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sweetprfct · 8 months ago

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Juliette Ferrars.

So, I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to fuel more drama in this fandom, but I think it's time for me to voice out my side of the story because I had enough. I cannot get peace around here without someone coming to me and letting me know that some people have been badmouthing me.

I honestly don't really care what you all think or do, but the fact that I can't seem to enjoy the things that I like, I think it's time for me to come in here and review the issues that has been going on.

I. Issues II. Bullying and Accusations III. Communication IV. Conclusion

I. Issues:

Cosplay/Face Claims. Cosplaying has been a part of my life for the last couple of years. Mostly, I do Marvel cosplay due to the fact that I am mostly in that fandom before. Since recently, I have found my Shatter Me Book from high school. Let me remind you, this book has existed in my high school life since I was 17. I am 27 now. That's 10 years I have known this series. This series were the only series I truly enjoyed. I actually never read any other book series but this one, only also because I'm not really a reader. I'm more into writing my own stories and expressing that art through photography.

So, let me be the one to clear this to you all: my Juliette Ferrars cosplay/face claim is not copied by anyone here in tumblr. This character has been a better part of my life since I was 17 and since I have been cosplaying other Marvel characters, I have decided to add Juliette into my list. (See figure 1, 2. and 3)

(figure 1) me as Yelena Belova. (figure 2) me as Wanda Maximoff

Fandom. I usually don't interact much in the Shatter Me fandom before but ever since I have met a few people because of the Aaron Warner fics I have been publishing, I have gotten to know this fandom a little better.

If everyone is so offended of me dressing up as Juliette and try to cosplay/face model as her character, then obviously you all don't know what cosplay is. (See figure 4). I do not have to give credit to anyone for me dressing up as Juliette Ferrars because one, no one invented that character but Tahereh Mafi herself. If I would give credit to anyone here, it would be the author herself. Two, face claiming/cosplaying/roleplaying a character has been around a long time in different fandoms.

Unless you have a copyright proof of owning the character or owning "cosplay," I do not owe anyone a credit. Just because you dress up as Juliette and roleplay/face claim as her, doesn't mean that you are the only who can do that. It also doesn't mean that you invented that. That is like saying no one can cosplay/face claim as Captain America because some man had done it first, or because they don't look like Chris Evans.

STOP policing the fandom and STOP acting like you're the only who can do it. You can literally check TikTok for people dressing up as Juliette and making videos. (see figure 3).

Also, I'm not the only one who has experienced this type of harassment. I know a few people who have received a message saying they're "copying" someone when all they literally do is dress up as the character from a book.

That is not a crime.

That is not yours to decide to take credit for because you didn't invented that in the first place. (see figure 5).

(figure 4).

(figure 5).

II. Bullying and Accusations:

Groupchat. A few people have come up to me saying there's a group chat that was made and certain people were talking vile things about me. Honestly, I don't really care about what you all do or say but really? Are you all really wasting your energy on one person that you all hate? Wasting your energy aiming posts about me? Is that what you like to do in your spare time? I guess if it helps you sleep at night....

Bullying. Stalking my account after I have blocked you is honestly a waste of energy but it's your choice what to do with your time. That's one thing, but body shaming me and taking it too far is something that's vile, disgusting and unacceptable.

I don't condone any form of bullying. I know my own insecurities and my own body and mind. The opinion of others doesn't define me and is not my business. However, as a reminder, I hope you all know that you may think you are having fun talking inadequate words about someone you literally don't know but at the end of the day, I hope you all know that your words reflects the person that you are.

Validation. This connects to the bullying on the above point. I am being accused of seeking validation because I decided to cosplay Juliette. From the beginning, I never expected anyone to even like my posts on instagram nor my tiktok videos. That's not in my control what other people do with their own accounts. I think that some of you need to start trying to figure out what that word actually means because from my end, I never try to stop anyone or judge anyone from dressing up as a character and face claim them (see figure 6). Again, this isn't the first time that someone has dressed up as a book/movie/tv/comic book character and face claims them.

Stalking my account after I have blocked you nor have I voiced out my concerns from the constant harassment and aimed posts... Who do you think is more insecure and need validation? Me or you?

(figure 6).

III. Communication.

Social Media. Online bullying isn't new in social media anymore. It has been going on for a while now and the toxic environment tend to fuel others to join just to feel validated and be on "trend." However, bullying and stalking someone, especially after you have been blocked is not "cool." It doesn't make you any better nor make you feel better on the inside. At the end of the day, you will be the one who will be left in your own thoughts and think about your actions you have made. Will this be really relevant in your life five to ten years from now? What is your end goal with this?

