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nuttykittenglitter (previously generouscandycreator, purplecatshark, shadypersonnut, and pinkkidcreator) / Virginia Adungo is a documented scammer.

their current paypal account (under the name Virginia Adungo) has also been used by another known scammer, clevervoidduck, to run a different insulin scam. you can see it linked in this archived reblog of their post here: https://archive.is/Ls2mX

their previous blog, shadypersonnut, used a paypal account under the name Eunice Eqira, which you can see linked here: https://archive.is/6OmZl

this Eunice Eqira account had been edited from its original name, Eunice Odira. you can compare how their paypal account appeared on october 18th to december 1st here: https://archive.is/https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=92FM6TS8TDLMJ

they are currently running this exact scam under the username jovialnightcat with the paypal name eUnice'margwel’. some past tumblr blogs that have run this scam were alfayothesoftwareaudit with the paypal name Alfred Onyango, eunice-2-magwerl with the paypal name Magwerl Onyango, and perfectpiratewonderland with the paypal name Jamillah Vilinga

https://www.tumblr.com/scam-alerts/767165985387118592/scammer-alert

https://www.tumblr.com/slenbee/769631048907833344/list-of-current-scammers-part-3

https://www.tumblr.com/u-reblogged-a-scam/769874949281349632/do-not-donate-your-money-to-or-reblog-any-posts

would you mind deleting their scam from your blog, or clearly labeling it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others? please remember you can use the tumblr search box to search the username/paypal account name/text used by people asking for money to check if they’ve been proven to be a scammer

thanks for saying something 💀scammers istg

[astriferem]

Homebrew

My head, astrifer. Stars far too heavy for my nape, failed gifter. When I break them down and get them out, they aren’t whole. Regardless of glue or tape cracks still show. Miniscule to everyone, but to me they glow. In essence I’m tired of decent. I’ve been going at this for a year yet still I’m not eating, because what you find delectable I think of as heathen. Heathen to what I aim for it to be even if it isn’t to who I called me. What do I do, now that consistency isn’t enough? Dedication shown but work still rough time spent walking but they only carry mud determination thorough but no light for my buds. All this talk, but i’ll continue to give a fuck.

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the level of censorship around this man is ridiculous, what happened to free speech? It’s just his name.

[astriferem]

Draft Final Chapter

Chapter /\: Shine On

I know it's pointless. The abyss's body simply goes to pick up its head to fix it back on, but stops movement once it has it. Just standing there, like it's contemplating. The head then falls from its hands, as the body comes over to grab me by the collar. "Just stop!" The abyss shouts, slamming heavy punch after heavy punch into my face. Molly drops from my hand, thorns not even hanging on anymore. Just me to face it. “Give out! Up! In!"

I can't help but smile toothily, imagining there might be holes and gaps in it. The one thing I can't do is quit. 

"Ah... You can't knock me out, can you?" I mock lazily, chuckling as I look up at the stars. This unrelenting bonfire of a creature, all this force, yet the only thing I know how to do is keep going. It lifts me up further, so my feet dangle. 

"You... You-!" It'd be seething if it had a tangible face. “I need you! You. Need. Me! Come on, you cavalier, just stop being difficult! We both want to be whole!" 

I close my eyes. I'm not even pissed. Being the pilot is in its nature. 

"Not 'til I understand. You know, though." 

Its squeeze slowly softened, one hand dropping to the side. It let go of me, stumbling through the snow back to its head. I could feel control come back over my body, stumbling up from the snow. 

"Why didn't I just talk to you...?" It mumbles, standing there. I limp over, tapping its shoulder. 

"Just help me." I close my eyes and smile, outstretching my hand for a shake. I feel the warm heat of its hand meet mine, and for once, rest. Long, peaceful rest.

