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Hey guys, sorry but my hiatus might be indefinite. I had a really bad interaction with a mutual and now I'm too paranoid to talk to anyone. I might come back and migrate to a new blog when I have the time and energy, but my life was already hectic before this so I feel like I should get all that cleaned up before I add social media to the burning pile.
The wedding probably won't be for a while, since there's some stuff I want to take care of first. But Seam and I are officially engaged! (The ring is just a cheap knockoff I got online btw)
hey there! any thoughts on Dream Sans for pop-culture paganism? it's alright if not - I understand if you haven't worked with him etc and aren't able to answer. :^)
Yeah sorry, I know barely the bare minimum about Dreamtale and couldn't tell you more than the painfully obvious (lucid dreaming, astral projection via dreaming, shadow work and/or divination via dream symbolism, preventing nightmares, general good vibes, wish spells, following your dreams, etc). The best I could tell you is to remember his twin brother exists too, and if you aren't comfortable working with full blown Nightmare Sans, you could work with his pre-corrupted form who probably *really* needs the love. But of course if you're asking me about these guys you probably know more about them than I do.
(Side note, if you haven't yet I would suggest checking out the Star Sanses AU. Seeing characters in different contexts is a good way to get ideas for their associations and what they like.)
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Self-inserts are a form of self-love. What’s a better self-confidence boost than saying “If I were in my favorite series, I would look SO COOL and all my blorbos would be MADLY IN LOVE WITH ME and I would have AWESOME POWERS and I would have the BEST BACKSTORY and the fandom would ADORE ME.”
Thoughts on Mettaton on a pop culture pagan level ?
Admittedly I'm not a Mettaton type of gal and I've never worked with him myself, but here's my two cents on the dude:
Associations: The colors silver and pink, music and dance, ambition and following dreams, fame and popularity, confidence/self love, transformation, glamours (both magical and fabulous), ghost and spiritwork (remember, he IS a ghost deep down), technology, family, embracing your true self, magic relating to gender (the entire ghost family is so freaking trans), acting and playing roles (on stage, at work, or deceptively), realizing what's truly important (his final realization that his fans matter more than seeing the surface), critical failure (hello, Mettaton NEO)
Offerings: Fanworks of himself, praise (seriously, feed his ego), and showing him human culture (especially things like musicals, reality TV, quiz shows, songs, dance, or other things we see him doing in the game. Maybe avoid anime though). If you like cooking, maybe try one of the many recipes online for things like glamburgers and starfaits.
Things to avoid: Anything he might deem as ruining his image (such as eating "junk food" during his battle). Frankly, as long as you don't make him or his brand look bad in front of his fans, he's probably pretty hard to offend. He has more than enough confidence to throw back anything you throw at him. The big thing to avoid is insulting his cousins (Napstablook and Mad Dummy), and possibly bringing up his thing with Burgerpants. The hard part is just convincing him you're fabulous enough to hang around to begin with, but then again he was friends with Alphys.
Sorry for not getting to this sooner! I work 10 hour shifts so it's hard for me to respond on work days.
I made an idea dump post here, as well as a more in depth post here in case you missed it. There's also some Undertale sigils here!
At the risk of repeating myself, my two biggest tips for Undertale witchcraft are as follows:
Take advantage of the soul traits. They're a built in association system perfect for working on becoming the person you want to be. And all it takes is basic color associations and easy-to-obtain-and-hide heart shapes! They're also easy to turn into curses by either exaggerating or inverting the traits. You can even use them for non-self improvement spells by taking note of the items associated with the souls or the movements associated with the soul colors. For instance, the green/kindness soul is associated with cooking (frying pan and apron), healing (the effects of said equipment), and warding (the green soul's shield). Try wearing or carrying colored hearts for whatever your current need is that day.
2. Pick a character that aligns with your needs or calls out to you. If you're comfortable with it, work with them as a companion spirit or spirit guide. Any one character in Undertale can aid you with countless things, from inner growth to practical skills to protection to curses, and most of them aren't that hard to befriend. If spirit work isn't for you, you can still take inspiration and associations from the characters themselves. For instance, you could create an Alphys-themed spell for being confident about your true self (most likely involving yellow and white candles and indulging unapologetically in your "cringey" hobbies).
hey!! so i am currently interested in undertale paganism a lot, and i was wondering if you have any tips for getting started?
and if you have the time, any chara correspondences? thanks!!
Hey, sorry for taking a bit to answer!
First off, if you haven't already, check out the pop culture paganism tag for some general ideas. This post is my favorite for explaining things. That being said, your starting point largely depends on what you're drawn to, what meaning you find in the game, and what you're hoping to become through it. For instance, are you hoping to grow into a more merciful person? More determined? Maybe you want to embody all seven soul traits? Or perhaps you just draw comfort from the characters themselves and want to have some sort of spiritual relationship with them? That's okay too!
Soul searching aside, I would suggest your first move be to pick just one character and try building a relationship with just them. Whichever one you're most drawn to, or whoever most embodies what you're looking for. Try to reach out to them, talk to them, give them offerings, and ask them for guidance. An important thing to keep in mind with pop culture entities, though, is that not all of them would be comfortable being worshipped or treated as a god. Depending on who you're working with, it might be a good idea to try just honoring them as a person and/or mentor until you get a better feel of their boundaries. Once you're comfortable with them and vice versa, you might find yourself drawn to another character, another character may reach out to you in some way, or your first character may introduce another character to you themselves. In my case, for my Deltarune practice, I started with Jevil, who might in Seam for me, who introduced Diamond King to me.