If you have a problem with me, message me privately and talk to me like a grown adult. Don't accuse and jump into conclusions with no solid proof on your end because that doesn't prove your justification of someone copying you or hating on someone that decided to cosplay Juliette.

IV. Conclusion.

Despite the fact that I hate fueling this drama more and having to say something, I don't have the bandwidth to still focus my attention to others who will hate on me. This is the first and last time I will talk about this. There is a block button that exists if you don't like my posts. There are many options for you to opt me out on your tl or for you page. If you have a problem with me, then reach out and talk to me normally like a grown adult instead of lashing out and stalking my account and pick on every little thing about me.

This blog isn't going to condone any bullying and harassment. I'm not going to deal with high school drama nor want to waste my time on it.

Thank you for taking your time to read this. Again, this is the first and last time I will talk about this. Anyone who comes up and says something to me in an adverse manner, I will block you immediately.

V. Appendix

Additions for Figure 1: - ig: yelenas.belova

Figure 3: list of people I know that also cosplay/uses their own face as Juliette. 1. mondaymermaids 2. dreamanddagger 3. emmelie.cosplays 4. analullabby 5. evenfall.court

Definitions:

Cosplay - the practice of dressing up as a character from a movie, book, or video game.

Seeking Validation - The desire to have someone else's approval or agreement with what you say, believe, or do.

Bullying - The repetitive, intentional hurting of one person or group by another person or group, where the relationship involves an imbalance of power.

Perceived Superiority - A belief that your abilities or accomplishments are somehow dramatically better than other people's.

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islxms · 4 months ago

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-ˏˋ⋆ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ︱ 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 ⋆ˊˎ-

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 ✩ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ✩ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟

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pairings - actor!aaronwarner x actress!femoc

summary - wonderful news, came in the least moment you expected. But who cares, you finally got the role as the main character. So now here you are moving to the set where you will be working on for the past years.

warnings - none

words count - 2,5k words.

︳⋆ ⎙ 𝅄 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖡𝖮𝖷 ﹎ I'm so excited to write the next chapter! A little spoiler: Warner. || Anyway, Nicole is Natalie Portman. Also, thank you for the support in my first chapter. It means a lot to me. || Remember to see my Wattpad to get updated on the story frequently first. || If you find any errors in this let me know.

I jolted awake to the insistent ringing of my phone, my heart pounding as I sat up in bed. Glancing at the alarm clock, I saw that it was exactly four o'clock in the morning. Who in the world would be calling me at this fucking hour? The screen lit up with the name "Flynn's Boyfriend," and I couldn't help but smirk despite my annoyance. I had saved Kenji Kishimoto under that name just to mess with him, and it never failed to get under his skin. He preferred I called him 'Rapunzel's' instead, but there was no way I would since she was one of my favorite Disney princesses besides Belle, and I had some sympathy for her.

With an exasperated sigh, I snatched up the phone. "What do you want?" I snapped, irritation lacing my voice.

"Good morning to you too," he replied, his tone full of teasing mockery. "Thanks for asking. I’m doing fine. Yes, I’ve already eaten and drank today—no need to check on me."

"For god's sake, Kenji. What do you want?" I asked, already regretting picking up the call.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on your permanent role as the main character of Dear Love!" he announced, his excitement clear even through the phone.

"It's fucking four a.m.," I growled, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"I know! I couldn't wait to tell you! Aren’t you excited?"

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in. Excited didn’t even begin to cover it, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that in my voice—not after dragging me out of sleep like this. "Kenji, if you ever wake me up at four a.m. again, the only thing you'll be starring in is a horror movie about your untimely demise."

He chuckled, completely unfazed by my threat. "Noted. But seriously, Nicole, this is huge! You did it!"

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. "Yeah, I guess I did," I admitted, the reality of it starting to sink in.

Kenji’s tone softened, the teasing edge disappearing. "I’m proud of you, Sunshine. You’re going to kill it in this role. I just know it."

"Thanks," I replied, my voice more sincere. "Now, can I please go back to sleep?"

"Sure, sure," he said, the grin evident in his voice. "But don’t forget—you owe me breakfast for this wake-up call. I’ll pick you up at seven."

I groaned, already dreading the early morning. "Fine. But if you're late, I’m making you buy lunch too."

"Deal," he said cheerfully before hanging up.

I tossed the phone onto the bed beside me and flopped back onto my pillow, staring at the ceiling. Despite the excitement buzzing through my veins, exhaustion began to tug at me. I closed my eyes, letting the thrill of the news settle in. I’d done it. I’d landed the role. With a small, satisfied smile, I allowed myself to drift back to sleep.

