#you won't believe this came from a status roleplay

[kazthisnuts]

Pokes you.

I have found your art account through deep searching. Definitely not the discord.

ANYWAYS FREE PASS TO YAP ABOUT AN OC!! GO OFF

GASP i have the pass to yap about an oc??!??!!? WOAHHH

anyway say hi to clover he's a silly goober (he can't feel happiness)

[next]

I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM ENOUGH

you guys should totally ask him something.... oooo you so badly want to ooooooooo im hypnotizing you

ANYWAY

clover is a gardener for void vegetation, that's his whole thing, he doesn't have a purpose or dream he just. tales care of plants because he has nothing else to do

he's in constant despair, but it is also what keeps him alive

all his plants feed on despair, it's what they're made of and what will become of them

he trades them in with Nightmare. Nightmare uses them as healing items as they hold enough negativity for him to feed off..... in exchange he just brings general goods to clover's "universe"

CHARACTER SHEET THAT I NEED TO UPDATE!!!

[noroi-om]

If you're still taking requests, do you think you could make some headcanons about leviathan from obey me? ( They can be general or relationship or mixed or anything,it's up to you lol!! ) Thank you if you do! There's little to no more content of my boy so, miss him😔

Relationship Headcanon | 🎮Leviathan👾

Wait… what? What did you just say? You two are… in a relationship? He's your boyfriend?! You really said that?! He's not imagining things?! Pinch him… or not..hit him! Hit him hard! That may be one of his otaku loner visions. He's dreaming for sure! That's a crazy fantasy! How could someone like him be in a relationship?!

He really is. And you had to tell him over and over again that you two are a couple. And that's not some projection world that is showing him what he would like to see…��

But wait… he doesn't know anything about being a boyfriend! Anime is not a life lesson!

You will really have to hit him so he stops doing that. First, he's okay. Then he starts freaking out because he doesn't feel like it's real. Sometimes you can find him lying on the floor staring at his room’s ceiling. Without saying a word or talking to Henry. Of course he won't get any response. It would be weird if suddenly he'll say that Henry is having a conversation with him… that fish probably got cursed or haunted finally… poor thing…

But after a long time of questioning his own existence and calculating the chances that it really is real, he calmed down. 

He's not freaking out anymore. 

He's proud of you being his partner made with love! He's changing his status on every app to “taken”. Saying he always wanted to do it!

He's overexcited once, then he's scared and again questioning life.

Do you really want someone like him as your boyfriend? Well… there's many more guys who would be better…

But! He's so happy that you chose him! He would be… angry if you went to someone else… he would feel so jealous that he wasn't sure what he would do knowing that… So he's overjoyed that you really chose him. Out of all humans, demons and angels. 

So maybe he's not that gross and he's not always sitting in his room like in the basement? He got his other half for himself! And his beloved is not fictional! You also are with him on your own will!

Hehe… right? You really wanted it? Or maybe you just pity him? Or –

You must make him stop when he's beginning. And there's unfortunately no way he'll quickly stop. Because thousands years of his life were the same. He was living thinking about games and anime. How can he believe in that real person is next to him right away?! Unbelievable… and that person isn't calling him weirdo?! You're not a total normie! Of course you're not!

He's trying his best to be the boyfriend that you would want. Type you'll be dreaming around. He would be shy, but he would ask you what you like. He can try to be like that! It's like roleplaying until he'll get used to it and it'll go out of him naturally! Only if you won't ask for something like looks change or complete personality change, he'll manage! 

If you want him to be romantic, he could do something! What about putting flower petals around his room?! Or putting an decorated table inside his room so you two can eat a romantic dinner? He can ask Barbatos how to prepare it with elegance!

If you want him cool… he can try! He could be trying to flirt with you, making you blush. To see that you're melting under him when he's smirking at you. 

He tried to lean on the doorframe suddenly, when you walked in the room. Scenario about what he needs to do playing in his mind. Only to be broken after a few seconds when he leaned towards you. Because your face was too close! He started blushing and looking around! A cool line to flirt with you came out with a stutter and screeching…

He wanted to go to the Music room, snap Lucifer's favorite record and wait for death. 

Yet you smiled at him. Kissed him. Hugged him. And you love him? 

He doesn't have to be seeking death in his brother's hands? 

