#and i can't tag anymore because tumblr HATES ME

[ravensuperr]

DC x DP prompt (A Cautionary Tale in Fanfic and Vigilante Trauma)

Danny is a massive shipper of Nightwing x Starfire, and Starfire is one of his all-time favorite heroes. One day, he finds out — via the "grapevine" (i.e., Tucker hacked some JL systems out of boredom and nosiness) — that Starfire and Nightwing are no longer dating. Danny is devastated.

Now, Danny has two emotional options. Option One is... well, completely stupid: confront Nightwing or do something reckless in the superhero world. Tucker and Jazz immediately tell him not to do it. Even Danny realizes this is dumb — he’s just running on high emotions because he hates the idea of Starfire being heartbroken. Also, fun fact: he once learned to use his Ecto Blasts more effectively by watching videos of Starfire using her starbolts, so she’s also been an inspiration.

That leaves Option Two: writing trashy, spite-driven fanfiction.

So Danny, using an anonymous AO3 account, vents his frustration by posting an 18+ Nightwing x Red Hood fanfic. It’s steamy. It’s angsty. The plot? Some random "fan" (clearly a self-insert) is furious that Nightwing broke their favorite female superhero’s heart. In a fit of petty revenge, the narrator writes a one-night stand between Nightwing and Red Hood — detailed, messy, dark, and disturbingly vivid.

In the author’s notes, Danny (anonymously) admits this is emotional venting. He adds:

“I probably shouldn’t have posted this. I was mad, high on emotional fumes, and this was my way to deal. Should’ve kept it anonymous... oh well. It’s on the internet now. Enjoy if you want or whatever.”

The tags include a now-iconic one: “Dove Do Not Eat” — a red flag to seasoned AO3 readers that this fic is unhinged.

The fic blows up. Kudos, bookmarks, mixed comments — some praising the writing, some concerned, some begging for a sequel. Danny sometimes replies. Sometimes not.

Tucker and Sam eventually find the fic. Jazz doesn’t read it (thankfully), but Tucker and Sam do... and they have words.

Tucker: “Dude. This was your Option Two?? I expected a rant post. A Tumblr vent. Maybe a meme. Not... this. You wrote a 5k-word hate-fueled shipfic??”

Sam: “Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s dark, disturbing, borderline unhinged... and somehow weirdly well-crafted? Still. Not what I expected from you, Danny.” Sam eventually asks, “Do you feel better now?” Danny sighs and replies, “Yeah... I just want Starfire to be happy; she deserves better.”

Months later...

Tim Drake, recovering from a mission gone wrong, is off-duty and bored. He scrolls through fanfiction. Some are about him. Some are actually decent. Then he stumbles upon The Fic. He notices the “Dove Do Not Eat” tag and thinks, I’ve read worse. How bad could it be?

He finishes it. Closes his laptop. Walks downstairs to Alfred.

Tim: "Alfred, I’m quitting coffee.” Alfred: “May I ask why, Master Timothy?” Tim: “Because I read something so traumatizing that caffeine can’t save me anymore.”

Stephanie Brown hears about this. “Oh, come on, Tim, are you sure you're not overreacting? I mean, how bad could it be?” Steph reads it. She stays silent for an hour. Then says, “Okay. It was... dark. Like, psychological horror with spicy scenes, dark. I’m gonna go for a walk.”

Damian is the only Batkid who never reads it. He has seen Cliff Notes and summaries, but the rest of the family has installed every parental block imaginable. Even Bruce agrees: “He is not ready for what is out there.”

Duke reads it. Leaves a comment. Barbara reads it. Cass reads it. Eventually, Jason and Dick read it — together — and immediately regret their life choices.

They cannot look each other in the eye for three months.

Jason: “I’ve read fics about me and Dick before. Funny ones. Sad ones. Heck, even crackfics where I’m a space pirate. But this one?? I feel like someone punched me in the soul.” Dick: “I Googled what ‘Dove Do Not Eat’ means. Now I can't unlearn what I just Learned!!”

The Batkids vs The Fanfic

At first, they try to move on. But they're Batkids. Raised by Batman. And they’re petty. They collectively decide to find out who the author is. For answers. For closure. For revenge. Tim and Barbara team up, combining their hacking skills. But even together, they can’t trace the source. The author is protected by government-level firewalls that they can't crack. Eventually, they stumble across hidden legislation that overrides parts of the Meta Protection Act — ancient digital encryption buried under bureaucratic nonsense. All of it seems to lead back to a location that’s completely off the grid. And the worst part? They still don’t know who wrote it. Could be a guy. A girl. Nonbinary. Meta. Civilian. Troll. God-tier writer. Cryptid. No one knows.

Meanwhile... in Amity Park

Danny is thriving. The Ecto-Acts are being repealed, and he’s riding high. He recently helped Clockwork fix a timeline rift and ran into Starfire herself. She thanked him. Gave him an autograph. Danny cried. He’s happy now. The fic? Completely out of his mind. He’s moved on. He has no idea the entire Batfamily (except Damian) is still suffering the emotional consequences of his one spite-filled fanfic. Nor does he know they’re trying to find him.

TDLR: The lesson of this story is that if you're on Ao3 and you see a fanfic that has the tag ' Dove do not Read or Dove do not eat', don't read it if you're not ready to handle what the author has written.

[sonnshine441]

No offense but why u fw waycest like genuinely what do u tell yourself that makes u think its justified to ship two people who are related by blood

This is judgey but also I do really want to understand how your mind works

Well, to be honest, I ship waycest because they're my top two favorite of the band members. In all fandoms I'm in, most of the time I ship my two favs together. And I ship all of the mcr members together.

I also got introduced to mcr through waycest fanart, not that I knew they were related at the time, of course. I was like "Waow these ocs look cool."

But the biggest part of it, I suppose, is that I don't really get how sibling incest, especially between people who can't make kids together, is that big of a deal. Maybe that's just me being an only child showing, but I just don't get it? Like the power dynamics between a parent and a child make it realistically impossible to have a consensual relationship, but those power dynamics don't really show up in this scenario, especially considering them as adults.

Boss/employee relationships aren't seen by the majority of people as bad in fiction, even though if the employee wanted to break up, they could risk getting fired for "unrelated" reasons. Imo that's a much larger power dynamic than between two siblings. And yet no one deems those problematic, even though irl, you're often banned from dating in the workplace unless you were beforehand (though this seems to be mostly an american practice)

Also Waycest shippers haven't called me a slur and told me to kill myself.