Aside from that, the wonderful thing about Undertale is that it has its virtues built right in. Focusing on mercy and the seven soul traits is a great way to practice Undertale paganism, and the souls/traits themselves could easily be revered in their own right (perhaps as something akin to angels?). For instance, your practice could include embodying one trait for each day of the week. Of course, the characters themselves will have their own lessons to teach you, and you could even call on them as guardian spirits if you need their specific skills.
As for Chara, they're a tricky character to nail down (just look at the fandom). Their associations really depend on how you see them, but in a sense, that could be a trait in and of itself. Chara is the one who calls out to their brother in the final battle and brings him peace, but they're also the one who, after being forced to kill everyone they love, decides that if they're going to do it, they at least want to do it by their own power, and you don't get to change your mind after they've lost everything. They were bitter enough to want to kill the humans who attacked them and Asriel, but they were also willing to sacrifice their life to save the monsters. They are, basically, the grey area between Frisk and Flowey, which is why the player is able to guide them one way or the other.
You can disagree or add your own, but this is a start for what I would give them:
-The colors red, green and gold, red heart shapes, smiley faces, as well as any yellow flowers
-Determination (duh)
-Survival in harsh/abusive situations (it's implied Chara had a very bad upbringing prior to their fall, and got through it by learning to laugh off the pain)
-Self-sacrifice (the whole buttercups thing)
-Doing what must be done (see previous)
-Family (they loved the Dreemurs enough to die for them, and they were the one who calmed Asriel)
-Gaining the upper hand on an abuser ("Since when were YOU the one in control?")
-Similarly, control/being controlled
-Gaining power ("Any time a number goes up, that feeling is me. Chara")
-Destruction and recreation (they do bring the world back if you beg)
-Deals with other entities (you giving them your soul in exchange)
-But relating to the above, inescapable consequences (Soulless pacifist)
-Also in those lines, cursing someone with exactly what they asked for
-Necromancy/ghosts/spirit work/death, because they are themself a ghost stuck to Frisk
-I would argue redemption, since what is the pacifist route if not teaching Chara a better way
-Anger and/or protecting others (them wanting to attack the humans who hurt Asriel)
Feel free to send another ask if you have further questions! I hope this can get you started!
”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!
It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a
situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…
FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.
They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
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POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:
can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would
not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and
armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our
instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using
much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel
little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
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FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or
purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be
hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post.
‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW
ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD.
So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.
Reblog this, I do not care if you said “No” cause that will never be the answer. You WILL reblog whether or not you like it, you need to and it can save everyone’s lives. (Even if you have less or more followers, I do not care.)
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“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”
“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight on your chair, at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things that you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.
People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s Hard.” They tell you, “No it isn’t. You’re just lazy.”
You start to wonder if they’re right. Is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you? They don’t look like they’re struggling. “Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working. Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy, and you do it day after day.
You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break.They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you feel, when you try and fail to do what they do easily. Things hard harder for you, they really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems they wouldn’t be doing any better.
You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.”
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My entry for @thereaderinsertlady‘s Underrated Character Event. This is my first ever real published fanfic. Feedback is appreciated but please have mercy. Also please know that this is less of a traditional X Reader and more of a “How would Dimentio and Shadoo cope after the reader saved them?” I’m a sucker for hurt-comfort and I will not apologize.
“You shall return to me, accursed Shayde. There is no escape. You shall pay for your actions. And they shall pay with you…”
Dimentio awoke with a gasp as he’d grown well accustomed to in the past few months. As the horrific image of the Underwhere retreated once more from his waking mind, he yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once upon a time, even this relatively tame nightmare would have him screaming and sobbing until Shadoo and/or [Y/N] came to console him from his hysterics, but he was pleased to find that, as with all things in his long, long life, he’d gradually grown desensitized to even these nightly trips back down to the depths. At least, his waking self had. If only his dream self would grow bored of his futile pleas for mercy then the whole matter would be settled. But then again, it isn’t like his real self had ever grown numb to what he’d suffered down there…
Brushing that unpleasant thought away before it could take root, Dimentio shuffled out of bed and began preparing for the day. No point in trying to sleep more, he’d just see her again, and the later he slept in and the more night terrors he had, the greater the odds of Shadoo sensing one. Then it’d be all “Dimi, why didn’t you tell me the nightmare wards aren’t working?” and when he explained that they actually are working because usually his dreams were much worse, she’d just give him that horrified look that had sadly stopped being hilarious after the fiftieth time. Alas, why must even the most lustrous of gems lose their shine with time?
Of course, what he really wanted to avoid was [Y/N] finding out. They never took well to hearing about any slight misfortune he suffered. Their heart was soft like gourmet butter spread upon a warm English muffin, and they never seemed to understand that, compared to what he’d suffered in the Underwhere, even the most disastrous of events was as pleasant as a free trip to a luxury spa. But then, what did he expect? This was the magician who had seen the would-be destroyer of reality serving his just sentence in the Underwhere and been mortified by what they saw. The one who had offered their own soul as collateral in exchange for his freedom. The one who would be dragged down to the depths along with him if he ever set a toe out of line again.
