#Shadowbans update

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What is the Instagram Shadowban?

When a social network becomes not only a place to socialize but also sometimes the main source of income, profile access restrictions can seriously spoil the statistics. Read our blog if you want to know if your account is blocked and how to remove the ban without serious losses. A hidden ban (also called a stealth ban or ghost ban) is a term often used to describe when a social media company limits the organic scope of a user's account.

If you hire a Social Media Marketing Expert they can take care of your all pages of social media they know everything about how to deal with this type of update. 

How to Recognize a Shadowban on Instagram

Shadowbanning can have a negative impact on your marketing strategy because it reduces the number of followers and engagement. As a result, it is always critical to check to see if Instagram has shadowbanned your account. So, how can you tell if your Instagram account has been shadowbanned? The following are key methods for determining whether your account has a shadowban:

1. Tag Search

A hashtag search is a simplest and most effective way to see if your account has been shadowbanned. When doing hashtag research, start by posting to your account and remember to use a hashtag in the post.

In particular, use a unique hashtag to make it easier to verify your post in search results. Then, ask at least five of your friends who do not follow your account to search for the hashtag. If the hashtag doesn't appear in the results, it's likely that Instagram has shadowbanned your account.

2. Use Instagram Analytics

Instagram analytics is also one of the most effective and dependable methods for detecting a shadowban on your account. This mechanism allows you to analyze profile visits, impressions, and additional metrics to see any issues.

These metrics will help you notice any sudden drops in your audience engagement rate. Although the drop in engagement rate is not a significant telltale sign, it does provide a bit of advice to signal a shadowban on your account.

3. Use Shadowban Testing Tools

The  Heist and Triberr are the best tools for analyzing your post and detecting any potential shadowbans. The tools can also reveal the specific hashtag of your shadowbanned account. The tools can help you identify shadowbanning on your account by highlighting or marking shadowbanned hashtags in red.

6 Ways to Avoid an Instagram Shadowban

1. Don't break the community guidelines

2. Don't act like a bot

3. Be consistent

4. Do not use prohibited hashtags

How to Remove a Shadowban on Instagram

1. Delete the Post that Shadowbanned you

If your shadowban occurred immediately after your last post, try removing it to see if your engagement returns to normal for your next posts.

2. Remove All Hashtags from Recent Posts

Does this work alone? Probably not, it's quick and easy. Remove all hashtags from your recent posts from the last 3-7 days.

3. Stop Posting for a Few Days

Some users say that this kind of "reset" their account and deleted a shadowban. Take a two to three-day break from all Instagram content, including Stories and Reels.

4. Check your Hashtags

Look up each of the hashtags you use to see if they have been banned or restricted. If so, stop using them and delete them from all your recent posts. You can take suggestion about the trending hashtag from Digital Marketing Agency in Pune they help you to find the best strategies for your account and pages

5. Go All-in on the Reels

We know Instagram prioritizes Reels right now. Posting Reels will increase your followers and engagement. So, push yourself and post one Reel a day for a few weeks. And, well, reels are always a good idea anyway. Get inspired by these Reel ideas that anyone can make in a short amount of time.

6. Deactivate and Reactivate your Instagram Account

Some users report that temporarily disabling their account for 1-2 days fixed a shadowban. There is no objective evidence that this works, so proceed with caution. Be sure to use the disable feature, which is reversible. It is not the same thing as deleting your account, which is not permitted.

[kitabearuwu]

Check it out gaymers!!

[the-purple-painter]

Ok I think I’m actually going to halt on purpling posts until I’m un-shadowbanned.

I’ll make a separate announcement sort of post when I am. I already sent a ticket today so just waiting for it to get fixed hopefully

People can still continue sending me asks or trying to tag me in posts to purple for later though!

I still have asks to answer actually…

[swedenis-h]

hi! I know you got an ask a few days ago about your art appearing in the tags and it works fine for me! I searched hanleia and your art was one of the top results.

OMG EPIC WIN!!!

[hikaruchen]

Guidance.

Ughhhhh art block is killing me. It took me WEEKS to finish this one, 16 hours in total. Not the one I worked on for the longest hours but there are so many times I was just basically gawking at my canva and went Ok, I can’t draw shit and then turned procreate off. I’ve never been into situations like this before and it is, really, PAINFUL. And in the end I still don’t find me feel content with the result :( nevertheless it’s not good enough but I hope people who see this would like it tho!!