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Draft C5

Chapter V: WHAT’S GOOD

The abyss split in half. Molly barely chopped into the wall behind it, slowly losing place as the surrounding wood wilts. The entire upper half of the room has burned, chandelier red hot and resting in a crater on the floor. Luckily, with the split abyss, the wilting has quit. I can't move. Not just from the wood puncturing my body. Paralysis from the neck down set in the moment the abyss was cut in two, forcing me to fall to the floor. As it stares its displaced eyes into me, I stare back. "This only stalls the inevitable. Give up." The abyss growls, spindly dark webs knitting the two halves together. Once it's whole again, the heat starts up, finishing off the cabin's wood. I can move, but can't move fast enough to catch myself and fall. I land upside down in the snow, beside falling mahogany planks and resting dust staring up at the... treehouse? We're surrounded by redwood trees once again. Either way, the abyss floated above, staring down at me as infrastructure collapsed around the area. I begin scrambling up, working through the aches in my body to go around the base of the tree. 

"You won't get far. Cavalier spirit." I know it isn't wise to look back, at least. I sprint through the snow to the back, finding Molly sticking upright in a plank of wood. I flip around to search for the abyss's position, believing it to still be at the other end of the house. A terribly hot hand rests on my shoulder. "All I needed was for your input. To understand." I ready my weapon and stumble around, but the abyss didn't give me pleasure. Pain rocks through my side as I go rag-dolling past trees, hurdling through the air and hitting every branch on the way possible. "Guhhllll..." Vomit floods from my mouth far to the forest floor beneath, hung like a towel. Molly is only in my hand because of the thorns adorned on her hilt. If anything, she's clung to me. My senses are barely regained before I feel hot pressure on my back, the surrounding redwood wilting.

"You only act from intuition, incapable of thinking for yourself.” It monologues, reaching for the back of my head. “Muscle memory." The branch breaks from wilt. I flail as I fall, tightening my grip on Molly and chopping into the nearby bark to slow my descent, still landing miserably into the snow.

Yet, I clamber up, looking to the sky. The abyss is gone from the branch. I turn on my heel to close the possibility of it appearing behind me, but it already has. Floating there, above melting snow and drying poppies. 

"What are you after!?" I begin trying to bargain with this ass-pain, yet it kicks my chest in so I crash into the trunk behind me. Still reeling from the back of my head hitting the bark, the abyss grapples its crust-ridden hands on me and starts swinging us in circles. 

"You know." Thrown and flying yet again, I grip both hands to Molly, regaining my senses from the pain. Her blade breaks into a tree we were about to fling past, stopping us there. It loves appearing behind me, doesn't it? I pull her out, close my eyes shut and swing back, losing control over my body yet again. I thud against the ground with her still in my hand, followed by another thud. I open my eyes to see the abyss's body standing there, headless.

[astriferem]

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[astriferem]

Draft C4

Chapter IIII: Eigengrau Drops of my sweat hit the paper. “This isn’t going to help…” I begin, filtering through the R section. “Only if you keep searching like that.” Molly has a twisted grin on her face, sitting atop her desk while watching me suffer. “That abyss will be here before you find yourself.”

I check back behind me, witness to the mahogany curling up and candles sweltering like me. She snaps her fingers. “You want me to help, don’t you?” Attention turned to her, I nod. “A hint, anything.” The book might as well be a lost cause. “Keep working.” She raises her right hand to her head, holding up an L. Mocking me. “Fuck…” My head drops back into the book like an ashamed dog, opening back to where I left off. Reading through numbers, through names with no meaning, onto the S section. “Are you stupid?” Molly’s smile fades, keeping the L at her forehead. “Look up.” I look up to her, then at the slanted ceiling. The only thing to see is how the bubbling abyss’s strength eats at it, opening to the sky and allowing stars to peek through. Nothing is telling me anything. “I’m lost…” “L! Go to L! Stupid mutt.” After a second of disbelief, I promptly go back down, flipping to the L section. How did I manage to make my way here if she had to tell me that? “I really just do your job for you.”

