Y so Cerious?

@ceriously00.bsky.social

Rehomed masochistic puppygirl author and jinxed jittery jester

Coworker: How've you been? Me: Great! Doing a lotta creative writing these days! Feels amazing! Her: I'm happy for you! What're you writing? Me, thinking of my mechsploitation story: Uhhhhh...

Me: "All I'm saying, is that at the core of me, there's a part that insists I'm free." S: "Yea, like every dog tries to dash out the door when it opens." Me: 😳 S: "Also, you're wearing a collar" *Jingles the bells on said collar.*

The other switch relaxes after finally succeeding in dommebreaking me. *New battle music starts as my expression and attack patterns change and I start laughing maniacally.* "God dammit, how many headmates do you have?!" "...honestly, your guess is as good as mine."

Coworkers once went in a circle saying how their parents disciplined them, with me being last. *Gets to me* "They hit me with a belt!" 🤣 *Awkward silence* My best friend in the office: "What did you all expect?" Me: "Hey..."

Apparently I gotta work on my responses to men catcalling me. Options: A. Oh! If you like me, you should meet my NB friend, Loaded Gun! B. *Starts barking and growling and gnashing my teeth.* C. *Presses a button on my phone and a giant bear mech paw crushes them to a paste.* Tell me your fav!

There were no signs I was plural. I just heavily related to Duo, the Gundam Wing pilot who had the God of Death as his pilot headmate. ...and who obsessively used humor as a knee-jerk defense mechanism but that's unrelated.