#bitty abuse

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Pip was a little pygmy lamia and, like almost every individual of his breed, he was quite the ungrateful brat. He had been adopted from the bitty adoption center and then returned by his previous owner who had spoiled him rotten, making him believe he was the most important thing in the world and that everything had to revolve around him. His brattiness had gotten so bad, that his previous owner returned him without a second thought despite the little pygmy’s empty “apologies”, a futile attempt to not lose the luxurious and comfortable lifestyle he had been so accustomed to.

One day, a young woman entered the establishment in looks for a small companion who could add some sort of excitement into her life. Pip’s eyes landed on that woman and he immediately got to work to be as “cute” and “charming” as possible, playing up the “widdle baby” act as much as he could. Trying to charm his way into a new home and back into his beloved comfortable lifestyle. The woman wasn’t entirely convinced on Pip at first, but after a “cute” tantrum full of crying blue tears and puppy dog eyes, she ended up adopting him with a simple shrug.

Pip was over the moon once he arrived to his new home, slithering everywhere, exploring every corner of the small apartment, calling dibs on the places he would soon mark as his property. The woman or, as he began calling her, “Mommy” didnt really seem that bothered by Pip’s behavior. When night arrived, she prepared him a small makeshift bed with an empty shoebox and some tissue paper and socks. Pip straight up refused to sleep in the box, demanding Mommy to let him sleep on her bed instead.

“Eh, im not doing that but if you don’t want the bed then suit yourself” Mommy said with a shrug as she picked up the makeshift bed and put it on the closet. “But I gotta tell you the floor gets really cold at night and I tend to lock my door.” Pip was a little taken aback by her reaction. He had expected her to beg him to sleep on the box, or to comply and let him sleep on her bed. He tried throwing another tantrum, this time trying to be clear about what he wanted.

“WAAAAHH!! BUT MOMMY I DONT WANT A STINKY BOX, I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!!! IM SCARED OF THE DARK!!!!” Pip cried, his fake little tears and screams falling on uncaring, deaf ears.

The woman just shrugged and responded with a “sucks to be you, buddy” and went to her room. Pip followed her and tried slithering as fast as he could to slip into the bedroom before she locked the door but all he managed to do was hit his face straight into the hard metal door. She had entered and immediately locked the door shut, and Pip was way too big to slip through the gap between the door and the floor.

But he wasn’t gonna give up so easily! He started banging on the door nonstop, his tiny gloved hands barely managing to make any noise against the metal door. He tried screaming, directly demanding Mommy to let him in immediately. But what Pip didn’t know was that she was wearing sound proof headphones, allowing her to have a good night’s sleep. He ended up sleeping on the cold, hard floor, trembling and shaking with tears of rage in his eyes. This wasn’t over yet, he was gonna make Mommy’s life a living nightmare and she would have no option but to treat him like the king he was.

From that day onwards, Pip tried almost every trick on the book to make Mommy do what he wanted. He started pissing and pooping on her clothes to “teach her a lesson”, but she simply shrugged and said “Cool, I was gonna throw those old rags away anyways”. Whenever she fed him “cheap and disgusting” Bitty Kibble, he would throw the little food bowl back at her but his aim was so pathetic that he barely managed to flip the bowl. He tried stealing her food which only caused him severe food poisoning because the idiot stole and ate a moldy piece of bread that was many years past its expiration date.

He demanded Mommy to buy him a control remote car and other expensive toys but she just threw a crumpled paper ball on his direction as said “There, play with that instead lol”. He threw constant tantrums but she completely ignored him or just didn’t seem to care enough. Even when he had planned on scratching or biting her, his pathetic and useless little fangs and his weak little “claws” did absolutely no damage

He even tried stealing Mommy’s phone and trying to break up with her boyfriend through text. However, the boyfriend could tell that wasn’t how his girlfriend texted, he could tell that it was Pip by the terrible grammar and childish word usage so he sent Pip graphic images of bitty gore which deeply traumatised him. He told Mommy about this, hoping that maybe she would craddle him on her arms to comfort him but all she did was laugh at him. Pip felt humiliated, he couldnt believe she didn’t even comfort him or tried to pamper him after such a horrible thing!