TLDR: I'm an only child and I don't understand why it's such a big deal because Mikey and Gerard are both adults who can't get eachother pregnant. I don't feel the need to justify it to myself, I just ship it because I like it.

[fenrirgraves]

Perfectly functioning feature on a perfectly functioning app for a perfectly functioning webzone

[coffins-and-marbles]

I really hate Tumblr communities!!!

I don't join them because there's so many posts at once and it's overwhelming but if I turn notifications off then I forget about them and never look or if I do look there's so much random people's personal business and vents and so much off topic discussion.

But Tumblr always shows me posts from communities that I want to add too or reblog and there's so much cool stuff but I can't interact and it really, really annoys me!!! It's isolating which is the opposite of community!!!

[mjrdm]

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[quietwingsinthesky]

🌹:O

:3c

Lucifer doesn't care how the labcoats say it works; he knows there's no such thing as a clean break from a drift the minute the plug is pulled. Instead, Michael goes from a second consciousness beside his own to being dragged out of Lucifer the further Lucifer gets from him, both of them gripping tight to the connection until it slips, until it snaps, with a violent recoil that knocks Lucifer's brain out of alignment and reminds his legs that they don't work. His next step falls too fast, too heavily, and refuses to take his weight. It's only Michael, now only a voice outside of Lucifer's head yelling his name, catching him from behind that allows Lucifer to collapse to the floor with his dignity intact.

[wishmkr-jirachi]

y'ever feel nostalgic for objectively worse times. why does that happen

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Without Eyes I'm Blind

Part 2 to With Eyes I See. Please read Part 1 for the necessary context regarding the story. Thank you

Yandere!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; darker themes; death; blood; murder; violence; cults; and more. Please read with caution, and to minors please read with EXTRA caution

Note: After I finish this mini-series, I'm gonna write more Dandy's World stuff with some Forsaken tossed in there. I'm also preparing to write a Block Tales thingy for a friend, so keep an eye out.

Also, futher note, when I was writing this Tumblr FUCKING CRASHED on me and I lost a ton of writing so I'm sorry this took awhile to come out. When it happened to me, I nearly tried to jump through a wall.

Also also, Guest 1337 wasn't included in this Part or Part 1 because in canon he's from a whole ahh different universe. Same with Jason. Don't worry, MC meets him in Part 3.

---

I almost forgot someone asked me to add a tag list to my main works. So here it is. If anyone else wants to be on it, just lemme know.

@amistakehadhappened

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You can't see anymore.

Your eyes are gone.

All you can do is feel. There isn't even darkness or pure light as people think blind people have.

Their is nothing. And you can perceive nothing via sight.

It's hell. You're in hell.

You just sit in a room, surrounded by soft and precious items as the cultists of the Spawn cult treat you with a holy reverence you don't deserve.

You are no angel.

But they like to think you are.

The chain around your neck is heavy. You can't move out of this room.

And god knows you can't find the key. You know your freedom is as good as dead.

That your life is good as dead.

You got a second chance, even replacing someone else's life. And this is what happened.

You hear the door to your prison cell open. They claim it's a room. It's a prison cell to you.

"Little bird, it's time to change your bandages." Two Time's voice rings in your ears. Too chipper. Too happy. They're too gleeful you're here. That you can't go.

"...fuck off." You whisper to them, and Two Time merely hums in response.

...

Two Time and Azure were the ones who took care of you as you were so helpless. You believed it was out of spite. They claimed it was out of love.

You hated them. You feared them. You wanted them gone forever.

You feel their hands gently undo the bandages around your eyes. They place their hands on your face, examining what remains.

You hear them click their tongue.

"Ah, you're healing so well," They muse, "Everyone will be happy to hear this. Soon enough, you may need no bandages at all."

You sit there in silence as they keep talking, redoing their bandages and leaving fleeting touches on their body.

But as you hear them get up to leave, you ask one question.

"Do you regret what you've done?"

There's silence for a moment.

"No." Two Time replies, "Because doing what I've done means never losing you. And I'd die before I lose you."

You hope their death is painful.

--☆☆☆--

You sit in the tub as Azure gently cleans you.

You despise moments like this. When you're alone with the ones responsible for this.

You don't move. You don't speak. You just exist there like a human doll as Azure keeps murmuring to you.

He pauses when you flinch when his hands touch your face.

You only move to pull his hands away from the bandages on your head.

"...you know I'm not going to do anything like that again, right?" Azure told you, "You can let others instead of Two Time change your bandages."

"You shouldn't have hurt me then." You bluntly replied, "Maybe then I wouldn't actively despise you."

Azure is silent, but you feel him press a kiss to your neck.

"I know you'll never forgive me, but I regret nothing." He tells you, "I just hope there is a day where you'll let me touch your face again."

You'll make sure there isn't.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together. But now, with no sight, it was actively hell to tell what time it was.

Perhaps it had been days since you lost your eyes. Maybe weeks. Or perhaps months.

You had no clue.

It could've even been years.

You hated this.

I have an offer to you.

At the voice that appears in your head, you naturally flinch and panic.

Calm down. Listen to what I have to say.

You have no idea who this is.

Then suddenly you see again. But it's purely red.

I have no name. I have no body. But I have power.

What did it want? You didn't know.

I want you. I know what you are. I can give you your sight back. I can give you more power. It will all have a cost, but you will have your freedom again.

You hesitate.

Only for a moment.

"You have a deal." You whisper aloud.

Don't you wish to hear what will offer.

"Tell me then. It won't change my answer."

...

...

...

You listened to all it had to offer.

Your body would change, and you'd need to consume flesh, blood, and the very life force of others to keep the sight it would give you.

It didn't have to be human. It could be animal, and plant in emergancy.

And it would always be able to keep tabs on you and take something from you sometime in the future.

You agreed immediately.

You held back your screams as your bones snapped and shifted, and as your very form transformed with uncomfortable pain.

You even blacked out for a bit.

But when you woke up, you could see again. Even if your eyes weren't back.

You just saw everything around you. Even through walls.

Your hair was longer now, and thicker. You knew why after you realized you could stretch out your hair into giant wings, four in total, with eyes along the tips.

Your ears were larger now, and almost goat-like despite being feathered. And short, horn-like antennae sticked out of your forehead. And you had three long tails that resembled a mix of ribbons and feathers that you could move as you pleased. And across your body were patterns of short feathers and your feet and hands resembled bird talons.

The entity apparently turned you into a bird. Or at least a human-like bird.

You knew there was more, but you wanted out before deciding to try out everything else you can do now.

