Please stop this thief insane person
@6mediocre6
They literally stole my photo, my own, called them their own, which I shared with my friends. It was a 36-person fan group.
Thay also insults my friends and calls themself hero.
"Justice". Oh, shit
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Интересно мой артбук VC на очереди?
@6mediocre9
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Stolen
If you @6mediocre9 deny that you've stolen smth
This is the best proof.
You even stole my SCREENSHOTS.
Screenshots can't be THE SAME.
My private group.
I've posted it at autumn 2023
On the 8th of November 2023
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theft @6mediocre9 it's all from a private, closed group
Please, this is a very unpleasant situation. Don't support this person, delete the reblogs.
@setteidreams
I found a settei website where you can buy them. In our fan chat, two girls got together and bought them. I uploaded some of the files myself to a our private, closed group with strict rules.
No sharing without permission. Stealing.
I was also given a mail that is linked to Patreon for safekeeping, screenshot:
August 21, 2023 patrion and screen group
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@6mediocre9
Это действительно воровство.
DO NOT REPOST THESE SCANS
This user @6mediocre9 stole my scans!
Of fanbooks and setteis that I bought myself! On my own money!!!
Please DO NOT REBLOGTHESE POSTS!
I didn't give a permission to post it!
Please if you've already rebloged it DELETE IT!
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Diabolik lovers Opening
When a humanoid is bitten by vampire they become a slave to their master and are known as a ghoul.
This occurrence is connected to the appearance of a vampire in London.
Librarians heard tales of sun-swallowing vampires.
Because of his heinously cruel penchant for impaling his enemies alive he was called a "bloodsucking devil" and was feared by friend and foe alike.
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The rose is red, the violet’s blue,
what happened to arter ホオチャ @ho_c_ho and where to find them?
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A Running Rose
I want to be Reiji's flower. "My favourite rose", that's what he would call me, a beauty rose. I loved him and he wouldn't know I could run away. I would do it. When he finds me and asks "why?" I'll say, "I'm a new kind of running rose, you've succeeded in making one."
Then I'll add that I've been meaning to do it all along, that I thought about it and knew he'd catch me. I will be afraid of him, because he has a hundred and one ways to cut every thorn off me.
I will answer honestly no matter what he asks. And when I admit that I shall never be just his rose, that I am not his property, not his at all, I am an individual and should be free, which is what I want. He, with a smirk, walk up to me, slowly, habitually place his palm on my cheek, possessively, and say:
"I knew it, all of it".
"Of course you did".
"So sweet, you dare for a second think I didn't understand…" — he looked into my eyes and found what he wanted. — "After all, I allowed you to."
I guessed and knew there was no chance. There was still hope in me. Even now.
"My beauty, at last you've confessed to me. It seems like progress, what do you think?"
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