Tears welled up in his little eyes and he went to the corner to fake cry again, looking behind his back every few minutes hoping to see Mommy looking back at him with a guilty expression, but all he saw was she had left for work again. This wasn’t fair! How could Mommy not care about him! He was Pip, the great and magnificet pygmy! The most specialest lamia of all, who deserved all the love and attention in the world!

Pip suddenly got an idea, he was gonna go to Mommy’s workplace and demand her, in front of everyone, to give him what he wanted, like fancy human food, expensive toys, a shiny new bandana and to let him sleep on her bed! Mommy could sleep on the floor if she wanted! Perhaps he could even make up some lies about him being “abused” and “neglected” to ruin her reputation with her colleagues. Yes! That was a great idea! Mommy would surely listen to him if he isolated her from everyone! Pip was sooooo smart!

Pip spent the entire night planning how he would take his plan into action. The next day, when Mommy left for work once again, he swiftly slipped through the closing gap of the door, trying to no be seen by her. Then, he silently slipped into her car and hid there, standing as still and silent as possible while she drove. Then she finally arrived to her workplace and entered the huge, shiny office building. Oh, this was Pip’s chance! This was gonna be so good!

He got off the car and slithered around, following silently behind Mommy, he was waiting for the perfect oportunity to strike and humiliate her. However, as they entered the building, Pip was immediately greeted with a massive crowd of people walking in all directions like busy bees in a hive. It was overwhelming and loud for the little lamia and, in a moment of disorientation, he lost sight of Mommy!

He panicked and looked in all directions, slithering through the squeaky clean, polished floor and trying his best to dodge the passerby. He tried screaming and calling out to Mommy, surely she would hear him and go to his rescue! Mommy would never abandon such an important lamia like Pip! Surely Mommy would show up and sweep the little lamia in her arms and take him to a warm and cozy bed full of toys and yummy food like he deserved!

However, his squeaky little yells were drowned out by the constant noise of the office building. People calling out each other’s names, machines working and beeping nonstop, loud clicking of keyboards, etc. All louder than Pip’s weak little voice. Pip tried moving through the crowd, and soon he spotted a stranger who had stopped walking to watch their phone. He got an idea and tried making a “cute” teary eyed expression as he approached the stranger, knowing that his cuteness would be enough to capture the stranger’s attention and get them to help him.

“UM.. EXCUSE ME, IM WOST AND TOO WIDDLE TO MOVE THROUGH THIS CWOWD. CAN YOU HELP ME FIND MY MOMMY PWEASE?” Pip said, pouting and about to start fake crying again. But the stranger didnt seem to hear him. Instead, they started to walk back to their office.

“WH- UM, EXCUSE ME?? HELLO??? DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME???? IM A WIDDLE LAMIA AND I NEED HELP!!! ARE YOU DEAF?? HEWWO!!!” Pip yelled, the baby act completely dropped as he was ignored. He was extremely angry so he raised his voice, damaging his throat a little but continuing regardless. “I AM PIP, THE GREATEST AND MOST IMPORTANT PYGMY IN THE WORLD!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR-“

And then another person immediately walked by and “unintentionally” kicked Pip on the rib, breaking it and sending him flying all the way across the lobby, making him hit his head against the marble floor. Pip laid there against the wall, in too much pain and complete shock, trying to process what had happened. Never in his life had Pip gotten harmed before, his previous owner was always so careful and caring, making sure he was always safe and protected. He had never known pain until that moment.

Little blue tears fell from Pip’s eyes, the difference this time was that they were genuine and not fake. He wanted to go back to his first home, where his owner gave him a whole human king-sized bed just for him. Where Pip could cheerfully slither across the long table full of all kinds of delicious food and pick what he wanted whenever he wanted. Where Pip had an entire miniature theme park just for him to play in. He regretted being so ungrateful, he regretted pissing and pooping everywhere to get his previous owner’s attention, he regretted rippin apart his previous owner’s nice chairs and couches whenever he threw a tantrum, he regretted interrupting others and yelling and manipulating his previous owner to get his way, he regretted insulting his previous owner multiple times and calling them horrible things.