You snapped the chain on your neck, it clattering to the floor as it held no use anymore.

You stood up and prowled to the door, peering out. When the coast was clear, you ran.

But now you were faster, and saw more.

It wasn't hard to find the way out now, even if you did get spotted.

You screeched as a knife flew into your arm as you were halfway out the door. Your head snapped to stare at who did it, and you saw...

The same woman who stabbed Gubby.

...

You decided to give yourself more time to see.

You charged, wrapping your hands around her neck as you threw her to the floor. You loomed over her as you felt your mouth stretch more wide than it ever could before. You felt the sharp teeth in your mouth almost grow.

And the last sound she made was a scream before your torn into her body.

There was practically nothing left of her after you feasted.

You stood over her, mind both buzzing with glee and regret.

But she hurt Gubby. She stabbed an innocent rabbit.

She deserved this.

She deserved it all.

As the others kept coming, you immediately ran again.

You didn't want to kill another human anymore.

However, if it was Two Time or Azure... or any of the cultists responsible for trapping you...

...yeah, you could make an excuse to do it.

But not now. Now you just want freedom.

So you ran. Ran as you were hunted down.

You ran and didn't stop.

--☆☆☆--

...just your luck you somehow ended up in a net trap like this was a cartoon, eh?

Your wings were out, pressing on the net as you couldn't get in a good position to rip the net without falling into the pit of spikes below you.

You weren't even sure how you got in the situation. Or why you were making bird sounds now.

You barely could think. You were just panicking. You were scared.

What if you were still being followed? You're trapped. They could get you again.

You didn't want to kill. You hated everyone in that damn cult and wished them death, but god, you felt worse committing murder.

Except on a select few, you'd gladly kill.

The sounds of footsteps fills your ears, and you freeze.

Oh god, is it the cultists?

You panic.

But it's not.

No.

You stay still as he approaches you, and you stare at his faceless head, his hood pulled down slightly.

You two stare silently at each other. Then he pulls out a knife.

You panic again, knowing enough of Taph's lore that he's probably going to end you to keep himself safe.

"Please, you have to help me-!" You blurt out, "Please, they're after me. Please! If they get me, I- I- I'm as good as dead."

Taph stares at you as you continue begging, desperate to not die again.

He doesn't put down the knife. Hell, he even raises it and you let out a small, almost-chirp-like sound in panic.

You flinch as he cuts you lose and catches you so you aren't impaled upon the spikes.

He beckons you to follow him, and you do. You'd rather not be captured by cultists again anyway.

Maybe you could trust Taph.

You hoped you could.

--☆☆☆--

Taph was very skeptical of you, so he kept his guard up around you.

You were just amazed he was willing to let you stay in his house. Even if he tended to avoid any interaction with you.

Though, you wanted to at least be on good terms with Taph. So you made him things like meals and helped clean up when needed.

Eventually, he started to warm up to you. You thought. At the very least he didn't leave the room when you walked in and taught you how to make a bomb.

It was a slow friendship that grew between you two. One of no judgment, and no hate. He couldn't speak and constantly lived in fear for his life, and you needed to hurt things just to see.

You both suffered together, and found bliss in it.

You were constantly terrified to lose this bliss, though. For Taph to witness you as a monster.

But you weren't fortunate enough to have him never catch you.

When he saw you for the first time, you were terrified.

---

You immediately dropped the deer corpse you were feasting on. You stared at the ex-demolitionist in horror, your mouth snapping shut like a bear trap as you couldn't stop having terrified trills and whines escaping from your mouth.

Oh god no- NO NO NO-

He saw you. He saw you eating. He saw you in your most monstrous state.

What if he hated you? What if he'd kill you?

You couldn't hurt him, not matter what he did.

Oh god- oh GOD-

You shake, your mind a mix of anxiety and animalistic terror.

As Taph crouches down, you bury you head in your hands and used your wings as a shield.

They gently nudge you, and you shake violently as you look up and see Taph offering you a chunk of the deer you were in the middle of eating.

You hesitate before taking it and feasting again, Taph gently petting your head in an attempt to comfort you.

---

It was that moment you realized he didn't hate you. He didn't even blame you for what you needed to do.

He was just kind. After that, he helped you catch your prey so it'd be easier for you to eat when you needed to, too.

You just helped pay him back more, and even started to go out of your way to deal with certain angry protesters when they found and got too close to his home.

You didn't want to hurt anyone. You didn't like killing people. But you didn't regret it if you did it to protect Taph.

You just tried to hide what you did from him.

You didn't know that he knew the whole time. And he didn't care.

The ex-demolitionist had his own secrets after all.

--☆☆☆--

Time blurred together while you lived at Taph's house. You lost track of the days since you got here, but it was fine. It was better than the cult ever was.

But you still confided in Taph about how you yearned to see more of the world, to never be a caged bird. To meet new people, to experience more, and to be more.

But you were scared. Scared to be caught by the Spawn cult again. You never wanted that again.

And Taph listened.

You didn't expect him to take action like how he did, though.

Waking up one morning, exiting your room, only to find fucking Builderman sitting on the couch while casually talking to Taph made you tweak out, naturally.

But you managed to compose yourself and talk to him, questioning so many things while desperately trying to stay polite.

You didn't expect him to take you being a... cannibal bird person super well.

You were surprised when he already knew. Even more so when he didn't hate you for it.

He wasn't at Taph's house for long, but it became kinda common for him to come over.

Eventually, one day, Builderman told you that you were going to be staying with the Admins at Taph's request and for your safety from the Spawn cult.

And because, earlier, you'd confessed to your otherworldly origins.

It astounded you that he did this, but you agreed.

At least you'd still be able to visit Taph.

--☆☆☆--

Much to your surprise, you weren't going to be staying with Builderman.

It was quite awkward when you went to Dusekkar's house and learned you'd be staying with him. You were just glad you understood his rhyming thing very well.

But Dusekkar was surprisingly nice and was more than willing to help you get settled into his house and didn't rush you when you hid away a good bit.

But he was patient and didn't mind your curse. Eventually, you warmed up to him, too.

He went out of his way to figure out how to make it so you'd have to kill and eat living creatures less to keep your sight by using his magic. It was by no means a cure, but it was a blessing.

He even taught you magic. Though yours is much more tech-oriented, to say the least.

You created yourself a magical screen of sorts that hovered over your face, black in color, that could display any image you willed in black and white. The screen could also transform into large fangs that hovered in front of your mouth to help you feast when you needed to.