And here are some rants from a history geek:

Though it might not be very visible, but the color palette of this piece is actually a lowkey tribute to the Alfred jewel :)

This is a commission from Alfred to a goldsmith - we can see that through the texts on the side which wrote “AELFRED MEC HEHT GEWYRCAN (Alfred ordered me to be made)” Alfred, as a man who loved wisdom, ordered to translate many books from latin into old english, and those manuscripts were distributed throughout Wessex and accompanied by pointers, and archeologists suggest this is probably one of them.

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Below is a short piece I wrote but I don’t feel I am capable of turning it into a fic that has full plots so I just decided to put it here. Enjoy :)

[fernalredart]

Been steadily reblogging a bunch of Sorbet comic pages because I plan on making more soon but realized I fell behind on reblogging older pages to this blog ages ago and I figured I may as well bring the previous mini arc here before starting on the next one, lol.

[piepiepiemag]

sorry babe the diamond relic stays on during sex

[kennyyomega]

so damn dysfunctional we stopped keeping the score (ao3)

title: so damn dysfunctional we stopped keeping the score characters: hangman adam page, matt jackson summary: matt jackson promised hangman adam page one thing before blood and guts and now he's paying up notes: it's a hangmatt blowjob word count: 1763

The locker room door swings open, then shuts with a heavy thud . Heavier footfalls, familiar ones, follow in a slow, direct line towards Matt. The air in the room shifts with the newcomer’s presence; something in it makes Matt want to stand to attention, but his hubris tells him to continue looking busy, to continue looking wanted and needed and important. 

He continues to scribble into his planner. One of the pages appears thick with notes and an absurdly long to-do list that’s only about halfway checked off. A closer inspection would reveal most of it to be nonsense—it’s his personal to-do list ( get the new gear picked up from the dry cleaners, get a facial ), idle thoughts scribbled down during boring meetings, and half-formed ideas for the company. 

When the newcomer’s presence throws a shadow over the desk, Matt snaps the planner shut, moving it away, and looks up with a plastic smile plastered on his face. Hangman stands above him, his undeniable presence forcing Matt’s attention, looking like he’s expecting him to know what this is about. 

Matt’s smile strains against Hangman’s hard expression and he squirms in his seat. The cowboy continues to loom over the desk, an immovable object versus an easily manipulated force.

“What can I do for you today, Hangman?”  

“You owe me.” 

Matt owes a lot of people a lot of things. He stops to think about it, which looks like the incorrect response if the growing annoyance on Hangman’s face is anything to go by, but then Hangman shifts, drawing Matt’s attention downwards where he rests one hand against his belt and Matt remembers, his eyes growing wide. 

“I’ll suck you off, Hanger,” he breathes, desperate to avoid any violence, “if you do this one thing for us. Anytime, anywhere. You just gotta be on team Elite.”  His vest is bunched up between Hangman’s fingers. He’s not sure Hangman is going to agree to his, as far as he’s concerned, extremely appealing proposition, but then—  “Fine. I’ll do it. But you owe me.” 

“—Oh! Oh . Hanger.” His eyes dart towards his phone, the door, his planner, then up at Hangman. Matt reaches for his planner, waggling his fingers. “How about I pencil you in? The show starts soon and—” 

Hangman’s laugh is loud and sharp. Matt sits up a little straighter and he swallows, smiling nervously, watching him like a prey animal watches their predator. The cowboy plants his hands down on the desk and leans across it. One of his fingers smudges fresh ink in the planner. It’s nothing important, of course, but it makes Matt wince. 

His voice is hoarse, wanting: “And you said anytime, anywhere.” He's not in any hurry.

“Well, I–I did . You know, but the show and—”

“Matt,” Hangman says with the threat of disappointment weighing Matt’s name down in his mouth. “I don’t care. I want it now.” 

XX

And that’s how Matthew Jackson finds himself in front of Hangman Adam Page in his own locker room dangerously close to the start of Dynamite. He watches as Hangman stretches his arms out across the back of the cheap arena couch, making himself comfortable before raising an expectant eyebrow at Matt. 

“Well?”’

Not a care in the world.  