Pip started crying, sobbing even. He regretted everything he did and how much of an unbearable brat he had been. He wanted his comfortable life back. He wanted to feel pampered and like the center of everything again. He tried screaming, calling out to Mommy again, he desperately needed her to hold him or at least pat his back or something. But nothing happened. So despite the pain of his now cracked skull and broken rib, Pip pushed himself up and tried slithering around again. Calling out to Mommy and crying non stop, not caring about the ammount of snot that now dripped from his nose cavity.

As he slithered around, Pip didn’t watch where he was going and another person walked by and harmed him. This time, they stepped on his tail, causing the internal tail bone to shatter and the ecto-flesh to rip open, beginning to bleed. Pip let out a loud, ear piercing scream, hugging his tail in pain as he curled up into a fetal position. Then another person walked by and kicked Pip once again, the force of the kick itself caused another couple of ribs to break. Pip could not stop screaming, the pain was too unbearable for him.

Even with his damaged tail, Pip tried dragging his body across the floor, trying to escape the crowd. But another pair of seemingly giant feet crushed his little arms. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”. He screeched, but the person responsible for it kept walking as if nothing had happened. He tried using his body and his tail to push himself forward but another couple of people walked by, kicking him around between them as if he was a pingpong ball. Every time he tried getting out of the crowd, people would suddenly walk by and either step on him or kick him back to the center of it all. Tears fell from his eyes as he recieved another kick, then another, and so on.

He cried, he screamed, he yelled as loud as he could. Maybe if he was loud enough, people would realize he was there and maybe even help him. But no, nobody cared and they continued on with their day. Now, compared to the treatment he was used to, Pip felt insignificant. He was no longer “The Great and Amazing Pip, The Specialest Pygmy Of The Entire World!”, he was just a worthless little thing, lost in an office building, getting kicked around as if he was nothing but trash.

Finally, Pip caught a glimpse of Mommy in the distance, she was talking with another woman as she held a cup of coffee and a clipboard. Tears of joy formed on Pip’s eyes. Maybe this nightmare would finally be over! Maybe if he screamed loud enough, Mommy would recognize his voice and immediately go to his rescue!

With anticipation and hope in his eyes, Pip took a huge chunk of air and prepared to let out the yell of his life. But life had other plans as a woman walked in. She was wearing tall heels, clicking and clacking against the floor. Without a care in the world, she walked by and interrupted Pip mid-yell as she stepped on his spine. Pip felt the sharpest and strongest pain of his life coursing through his entire body. He wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move the lower half of his body…

Tears fell from his eyes, panic surged through his body as he saw Mommy about to ride the elevator. He used his broken arms and tried dragging himself in her direction with all the strength he had left despite the immense, agonizing pain he felt.

“MoMmy- Mo- ahk! moMmy! hElp mE! It hUrtS.. HURTS! HELP! MO-“ but Pip couldn’t even finish his sentence as a floor scrubber passed by. Polishing and sweeping the floor and picking up Pip along the way. The little pygmy was trapped alongside the dust and trash. Pip could feel everything despite being unable to move. He felt his tiny little body being ripped apart and crushed piece by piece. His arms were first, then his tail, then finally his torso and head detached and nothing but dusty, bloody remains mixed with garbage and dirt were left.

When Mommy returned home that afternoon, she didn’t seem surprised that Pip was nowhere to be found. Instead of panicking or worrying, Mommy just shrugged and started to put away the groceries. Maybe Pip had slipped out and died as he fell from the window, or a stray cat got inside and ripped him apart. Whatever had happened to Pip, Mommy didn’t really care, she had better things to do and she had already been considering returning Pip back to the adoption center anyways.