Really?! You don't hate him because he can't be a cool boyfriend?!

Well, he is kinda cool too… he's the third brother. So he's stronger than half of the rest. There are only two stronger than him. He can summon Lotan. He can be in water very well. He can be doing game marathons without getting tired when he needs to finish it! He can finish the longest anime in one sitting. Without even once standing up. He can remember whole parts of books he was reading. Even the most complicated ones. 

He can quickly find anything online. 

So he got cool things!

If you tell him this, he'll be flaring up like he's about to start burning. 

“D-don't! Y-you shouldn't be praising weirdo like mee!!!” *blushing*

He's saying that but he wanted you to praise him. He doesn't want you to break up with him. Even if he still can't quite accept that you're in love with him.

He's a typical gamer boyfriend. You always know where you can find him. You know his passwords. You are allowed to his collections and games. Even if he's not in the room you can go in. Just please don't delete his saves in a few games! He won't be angry if you do. In an accident. But he'll be depressed that he needs to do everything again. Suddenly he'll change topic and he'll say that it's not your fault, but sign for him to do it one more time. Since he probably forgot about the side quest or something!

You can do pranks on him and he won't yell around that you're harassing him. Since he can do the same things to you! 

Most of your dates are playing games together or watching anime together. With some food you two like. You can go the whole night! Or the whole day and night! Both!

But if you can't do that and it's too hard on your body, you're always allowed to go to sleep. If you are interested in the plot of the anime, he'll pause it and you can finish it someday. You're not hardcore demon otaku who can be sitting in the room for a whole week. And no one knows if you're dead or alive in here. You are allowed to rest. Of course. 

You can… even… lie on him… if you want! 

He won't do the first move, but if you'll lie your head on his shoulder… he only waits for you to do it. Since he can lay his head on yours without you asking what he's doing. That way it's less embarrassing for his poor heart!

There's no way you'll be arguing with him. He'll agree to you on whatever. He would want to just lie down on the floor and say to you you can beat him with a cable or chair if you want. Because he won't be arguing with you! He can call his brothers names and curse at them. But never you! How can he do something like that to the first person who ever saw in him something normal, not only an anime addict?! Go ahead. Do whatever you want with him!

He is clingy. Maybe he's not open, he's shy. And he's often embarrassed about things with you, but if you'll start first, he'll be continuing. He won't kiss you first. But if you'll do it, he'll move for more. He won't be hugging you. But if you'll be the one who'll reach closer to him, he'll take you in his arms. 

If he feels extra clingy, jealous or pouting, he won't be talking. He'll sit and play games, having you wrapped in his tail. Then he can have both things that are making his mood better. Playing games and holding you. 

Tail is good in these times.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC REVIEW: Two Secrets to Surrender by Grace Callaway

4.5/5. Releases 5/8/2025.

Heat Index: 8/10

—small town romance but historical

—satyr/nayad roleplay

—oh no someone is trying to kill my man with statues

—head over heels whirlwind

The Basics:

When magnate Conrad Godwin sweeps into the tiny village of Chudleigh Bottoms, Lady Gigi Harrington is not here for his "I am going to buy everything up including your friend's business" ways. But she is here for all the times he has her look at erotic books and gives her unimaginable pleasure. A few problems: A) there's no way her loving family will approve of him B) should they really be rushing into this? C) who is trying to kill Conrad by shoving statues onto his head and such?

The Review:

The thing about Grace Callaway is that she's basically incapable of NOT entertaining the reader. Her books always have a bit of mysterious at minimum, but her latest series has softened it a bit with the setting of Chudleigh Bottoms (which is a bit of a legacy setting for longtime readers). This series is kind of a warm hug for readers. Yes, someone is trying to kill Conrad in ways suitable for a Loony Tunes character, but in many ways this is a small town romance gone historical, with a bit less of the Gothic than its predecessor.

I mean, there are some hints at... dream connection to the dead? Maybe a touch of reincarnation? I wasn't 100% sure, but a bit of communing with the dead did happen, much as it did in the first installment of this series.

But plot stuff aside, a lot of this is really focused on a rather whirlwind romance between Conrad and Gigi. The romance kicks off immediately here. He's her Viking (until he isn't and she kind of hates him, but only for a minute) and she's his nymph. Then he introduces her to a naughty book about a satyr named Prick and a nayad named Pearl, and they're that! Might I add, I am a sucker for a historical romance in which people get their hands on racy novels and Learn Things. And Gigi certainly does learn things.