You loved this screen. It hid the bandages you wore and how your face could make you horrifying to look at without the bandages. It helped you feel more human, more normal. Like your eyes weren't gone, and you were still kind of a human.

But it wasn't just Dusekkar, or Dusey as you started to call him after you two grew close, who was your friends among the Admins. There was Builderman, who you somehow got on a first-name basis with, and Shedletsky.

You became such great friends with this man it got to the point he literally gave you some of his fried chicken if you asked.

You were honestly astounded. Then again, he was really nice. And this was before 1x1x1x1 existed, which said a ton about him.

Becoming friends with the Roblox admins (or at least their versions in this world) was never something you expected. But here you are.

Good thing this wasn't Block Tales.

...

Even if being Forsaken was technically more of a hell.

--☆☆☆--

You had no idea how your disappearance effected everyone from before.

How could you?

It wasn't your fault you were gone anyways.

It just meant everything that happened in the past of Forsaken happened, even if you left an impact on all of them.

Noob and Guest 666 were the reason you moved back to your apartment in the first place due to a vicious argument about Chance which ended with you leaving. They came over the next morning to talk it out only to find your apartment trash, blood on the floor, and you gone.

Noob blamed himself while 666 blamed everyone else, especially Chance for getting involved in your life.

It led to their friendship collapsing, 666's ban, and eventually them both being Forsaken.

007n7 was devestated you were apparently murdered or kidnapped. c00lkidd took it even worse and lashed out. It led to him getting the c00lGUI and burning down Builder Brother's pizza as revenge for when you mentioned how your friendship with Elliot was crumbled over what seemed like nothing.

c00lkidd just blamed Elliot for making you sad and thought that was a part of why you were gone.

And when c00lkidd disappeared? When most of the best things in his life were gone?

007n7 couldn't handle it and ended it all, being Forsaken.

Elliot was Forsaken around this time too.

And John Doe was corrupted by the old code, and eventually both he and Jane were Forsaken as well.

Then ITrapped happened with Chance and he wasn't safe either.

And Two Time sacrificed Azure, and eventually he too was Forsaken.

--☆☆☆--

It happened eventually. You knew it would.

When all three admins you grew close with disappeared, you knew they were Forsaken.

You missed them dearly, but you just decided to move on and live your life.

It's what they would've wanted.

Not so fast.

You froze at the Entity's voice back in your head. For the first time in years since the deal.

You and I had a deal. I come for what I promised I would take.

"And what do you wish to take?" You questioned, already having lost so, so much. "You took my life. You took my humanity. You took my innocence. What's next?"

I want you.

...

...

...

Not even you could escape being Forsaken.

Ironic, is it not?

Because as you sit up on the dock you were transported to. As you take in your surroundings.

As you process every plan, every hope, every dream being crushed.

You scream.

You scream and scream and scream and scream

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM

And as you scream.

As you process it all was taken from you.

You realize just how blind you were to it all.

You may have gotten your sight back, but in the end it was worthless.

In the end, you still ended up in Hell.

In the end, you were a monster.

In the end, you died a monster.

--☆☆☆--

Here's Part 3!!

[memorizingthedigitsofpi]

I've been doing some introspection to try to figure out why I have such an intensely strong emotional reaction when someone takes a post with a hopeful or positive message and reblogs it with negativity.

I've blocked a lot of tumblr users for calling an OP stupid for being optimistic or hopeful. You know, people who are just being mean and hateful because it's edgy or cool or whatever. I think that's a reasonable reaction and a way to keep toxicity out of my feed.

But I've also blocked folks who read a post about being kinder to oneself and they respond to that with, "That's okay for other people, but I'm not allowed." They don't usually use those exact words of course, but that's the message. And that message cuts me to my core every single time I read it. Blocking those people isn't about avoiding trolls. It's about protecting myself from being hurt.

Because that's the thing. It hurts to see that and feel helpless. To see someone being so cruel to themselves and know there's nothing I can do to show them they don't have to be.

I'll write a post about how oneshots are amazing, or I'll see one talking all about how doodle art is so expressive and charming etc. and I'll see in my notes or in the reblogs a lot of people agreeing and a lot of people appreciating someone sharing that point of view.

But I'll also see a lot of people who say things like, "Maybe so, but my writing still stucks." or "Sure, OTHER PEOPLE's doodles are cool but mine are dumb."

When I see that, I just want to tell them they're wrong. That the post applies to them too. That they're allowed to love themselves, and they don't have to wait until they're better or perfect to do it.

Except you can't just roll up into a stranger's ask box and say, "I don't know you and I've never read your writing or seen your art, and the only piece of you I've seen are one set of tags on one post on this entire website, but you're wrong."

I think part of the reason why it hurts so much to see that is the feeling of wanting to help and knowing that I can't. But I think another part of the hurt comes from recognizing that feeling and remembering what it was like to be stuck believing my own lies about myself.

I don't think those things anymore. Or if I do, it's pretty rare. But every time I see those comments the pain wells up inside of me and brings back that feeling of hopelessness I had once upon a time. The feeling of shame that went along with it. The guilt and the anger and the frustration and the desperate need for someone to tell me I was really okay.

I wish I could do that for all of you out there who need someone like that right now. I wish you'd believe me if I tried. But I guess, for now at least, I'll just wish that when you see those posts that you let yourself believe them. Let yourself apply them to you too. Just for a little while.

[dissvicious]

Call out post.

This post is a callout of the Tumblr users d-angel00, mekachu04, and master-of-the-sorrowful-orders for targeted harassment towards me and other one piece oc x canon creators / selfshippers. Other people are concerned by this callout but I don't know their identities.

Tl;DR: Since around January of this year Jules (d-angel00) has been stalking me on every social media and organized cyber bullying waves towards my work on a private discord server dedicated to hate on Kid Pirates selfshippers / oc x canon creators. Mekachu04 and master-of-the-sorrowful-order has been active members of this discord server. Despite many attempts to handle the situation peacefully, they kept their harassment going. I ask for them to acknowledge their actions and be held responsible for it.

CW: terminally online bullshit, really I can't believe I'm making a callout post for something this stupid

I'll go back to regular stuff right after.

Introduction

I don't believe in callout culture, and I use this tool as a last resort after months of stalking and anon hate. I tried to ignore, I tried to block, I tried to ask gently for peace and mutual ignorance, I tried to be firm, nothing worked.

I, unfortunately, don't have many screenshots to support my words since a lot of content has been deleted. However, a few people can confirm what happened. If you don't believe me, I'm fine with it.