And so, with another bitty gone, life on the big city continued, for nobody would care about an insignificant and worthless little bitty.

The End.

#bitty abuse #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bitty whump #bittybones #baby blue #blueberry #pygmy lamia #lamiatale #blueberry sans #pygmy #OOF THIS ONES LONG

[bittieswithbrokenbones]

thinking about how much i love the idea of forcing a bitty to act like a type it's not. there is a lot of stuff with cherries/edgies but i'm specifically thinking something like buying a blueberry bitty only clothes and items marketed for cherry bitties and disciplining him anytime he acts like a blueberry. maybe you can even make him take diuretics and encourage him to cry while also punishing him when he has tantrums...

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bwbb: thoughts #i love going directly against what their base traits are so why not try and rewrite them with another bitty's? #i think it could be very stressful and disorientating. maybe even downright traumatic but. thats the fun of it

[bittybonesbreaker]

Bath time for Sansy! Gotta clean those guys as soon as they come home from the adoption center, who knows what kind of germs they might have on them. (19+ only.)

#bitty abuse #bitty torture #bitty whump #sansy #my post

[constantvariations]

You know, rwby could be so much worse

It could have sex scenes

#rwde #watching a review of a sarah j maas's fae series and holy cannoli batman the smut sure is smth #the bees kiss could have been a 6 page expo dump abt lesbianism #colleen hoover 🤝 crwby 🤝 sarah j maas: denying gods pleas to stop seeing abuse as romance #i want to peek at the timeline where rwby is rated r just to see what we dodged #i think the style would be close to 50 shades #'the sex feelings flooded my body like a charging herd of itty bitty elephants. we're talking small' lives in my head rent free #canon rwby smut would be so at home on wattpad

[ferahntics]

@theinspiredstar wrote a tag about them looking like they’re dancing on another drawing and I swear it has not left my mind. 🥺

Tried basing the dance off of this video.

#you're giving me so much power and yet i do not have great enough responsibility #100% abusing this though #maybe i'll do something different one day #but not tonight #also added an itty bitty detail about the crown if you can spot it c: #mine #my art #magolor #inki #kirby #kirby oc #fan character #oc x canon #maginki

[bittyfromquotev]

lmao a toxic “friend” of mine degraded me and gave me a decade of trauma. Lol imagine when people find out I’m autistic and she was treating an autistic child like utter garbage. One older than her in fact.

It would also be hilarious if my middle school “friends” found out about this. Hypocrites. We all adored the special needs kids and treated them with such kindness! Little did any of us know I’m autistic and therefore they outcasted an autistic person and treated them (me) like a child murderer.

@leothebird you know what I’m talkin bout lol

#q is dead #rant #cw: mentions of abuse #toxic friends #trauma #complex ptsd #actually autistic #autistic things #autism #actually ptsd #actually cptsd #from the bitty jar

[sweetface-the-dollbaby]

Based on a real interaction I had with my boyfriend

Joe: I would eat the dark lord Orel: wha- no you wouldn’t if the dark lord showed up you’d die! Joe: nuh uh Orel: you know what- ok pretend I am the dark lord for a second what would you do if the dark lord was standing right he- Joe: *fucking bites Orel’s shoulder* Orel: I-

#hhhhhh #joe x orel if you squint #IT WAS ONLY A LIGHT LITTLE ITTY BITTY BIE IT DIDN’T HURT ME OR LEAVE A MARK I PROMISE I’M NOT BEING ABUSED/gen

[itty-bitty-mess]

hi, sorry if you've already answered this before but i remember you mentioning having your own bittybones au before and im curious to know what your au is about?