The next morning, my alarm blared at the ungodly hour of six-thirty. I groaned, rolling over to smack the snooze button, but the memory of Kenji's call pulled me out of bed. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. Today was the first step into a new chapter of my career, and I wasn’t about to start it off by being late.

I showered quickly, letting the warm water wake me up fully, and then threw on a simple but stylish outfit. Comfort was key, but I wasn’t about to look anything less than my best.

By the time I was ready, it was seven on the dot. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, only to find Kenji already waiting for me outside, leaning against his car with that infuriatingly smug grin of his.

"Right on time, Sunshine," he called out as I approached. "I almost expected you to flake and leave me to eat breakfast alone."

"Not a chance," I shot back, climbing into the passenger seat. "I wasn’t about to let you hold that over my head."

Kenji chuckled as he started the car. "Smart move. So, what are you in the mood for? Something celebratory, I hope."

"I could go for something decadent," I said, settling into the seat. "This is a special occasion, after all."

He nodded a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Perfect. I know just the place."

As we drove through the city, I couldn’t help but glance over at Kenji, who was humming along to the radio with a carefree ease.

We pulled up to a cozy little café that I hadn’t been to before, its exterior lined with colorful flowers and inviting wooden benches. Inside, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries greeted us, and I immediately felt my mood lift.

Kenji led us to a table by the window, and soon enough, we were digging into a breakfast feast fit for a celebration. Fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, and of course, a mountain of fresh fruit on the side. It was exactly what I needed to start the day off right.

"So," Kenji said between bites of his pancake, "how does it feel knowing you’re about to become a star?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my smile. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I still have to film the damn thing."

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "You were born for this. You’ve got the talent, the looks, the attitude. Hollywood doesn’t stand a chance against you."

I paused, taking in his words. It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to soak in praise, but coming from Kenji meant something. "Why did you keep insisting that I be part of it?" I asked firmly.

"Because I didn't film a movie series alone for a year or two, or whatever it takes," he said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. "Plus, the role of the male main character was already taken, which means I don't have to end up kissing you since you're my best friend, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But who got the role?" I asked, my curiosity becoming more and more visible.

"Oh, his name is Aaron Warner, I think. Don't remember, but don't worry about it. He is attractive. As for his personality, uh... It's questionable..."

"Aaron Warner? Could you please give me a more detailed description?! And not those descriptions where you say three words put together, for god's sake."

"You know that when you get mad, your Italian accent appears the same as your Italian genes." He chuckled but quickly stopped when I gave him a look.

"He is five feet nine inches tall, with gold blonde hair and jade green eyes. He has a muscular build and carries himself with a cold, unemotional demeanor, often keeping to himself and not being very social." He quickly replied. Like I would kill him if he didn't.

I couldn't believe how detailed his description was; it was as if he was possessed by some demon. His words widened my eyes in surprise.

"Can I see a photo of that?" I asked.

"Google exists, girl—yes, I do!" He quickly grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his gallery. When I gave him that 'serial killer' look, he called, which I think I got from my father, Dante Salvatore Solans, a lawyer. As for my mother, I got her beauty and my soft side; she was a doctor, after all.

"Here," he said, turning his phone to me and showing me a picture of what seemed like a tall boy with slowly golden hair and piercing green eyes, which caused a shiver down my spine despite the fact it was just a photo. And lastly, a white shirt in contrast with black trousers, which seemed quite small since it made his body more noticeable and defined, probably fighting for their life to not rip off.

"Can't believe more girls fall in love with him, more than me. He can't even start a conversation!" He said dramatically, looking surprised.

"I wonder why," I replied sarcastically.

"Hey! What do you mean by that? I'm hot and funny! He is just attractive, nothing more!" He snapped in defense.

After savoring our breakfast, we decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood before returning home to tackle the inevitable task of packing. We needed to gather all our essentials in preparation for our move to a new location, where we would be residing for the next several months. To be completely honest, I was more than a little excited about it. I had never been involved in a television series before, only in films. The thought of this new venture filled me with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.

I began by packing my clothes, knowing that they were indispensable. I carefully folded each piece, from cozy pajamas to makeup essentials, and from necessary medications to my favorite bags and shoes. Each item I placed in my suitcase held a certain significance, representing a different aspect of my life. By the time I finished, I had two large suitcases packed to the brim, ready to accompany me on this new chapter.