“I guess we’ll—” Matt clears his throat and gets up on his knees, spreading his hands in a little shrug. “—get started?” 

It’s not like this is the first time he’s ever massaged his hands up Hangman’s thighs or unzipped his jeans, relishing in the little gasps he’s always able to elicit by rubbing his palm over the cowboy’s growing hardness, but it’s the first time since the power shift, since everything about their relationship changed. 

And if Matt is correct and he almost always is, this entire situation should, theoretically, be the other way around.

On the other hand, sometimes a boss has to do what a boss has to do and they take one for the team. Maybe Matt’s just lucky he likes this one. 

Licking his lips, Matt pulls Hangman free from his underwear, watching the other man’s face as he begins to stroke his cock. Hangman’s expression falls slack, his whole body relaxing under Matt’s familiar touch. 

“Fuck,” Hangman drawls, spreading his legs further and sinking down into the couch. Matt scoots forward between Adam’s legs and makes himself comfortable in turn, his arms resting against Hangman’s thighs. He licks his lips again and lowers his mouth down to Hangman’s cock, slowly running his tongue up his shaft before taking him inside his mouth. In his mouth, Matt feels Hangman growing to full hardness, eliciting a moan from him, pretense falling way in favour of desire.

Reaching down, Hangman runs a hand through Matt’s hair, but finds resistance in the form of an annoying hair tie. Disgruntled, he yanks Matt’s hair free. The hair tie disappears somewhere behind the couch.  

“You’ve got to stop wearing it up."

Matt looks up at Hangman, two brown eyes, wide and pleading. Hangman’s cock leaves his mouth with a wet little pop . “You don’t like it?” 

He rakes his fingers through Matt’s loose hair, brushing it out. “No.” 

Matt’s face crumbles, his brows furrowing in a combination of frustration and annoyance, even as he continues to stroke Hangman’s cock. 

“You look prettier with it down,” Hangman says assertively before twisting Matt’s soft strands between his fingers and forcing his head back down between his legs. “Now get back to work, baby.” 

Matt moans around Hangman’s cock and gets to work, giving what he promised. It’s not like he’s losing whatever petty little game the two of them are playing, he thinks with a mouthful of Hangman’s cock. Again: it’s not like this is the first time, and it’s not like this isn’t something he would do in his free time either. On the contrary, he’s been trying to pencil this in since Hangman first returned. The timing of Hangman’s request is just annoying.

“That’s it,” Hangman moans. A shiver runs up Matt’s spine and he quickens his pace. Finishing him quickly would be ideal; Hangman is just so damn hard to say no to. 

Matt’s head continues to bob between Hangman’s legs, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock the way he knows Hangman likes it best. It’s not long before he’s found a rhythm that works for the both of them, and it’s then that his phone rings.

Both of them gasp and straighten up in surprise, so lost in the moment they momentarily expect to see someone at the door, but only one of them relaxes.

“Answer it,” the cowboy says once the realization that it’s just a phone call sets in. 

Obediently, Matt pulls out his phone. It’s Nick’s face that stares up at Matt from the screen.

Ring, ring ring.

Hangman nods and leans back.

“And don’t stop.” 

Matt’s eyes widen and he swallows before swiping his thumb across the screen, accepting the call without even considering proposing any sort of alternative idea. 

“Y’ello?” he says, returning to stroking Hangman’s cock, maybe a little too casual about it all.

Nick’s voice from the other side, muffled chatter in the background: “Matt! Dude, where are you!? The show’s about to start.” 

“I’m—kinda busy.” Hangman forces Matt’s head down on his cock. Matt splutters and holds the phone away from them, taking a second to catch up.

“...You okay, man?” Nick’s voice is so questioning it makes Matt want to hang up without saying anything, but that would be too suspicious. 

With his eyes squeezed shut in annoyance, Matt pulls his mouth off Hangman’s cock, glowering up at him and receives nothing but a dismissive shrug in return. “I’m—fine." He wipes the back of his mouth. "Just busy. Something came up. Super last minute. Be there in fifteen."

“Yeah, sure, but the show—”

Matt hangs up the call and returns to the task at hand now that he has an unofficial deadline, and Hangman is quick to encourage him, moaning loudly as Matt swallows his cock again. Fifteen minutes is more than enough time; he’ll only be five minutes late to showtime at this rate. 