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Hi, sure thing! I've mentioned my own au before wayyy back when this blog was still pretty new. You can find the original idea in the link provided! I tend to jokingly refer to it as "the underfell of bittybones aus" since it could be considered pretty edgy or at least cartoonishly cruel and focuses, as you can tell, solely on bitty whump. Basically, after bitties became popular, people very quickly caught up on their various flaws (such as their annoying personalities, being prone to becoming spoiled, acting like immature toddlers despite being fully grown "adults", constantly talking like babies, going into heat and acting creepy towards their owners, generating waste, having irritiating squeaky voices, etc.) and realized that bitties actually sucked. Many owners began throwing away their bitties and dumped them on the streets. The now homeless bitties could only do one thing now: reproduce. Soon, the stray bitty population grew at alarming speeds to the point where bitty infestations were now a big problem. Stray bitties now were taking over entire homes and would steal from passerby in crowds. The problem was so big that authorities decided to declare bitties an invasive species, even though they weren’t even recognized as animals, and made it fully legal to dust them in order to decrease the population and solve the problem. Now that dusting was fully legal, people got to work and began reducing the population through various ways such as bitty exterminators, food shaped poison, making up games where people dusted bitties for fun, setting up bitty traps, opening fully legal bitty fighting rings or bitty slaughterhouses, etc. Passerby now stomped on or dusted any bitty they stumbled upon. Now, the bitty population is under control and the owned bitties that still exist must stay at home at all times and must be sterilized to avoid any more reproduction. As loved as they can be, owned bitties must behave at all times or they might end up on the streets or donated as food for animal shelters. If an owned bitty sneaks out or gets abandoned by its owner, they're pretty much dead as they are most likely to get dusted in various horrible ways. To summarize: in this twisted and cruel world, people hate bitties. Sometimes i use this au as a baseline for some of my writing, sometimes i dont, honestly it mainly kind of exists as an idea where i can experiment on various concepts and scenarios such as bitty fighting rings or dusting being legal and how it affects the bitty population and the way they live in this society. It'd also be fun to experiment or write about an owned bitty who lives a comfortable, sheltered life but one day he does something that leaves him on the streets, having to face the horrible, cruel world were his kind is widely hated and dusted for no reason. So yeah, that's my silly little au :)

#bitty abuse #bitty bullying #bitty whump #bitty torture #bittybones #ask

[bittieswithbrokenbones]

thinking about bitties and blood... i know that the general consensus is that they're made of magic and/or if they bleed at all it's magic-heavy and from ecto-flesh but i'm really interested about how blood and bone marrow would work for them. it wouldn't be much different but i guess it does change the image a little; thinking of a bitty dragging itself across the floor after having it's legs broken off and trailing blood mixed with dust everywhere...

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bwbb: thoughts #realized that when i think of smashing or breaking bitties i don't usually think of. like. anything in their bones? weird #i love skeletons but i guess my brain just thinks of bitties as plastic or toys or something. which. understandable really

[bo0zey]

me, afraid to develop a benzo addiction so doesn’t take any of my prescribed clonazepam for >1yr : eek!!😨😰no thx!!😓😓

me, 1 year of worsening escapist behavior + 6.5mg klonopin later: now THIS is the shit im talkin bout😎😎🤤🤤