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Sunday came faster than I anticipated, and before I knew it, my suitcases were lined up outside, waiting to be loaded into the car. Kenji was already busy placing them in the trunk alongside the other bags. As I was about to slide into the passenger seat, something unexpected caught my eye. A brunette girl was sitting in the back seat of the car. She slowly turned her head to face me, her expression hesitant and uncertain.

"Hi," I said nervously, scanning the car to make sure I wasn’t intruding on something.

"Hey," she whispered before continuing, "I'm Juliette Ferrars. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Juliette. I'm Nicole Blair Solans, but you can call me whatever you want," I replied with a smile as I got into the passenger seat, fastened my seatbelt, and quickly fixed my hair.

"Are you... um, Kenji's girlfriend or...?" I asked, curious about the dynamic between them.

"No, no. I'm just his friend," she replied quickly, shaking her head.

"Oh, that makes more sense. There's no way Kenji had a girlfriend. I've never seen him with one, and I don't think I ever will," I laughed, teasing him.

"Excuse me?!" Kenji exclaimed as he got into the driver's seat. "You're just jealous because I'm funnier, more gorgeous, and way more intelligent than you," he pouted like a child, sticking out his tongue at me.

"Anyway, we can't start this trip without some Taylor Swift." He turned on the radio, blasting "Wonderland" at full volume as if our conversation hadn’t just taken a playful turn. Without missing a beat, he began singing along in the most exaggerated, off-key voice possible.

Juliette and I exchanged amused glances before deciding to join in.

"We found Wonderland! You and I got lost in it!" we all screamed together, our voices filling the car as Kenji started driving. The joy and silliness of the moment made the long drive feel much shorter.

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The drive took five hours and a half, but with Kenji and Juliette, it felt like just ten minutes. We laughed, sang, and shared stories. The whole ride was filled with laughs and smiles. And Juliette and I ended up becoming already like best friends. I found out she was going to sit with us since she was going to be my hair and makeup stylist and a side character of 'Dear Love.'

By the time we arrived at the set, it was already nine p.m. The sky was dark, and the set was illuminated by soft, warm lights that created an almost magical atmosphere. As we stepped out of the car, the cool evening air greeted us, and I could feel the excitement bubbling up again.

We were met by Castle and some of his co-workers, who greeted us with enthusiastic hugs and compliments, especially Kenji, as he seemed to be a good and old friend of theirs.

"Welcome to Omega Point, Mr. Solans. The set where you will be filming Dear Love," Castle smiled at me, prompting an unexpected smile in return.

"It's a pleasure being here," I replied firmly, shaking his hand.

"I was informed about your long journey. You both must be exhausted. Why don't you take some time to relax in your accommodations? We can save the full tour for tomorrow," he said, smiling warmly. His voice had a firm authority, yet it was tempered with kindness and friendliness.

"Thank you, we would appreciate that," Juliette replied, her tone steady as she returned his smile.

"Excellent. Kenji, please show them to their rooms."

"Of course, sir," Kenji responded, gesturing for us to follow him. After a few minutes, we arrived in front of an imposing, private hotel.

The hotel stood as a beacon of luxury, its architecture a seamless blend of modern elegance and timeless refinement. The grand facade was adorned with intricate details, from the polished marble pillars to the soft, ambient lighting that highlighted the building's sophisticated lines. As we stepped inside, the lobby unfolded like a scene from a dream. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Plush carpets, woven with intricate patterns, muffled our footsteps as we walked across the polished marble floor. The air was scented with a subtle blend of fresh flowers and rich wood, creating an atmosphere of serene opulence.

I exchanged a glance with Juliette, both of us silently marveling at the surroundings as Kenji led us through the corridors, each one more impressive than the last. Finally, we reached our rooms. Kenji opened the door to my room first, revealing a space as exquisite as the rest of the hotel. The room was spacious, with large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The decor was understated yet luxurious, with soft, neutral tones accented by rich fabrics and elegant furnishings. A king-sized bed, dressed in crisp white linens, dominated the room, inviting me to rest.

"Please let us know if you need anything," Kenji said with a polite bow before leaving me and Juliette to settle in our rooms.

I took a deep breath, letting the tranquility of the space wash over me. Placing my luggage by the wardrobe, I took a moment to explore the room. The bathroom was a marble sanctuary, complete with a deep soaking tub and an array of high-end toiletries. A long, relaxing bath felt like the perfect way to wash away the fatigue of the journey.

After soaking in the tub for what felt like an eternity, I slipped into a plush robe and made my way to the bed. The soft mattress and pillows seemed to cradle me as I lay down. With the gentle hum of the city in the background, I closed my eyes, allowing the comfort of the room to lull me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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