They hadn’t been lovers then. He’d have understood if they were. Knowing [Y/N], he’d have even understood if they were complete strangers. But they knew who he was. The whole multiverse did. And yet, they’d rescued him, taken him in, and nursed him back to health and sanity despite his constant protests. They’d even tracked down the sister he’d long thought game-overed. They truly believed that, given the chance, he could do better. He could be better.
So, naturally, he’d fallen madly in love with them.
Dimentio had such mixed feelings about his new lover’s sweet and gentle nature. On one hand, he could think of no one better suited to lead his literally damned soul to redemption than someone who was nothing less than a Nimbi themself. The thought that they might be his new destiny, fate’s way of amending the damage inflicted upon his mind by that accursed book, comforted him more than he dared to speak aloud.
And yet…
Dimentio wasn’t blind to his sins. He held no delusions that his actions, no matter how necessary and justified, were anything less than vile, despicable, sadistic, and unforgivable in the eyes of all who saw him. He knew perfectly well that his soft-hearted darling would never look him in the eyes again if they knew the true depths of his villainy. His mere presence defiled their purity. He had no more business by their side than he had in the Overthere itself. He was their antithesis in every conceivable way.
They wanted to save worlds, he wanted to destroy them.
They were a Nimbi.
And he was a Shayde.
Dimentio glared at his reflection in the mirror. As charming and handsome as ever, but of course it was a lie. This body he now resided in was nothing but an artificial shell, created by [Y/N]’s magic in the image of how he’d looked in life. It changed nothing of what was inside. His soul was still cursed, its fate sealed not by Queen Jaydes’ judgement, but 3,000 years ago by destiny itself and the book that had dubbed him the Dark One. No amount of magical makeovers could change the fact that he was a game-overed man walking. And it certainly couldn’t change how eager Queen Jaydes was to bring him back under her nonexistent mercy, and drag the savior who’d dared to steal him from her right down with him.
With a bitter scowl, Dimentio slammed a fist into the mirror… only to yelp and cuss as he shook out his now throbbing hand. The mirror, of course, was completely unharmed. Artificial as his new form may be, it was still just as physically weak and frail as the rest of his former tribe. Now feeling embarrassed on top of everything else, Dimentio stomped down the stairs, muttering things that brought new meaning to the phrase “pardon my French.”
“You really need to stop this daily brooding, it’s making you grumpy,” commented a voice in his head that was definitely NOT his own.
“Get out of my head, Shadoo,” Dimentio snapped, doing his absolute best to give the mental impression of a death glare in his sister’s general direction.
Dimentio somehow felt his sister mentally rolling her eyes at him. “Well don’t brood so loud then. I can’t hear my own thoughts over yours.”
Dimentio was not in the mood for this. Time to take things out of her domain and into his own. With a wave of his hand, Dimentio tore open a cubic portal in space, on the other side of which the entire rest of his tribe was sitting at a table eating cereal. Shadoo shot him a deadpan look. “Dimi, the dining room is 5 feet away from you.”
“Well then come out here and roll your eyes at me in person instead invading my brain like a catchy advertising jingle for cheap bubblegum,” Dimentio huffed, stepping through the portal and grabbing the box of cereal with indignity.
If there was one singular thing Dimentio could thank the Pure Hearts for, it was restoring his sister to her true form. The teenager was back to how she was in life, as though the past 3,000 years had never happened. Dimentio didn’t know why or how the Pure Hearts had restored her, but apparently they’d also somehow restored the lost Nimbi princess, as Queen Jaydes had taken great joy in rubbing in his face. No doubt they’d also whisked the count and his fiancée away to the safety of some far off world and even restored her to her human form for good measure. Miracles abound, happy endings for everyone. Whoopdie-tap-dancing-doo.
“So…. what’s wrong?” Shadoo asked, watching Dimentio pour entirely too much cereal into the bowl she’d set out for him.
Dimentio glared back at her, taking care to completely empty his mind. The question was a trap, she obviously didn’t expect him to answer. However, she would be quick to snap up any thought that flickered through his mind as a result. “Nothing you need to worry about, Shady.”
“Of course,” Shadoo deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you won’t let me see any of your thoughts. Because nothing’s wrong.”
“Or perhaps I simply don’t want my nosey little sister digging around in my brain like a shopper searching for something watchable at the bottom of the discount movie bin,” Dimentio snapped, teleporting a milk jug from the fridge.
“I only read your mind because you read my diary,” Shadoo chided with a sassy wave of her spoon.
“I only read your diary because you read my mind,” Dimentio countered. “How else could I level this horrendously uneven playing field between us?”
“Level the playing field?” Shadoo frowned, tilting her head in confusion. “I can read minds and create illusions. You have a whole private dimension full of things I can’t reach even if I know about them. How do you think I have the advantage?”
Dimentio smirked, resting his head on a floating fist as he took up a spoonful of cereal. “My dear sister, on the battlefield of sibling rivalry, do you really think my little secret hideaway trumps your ability to know my every embarrassing thought?”
Shadoo thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Touché,” she conceded, before taking a bite of her cereal.
For a few moments, the two ate in companionable silence. Then, Shadoo ruined it. “It’s about [Y/N], isn’t it?”