#IM NOT CONDONING DRUG ABUSE PLSSS TAKE UR PRESCRIPTIONS AS PRESCRIBED!! #benzodiazepines are only rlly addictive if the person starts abusing them. not if ur taking them as prescribed #also i can’t just keep doing this on the regular degular ok this was a blip in the simulation #i just had an awful spiraling start to my day at 6am and just wanted to sleep away the pain of realizing i’ll never have my mom again #everything i wanted someone to feel abt me everything i wanted them to say that they love me that they’re proud that they’re going to miss #i was so desperate to be comforted i even left my room and went up to my dad before he left for work and he didn’t even notice the tears #then the waterworks started and my dad finally hugged me against his chest #i felt so small like a child 22 year old me jsut wanted to be comforted by her dad like #like a child all over again #but ik i had to get it together i couldn’t be a child forever so i let go #i went back to my room n i couldn’t qualm the sobbing abandoned child within i couldn’t give her her mom back #all i could do to make this anxiety this pain this desire to see her again right now now now. #all i could do was take my anxiolytic and hope it put me to sleep. just for a little while #i only wanted to sleep for just a little while until the storm passed and i woke up n forgot what it feels like to miss my momma #she wrote her last letter to me and i spiraled at her words #‘i’m really going to miss YOU’ as i tell myself over and over i don’t rlly miss her i’m numb to her absence #‘ our coffee dates. car rides. shopping’ i don’t remember any of those things not clearly at least #’sitting in the couch together holding your hand while running my fingers through all that hair of yours’ #that’s all i want . someone to run their fingers through my hair. but she’s not here anymore no one wants to love me like she did #‘you know your self worth like i taught you when you were just an itty bitty little baby’ #how would she feel now if she knew my self worth was 0 it’s nothing i’m worthless i’m alive to be used n abused i’m not worth anythin #not worth anything good #i always thought she was my best friend. in her letter she said i was her best friend .i always thought my feelings were one sided. but no #she said she’d look at me and it was like looking into a mirror #now when i look into a mirror i don’t recognize the reflection they’re a stranger to me #was she my mirror too??? and now that she’s gone i don’t know who i am anymore???? #if she’s gone i might as well be gone too #these awful thoughts needed to stop i needed to sleep so i took 12x the amt im supposed to #it’s not gonna happen again. but i won’t lie it was nice while it lasted #ramblings

[catty-words]

Privacy by Chris Brown is so Ben Gross in bitty spark verse

is it, though? i've given you full access to his inner life and this is how you conceptualize his desire for devi in the fic? dude...

#i will cop to the fact that the public knowledge of chris brown's abuse fully biased my listening experience #but i could not finish this fucking thing i wanted to blindfold and gag the guy #and not in a sexy way. in a 'sit in a corner and think about how you might be normal about women's bodies' kind of way #anon #replies #bitty spark ‘verse

[angelbittyabuse]

#bittybones abuse #bittybones oc #bittybonesau #bitty whump

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I (26, NB) dropped a long-term friend (23, not disclosing gender, I'll call them X) for being a proshipper, and now they're trying to get in the way of my other friendships.

A little more than a month ago, an old friend from when I was an itty bitty teen on the internet (we met when they were 12 and I was 15 or so) messaged me on twitter asking if we could share discord since they're more active on that platform, and they missed hanging out. Ok, no prob!! I missed talking to X and life was going kinda icky for me at the time. We exchanged discords and started talking more frequently, before we would talk through twitter dms maybe one day every few months, and we went from almost no contact to talking every single day. It was like being a teenager again; we still shared similar interests and we really fast clicked over old and new fandoms we were in. We talked about college and how they're starting to get the hang of their new job but needed support, talked about our family lives, etc., and in general I felt really comfortable and happy to be chatting again with someone I've known for so long. We were inseparable for weeks.

However... of course, as adults, and having known each other for YEARS, we started talking about fandom ships and fics we enjoyed. We didn't have the same taste in pairings, but that was okay. Until it wasn't anymore.

I shared my NSFW twitter with them, and they followed me. A few minutes later X told me, "I see you have "proship DNI in your bio, I just want to let you know that I am a pro-ship and enjoy some things in fandom that you might think is gross. I hope that's okay."

I was kind of weirded out, and told them that as long as they didn't like anything that would be criminal in real life, that's fine. They told me they *did* enjoy things in fiction that they "wouldn't condone in reality" and even though they "don't talk about it publicly" they still wanted me to know. For some reason. ?? Even though they KNOW that I have an irl history of abuse as a kid, they still told me this.

I was so fucking uncomfortable and really, really sad, and honestly I felt betrayed? I stepped away from my account for like, an hour before messaging them back and saying I didn't want to continue talking to them anymore. That I didn't know they were that kind of person and I'm not comfortable being their friend. I didn't read their response to me because I soft-blocked them.