I'll ask you to act like adults and to not contact in any way any of the person mentioned in this post, except if you already know them personally. I know I have a lot of moots in common with d-angel00 and I'm fine with it - I don't want to start a drama, I want me and other KidKiller creators to be at peace.

The events:

Around september of 2024, I start playing dolls on my one piece blog with my moots. We created the bad bitch polycule, including Shen from @nethhiri, Yin from @a-killer-obsession, Nina, and a third OC - her creator is no longer a part of our discord anymore, nothing bad happened, but she was too young and we decided it was better to cut ties.

As we started playing dolls publicly, d-angel00 tried to force his OC in the polycule. I didn't find the post in question, but I remember he tagged me, Neth and AKO in a post with a drawing of his OC Julian, with the mention "Ladies, we have our first gay pair, now the real polycule can finally start". At this moment, I had no idea who d-angel00 was. I'm extremely nervous around strangers and people trying to force contact on me and his post made me uncomfortable so i decided to block him.

d-angel00 didn't handle well the fact that I blocked him. He sent direct messages to @wyvernslovecake and @nethhiri to ask them why did I block him.

In january of this year, I started including angst in my story. That's around the time Nina almost lose her baby in the story.

At this moment, I started receiving anonymous hate ask on tumblr, which came back repetitively. I didn't screen everything, but here is a few exemples of what I got daily. I closed / reopened anon asks for a moment. When I closed asks to protect myself, they came in other way (sideblogs using the "contribution" feature of my blog, for exemple)

At some point, @fortheloveofkiller - which I'll never thank enough for that, heart on you, I wish you the biggest tightest bone crashing Killer's hugs my dear - informed me they were invited on a discord server where people shared my comics, talked shit about it, and organized targetted attacks on my stuff. From what they told me, d-angel00 was the leader of it, he apparently is very obsessed with my work and kinda jealous because Nina is a popular OC. He lead the hate toward my work, and mekachu04 and master-of-sorrowful-orders were more like passive followers. I know for a fact master-of-sorrowful-orders, under the name of adolfgrey, stalked me on instagram because I saw them lurking the stories where I was talking about this cyber bullying. EDIT: fortheloveofkiller provided me screenshots of said discord server

I made a public post saying I was aware of the discord server existence, not naming everyone, and the harassment reached its peak at this moment. I received DM of fake support by anonymous accounts, insults toward my professional work and my family, and a very long anon ask which I deleted without reading it but was globally detailling point by point why I was the worst creator of all times.

From then, things calmed down a little, sometimes I received hateful asks and I assume they were from d-angel00 but they were pretty much avoidable.

A few weeks ago, wyv informed me that @mandiemegatron was receiving hateful anon asks in my name. I suppose other creators may have received the same, but I'm not aware of it. After talking with Mandie, we agreed that it was probably people from this discord server who sent the hate, in an attempt to make us hate each other (turns out Mandie is probably the sweetest person around here and we ended up moots, epic fail if I may). Mandie informed me she was aware of the existence of a discord server dedicated on sending hate on Kid pirates selfshippers / oc x canon creators. It may be two different discord servers but the coincidence seem pretty big.

The consequences on my life:

I'm, sadly, used to cyber bullying so I'm fine don't worry. However this deeply affected the trust I have in other members of the fandom. Whenever someone try to be nice with me, I always wonder if they're not secretly a part of this discord server.

When I learned about the discord server existence, it triggered a bad psychosis episode because it triggered flashback of school bullying. Hopefully I'm surrounded by amazing friends and my amazing wife.

I don't need moral support, I'm fine. I'm pointing this out to show that your actions here have consequences in real life and you need to be held responsible for it.

My requests:

- I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO SEND THEM HATE OR CUT TIE WITH THEM ON MY BEHALF, I DON'T THINK THAT SOCIALLY ISOLATING SOMEONE IS THE ANSWER. I don't want d-angel00 to be cut of the fandom, of the friends he made in the fandom. However, if you're in touch with him, I think you should hold him responsible for his actions and confront him so he stop his unhealthy behaviors.

- I want them to acknowledge what they did and apologize, weither it be in public or in private, if not to me at least to mandie. I want them to delete this stupid discord server, and I want their friends to confront them about their shitty behavior so they don't harm people who may be more fragile and vulnerable to cyber attacks.

- I don't want any direct interaction with them. If they wanna talk to me I ask it to be through a mediator or in a group conversation with a third person.

If they chose to not acknowledge their actions and not be held responsible for them, then I hope that at least other one piece creators will take note of this post so they can protect themselves and be aware of the existence of this group.

Again: I think this whole thing is deeply stupid and didn't deserve such energy. I wouldn't have make this post if they didn't start targetting other creators.

[writingsinashes]

I honestly have no idea what it is that I've done to someone here, but it's very clear someone has a problem with me and doesn't seem to understand that this isn't fucking high school.

I'm done playing this game with you.

The difference between you and me is that I'm about 99% positive I know who keeps falsely reporting me, sending me all this hate, looking for me and for no reason that is fucking logical, thinks that they're winning- the difference is I'm not going to let you win by calling you out.

There's no chance in hell that this happened literally about a week after I tried to reach out and support this person when they needed it.

I have so many things I want to say, but I'm not a petty person, and I think someone just wants attention. It's not coming from me anymore. I'm done.

I'm going to post this and have it queued to be reposted for a while because there are so many people here that I genuinely care about, with whom I sincerely want to continue writing.

People who understand that I'm doing what I can to just breathe at the moment, there are people here that I know care about the fact that I'm trying in every way possible to not be in this much pain, and understand that life happens.

I don't regret a single thing, because over the past ten years, I've met many amazing people who have been there with me through some of the most difficult times.

I wouldn't have ended up living with my best friend if it weren't for this hobby and website. I wouldn't be where I am today without these people, and if you're reading this, you know who you are.

I won't tag a single person because I don't want anyone to be targeted by the person who's very clearly dedicated to making sure that I have no voice.

I have a fucking voice.

You're not going to hurt any of the people I care for and am friends with, whom I've met through this hobby.

I started writing this post with the intention of giving up and walking away but this far into this update and notification I've come to realize that if I give up writing what I love then I'm the one hurting myself and I don't do that shit anymore.

So no, I'm not giving up RPing. I'm simply moving and interacting with people who are genuine, understanding, and caring- people I know are my friends here.

I can't see messages here on Tumblr, but I can see that I keep getting DMs. If you're trying to reach me or want to reach me, please send me a message on Discord.