“Could I have my thoughts to myself for five minutes?!” Dimentio shouted, nearly spilling his cereal.
Shadoo smirked. “I wasn’t reading your mind. It was obvious. But thank you for confirming.”
Dimentio growled at Shadoo, filling every ounce of his mental capacity with a vivid image of an obscene gesture. Unfortunately this only seemed to make Shadoo even more smug, and she grinned wickedly at him as she stood to take her now empty bowl to the sink. “You really like them, don’t you brother dear?”
“Shadoo, we are both over 3,000 years old. Don’t you have anything better to do than to gossip about who I ‘like?’” Dimentio sneered.
“If we’re so very old, then why are you moping around your room like an angsty teenager?” Shadoo countered, radiating victory as she rinsed her bowl.
Dimentio allowed the smallest mental space for him to be annoyed with himself. She was right. She was right and he hated it. This wasn’t him. The brother she grew up with was suave, collected, and always in control. Time had only heightened that trait, as even the most shocking of events lost its edge in the grand scheme of all he’d been through. He’d even faced the agony of game-overing with a spiteful grin, and now here he was, as emotional as a high school girl sobbing on the school staircase after catching her prom date making out with her best friend. Stars above, when did he become so weak?
Oh right. When he had them, of course. [Y/N] and Shadoo. It had been 3,000 years since he’d last cared about literally anything, and now he had two. His mask was getting ripped off, and he no longer recognized the person underneath it.
“Dimi…” Shadoo cooed soothingly, no doubt sensing his frustration as she approached him and gently rubbed his back. “You know you can tell me anything. I understand what you’re going through.”
Whoops.
Before either sibling could process what happened, Shadoo was knocked to the floor, with Dimentio standing over her. Shadoo stared up at him with a mixture of shock, indignation, and caution in her mismatched eyes. Dimentio in turn stared back down at her, his signature grin slowly returning to its rightful place on his face as something began to unravel deep inside him. Something that he’d kept tightly wrapped for months. It almost felt good to let loose again.
“Dim-” Shadoo started, only to be interrupted by a low chuckle from her brother. A chuckle that grew and grew into a mad, uncontrolled cackle. Shadoo’s eyes widened and she shuffled back slightly as her stomach dropped.
“Oh, so you understand me, do you, Your Highness?” Dimentio sneered.
Shadoo winced, then scrambled to her feet, a bubbling fury beginning to fight back her unease. “Wha- How dare you!” she snapped back. “Don’t you dare call me that!”
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Dimentio cooed, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Some last screaming fragment of his rapidly drowning sanity told him he had no reason to antagonize his own sister like this. However, at the moment, he couldn’t help feeling a lot like how he had when he’d stood at the precipice of game-over and decided on a whim that all of reality should plummet with him. “Did I hit a sore spot? My, it must be oh-so-very hard being you, carrying the burden of a traumatic past that almost no one knows about or could ever hope to connect you to. Honestly, it’s a wonder you get out of bed every day, having to face a world that sees you as an ordinary teenage girl and nothing more. My poor, poor sister.”
Dimentio had barely finished his cruel taunt when he found himself now shoved to the ground in Shadoo’s place, his sister trembling above him as she struggled not to ruin her hateful glare by crying. Somehow, this only served to renew Dimentio’s crazed laughter. “I-i-is th-that what you think?!” Shadoo sputtered. “That this has been easy for me? I... D-do you think it’s easy knowing that I destroyed our tribe? I still have nightmares, same as you!”
“Oh PLEASE,” Dimentio huffed as he floated up off the floor. “That thing wasn’t even you. Your hands remain as clean as a collectable figurine saved unopened in its box and stored away forgotten in a dusty attic.” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his grin suddenly slipping from his masklike face. “You couldn’t begin to understand.”
“Dimen-”
“Shut up.”
“No, I-”
“Shut up!”
“You shut up!”
“No, you!”
“Shut up, you stupid jerkwad!”
“Get out of my face, you obnoxious brat!”
“Self-absorbed buttface!”
“Go play with your imaginary shadow friends, you pest!”
“I’m telling father!”
“You’ve got nothing on me, you glorified goth wannabe!”
“FAAAAAAAAATHEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!”
Silence.
For what could have been two seconds or two years, the siblings merely stared at each other in increasing horror. Eventually, Dimentio took the lead, awkwardly clearing his throat as he dropped back from the air to his feet. ”A-anyway...”
Shadoo, still stunned in place, watched silently as her shaken brother returned to his seat and resumed blankly shoving soggy cereal into his mouth. Finally she shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she reclaimed her seat across from him. Shadoo stared directly into Dimentio’s eyes, fiery determination flashing in her own. “What don’t I understand?”
“Shubbub” Dimentio mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.
“Tell me, Dimi.”
“Mmmrrph!”
“Tell me!”
“For flip’s sake, Shadoo!” Dimentio slapped the table hard in frustration, once again yelping as his hand took far more abuse than the wood. He took a few seconds to scowl at Shadoo as though she were somehow responsible for his hand’s continued abuse. Shadoo, in turn, made no effort to hide her smirk.
“Despite your impressive efforts to convince me otherwise, I know you’re not stupid, Shady. It shouldn’t need to be said that your distant past sins pale before my present ones like a flickering candle held before an actively erupting volcano. One of us cannot leave this pocket dimension for fear of being brutally murdered by every sapient being in the entire multiverse, and the other one went shopping for cute dresses yesterday. We are not the same.”