Gigi is a classic Callaway heroine—maybe a bit more sheltered and less insane than some that came before her. But she's still a bit spirited and a lot sweet. Conrad has some torture to his past (I mean, it's kinda significant) but he doesn't carry it quite the same way as a lot of tortured Callaway heroes do. He resists the call of love for a bit, all "Oh, I won't marry this girl, it's just a bit of fun" ... But when the time comes, he's the one who really cops to love first. And he's in? He's IN.

I've noticed recently that there's been a bit of a trend in historical romance for characters who kind of lose their heads to passion, commit, and then realize that they need to learn some things about each other. I do like it. Here, you really believe that Gigi and Conrad get swept up in their feelings ... and then they kind of have to get to know each other for real.

My one critique of this book would be that Conrad is kind of carrying a lot of the narrative weight on that level? But that's part of what you often run into with second gen series. Gigi's parents had their damage, but they recovered from it—and you can't give second gen kids in romance TOO much trauma because you undermine the happiness of the first gen, right? So I get it, and it's a minor critique. I am VERY much looking forward to the next book.

The Sex:

Grace writes such fun sex scenes, and Conrad is basically jumping at any opportunity to hit his knees and give Gigi what she deserves. As always with a Callaway novel, there's a bit of butt stuff, and it's well-appreciated. But I especially loved the role-playing. So cute! And hot!

The Conclusion:

If you're a Grace Callaway fan, you will have a great time with this. If you're not and you want a small town vibe with a lot of heat, a good dose of humor, and a touch of mystery—you'll also have a great time. And the next book is marriage in trouble? Say less.

Thanks to Grace Callaway and her team for a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[themultiversemercs]

Who inspires you?

Are there any FC’s you believe should be used more? Why?

What calms you down after negativity?

What’s your best RP experience?

Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

What genres do you like writing the most?

What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

(I'd send the symbols but tumblr won't let me copy them)

So! in order:

Who inspires you?

In life, it's the three people that made sure I'm still here (avoiding too much detail to avoid TW) they did so much for my mental health just being themselves, and I'll always be thankful for that.

As for within RP... Everyone, honestly. It's kind of baked into the characters I play, the idea that they all interact, the Arch that knows @koikuro101-rp-hub 's now absent Jill is the same Arch who knows @txngledbxnds 's Duch and so on. I love building this great militia of sorts that fights for those who can't, who deserve to not have that kind of blood on their hands!

Like MW2019 Price's quote:

"End of the day, someone has the make the enemy scared of the dark. We get dirty, and the world stays clean. That's the mission."

Are there any FCs you believe should be used more? Why?

Generally, I feel people's FC's are pretty varied and unique, maybe it's just my unfortunate luck of having more of them that are smaller like Jason so there isn't as much in terms of edits or whatnot for them. I do feel like more gruff men could be present though, maybe it's just who I follow but I don't see that many.

What calms you down after negativity?

Oh boy, this is a question.

Thanks to my spacca status (AuDHD) I can be affected by negativity for a while and randomly too. I'm sure people have noticed it in my writing when Arch is suddenly colder or standoffish.

As for how I deal with it, if I know it'll kill the vibe of the thread I try to back off and leave the thread alone until I feel better, usually by spending time with my partner, or by otherwise putting some distance from stuff.

What's your best RP experience?

Ooooo, now that is a good one! I have a few favourite threads which now I never shut up about. 😅

The big one is called The Shattered Illusion with @txngledbxnds, where after Duch's husband is killed, a cleaner is sent to make sure Arch's mutagen does not fall into enemy hands, but is caught by Duch when he's ransacking her and her late husband's apartment. He ends up sticking around to take over STEALTH in this timeline, but the feelings and memories that belonged to his predecessor soon seep into his mind, making him question his relations to this woman who he's never met prior.

Another one that I wish I could have expanded on is Mistake with @noonegetsleftbehind playing a Chris and Jill where despite being in a relationship with each other both of them are cheating with Arch, and when it all comes out it's quite explosive!

