lauren gotspoons: me though, I'm barely struggling through school still, so many sick days, so much catching up to do 🥱 just thinking about it and therein lies the problem tigerbalm: my parents are trying to get online classes set up but my headteacher is like a million years old inandout: is he a demon? inandout: that was some scary fiction brainpain: or was it? brainpain: cue up those sound effects tigerbalm: if we're gonna talk about hypnosis, I'm out ihatemyguts: that was some serious creepy uncle vibes ihatemyguts: why did he need that level of control ihatemyguts: 🐘 in the room tigerbalm: I have a hippie cousin too, alternative therapy talk is so triggering ihatemyguts: I need a memoir re. your family sitch immediately 😂 ihatemyguts: you get the food purists coming @ me as if I just eat the right thing I'd be 'cured' tigerbalm: I'm working on a screenplay but I've never written a script before, I did find an online class for that easily though ihatemyguts: that's actually 😎 ihatemyguts: soz, Lauren brainpain: she's our lil busy 🐝 brainpain: step your game up, Zachary brainpain: supposed to be you, bro inandout: let Robbie have it, she has more sick days to fill up ihatemyguts: always have your 🥇 inandout: I can pin it on like a star when I got to school with the masses inandout: let them know I'm not what normal looks like ihatemyguts: only the others like you need to have the scoop on that though ihatemyguts: really fucks with the segregation in a big way inandout: “I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.” ihatemyguts: Tattoo idea inandout: if I make it to 18, I'll do it ihatemyguts: how long you given yourself there? inandout: I turned 14 in may, the party was a full blown rager inandout: 🏥🎂 ihatemyguts: you like ruining events too? ihatemyguts: what a coincidence, don't just do family holidays inandout: if I can't blow up 🎈 nobody can ihatemyguts: 🥳 smug bastard inandout: I find that party blower offensive inandout: Rosie! That's a strike for the new girl ihatemyguts: Come to me when it's as culturally iconic as 💩 ihatemyguts: my next (first) tattoo right there inandout: how long are you waiting for that masterpiece? ihatemyguts: was 14 in March ihatemyguts: if we both make it, it's a date inandout: cool inandout: way I'm going that'll be my first one brainpain: now I feel like a pervy OLD uncle brainpain: thank you 👶s ihatemyguts: Lemme guess? ihatemyguts: I'm thinking 19 brainpain: spooky brainpain: I'm an Aquarius if anyone cares ihatemyguts: our 🌟s aligning might be too close to alternative for comfort tigerbalm: I'm a cancer, which is awkward tigerbalm: not my diagnosis ihatemyguts: at least it's memorable ihatemyguts: literally tacked on at the end, who's remembering 🎣 tigerbalm: I hope my 16th will be, for the right reasons tigerbalm: I've still got 5 months left to plan ihatemyguts: 🤞🤞🤞 tigerbalm: I'll add your name, the others know they're all invited ihatemyguts: that's so nice ihatemyguts: considering this introduction has given away nothing if not I am a terrible guest brainpain: another chat about online safety, Robyn, REALLY? 😏 brainpain: did my failed romance teach you nothing? ihatemyguts: if that isn't a challenge to send a photo and make you feel really weird ihatemyguts: why are we anon anyway, to stop us uprising? ihatemyguts: metaphorically if not literally, no offense xoxo brainpain: f it brainpain: I need you all to sign up to my stream to pay my bills anyways brainpain: [a selfie] ihatemyguts: @fibrofog, I get it brainpain: don't flock to tell me how sexy I am, that'd make it weird brainpain: plus, I know tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I picked an awkward time to check back in tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Rosie falls asleep and anarchy reigns? tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: I'm proud brainpain: 💔 YOU haven't showered me with compliments, but hey tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: if I made it that easy you'd never be 💘 brainpain: 😩 tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: to save any of the rest of you following such a hard act tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: [pic] tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: it's old but still a rough estimation of what I look like on a good day brainpain: 😍 brainpain: You're up, girl Z ihatemyguts: if you're all good looking though, I'm so mad ihatemyguts: [a selfie] ihatemyguts: 💩 inandout: I'm not good looking, I'll go next inandout: besides, Robbie would never bow to peer pressure and Rosie is out for the count inandout: [a selfie] tigerbalm: I am 🙀 tigerbalm: but everyone else has tigerbalm: [the shyest selfie of all time] ihatemyguts: 😻😻😻 ihatemyguts: seriously ihatemyguts: representation done us dirty on so many levels now ihatemyguts: when we're not invisible, why we not so gorgeous tigerbalm: there should be a blushing 😸 tigerbalm: that's the representation I need ihatemyguts: Call me out all you need but I was convinced this whole thing would be a lot more tragic than it has been inandout: tragic Tuesdays are a thing brainpain: no they are f-ing not brainpain: Zachary, just cos the new girl's in your age bracket + shares your 1st initial brainpain: she is not corruptible to you inandout: check us on our date, Lauren inandout: but watch your profanity brainpain: watch me give you a DIY lung transplant gotspoons: Excuse me gotspoons: what is going on here brainpain: nothing babe, it's all a dream gotspoons: 😖 gotspoons: if it was, none of you would be here gotspoons: sorry to say brainpain: we love you too brainpain: hit us with that sleepy selfie gotspoons: You know we aren't meant to give out personal info in the public forum gotspoons: if you choose to privately, that's okay though gotspoons: also I don't look any better for my shower now 🥴🤫 brainpain: you're a hottie gotspoons: 😘 gotspoons: well, my blog IS going to be featured on [insert disability awareness news moment] next month, so it isn't as if you couldn't find 🖼 if you really wanted gotspoons: [photo] tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: Congrats, Ro tigerbalm: a genuine 👏👏👏 tigerbalm: I love your blog gotspoons: Ty, ty 🙇 gotspoons: it's the same as my username, if you wanna check it out, newbie 😄 brainpain: but have you been on the news for being the victim of a violent crime? 😏 just me LOL inandout: Lauren's trading on her fame again inandout: let Rosie have her moment ihatemyguts: pass along all relevant info and I'll 🤓 right up brainpain: @inandout 🍒😃💩👅 brainpain: enjoy the profanity, bro inandout: today's highlight tigerbalm: Zelda could take offence at that, Zach tigerbalm: I think it was nice to meet her ihatemyguts: Not at all ihatemyguts: though it's cultural appropriation to use that emoji without my permission, I'll let it slide 😉 ihatemyguts: nice meeting you all too tigerbalm: I really am gonna have to tell you about my family now ihatemyguts: All I wanted, tbh tigerbalm: everyone else knows this but my parents are white Americans & they adopted me and my brothers who are Native and African American respectively tigerbalm: & you saw me, the Korean girl so ihatemyguts: Ohh tigerbalm: it sounds like a show that should air on ABC family, right? tigerbalm: hella awkward ihatemyguts: I'm brainstorming (p. sure we're not meant to say that, soz) titles rn ihatemyguts: inappropriate question alert, verbal smackdowns appreciated if needed ihatemyguts: did they adopt you knowing you were disabled or is that a new development? tigerbalm: I was gonna call it building bridges but we can't really say that the USA has wronged Korea like the other nations tigerbalm: though they did adopt me knowing so maybe it still works 😄 ihatemyguts: it's got legs tigerbalm: 🦿 ihatemyguts: Ugh, must dash ihatemyguts: 🩸💉s tigerbalm: best of luck ihatemyguts: 💕 total pro by now 💪 brainpain: if I don't 👀 you on my stream I'll 🔎 you here in the forums inandout: a threatening goodbye inandout: can't compete tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: 👋 Hope to see you back here, Zelda tooexhaustedtolivevicariously: though you wouldn't be the first person to 👻 after dropping in, so no pressure, @Lauren gotspoons: but actually, we're always here, some of us more than others, but you'll always find someone to chat to about the things you can't with non-spoonies ihatemyguts: ✌