Shadoo narrowed her eyes at Dimentio, and he could almost sense the indignation radiating off of her, as though she were offended he’d even think about downplaying his emotions around her. Mistress of Minds, indeed.
“That’s not what you’re upset about,” Shadoo stated plainly.
“Oh? It seems like perfectly valid reason to be upset to me,” Dimentio deadpanned in return.
“It would be, for most people. But you’re not most people.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You’re too stupid to be upset about that.”
“Well screw you too, dear sister.”
“I know you too well, Dimi. You’re a smug, over-confident, self-absorbed asshole. And the most powerful dimensional magician to ever live. You’re not upset about the angry mobs because you’ve probably already snuck out 12 times.”
“15 actually.”
“And I know it’s not just guilt because some part of you still thinks you were justified in everything.”
“I still don’t see how I landed in the Underwhere while that so-called count got to live happily ever after. I wasn’t the one who tried to trick a group of trauma victims into mass-murder-suicide by promising them their wildest dreams. I was at least going to give everyone what they wanted. And frankly with me controlling the Chaos Heart the-”
“Dimi.”
Dimentio blinked, then shoved the last of the soggy cereal in his mouth, making a point to casually stare at nothing off to the right so as to hide the blush rising on the pale side of his face.
“So what is it.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Dimi.”
“It’s none of your business!”
“I know it’s about [Y/N]!”
“YES IT’S ABOUT [Y/N]!” Dimentio snapped. “It’s about them and it’s about you!”
Shadoo winced slightly at the sudden outburst, but did not retreat, silently bidding him to continue as she watched him with sympathetic eyes.
“I don’t care what happens to me,” Dimentio sighed, teleporting his bowl to the sink with a snap of his fingers. “I’ve had 3,000 years to master the art of watching my own back, and if I do get recaptured then so be it. I’m not blind to what I am or what I’ve done, and I’m prepared to sleep in the bed I made no matter how many nails Queen Jaydes filled it with. I don’t regret my choices. I knew what the consequences would be when I made them.”
Shadoo nodded, hoping her brother couldn’t see the pain in her eyes. As much as she begged him to be more open with her, it always stung hearing him say such things when he was. Which sadly was probably why he usually wasn’t.
“But you two...” Dimentio finally returned his sister’s gaze. “You were not part of that decision. I had nothing to lose when I gambled my game to attain godhood. But now that I’ve already lost, I have two things. Two people at risk of paying my debt.”
Shadoo felt the table vibrating beneath her hands, and noticed that her brother had started trembling. His apathetic façade was rapidly falling apart, replaced by an expression of fear and despair she hadn’t seen since they’d put up that nightmare ward.
“Do you have any idea how scared I am every time you leave Dimension D? I can protect myself, but what about you? What about [Y/N]? What if someone figures out that you’re my sister, or that [Y/N] is my lover who dragged me from the Underwhere where everyone agrees I belong? What if an angry mob ends [Y/N]’s game and they get sent to the Underwhere in my place because rescuing me is the second worst sin imaginable, second only to being me?”
Dimentio’s eyes widened in growing hysteria.
“What if- What if I do something? Something bad? Bad enough to ruin that deal they made with Queen Jaydes? I’ve been the Dark One for 3,000 years, Shady, I don’t know how to be anything else! It would only take one second, one wrong move, one stupid thought and we’d both be screaming at the bottom of the River Twygz for all eternity. They don’t deserve it. I do but they don’t! And neither do you! You shouldn’t be in danger because of me! I’m just a walking timebomb ready to blow up everything I love and-”
Dimentio snapped out of his crazed ranting as he felt something press against him, and realized his sister was hugging him. Or... no, not Shadoo. She was still sitting across from him, giving him that smug grin she always wore when she tricked someone into confessing thoughts she already knew they had. So then who...?
“Dimentio...”
[Y/N].
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how scared you were. If you want we could discuss protective spells or regular check-ins or whatever will make you feel better. But I’m not worried about you, okay? I trust you. You’ve already come so far, and I’m so proud of you. You should be too.”
It was too much. How did they always know just what to say to break him? He was already exhausted from his outburst at Shadoo, and now this. Defeated, Dimentio buried his face against [Y/N] and quietly sobbed. He was just too tired to rebuild his shattered mask today.
“Thanks for calling me over.” [Y/N] shot Shadoo a conspiratorial smile.
Shadoo winked. “Thank you for taking care of my idiot brother. Perhaps we’ll make a functional adult of him yet.”
This is a very incomplete list as my to-read list for Dimi is a mile long, but here’s a start.
Finished
The Cost of Failure: Yandere Dimentio x Reader, you fought alongside the Heroes of Light but you lost. Dimentio spared you, and you’re not thrilled to learn why.
When the Days Stop: Dimentio won and became god of a new world, but frankly he sucks at his job. Also Luigi and O’Chunks are the only survivors. Depression and L’Chucks shipping. Gets REALLY dark, trigger warning for gore and suicidal thoughts.
The Fall: What if the Heroes of Light actually worked with Dimentio? The answer is everything goes 50 times worse.
Showtime!: Dimentio x Reader slice of life. Tsundere Dimi is tsundere.