While I was getting over that and trying to move on, a few days later I was talking to another mutual friend of ours when they asked if I was still friends with X. I got chills remembering how I broke off with them, and said no, we weren't talking anymore. That they were the kind of person that made me really uneasy and uncomfortable to be around. The mutual friend, I'll call R, said that X was "feeling kind of down about losing a friend recently" and talked about it in a discord server they share. X didn't mention my name but R wondered if it was me who dropped them since I was really touchy about boundaries online. I freaked out a little thinking about them talking about me, and asked what else they said, and R told me "not much, just that they felt sad but it was your choice in the end because you two were different" and I don't know why but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Were they trying to make people seem like I was the bad guy or something?? Idk.

I told R the reason why I stopped talking to X, and that X is a proshipper who likes things like inc*st and rape, and R wasn't as supportive as I thought he would be, saying that he understood how I felt but if X was being honest and open about their interests, it probably meant they trusted me and didn't want to "lie" to me. I don't understand how that's even relevant if X is a fucking proshipper. I don't want their trust in the first place if that's who they really are, and I felt betrayed that someone I knew for so long was hiding that for me until we were bonding again. R basically dropped it there and said "idk then" and I told him I was going to shut off my notifs for a bit. I really don't want to talk with him again right now especially since he didn't seem THAT bothered by X being a proshipper who's into really criminal shit.

Since then, friends of mine who are also friends with R (because he's a friend of X still, for some reason), haven't been replying to me as much anymore and I'm super sensitive to noticing these things, at first I told myself it was nothing, but there's an obvious decrease in our interactions. I can't help but think that X actually said bad stuff about me, and R didn't want me to know, or maybe X convinced R that I was a terrible person or something. I still haven't read X's reply to me because I genuinely do not want to interact with them ever again, but for the past few days I've been so angry and hurt by my other friend's actions that I can't help but want to blame them, since this all started when I left them.

AITA for dropping a friend because their interests made me SEVERELY uncomfortable? I don't know what to do.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #ship discourse

[navree]

Duolingo got into shit bc the tiktok account made a joke about amber heard during the trial and the social media manager cried on their personal account about how they’re still learning lol

oh my god YES that's what it was, anyway if you've been running any kind of social media ever for longer than two days that part of your learning should have been completed already

#personal #answered #anonymous #this is the problem with the idea of 'the social media intern' #nobody is having an intern run a brand account anymore #they're run by dedicated professionals who make this their job and know how to work social media #you can't pull the 'i'm just a bitty intern' excuse when this is a specific job with a specific job title #also in general if you're mocking a victim for having to recount her own horrific abuse in a hostile environment you suck #especially for a joke on fucking tiktok via the fucking duolingo account??? #that ain't your job your job is to have the owl threaten me with physical harm if i don't do my spanish lessons #but thank you for re-informing me anon <3

[bittyfromquotev]

if the Alphabet Bitch (Alicia Belle Comyak) ever gets a tumblr, she will definitely try to find me and @a-smol-bean. Then, she’ll send and ask or a DM or tag us (most likely me) in a post. She’ll be nice, saying things like “hi, bestie!” or “I missed you!”

I won’t be having any of it. Expect a VERY negative reaction. If this happens and y’all wanna get upset at me, just know this:

She manipulated and gaslighted me and @a-smol-bean, vaguely threatened to hurt me several times and did it a few times, implied that she’d be VERY happy if my parents died, tried to kill herself just to get attention, repeatedly crossed my boundaries with full knowledge of what they were, forced me to tell her sexual stuff(I was quite innocent but she wouldn’t leave me alone otherwise) and told me stuff back. She very obviously favored Smol Bean and gave possibly worse treatment to one of our old friends who is now her ex. Then proceeded to lie about her ex and I, saying that WE were horrible and shit to Bean.

There’s other things that don’t really come to mind right now, but she was never suicidal. Never. She just wanted attention. Also claimed she was Ace when she very clearly wasn’t. Plus, that girl is on my DNI.

In this unlikely situation, she will see this and try to convince all of my Tumblr followers that I’m lying. I’m not.

Anyways—

#q is dead #from the bitty jar #the Alphabet Bitch #my DNI list #cw rant #vent #abuse #ptsd #callout post #abuse mention