As my finger sifts across the pages, the floor beneath me begins to splinter. The wood digs to my skin, even stabbing through as time progresses. I’m stuck here. Even if I could turn around, all I would be able to see is the head of the abyss. Peaking its radiant head over the railing of the stairs. All I can do is read. Stuck between life, on the desk in front of me, and death behind me. Sift as they eat at me in tangent, until my eyes land where a name mirrors me. Between the stars and the depths. Lumberjack. Even with that… “I can’t face it…” I confess, closing the book with my eyes and resting my head upon it. My waist is through the floor already, legs pincushioned like they’re wrapped in rose thorns. “Then axe it.” She lifts my chin up. Opening my eyes, she isn’t there. Just a tomahawk adorned in her thorns stuck through the desk. My back feels as though it’s burst into fire. Still, I reach. Grown used to the feel of being pierced. The abyss is tapping a fiery finger on my shoulder by the time she’s in my hands. Blood sweat and tears, I swing where its arm should be as I force myself out of the wilting floor. The abyss has me like a rotisserie, facing my back to the desk now, non-existent flames licking and burning through my chest. “You.” It heaves. I lean back, Molly aiming. “Wouldn’t dare.” I would. I pitch.

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Draft C3

Chapter III: Penitence And Molly

“Now you show your face?” Her voice echoes from above, golden light flooding down below with it. The door led to the ground floor of a spiral staircase area, made of a foreign mahogany. The railing of the stairs has repeating and empty dreamcatchers all the way up, opposite to walls of shelves. When I get close enough to read, the books are nonsensical jumbles of words of random sizes and colors. As I begin up the steps, the tone from before clearly blaring from above, I hang my head, eyes on my shadow. It felt humiliating to climb my way up, like I’m under a spotlight without anything to show. I shuffle along while using the railing for leverage upwards, realizing why I feel this way when my eyes glance over my forearm. Call me when you can. The font reads how her voice sounds. The stairs end in a circular study, an unlit candle chandelier hanging from the roof and holding… unfinished dreamcatchers. My eyes go to the only source of light in the room, her desk at one of the ends of the room. It’s whittled into the floor, made of the same wood. On top were towers of books and a lamp, along with her kicked up legs. “You’re still kicking, not to mention glittering!” She forces a chuckle, twirling an open landline in her hand. The source of that horrid tone from earlier. Her face is a blur to me, though I could see her gold eyes. They’re glaring me down, her wrists and crown wrapped in rose thorns. Molly. A plaque beside her literature says so. “I’m sorry.” I begin. I know I knew her, I don’t know if she knows I knew her. “You’re fine. At this point I just do your job for you.” Molly sighs. “You’re owed an apology.” “From who, do you think? You or you?” She wriggles her finger in a circle, while pointing it at me. So she does know. I pause for a bit, trying to think. “Can you hang that up?” She hangs the phone up, finally.As if on cue, though, I can hear the sound of splitting and cracking wood from the stairs. Like they’re dying. I rush over to look down the flight, the area which was once drowning with light now shrouded with the opposite. Some stories down the mahogany’s curling up, being overcome with rot then turning to dust.

It's made its way inside, blocking off the only way out. “Still want that dealt with?” She calls from behind me. I turn around, watching her stand and turn to the bookshelf behind her. I scramble to the front of her table, causing the tower of books on it to wobble when I stop. They’re all nonsense like the one’s I saw before, but she slams a huge pink one onto the table beside them. Aptly named, Pink Pages. “How’s a-” “Hush. Read.” She cuts me off, flipping open the book. “Your name will answer your questions.” Looking back, the candles on the dreamcatcher have lit. Dreamcatchers afloat.

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these are my mutuals. they know who they are

[astriferem]