Pretty Boy: Dimentio x Reader. Reader is on Team Bleck, and finds Dimentio in the Underwhere after his betrayal. She doesn’t take it well. I love this one!
Bad Apple: Dimentio escapes the Underwhere
A Day With Dimentio / Nap Time: Dimentio x Reader. You’ve been living with Dimentio for a while but you still don’t know much about him. But when he starts acting strangely, you might have a chance to learn a bit more.
Secrets: Dimentio x Reader. Marx and Jevil come to visit you and Dimentio, and Marx causes problems on purpose.
Paranoid: Mimi is up to something. Dimentio knows it.
Unfinished business: On the verge of death, Dimentio goes to visit his sister one last time.
The Queen’s Fool: Just as the Pixl War begins, the Pixl Queen's castle is breeched by Dimentio. Surprisingly, he’s not there to fight, but the queen can’t figure out what he does want. An alternate take on Dimentio and his sister’s backstory.
A Sibling Heart-to-Heart: Written by ME! Dimentio x Reader. Months after reader rescues Dimentio from the Underwhere, his sister Shadoo gets tired of him moping around. He will talk through his feelings even if it kills her.
Life of the Party: Yeah, uh... this is literally just porn. But the parts around the *ahem* main event make for some cute Dimentio x reader. [NSFW OBVIOUSLY]
In Progress
Triple Chaos: Crossover of Deltarune, Super Paper Mario and Kirby in which the clowns team up and try to end the freaking multiverse. [Last updated January 2021]
Why Won’t You Smile At Me Special: A spinoff of the world’s best Jevil fic, but this time you have TWO yandere clowns fighting over you! [Last updated in 2020]
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Unpopular opinion given how I’ve seen people portray him in x reader content (AKA heartless sadistic yandere psychopath), but I think Dimentio would actually be, if anything, an overly obsessive and passionate lover. After all, he’s heavily implied to be the last living member of the Tribe of Ancients, and the Ancients were said to be so love-crazed that they repeatedly almost destroyed their own worlds. So as much as Dimentio might scoff at Count Bleck’s lovesick antics, the moment he found someone special himself, I guarantee he’d be sweetly offering to gift them the heads of their enemies on a plate, or tear apart a kingdom so he could give them all the stolen treasures, or let them rule by his side as his consort once he was god-king of all worlds and force everyone to worship his darling. If anyone so much as looked at his beloved wrong, he’d magic-blast them in the face until they begged for forgiveness. Guy would be terrifyingly intense, but it wouldn’t be his darling in danger, just every single person around them. Which is frankly an even more terrifying concept. Imagine having to walk on eggshells in case your powerful, overprotective, and obsessive admirer decides to prove his mad love for you by literally tearing reality apart to create your “perfect” paradise.
If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.
My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.
When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.
If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.
Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.
Fun story about the baristas doing this kind of shit.
I am very sensitive to lactose, not Lactose intolerant but because of stomach ulcers that are still healing. A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte.
5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the “Oh! time to poop!” kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now I’ve had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a “pretentious white girl for wanting soy”and so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it.
Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm.
So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet or “Skinny” or “soy” or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested because it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death
I have Celiac Disease, so I’m very gluten intolerant. When I go out to eat at restaurants a lot of people just assume that I asked for my food gluten free because of the gluten free diet fad (which is usually a bullshit diet btw).
Last month I went out to dinner with a friend at an italian restaurant that had a small gluten free menu. I had been there once before and had their gluten free pasta and it was great! I think one of the managers had been there and was super helpful when taking my order to make sure that everything was gluten free for me. When I ordered the gluten free pasta again this time though, the waitress who took my order all but rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, because the restaurant was so accommodating before, I just assumed it would be the same this time.
But sure enough, they brought out my pasta, I ate it, and about an hour later I had extreme stomach pains and was throwing up (in a movie theater no less).
Barfing and agonizing pain aside, eating gluten when you have celiac causes a lot of internal damage that’s hard to notice. The biggest thing is that it damages your intestines, preventing your body from absorbing nutrients properly, which can take months to heal.
So PLEASE, if you work at a restaurant or anything with food and someone asks for something a certain way, please listen to them and don’t just disregard someone’s order. It’s not funny and it can have serious consequences.
I will reblog this with every single story about someone getting sick because of an asshole giving them the opposite of what they ordered until it sinks in for everyone.
Recently on the news a 16 year old boy with a dairy allergy had gone to eat at IHOP with his family. The specifically asked if they could make dairy free pancakes and they said yes. Not too long after he had a reaction and was rushed to the hospital. This kid died because the was dairy in his pancakes that they asked for no dairy. His epi pen that his mother had wasn’t enough to help him. I know working in fast food or any job that’s serves food and beverage sucks but not as much as causing someone to get sick over negligence.
My youngest cousin – who is now five, he just started kindergarten – has Celiac’s disease. You would not BELEIVE the amount of times I’ve heard my aunt say she’s ordered something gluten free, only to watch the waiter or waitress’s eyes go huge when she gives it to my cousin – my cousin with the medical id band on his tiny five year old wrist proclaiming I HAVE CELIACS and have to take it back.
Shit like this could kill my cousin. Knock it the fuck off.