I sincerely hope that I matter to the people that matter to me.

As I mentioned, I'm moving and making some changes, but I'll continue writing and role-playing.

The only thing I'm going to do differently is do it privately, following the people who like this post as well as the people that I'll follow on the new blog.

I've had muses on Tumblr for over a decade. They're not going away, and neither am I. So to recap, this blog is going to be posting this Sah update on a queue.

You can reach out to me on Discord (JustCallMeSah).

I'm moving, and if you'd like to write with me or even just stay in touch and be a part of the worlds we have/can make, please like this post so I can follow you on my new account.

I'll be following from that blog once it's set up, so even if we haven't interacted yet, don't let this stop you from liking this post, so we can, if that makes sense?

I don't know how to end this long ass post other than by saying that I very, very, very much hope to hear from you guys and that I'm on Discord- message me there for the link and I'm going to follow everyone as soon as I'm established.

I also hope that whoever is responsible for this receives help with their issues. I know that things in life aren't going as planned, and despite the hatred that person may harbor towards me, I wish you the best because no one deserves to carry that much anger without some help.

But don't let this whole PSA (basically) make you believe that I'm giving up and letting you win at whatever it is you're trying to accomplish, because that's not what's happening or what's going to happen.

So, yeah. See you guys on the flipside, hopefully.

Love, Sah.

[androgymagnus]

yeah buddy i was exaggerating for humor. like, joking? you know joking? literally the reason i like dr wolf is because he's kind. i don't think he's an asshole. hell, gordon ramsay--as a persona, and with this meme, part of why it's funny to me (not to speak to his real life because i don't know much about it)--usually is. he's yelling at the adults because they are doing something wrong and should know better and being kind to children because they aren't.

i was more talking about both the difference in both vibe--dr wolf is more likely to say something unintentionally rude/blunt/seemingly confrontational to a non-patient, particularly i was thinking of nichols in the pilot episode as i'd just rewatched it (not that nichols wasn't being kind of rude there too lmao) and just how in general, especially with how closed off he is personally, he tends to focus his warmer/more open kindness and empathy on patients (and dr pierce, his one close friend). this isn't to say he's cruel or intentionally unkind to anyone (though he gives off that impression not just because of his faceblindness, though that's part of it, and again, i don't think that means he is an asshole) beyond being a little confrontational, which is almost always in defense of his patients (or to his mom, which believe me i am not here to judge), even if the other person has a point (which is admirable, once again, since i didn't say it enough apparently, this doesn't make him Actually An Asshole). wow that's a lot of parentheticals. i just woke up, my head's all over the place. anyway, that vibe, of how he's more (if you'll forgive the pun) patient with his patients, while coming off as blunt/rude to others usually because he's so focused on his patients, doesn't mean he's a dick, just that he's like, good at his job. which he is.

AND--yeah i didn't forget i said 'both'--i believe i was thinking of both the aforementioned scenes with nichols and other people he thinks are being dumb in episode one (not that he's wrong, and it's admirable he has his patient's best interests at heart, that's like, again, the whole point, that he cares when other people won't) and he's very... confrontational? i don't know how to describe exactly what i mean, it's not that he's being an asshole but that there are times where he's so frustrated with them he's ironically not seeing their perspective (ie, should we take the mom's kids away forever in the first episode? no! was it reasonable to take them temporarily and require supervised visits for the time being? yeah! then, i don't think he's stupid, i get he was also upset with the implication it could become permanent and i get that, but--you get what i'm getting at here? gestures frusuratedly) which is, again, not unreasonable, but a Vibe Difference. and also of when van first fucks up with the needle and standard biopsy, yes, it is totally reasonable for dr wolf to scold him and be like this is a very basic procedure a doctor has to do and you could have made this worse for the patient, but i admit the first time i watched i kinda thought he was gonna be like okay, what's wrong, because that was not a normal reaction--but he was more concerned about the patient's feelings than what was up with van, which again. is reasonable. and not making him an asshole. but the difference is there. do you see what i'm saying.

i literally do not want him to be an asshole. that sucks. i don't need dr house 2, if i want to watch that i'll watch house or one of the hundreds of terrible sherlock adaptations (i'm talking to you, bbc sherlock. elementary, you can stay.) i much prefer an eccentric genius character who is allowed to be openly kind and empathetic rather than be a cold asshole who maybe, if you're lucky, is ~hiding~ the kind heart under that. not that that trope can't be fun but it gets really stale and a character like dr wolf is way more refreshing and fun.

look bro the original post was a little reductive but it was also a joke i made right before bed after rewatching the first episode (i was forcing my mom to watch lol) like. chill

also really funny how with patients vs almost anyone else dr wolf is just that gordon ramsay with kids vs adults "im not leaving until you laugh" vs "WHAT ARE YOU????? (an idiot sandwich 😔)" meme

[rikomoriyama01]

while we're talking about noras writing. I think parts of the way riko is written in the original is bad too. I think she makes him dumb when it's needed for the story. killing seth to me made no sense. if riko has the power to kill members of the foxes... kill Andrew!! riko is obviously very talented, surely he could have also analysed that seth was messing up the team, and killing him (ironically) only helps the foxes.

so. kill Andrew. Kevin comes running back. not only have the foxes lost one of their best strikers and their best goalkeeper. they can't even play anymore!! they've lost one too many players to meet the requirement. it's over. done.

and ik some Andrew stan is gonna say he couldn't be killed but bfr. Andrew is strong and a good fighter, yes, but riko could easily hire a well seasoned hit man or even a damn team of them if needed. make it look like a suicide, an accident, or even a murder! doesn't matter. the press thinks Andrew is insane and he's hated. Kevin comes running back and the ravens spin it as Kevin needing support in his grief from his team & family blah blah blah.

obviously riko doesn't do this cuz then the plot is fucked. but then don't establish that he can kill members of the foxes. have him do something else idk.