And of course @koikuro101-rp-hub's Jill Valentine. Where Agent came from, where one of Arch's better endings come from, and where one of Arch's canon events comes from. Arch is tasked with helping to get Jill out of Africa during the events of Resident Evil 5, but she is killed in the process and Arch is blamed, ensuring any collaboration between STEALTH and the BSAA is ruined.

Are there any small details you like in roleplays?

For me it's small things, when characters actually do human things when in the thread, like eating, drinking, smoking, that kind of thing. Other than that another thing is when the other person adds things that are part of their world, or special interests to them, like me with my firearms.

What genres do you like writing the most?

Action and angst mostly, romance is still wonderful even if I'm determined to make my characters suffer!

What tends to bring your muse out the most? What inspires you?

Music, music, and music.

That and the films I watch, for example I love the idea of Agent going out like T-800 in T2.

[cherry-gemz]

Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

[deviantartdramahub]

You have the nerve to say this -> Status by Morothias on DeviantArt. Aren't you the one who claimed to be Jellybeanism who happens to be a completely diffrent person! I thought it was a bit weird when I saen that username on Yahoo Answers, talking nothing like you do on DeviantArt. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now, I see why you changed your name. Here is how I know. First of all, let's take a trip down memory line. Copying and pasting somebody else's comment or note or complaint is easy, uh, not that I do that myself of course. Why would I when all I have to do is read whatever the person I'm talking too, or whoever is talking about me for whatever reason. And then think of a reply and job done, however, BirdThatWhispers on the other hand; Nah...his ideal solution would be to come up with a fabricated lie using old complaints made by other people about him. Comments or notes or anything that gives him the advantage to use against his current victim(s) so he can manipulate people into thinking he's being honest. BirdThatWhispers will try passing the blame on to somebody else so he can go after women or children for sexual fetish roleplays, and this is all on a website designed for artists and art enthusiasts. What a "nice guy" huh, and I mean that in a STRONG and VERY sarcastic tone of voice, BirdThatWhispers is a twisted and sick individual altogether. His limits don't stop there either, he would do that kind of crap with 12-year-old girls or boys who don't know any different. And what is the big fetish he enjoys the most? Spanking them at bedtime with a wooden hairbrush on their bare behinds.... what a freak BirdThatWhispers truly is...and I'm not kidding, I have a screenshot of him doing a roleplay with a 14-year-old girl. Does that sound anything like what that creepy prick told you, Eve? I bet you anything it wasn't. But the point I'm making here is, YOU'RE the same! You said so yourself, you can't handle the pressure, and while you "burst" into a rage against whomever, me in most cases, you can't bring yourself to shut up and read what the person is saying to you! Like you, he bullied somebody who had a condision. Like you, Bird didn't care and continued to attack. And also like Bird, you took a username that somebody else had, and pretended to be them so you could get money... money that is meant for people who suffered in that quake... I mean, do you have no shame? Do you enjoy making fun of people have condisions too like BirdThatWhispers, aka AnimeCitizen, aka whatever the fuck he goes by now....huh? Do you? You think was making fun of that prick Armstrongy85 because I thought he was a "cool person", fuck no! I thought and still do think he's a nasty pace of work liek you, a bully who thinks he can just log on and talk shit to people because they won't listen to him! And let's not forget, I've had some nuppty, you, in other words, give me empty threats because you actually believes a I'm just going to roll over accept defeat. Well, as much as I love bursting your bubble, Evie, I'm doing it again now. Nah, I'm not gonna stop or give up, I don't need a DA account to show the World what a horrable peace of shit you truly are! This isn't over, Evie... It's NOT OVER BY A LONG SHOT!

I have yet to see anything from either side of this conflict which could ever be considered proof. One side has a list of supposed alts, and has dedicated their profile to talking about what they consider to be an utmost pressing issue, but I'm sure they know the first thing that would be asked of them by a court (which includes this Tumblr group, which aspires to be a court) is how they came to think all the users they speak of are the same individual. To this day, this question has not been answered? Will today be any different? Only they have the power to make it that way. On the other hand, the accuser in turn has been accused of being a sexual deviant. But based on what?

I'm not sure who is a nice guy here, but each side throwing around claims isn't nice, and tragically the one provable thing here is digital artists being needy enough with money that they fall into what many would call this clash with humanitarianism that has been alluded to here and elsewhere. Yet it would be convenient for all of them to come here to explain themselves since all the claims about each other hold equal water.