Draft C2

Somber Lullaby Gatekeep I know it's nowhere to be seen, but it has me paranoid. The concrete has run into the ground, becoming a dirt path. Other than the familiar poppies and grass, worms now wriggle beneath my feet as I go past. The tree line is to my left now, the other side of the path simply a never-ending plane of ankle-height snow and where it falls. It's dance through the air is gentle and flowy, though it never lands on the path. My skin doesn't even feel cold here. A low, annoying tone starts to pass my ears. Looking forward, there's a structure in the distance. A log cabin, small in stature and where the path ends. The source. Stepping off the path, I can immediately feel the chill that was missing earlier. Like the weather is against me. It forces my teeth to chatter and my skin to shiver. I waddle through the rapidly growing snow, resting my hands on the pocket-style door made of the nearby redwood. The tone has grown stronger, now that I'm closer. It won't budge. Determined to stand in my way, as it rots and decays. This wood feels familiar, like I've seen it just a while prior. Like I'm the one who's placed it. If that's the case though, why rot? Cobalt crust eats at the railing and sides of the door, peeling away. Bits of fungi fall to the ground every time I shake at the door. At the bottom, a crowd of purple, wavy mushrooms have moved in, stalling in and around the frame where the wheels of the door should move. They're pretty cute. Tasty looking, even. At this rate, I'm going to freeze to death where I stand. The snow has crawled it's way up to my knees. I back up, looking around the cabin for any sort of alternate entrance. Then I look back to the path. The abyss is on its way. The trees cripple and lose their pines in its wake, then spring back to life once it's far enough. The snow... It evaporates, revealing the dying grass below, before freezing right back to how it was before. I'm getting pissed now. At the annoying tone, and at my imminent demise. I back up from the door, before launching forward to attempt and kick it down. Watching my foot lay into the door, over and over, I notice the usual sparkle around my skin has died down, like a sign that I'm dying. I can feel stalactites of snot shake with every kick. Kick. Kick. The door finally caves in.

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Draft C1 Co-Pilot It makes no noise. Floats there, dogging my steps, like I know where I'm going. I don't know myself. I don't know anything. Not my name, or how long I've been here... Nor how I got in these woods. It's my fault I am, that bit of knowledge scribed inside my skull. Something I did. Something I thought. Now I'm damned to pass these repeating redwood trees, adorned in unfinished dreamcatchers and darkness. The path I walk used to be concrete; with the appearance of the abyss behind me, it now starts to crumble. Dark grass and poppies push through, then mildew, then get strewn. The pull grows stronger, slowly but surely. Each time I look back, the air surrounding the abyss becomes more distorted, similar to a black hole. I'm sure it's to blame for my missing personality. Hungry bitch. I don't know where I'm going, but there is only this windy path in front of me to walk. I'd stray off, but it snows where it's not. Looking back, the abyss is still ways down the concrete, the tassels of nearby dreamcatchers floating off bark with its presence. I don't want to find out how it will affect me when it gets close. Everything around it decays, down to the stone it floats over. Readying myself into a running position, my sparkling forearm comes in front of me. Huh. Written across it, in blue marker reads; Call me when you can. Directions, for the directionless. As I take off down the path, I try to look beyond the redwoods for any structures. It's all repeating though. I can't even see the sky through their pines.  My feet hit snow, jarring since my focus is on the trees. As far as I know, the concrete doesn't veer off enough for this to happen. I stop and look down. I've made it to a fork in the road, going left and right respectively. It makes me more lost than I already feel.  Craning my head back as I step back, the abyss is very far back. Barely visible, especially with the dark that shrouds the forest. I have to make a choice. Maybe then it will stop following me. Uhh...  I turn back to the split in front of me. Right or left? I turn my face up, finally able to see the sky. A golden crescent hangs in the left field, strewn with stars. I'll take that as I sign. It's easier than to think.

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[astriferem]

Dial-Up (Rough Draft written on a whim)

This is an interlude

My eyes opened to a cozy looking study, the back of my head rested against full shelves. Being here felt like I had grasped to an old memory. I look up and around, catching view of a desk. Someone familiar sat there, twirling her fingers in the wire of a landline, phone stuck between her ear and shoulder. Opposite to her, a door sat on the other side of the room. I stand, romping my way to the desk person. Her face meets mine, and she smiles. It was an almost nostalgic warmth, one I wanted to reach out and join but blocked off by imaginary ice. Dead air was coming across the phone, the culprit. "You're not supposed to be here." She claims, sliding across the desk to a phone book and opening it. "...Then where?" I could stay here forever, really. Nothing seems to be happening. "On the other side of this line." Her finger glides down the page, stopping between the numbers for the stars and the depths. My name. "This is you, right? Make haste." I don't want my feet to move. We can talk here. "There's nothing I can give you, really... I hope you saved my number." Her hand reached forward for my chin, skin icy like the atmosphere. The brain fog I feel surrounding who she is started to clear. Compassionate yellow eyes were looking back at me as I reached forward and died.