Apreciate that you managed to come up with something i had not heard so far in the fandom, tho i see the sentiment a bit differently. i think assuming that riko could deduce this much about foxes bond is bit of stretch, on top of it riko specifically wanted to kill a striker to put more pressure on kevin and neil with kevins damaged hand. so this leaves seth and matt and seth is clearly much lower profile death case considering matt has rich surgeon dad you could think that killing andrew would be too hot to pull off for that reason too considering andrew was somewhat involwed with the policeman investigatign his case in the past (excuse me i rember almost nothing of that plot by now the guy he called piggy or whatever) We also can``t assume that Riko could get just ... everything. he is second fmaily branch and tetsujis lil pet project i think if anythign i'm bothered by how inconsistent his range of power and infulence is That said Riko i smart and poses danger, he ha sskills and is not stupid. But its very easy to forget that if you spend too mcuh time readign tumblr tags or fanfics because the fandom makes sure to present him as biggest clown ever simply because nboody likes him . I gues good character writing is not smh ppl bother with when they hate someone lol Riko is good villian with a lot of flavs and his ego getting in his way, i think in very fitting way riko biggest enemy is riko himself and the way tetsujis upbirnging shaped him The fact that our mc is nobody but neil fuckgin josten and his side is damned andrew minyard do not help rikos case. you have 2 people who went throguh hell facign off again one motherfucker still stuck in it. if our mc's were different people riko would seem like different kind of threat . as it is he is just nuisance. but this is not fault of authors writtign this is issue of reader simplifying his role in the story and ignoring it simply because .. he's the villian ? and forced need to put all spotlight on other characters. people forget those books would not be as good if riko was the pathetic loser they write him as in fan content

[kitnjon]

Is there another website you use where we could find you if tumblr goes down? I deleted all my social media but this fandom means so much to me I don’t know how I would cope with losing all of it (I refuse to look up Jonsa on any other site, it would literally give me a heart attack if I had to see posts by people who hate it)

I don't know anon. This fandom means a lot to me as well. I became active here almost an year after show ended but it quickly became such an important part of my life. It's been almost 5 years since I became part of jonsa fandom and it honestly feels like a safe place to me. A place I can come back to again and again irrespective of what's going on in my personal life and forget it for a moment or two. My mutuals, blogs I follow, our tag, fandom events. Damn it. Even thinking of losing it all hurts 😭

I also don't have many other social media accounts tbh. I like tumblr because it's not that popular anymore so its bit calmer in terms of fandom experience than say Twitter or reddit. It's harder to cause drama here + less incels who hate sansa 🤣

My biggest problem is I mostly post gifs and I don't know which other platform we can post them on. When I first read tumblr potentially shutting down posts I was thinking I might create insta specifically for jonsa fandom where I can post edits at least. But I don't know how active jonsa fandom is on that app or how safe it is for our fandom (I am assuming not much hahaha)

I have ao3 account (same username as this). I mostly use it to read and comment on jonsa fics. But it's not really a place where we can chit chat daily. Unless we start spamming poor authors lol.

I also have a discord account and I am part of jonsa discord group. If you are already part of it my username would be easy to identify or just dm me here so i can share it. (Although I haven't been very active there, if tumblr goes down it might remain I guess safest place to catch up with all of you and continue to fangirl over jonsa)

But i will definitely miss making gifs and that hurts. I have so many jonsa gif ideas in my head. I have so many inspiration ideas saved in drafts to make some jonsa content. I always used to think one day I will surely get through all of these. Now I am not sure. Even if I make it, what's the point if I can't share it with all of you...

[wrestlersownmyheart]

"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 11 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that…

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some more angst

Chapter 11

Jey sat on the sofa in his dressing room after his street fight. He looked at the empty space beside him and could literally picture Y/N sitting there with her laptop typing away at some story ideas, her legs draped across his lap. He shook his head, trying to clear the image away and free his mind of his thoughts of her.

He knew he'd miss her. He knew it. But this feeling was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. It felt like his title reign didn't even matter. Nothing seemed to matter without her.

A knock sounded at his door, and he rose to his feet, walked to the door and opened it.

Seeing it was Rhea, he let her in and returned to the sofa.

"So this is how it's going to be?" Rhea asked, sitting down beside him. "You being all moody, and ignoring everyone around you, including the fans?"

"Maybe. What does it matter?" He sulked.

"It matters because you have friends that care about you. You have fans that care about you. You had Y/N, who cared about you–probably still does, truth be told."

"Nah, not after what I said to her."

"What did you say?"

"I told her she was just a conquest. Basically, that I used her for sex."

Rhea cursed softly. "And did you?"

"No!"

"Then why in the world did you tell her that, you dumbass?"

"I was trying to get her to go home, so she'd be safe. She just wasn't safe here." Jey defended his actions. But she may not be safe even at her home, he thought, remembering Gunther's threats out at the ring.

"Well, Gunther is going to be out for a few months thanks to your–whatever that was out there. Plus he's being fined and suspended indefinitely for what he did to Y/N. Why not try to fix things with her? She'd be safe with all of us while he's gone."

"And then when he comes back? It'd be all to do over again. And she could get hurt even worse."

"I'm sure we could figure something out."

Jey shook his head. "Nah. It's over. She hates me now, anyway. And don't go tell her anything I said. It's better for her this way."

"She doesn't hate you, I'm sure of it," Rhea replied. "She's hurt, Jey. Badly. She's deleted her Tumblr, along with all her writings, and I think it's because she's-"

"I can't help it, Rhea!" Jey exclaimed, frustration evident on his face. "What's done is done."

"You've screwed up," Rhea accused. "You had everything and now you're losing it all–despite being the owner of that championship." Rhea said motioning to the belt. She then turned around and left the room. Too angry to speak to him anymore.

Jey sat still on the sofa for a long moment. Just thinking.

Before he could chicken out, he picked up his phone and dialed Y/N's number.

It didn't even ring. It went straight to voice mail.

He hung up.

Either she had her phone turned off–which was highly unlikely.

Or she'd blocked his number.

It was most definitely the latter, because he recalled the text she'd sent him after he admonished her for leaving the hospital.

"I'm no longer your problem, nor am I your whore…"

"Woman, if you only knew," he thought out loud. "You were never a problem. And you were definitely never my 'whore'."

Shaking his head at his foolishness, he pocketed his phone and began packing up for his next flight.

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A week had passed and you'd resumed going to work. You failed to tell your boss about the injuries you'd sustained, because you knew she would insist on you taking more time off.

And that was the last thing you needed.

More free time to think about Jey.

As if you didn't do enough of that regardless.

Now, you looked up as a teenage boy approached the main desk of the library.

"Ready to check out your books?" You asked, trying to be cheerful and courteous despite your depression.

He nodded and handed over a few novels for you to check out. You punched in your code, and began scanning the books on the computer's barcode scanner. Then you began stamping the due date on them. Within moments you had the books checked out on the system and handed them over to the teenager. "Enjoy," you said with a small smile.

"You ready to go eat?" you're coworker and friend, Christina asked, coming out of the back office.

"I guess," you replied. "I'm not very hungry."

