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@wyrmst
Hi, I'm Novem (they/them), and this is a blog for my fantasy romance (romantasy?) "monsterfucker lite" stories.
This blog is 18+ only, do not interact if you are a minor.
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Last Updated: 2/23/25 Out in the Cold (Part Eleven)
(More info under the cut)
Not to be a Boomer but your social media should be your own space, not something employers are allowed to look at to judge you beyond the qualifications stated in your resume and cover letter
Resume has my qualifications. Cover letter states my intentions and goals within the job. Interview is for any other information relative to the job and shows my professionalism.
There’s nothing else you, as an employer, need to know.
The level of entitlement employers feel over our private info is insane. I remember my own employer sitting across me on his laptop, bitching endlessly over the fact the candidate whose Facebook profile he wanted to check had it set strictly to friends-only. He was serously annoyed her posts and photos and whatnot were not available for him, a total stranger, to see.
Just the previous day, he had gone on a rant about how women need to be Cautious in this Dangerous World and have a Responsibility to Keep Themselves Safe.
He did not see the irony.
I had a job interview where they insisted you hand over your social media links so they could look through your stuff to ensure you did not “reflect poorly on the brand”. I told them that I didn’t have any, and technically, if you use my legal name you will get three women. None of them are me (one is twice my age and runs an antique store in FL, one is 5yrs younger than me but has a PhD in something unrelated to anything like what I studied, the third lives in London and posts a lot about pubs), and the interviewer looked up my name. He showed me these three accounts, asked me which was mine. I told him the truth. None of them were me.
Your online experience should be yours to enjoy. I’d suggest using a nickname, handle, or pseudonym in order to help maintain that line. If you’re Nik Smith in real life, I’d suggest being like Nik Writes A Lot or Htims Kin. Keeps old high school classmates, annoying cousins, and nosey HR dudes from snooping.
It’s crazy how low self-worth fucks with peoples lives
“What will I be if I don’t graduate/don’t get a promotion/don’t get my shit together/don’t make this relationship work?” You would be a perfectly normal human being who is inherently valuable and who possesses many talents and good traits
“What if I fail even when I tried my very best?” The world keeps turning and you will find many other things you will succeed at.
Freak4freak or domestic bliss, I love all flavors of them.
the edge
Nonbinary people are so cool I wish our rights were taken seriously haha
Why is my country being run by people who never outgrew being self centered 14 year olds like how did we get here
I mean I know how we got here because I was there for it but still how did we get here
Growing up during the Obama administration set my standards too high for how a leader ought to act.
Yeah he had a lot of issues just like any other president. I just assume that anyone willing to be president of the United States is at least slightly evil.
But at least he spoke in coherent sentences and at least pretended to have a shred of empathy. He surrounded himself with people that were so boring and competent that you didn’t need to hear about them most of the time.
And now the FBI director is a fucking podcaster
from this article, which is well worth the read, if only for the fun of seeing zuck get dunked on
My bestie's tags
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ఌ )
i should write something gay this month
the clanging of his armored ass cheeks brought down the walls of many a castle
🗡️ The Lady of the Lake guards the sword Excalibur and plays a pivotal role in guiding King Arthur.
⭐ If you like this pin design, it will be available to pledge for as part of my upcoming Forgotten Fables campaign, which will feature designs inspired by lesser known fairytales. Check out the pre-launch page to suggest and vote on additional fairytales!
Remastered everything, let's see how it goes
Kinda problem of living in a doorless tent
Also, this is a very frustrated omega marking his pheromoneless orc husband. (It will not linger. He'll have to do it again.)
Your steller's sea lion selkie bodyguard isn't technically a lifeguard, but you suppose he sort of is.
He wasn't supposed to be doing any sort of bodyguarding today, if you had any say in it. The only goal for today was to sit underneath this beach umbrella and do nothing remotely taxing, other than a dip or two in the ocean and maybe a walk to comb the beach for shells.
But now, the sandcastle that he has spent the last two hours painstakingly constructing sits forgotten, his attention now fully fixated out at the shore.
"You see that?"
"See what?" You look up from the spot in the saccharine romance novel you brought with you specifically for this trip.
He points a sandy finger out to one of the white capped waves, just in time to catch a glance of a swimmer bobbing under the water.
"Looks like someone can't swim very well."
"Nope." He says, grimly. "Sinking like a rock."
"Someone will help." You wave your hand. You didn't come to the beach to deal with more problems, you have enough of your own.
He sighs, restlessly squeezing tense handfuls of sand at his sides.
"Looks like they're on their own…"
"Don't tell me you want to go save them." You say with an exasperated huff. "This is supposed to be a chance to relax. For both of us."
"Yeah, but- someone's gotta, or-" He grits his teeth together just a bit at the thought. "Well. Y'know."
"That's what the lifeguard is for-" You groan, shielding your eyes with your hand and squinting at the white wooden tower in the distance, but finding the well-oiled musclehead that was there mere minutes ago to be missing from his post, now that someone actually needs their life guarded.
Meanwhile, the substitute lifeguard next to you might as well be a golden retriever with the sad, wet look in his eyes and the discomforted half-whine that gets caught in his throat.
You let out a long, withering sigh. He perks up immediately.
You can't say no to such a selfless request, when all he wants to do is help. It's good enrichment.
"Okay, okay, geez-" You stretch out your arm back, feeling around for your bag on the towel behind you. Your fingertips connect with the canvas and you pull it towards you. "Just stop with the puppy dog eyes…"
After a bit of rummaging, you manage to find what you were seeking- the rich, velvet-soft brown fur of his sea mantle.
He nearly barks in glee, already reaching out for it.
"Here, but-" You hold it out to him, with the caveat; "Don't take too long."
The grunt of affirmation is barely audible over the commotion of him grabbing the fur cape and scrambling to his feet, though he is still conscientious enough to not kick a spray of sand back in your direction.
Despite being tall, broad and densely built, he is surprisingly agile, and easily clears the distance between your beach towels and the water line quickly, despite running in sand.
By time he hits the damp sand, he's draped his mantle around his shoulders, and after a split second of magical transformation, there's a massive sea lion diving into the undertow, where just a moment ago there was a tank of a man crashing into the surf.
And of course, he manages to retrieve the swimmer almost immediately. The desperate clawing of a drowning person to stay above water not impeding his ability to swim in the least.
Soon enough, he's pulled the rescued swimmer back onto the sand, with the lifeguard conveniently reappearing.
You don't even realize that you've completely lost focus on your reading material, and instead are now fully absorbed in the event unfolding in front of you.
At least you get to watch it all from your comfortable spot on the beach.
imagining a universe where porn is a marketable genre so you have to deal with raycon ads while trying to jerk your shit
You’re an easy slut, aren’t you kitten? Almost as easy as dinner with Hellofresh