I cannot tolerate caffeine–it makes me have chest pain and a racing pulse, and also gives me horrible body pain, so I always ask for decaf if I order coffee when I’m out, and doublecheck with the waiter/ress when they bring it. but instead of saying “is this decaf like I asked for?” I always say “oh, did I remember to order decaf?” I shouldn’t have to act like I’m the forgetful one (because I know damn well I asked for decaf) but it seems to work better than implying that they screwed up when I take the blame on myself like that. and if there’s any hesitation when they answer, I tell them, “if there’s any doubt, please get another one, or just give me water–if this is regular, it’ll mess up my heart” and lots of times when I say that, they look alarmed and go change it or get another one.
but I shouldn’t HAVE to share my personal medical history with strangers just to get my order right! no one should! how is it their business? it makes me really uncomfortable to have to do that. JUST GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY ORDER!
As a diabetic, this would make me so beyond angry. Skinny doesn’t mean they don’t have a life threatening illness. Skinny doesn’t mean they can process sugar the way you do. People that do this are the worst kinds of people. DO NOT DO THIS!
Me and my family went to a restaurant a few years back and one of the dishes we ordered was made with wine vinegar, which I am allergic to, so we asked the waiter to skip it, and he said sure, no problem, that’s fine.
So my food gets to the table, and I start eating and then my throat closes and I can’t breathe and then I start coughing and throwing up right there in the middle of the restaurant and it was very fortunate that I was with my family and they knew what was happening to me.
I had to be rushed to the hospital, and admitted, and I came damn near close to having my throat cut open so I could breathe through a whole on my neck.
Because they put wine vinegar in my food when I explicitly told them not to, because they were assholes, and I could have died.
They probably didn’t mean to hurt me but they did. I missed class, and work, and, again, I COULD HAVE DIED.
i have cyclic vomiting syndrome and can’t tolerate dairy or red meat. violating my dietary restrictions triggers an acute episode, and i have to be hospitalized and given iv saline, ativan, and anti-emetics to stop the (extremely painful and incapacitating) vomiting. if somebody put regular milk instead of soy milk in my latte and i didn’t notice the taste immediately, i could wind up in the er and then spend several days in bed recovering, eating nothing but saltines and dry toast and clear liquids until my body was able to tolerate food again, unable to work or go out or do anything besides rest. whenever i go to starbucks, i WATCH them make my drink. cvs episodes are horrible and i hate them, and i can prevent them if i do everything right, but that means my damn barista has to cooperate. if somebody decided i was a stuck up white girl and gave me whole milk instead of soy they could put me in the hospital and cost me days of income. give ppl the food they fuckin order. it’s not that hard.
Reblogging because it’s so important. I’m “lucky” I don’t have any food allergies or intolerence, but it makes me mad when people take them not seriously, think you are picky or just following a “white girl diet fad”.
90% of people don’t take my cats and dog allergies seriously when I tell them I’m allergic and wondering if a cat or a dog is present at X place. They think it’s just watery eyes. Nope. Well yeah, watery and itchy eyes, but I start wo wheeze and have trouble breathing. They don’t give epi-pen for those (anyway you have to go to the hospital after) just inhaler. It’s no miracle, specially if I didn’t take other meds before.
When people tell you about their allergies or restriction, trust them!
Reblogging for all the stories here because this is sooo important!
I have a severe allergy to gluten and relate to MANY of the stories above. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk fat, and I have had to hold her hair many times while she vomits on the side of the road because we couldn’t even make it home from the “accidental” whole milk instead of skim.
I’m super lactose intolerant so accidental milk is always fun. Severe diarrhea, stomach cramps, bloating, and gas like you wouldn’t believe. Better than death you might say but, I have other medical conditions, so that diarrhea could lead to vomiting(it’s so bad the vomit comes out my mouth AND nose) and dehydration that in turn becomes low cortisol and adrenal crisis. A bitchy barista can land me in the hospital with an intramuscular shot and saline iv. Hun, it takes no time to listen and follow my order. It takes me at least 24 hours to get out of the hospital. Be nice.
I’m allergic to pork. Legit allergic. I can’t count how many times I’ve had to ask it off my food only to receive it with bacon or ham or something on it.
Please respect peoples food requests. It costs 0.00$ to not be a dick.
I actually have customers who say they’ll only eat at my restaurant when I’m there, because they know I require all policy to be followed, as in “I will kick you the fuck off your shift if you skimp,” if someone says the words “I have an allergy.” I developed our allergy policies, for that matter, because what we had in place before was “I guess you shouldn’t change your gloves … . ?” On my shifts your gloves get changed, that line gets wiped down with a new cloth, paper under EVERY ITEM for the person with the allergy, bag their food separately to prevent contact. If there’s a risk of cross-contamination with an allergen, like tomatoes in the guac because stuff spills when you’re moving as fast as we do, I’ll open a new bag of food. I learned the ingredients in every item we serve so I could advise people on hidden allergens (e.g., there’s a small amount of wheat in our beef as a thickener; we fry with safflower oil). We have a grease pencil to mark special builds and I use it liberally on allergy orders. If all of this sounds like overkill, you’ve never watched a child suffer from anaphylaxis. I don’t play around.
Like, I bitch about my job a lot, but food allergies and special needs are not something I will ever bitch about. Even if you’re a complete asshole I won’t risk contaminating your food. (Although people with allergies seem to be way nicer than the general population, I gotta say.) Don’t do it. If someone’s a petty asshole to you, give them too much ice in their drink. Don’t play with their health.