He swallows Hangman's length with practiced familiarity, his tongue swirling around his cock the way he knows drives the cowboy crazy. Once this is over, if nothing else, maybe Hangman will be a little easier to push around, especially with the promise of future blowjobs. 

A loud gasp from Hangman fills the room. His grip on Matt’s hair tightens, and he forces Matt down further on his cock as he thrusts up into mouth. He moans loudly, seemingly oblivious to the entire crew of people wandering around the arena so close to start time, and then throws his head back, eyes closed, with a loud moan as he comes.

Matt takes everything given to him, as dutiful as he can be to his cowboy. He lowers his mouth along Hangman’s length, feeling his cock pulse against his tongue as Hangman fills his throat. 

After Hangman finishes, Matt pushes back, wiping his lips clean. The taste of Hangman fills his mouth and he relaxes, sitting back on his heels. Matt looks up at Hangman with pride, searching for a certain kind of validation he might’ve received once upon a time. 

Instead, this time, this new Hangman, corrupted by Swerve and more difficult to push around, smiles with teeth. He pats Matt’s head with his new, unfamiliar and a little self-important attitude, and puts himself away.

“Look at that,” Hangman says once he’s zipped up and on his feet, checking the time on his phone. “Just minutes to go.” 

Matt frowns up at Hangman with a petulant jutting out of his lip. Hangman relents, like he's doing something charitable, and crouches down in front of the Executive Vice President, who is still on his knees, and reassuringly says, “You did great. I’ll see you at Blood and Guts.” 

With that, he leaves Matt alone in the Elite’s locker room, a new and frequent trend. 

The Executive Vice President, late to his own show, gets to his feet and returns to his desk. His phone starts to ring again, Nick’s face on the screen. He must be missing something important. Matt ignores the call and returns to his desk. Flipping open the planner to the most recent page, the one mostly filled with nonsense, he scratches out one of the more recent tasks, underlined and written in a bolder ink: Give Hanger a blowjob.

At least that's one thing off his list.

[is-ettatmols-unprivated-yet]

DAY 627 - yes, edgy teenager talks about the meaning of life - skywars has been unprivated for 135 days, but there may be more coming soon related to it.

[shinsources]

The reason I'm asking this is because of a post made by @changes as seen here. There is a specific part under the ONGOING section that goes as such:

We are aware that some folks are hitting rate limit while using a VPN.

I, myself, didn't know this was a thing but I'm also not surprised that it's happening tbh. The reason for this is because of all the bullcrap I've gone through over the past couple of years while using a VPN. So please vote, reblog this, and tell me your stories about everything that has happened to you on here while using a VPN. I want as many people as possible to vote because we shouldn't have stupid things happen because we care about our privacy.

[miliamin1]

The Only Time Drinking Is Good For You (35965 words) by miliamin Chapters: 10/10 Yoko just wanted to graduate, go to a nice party and win a bet against Wednesday but Wednesday Addams just has to be and Addams about it. Apparently it's impossible to get the morbid clan drunk after all. - “You drugged me with an intensifier of emotions against my will! Do you have any idea what it's doing to my body? It affects all sensory input you imbecilic bloodsucker and-” Wednesday stops as thoughts finally caught up with her actions.

The gravity of the situation hits her. It punches out the air from her lungs.

The weight of how much she revealed and what Tanaka’s explanation truly meant is heavy. The thorough debunking of the love potion theory.

If it isn’t a love potion but an intensifier-

That means-

She might as well have been hit with a meteor. Mortification overcomes her.

She said too much.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'll make you get shadowbanned within a day of creating your blog because you're dumb enough to tag your post with "cum"

[spiderwarden]

SO. Despite my love for supporting my mutuals likely being what condemned me to this … hell hole. I still have a few promos in my likes im gonna share through the day.

[is-the-post-reliable]

Update

Hi everyone! As people who’ve been following may know, this blog was shadowbanned a few months ago, meaning my messages were disabled, and some folks no longer got notifications from me. Today I got a response from staff, and they have now fixed this issue, so my messages are now open again! 

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

Okay now this is just cruel

[postmakerkiwi]

if anyone was thinking about making every single parental control attachment for wifi networks explode into dust now would be a great time to do that