"Didn't you say you skipped breakfast?"

"Yes. I've not been eating so much lately. My nerves are just shot."

You mentally smacked yourself for letting out some information you meant to keep secret.

"What's going on that's stressing you?"

"Personal stuff," you said, "Stuff that I need to keep private."

"Okay," Christina said. "Well, come to lunch, girl. Watch me eat if nothing else. You need to get away for a while. I can see it in your eyes. You look really tired. The vacation didn't do much for you, did it?"

"You have no idea," you replied. "I should never have left. I should have just stayed home."

"Well, if you get to needing to talk about it, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, I appreciate that, Christina."

"No problem."

The two of you clocked out for lunch, and hit the cafeteria that was inside the library's building.

"I'll have a steak burrito," Christina put in her order, and then you did.

"I'll have the Greek salad."

You paused, as you recalled Jey's joking about women who ate salads. Tears sprung to your eyes and you quickly blinked them away.

"You okay?" Christina asked, seeming to notice your sudden quietness.

You nodded, and waited as the clerk pulled a pre-made salad out of the display case, and handed it to you.

You both paid for your food and then found a small table out in the lobby to sit at.

You nibbled at your salad in silence.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

You looked over at Christina then–gave it some thought. She'd always proven to be trustworthy in the past.

"Can I tell you in confidence?"

"Absolutely. I won't say a single word to anyone."

You thought hard about it for a moment.

What would it hurt, you thought. Maybe she could give me some advice on how to get over Jey.

So, you told her.

Everything.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she replied, when you finished telling her about how Jey had proclaimed his love for you only to–twenty-four hours later–all but say he'd tricked you into sex. She placed her hand on yours, "Really. I can't believe how people can be so cruel."

"Me either," you said, wiping at a tear that had spilled down your cheek.

"I'm here for you," Christina said. "I know that's not a lot but it's the best I can do."

You shook your head, "No, it means a lot to me. Really."

Christina smiled and patted your hand. "It will be okay. It'll take you some time, but it will be okay."

You nodded. You didn't agree, but you nodded anyway.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and for that you were thankful. All you wanted was to go home and climb into bed.

About an hour until time for you to get off work, your boss, Mildred, commented on how pale you were looking.

"Are you sick?"

You shook your head, "No. Not that I know of."

She smiled warmly and told you to go home and get some rest. The rest of the staff could handle the remaining hour until closing time.

Dreading to get home to your empty house, but relieved because you could go to bed that much earlier, you accepted the offer and clocked out. Then you were grabbing your things and heading out to your car. Within seconds, your car was started and you were headed home.

Once at your house, you let yourself in, and noticed the suitcase from your travels was still in the foyer needing to be unpacked. Hanging your purse on a hook, you rolled the suitcase into the living room and began going through it. Making a pile of clothes for your laundry, you suddenly froze as you lifted the next garment out of the suitcase.

One of Jey's pink "YEET" shirts.

"How did this get in here?" you wondered aloud.

You must've accidently packed it while you were in a hurry to pack your clothes in the hotel room.

Gazing at the shirt, you made the mistake of lifting it to your face. Inhaling, you took in the scent of Jey's light, airy cologne.

Instantly, you sobbed. It was as if he was standing right there beside you.

"Jey, why'd you have to be such a jerk? Why couldn't you have been who I thought you were?"

Your phone rang suddenly, and you checked it.

Naomi.

Reluctantly, you answered the phone, unable to disguise the fact that you were crying.

"Hello?"

"Y/N? What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I'm… I'm going through my suitcase…"

"And? What's wrong with that? Talk to me, Y/N."

"I found one of his shirts in my things. It smells like him."

"Oh, baby… I'm so sorry."

"It's my own fault."

"No. No it's not. Jey needs to wake up."

"Jey isn't who he said he is. He never cared about me. He all but admitted it."

"That just doesn't sound like the Jey I know."

"Maybe none of us knew him," you snapped suddenly. "Maybe he's not who you think he is."

"Listen, I think that-"

"I'm done discussing this, Naomi. It hurts too much."

"Okay, Y/N. It'll be okay. We're here for you."

Suddenly angry, you rolled your eyes. So everyone says, you thought. But when it comes down to it, what can they really do to help?

Then you felt bad. Naomi really was just trying to help you.

"I know. Thank you."

"I just wanted to call and check in with you," Naomi said softly. "But I can see you're not doing very well. Is there anything I can do?"

"Can you reverse time?"

"No. No I can't."

"Then I guess there is nothing you can do."

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Don't worry about it." You swallowed back some more tears. "I-I need to go Naomi. I'm sorry, but I do."

"Okay, Y/N. Call us if there is anything we can do to help. Really."

"Thank you, Naomi," you said. "Bye."

"Bye, Y/N."

You hung up.

Numbly, you stood to your feet, and leaving the pile of laundry for in the morning, you headed upstairs to your bedroom, Jey's shirt in your hands. Once you reached your room, you fell onto the bed and curled up in the fetal position, snuggling against the shirt.

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[the-bar-sinister]

I really genuinely hate the present state of fandoms right now. I hate the way people tag nonsense so I can't find fanart from fanfic from memes. I hate that I can't go into any of the character tags without having a really bad time because people will tag anything with the character's name regardless of relevancy. And Tumblr has zero interest in organizing posts in any meaningful order so you can never find what you actually want. Heaven forbid this site use a real search system with some sort of flare or whatever. None of the other social media sites are any better. Discord is only good if you already know people and even then it's pretty cliquey. I genuinely do not know how anyone enjoys themselves in fandom spaces anymore. I hate that I have to keep blocking people and it doesn't help. I once blocked someone, and they didn't realize it because they had multiple accounts. I did not know that either. So we were both really surprised when they tried to interact with my fanfic and they couldn't and they managed to circumvent around it anyway. It was an extremely awkward day for me. Something is extremely unhealthy about the current state of things and I don't know what it is. We weren't ever really 'nice' to each other in fandom spaces, but dammit it wasn't this

It's because we all used to have separate spaces (forums and websites) divided by topic but now we all have to share one space.

The "i love character x" posts are mixed in with the "i hate character x" posts and the fanart posts are mixed in with the memes and the people who are making serious meta posts about the show are mixed in with the people who are shipping everything.

We used to be divided by topic. On forums, things used to be divided even more narrowly. You'd go to the "show x" forum, and if you wanted to completely ignore the memes, you could because they were in the memes category. And if you wanted to completely ignore the fanfic, you could because it was all in the fanfic category.

But now it's all just soup.