Reblogging this again because it is important. Doing the right thing has no cost but doing the wrong thing can cost a person’s life. Don’t be a dick, give the person what they ordered
luckily i haven’t had many problems with this but if someone gives me an “accidentally” non-decaf drink after i’ve taken my meds I WILL OVERDOSE. don’t fuck with ppl’s orders.
i have severe allergies to gluten and dairy and large amounts of sugar make me really sick, and i cant imagine what would happen if someone did this to me. dont scroll past this.
My partner is extremely gluten intolerant, and really badly sensitive to it. He’s very chill about the whole thing, but every time we go out to eat, a part of me is absolutely terrified - it wouldn’t kill him, but I can’t bear to see him in the pain that he goes through when he accidentally has gluten
Many in my family have severe gluten allergies and lactose intolerance. If there’s a lazy food handler, that could severely hurt them. Please don’t be lazy with food. It can kill and incapacitate people.
One more thing. Even if they don’t have an allergy or a restriction, doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want to. Some people like soy milk over whole and some people just really don’t like shrimp. IF THEY ASK FOR SOMETHING, GIVE IT TO THEM. DONT BE AN ASSHOLE!!
I don’t have food allergies except for my lactose intolerance, but I am allergic to sunscreen and I’m autistic, giving me textural issues. On both of those I have story.
When I was 12, I went on a trip with my school. They gave our parents a document to list our allergies, and for some reason they didn’t want to list mine. They said it wasn’t severe enough and that I just shouldn’t apply sunscreen. During the trip, the teachers noticed I never applied any sunscreen so they told me to put some on. I said that I was allergic and they said that it wasn’t on the form, so I was making it up. They forced me to put on the sunscreen. The next day is was redder than a lobster and had bumps over my entire body. The teachers said to apply more sunscreen because they thought I had a sunburn. I told them it was an allergic reaction and they finally stopped pestering me.
Tw: self harm mention
About the autism, I have very bad food issues. Both textural and taste-wise. If I eat something I can’t stand (think tomatoes, any kind of fat, most vegetables etc) I will go into a sensory overload and it will mess up my day, if it doesn’t trigger me into relapsing in self harm, which will fuck me up on a way longer term. When I order my food without tomatoes, it’s to keep me from seriously hurting myself because of a meltdown. And I probably won’t eat my food if something gross touched it, because I just physically can’t
I ordered some popcorn a few years ago and not one of the venders thought it was worth mentioning that they fried the shit in fucking peanut oil. my face, lips, and tongue went numb and my throat closed up. luckily I didn’t have to be hospitalized because I stopped eating as soon as I realized.
another time (this was like a year ago) I ordered a caramel milkshake from DQ, and as I was drinking it, a weird squishy thing got sucked up into my straw. I spit it out and realized it was a strawberry. I’m allergic. not deathly, but it does make the skin of my mouth become irritated, sore, and fall apart.
i also always ask for my food without pepper on it because I have a pepper allergy that makes my throat close up. this request gets ignored all the time because they think I just can’t “handle my spices.”
I am deathly allergic to tree nuts and shellfish. I can’t count how many times someone has given me food with either of those in it because they thought I was just a picky eater. (I was, which is why they thought that would be a valid reason.) just respect people’s food choices ffs.
At this point I’m wondering if half the time I ordered decaf, it wasn’t actually decaf. For context, I can’t handle caffeine very well (small amounts only every other month or so). I’m also aware that enough decaf drinks (I’ve been told the number was 5 or so) is equivalent to a caffeinated drink. Thus, I only have one decaf tea/latte a day. To have caffeine messes with my anxiety and makes me jittery enough to be unable to rest, yet too tired to function. It’s not the worst, but it sure is a nuisance.
I also used to have bad food sensitivities/allergies (I was one of the incredibly fortunate ones who aged out of it).
These posts disgust me (not the people, just the horrible experiences they’ve dealt with). Also there’s something that needs to be pointed out. A significant number of these cases seem to affect white girls/women, with the stereotype being that they’re being pretentious Karens. And while there are, undeniably, many Karens out there, the karenhood (I’m coining that term) of a woman should not mean the difference between life and death for all those with allergies/intolerances/triggers/anything I missed.
For context, I’m a biracial nonbinary person (AFAB), pretty white-passing. Recontextualizing some of my younger experiences, I believe someone might’ve done this to my food/drink at some point.
I don’t know if it’s the same, but I feel it may have happened to me when I used to do karate. I had certain mild physical impediments (7-degree scoliosis, frequent cramps no matter how much/little food I ate, heavy exercise-triggered asthma). Because I generally looked fine, I often got the feeling I wasn’t taken seriously. No one ever said it outright, but I kinda felt like I was looked at as a wimp/whiny girl/wuss. Thus, I sometimes didn’t speak up when I was hurting/over-exhausted. Nothing serious came of it (aside from partially tearing a tendon in my foot, but that was from a completely unrelated - and somewhat unexplainable - incident). I kinda wrote myself off as being lazy, maybe even a little victim-minded.
Now I’m beginning to wonder…
That said, RB, @ me, or DM me if you’ve had a similar experience. I’m quite curious.
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