DON'T MESS WITH ME

:: Fuck This Shit, I’m Out ::

So, there’s a certain incident that’s been going on the past couple of days. To be honest, I wanted to drop this post about it a whole lot sooner, but out of respect for the victim of this in question, I chose to hold off until it hit a pretty evident conclusion. 

Because god only knows if I said anything, it’d be used against her in some ridiculous fashion given my proximity to the circumstances.

Yeah, I was keeping up with the play-by-play on all of this, and frankly, it’s abhorrent.  And no, I’m not putting this under a read more; we’re going PSA on this.

Seeing as how this all went down without any kind of human decency from any of the guilty parties, I have no intention on being gentle with any of you.

So! Let’s start with the weasel responsible who’s been making the rounds on anon.

I saw those asks she was sent. Our little firestarter, hiding behind that mask? You’re a gutless snake.

“Oh but- but defending yourself just makes you look MORE SUSPICIOUS you really should just admit it tho” fuck that and fuck you, I can read between the lines. “If I try and look amicable, maybe I’ll get you to bow down”, that’s what your ass is looking for, and don’t you dare pretend anything otherwise. 

Don’t think you’re clever or unique; I’ve seen this exact shit too many times before. It’s always the same with your type. You stir up the most ridiculous, inflammatory slander, you mask yourself on anon and act all mousy and friendly to get them to budge just a little pretending you’re some totally-different-stranger, and then you go all in with the most hurtful and abrasive shit you can muster now that you’ve gotten your foot in the door. You’re a manipulator, and you disgust me. 

But above all? You’re pathetic.  Lemmie guess, no job? No meaningful relationships or hobbies that keep you occupied? That’s the usual impetus. You have nothing going for you and no better use of your time; the only way you can get any kind of excitement in your life is to try and ruin someone on social media, sling as much dirt you can their way, try and turn their friends and other contacts against them, make up some salacious bullshit or start spreading some asinine rumors to spice that up however you can, and you drag it out. You drag it out to milk as much empty schadenfreude as you can get before you have to return to your miserable doldrums without a target to harass.

Funny thing is, for all the hurt you’ve done? She actually has stable income and a life. That’s likely far more than anybody’ll be able to say about you for a good, long time.

Oh, but we’re not done yet. Mods, mods, mods – let’s talk about you for a hot minute.

That person spent so much time being worried over this, presented clear and concise reasoning for her position, wanted to make sure she handled this as properly and well-organized as possible on your account – and none of it was considered at all. Mods, I know full damn well you didn’t even try to give it a look. All you kept replying with was, “yeah, but we’re triggered by the idea so you’re out though, lul”. Even those she knew didn’t try to actually vouch for her, they just kept informing her of the childishly stubborn refusal to budge. You couldn’t be more transparent in this behavior if you were made of fucking glass.

There wasn’t an ounce of good faith in any of this. She kept trying to play by your standards but you kept shifting the goalpost every time because you had no intention of fair assessment to begin with. Words of wisdom from one of my Psych teachers, “You can’t have a discussion with someone who’s already decided for themselves that anything you say is wrong.”

Your heads are getting too big. I mean, it started way back with banning entire series from application, not even R-rated or pornographic, just exclusively because they bothered your little feefees, but the slow burn’s been encroaching. Now you’re making irresponsible judgement calls and acting on sensationalism rather than anything remotely resembling good sense. 

The fact that at least one of you has bias in this instance towards getting rid of her because she has muses you want doesn’t help matters.

This exact shit is why citta-alverea sunk, and you’re not gonna be too far behind at this rate. A bullshit incident like this is just where it starts. 

I mean, keeping someone around who nuked the masterlist because of relationship issues certainly wasn’t a good start in the first place.

So, out just like that, without anything of an honest say?  Well, nifty. So am I.

It should go without saying. I mean, you’ve tarred and feathered my friend on a whim with one of the worst labels you can put on a person, and you think “just try again in six months teehee” helps the situation? As if any of the people she’s RPing with are still going to be here, to speak nothing of being able to come back after what you’ve just done; fuck off, nobody’s dumb enough to buy that.

Besides. To begin with, the job that just got started with her Roll Caskett? Obviously can’t proceed now. I tried to get Kunio involved with other Atlus muses, but I keep getting passed over, so there’s no point in him sticking around if Ume’s gone. And for crying out loud, I apped Arthur for her to begin with.

So, that’s about the long and short of it. Though I do have some specific words in parting to give–

@gungnirclad​, @beyond-use​, thank you for your interest in the guild. Sorry about this turn of events; I’d been drafting up some introductory job things, but seems that won’t be taking off. I wish you luck in finding other jobs for your muses!

@edgeworthwrightanythingagency, assuming this place is being checked anymore, Kunio’s out in the investigators as well. Hey, upside, there’s another open investigator slot for muses so inclined.

For all the Fate muses who gave Arthur a great opening, thanks, seriously. I got a pretty universally warm reception, and it didn’t go unappreciated. Never forget Roman is guilty of brownie crimes.

Mods? …I can’t really say anything. Pretty sure you’re beyond help.  Our little upstart who’s probably so proud of themselves? [ by request of the actual victim in this situation, I’ve been asked to specify the obvious that this is not speaking in regards to real csa victims of which the instigator is obviously not, not for you jokers’ sake ] you are bad and you should feel bad

Oh, and the responsible party who started this shit; if you want to go stirring the pot in my inbox for speaking out against this?  Go ahead. Anon’s off. Put up or shut up.

He could be teasing her but she liked the proposition. It was a shame humans had so many necessities that the idea of him breaking a bit was bothersome. He wasn’t a pet to care for but she wished to provide and fulfil every need and desire he might have. 

Her face flushed red, embarrassed by how he so casually pointed her demeanour – happy and cute, words that were still so foreign at times. Fingers trailed through Kunio’s hair, toying gently with it. She had to focus on something else, otherwise she would lose control of the situation.

“It was originally white…” When she was a human, when she was only Ume. The darkness of these strands were a convenient disguise and now it seems that she lost entire control of it. “I should just eat you up then to prove your theory.”

“But I’d doubt you would have much of a chance to focus on my hair.”

That was the hard thing about being in a relationship. It’s like there just wasn’t enough hours in the day to have exclusively with the other person and just tell the rest of the world to piss off.

...Then again, he was a borderline-vagabond and she was a literal demon. Was there really any reason they couldn’t do exactly that? Because it seemed like they were both the exact kinds of people who could.

...Ehh, she had a great gig at that bar, though. He wouldn’t want to throw a wrench into that.

“Pssh, just because I noticed that doesn’t mean that’s what’s got my most focus right now.” He reaches up with a free hand, teasingly flicking her forehead. “Besides, you do that, and I won’t be able to keep your lap warm. There’s a whole lotta space here to cover, y’know.”

It’s at this moment that Kunio decides to accentuate his point, by taking his other hand and gently laying it along one of those porcelain-skin thighs, softly rubbing the silky skin up and down in a steady, rhythmic motion.

“You know me so well, Kuni.” 

As if that was actually good.

“Don’t tease me like that, I’d send my boss to hell in a heartbeat to hole up with you here.” She is more than capable and willing, it’s best to not set such a challenge to her. “Ah, but I’d let you do more than just rest on my thighs…”

“Who says I’m just teasing?” He is, mentally, but he still wants to play this up a bit. “You got those sashes of yours; you can totally reach the fridge and stuff from here without having to move at all.”

Kunio blinks in momentary surprise as he takes note of something-- weird. Was that just a trick of the light, or...? Curiously, he gingerly takes hold of one of the long, flowing locks of hair flowing down like a curtain, raising it in cupped hand. Sure enough, the color had...

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“Interesting choice of last words, maaaaan. But who am I to judge?”