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[cnnabon]

ㅤㅤ( NRK. )ㅤㅤ✶ㅤㅤLESSONS

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆.

SOMAR𝒊O ─── your boxer boyfriend teaching you how to box 엔하이픈 西村力 𝐱 𝑓. reader ✉️ wc. 621 ✶ careful ! skinship, kissing, petnames/ nicknames

✉️ i cannot get enough of boxer riki these days pls

boyfriend!riki who gives you boxing lessons to practice your self-defense and uses the lessons as an excuse to flex his skills and impress you.

Drowned in sweat, you rested your hands on your knees and let out a groan of exasperation. “Are we not done yet?”

Tugging the corners of his lips into a smirk, he shook off the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Baby, we’re just getting started.” Sighing, you will yourself to get back up, irritated by the difficulty of the sequence and in the never-ending stamina of your boyfriend. Staring at Riki’s hands covered by the punch mitts, you got back into position.

Feeling your arms weaken from the stance alone, you straightened up with a huff. Grinning at you, he stalked over, removing the mitts and pressing his hands on your shoulders. “Are you tired?” Glaring up at his proud expression, you nodded. “It’s your fault since you’re allergic to breaks.”

Biting back his smile, he hummed. “How about this; If you manage to throw a punch at me, I’ll give you a kiss.” Slitting your eyes in suspicion, you curled your lips into a smile. “Only one kiss?”

“I’ll see depending on the strength of your hit.” Raising your brows at his statement, you regained your lost energy at the idea of a kiss. Re-entering your stance, you lead your gaze past the mitts and to your target. Amused by your determination, he shot you a grin before blowing the whistle and letting it drop onto his damp chest.

Throwing a punch at him almost immediately, he barely managed to block it, stumbling backwards at your renewed energy. After punching at his mitts a few more times, you heard him pant aggressively, dark hair curtaining his eyes. “You know, even if you lose, I’ll still give you a kiss.” He reasoned, noticing your stamina decreasing by the minute.

“I’m not going to lose.” You replied between punches, irritated at how long it was taking to get his guard down. Still bouncing around the ring, Riki actively avoided all of your punches despite the sweat drenching his body. “Wait.” You panted, shaking the loose hair tie off your hair, allowing your dark locs to flow freely.

Distracted by your visuals, he stood dumbfounded, completely unarmed. About to open his mouth to say something, you took a quick step and punched him hard on his chest.

Blinking in shock at your tactic and pressing a hand onto his chest, he gaped at your triumphant figure. “Wait, that’s not fair.” Removing his mitts, he marched towards you, feeling wronged.

“You never said flirting wasn’t allowed. And besides, you were the one who let your guard down.” Finding no fault in your sentence, smiled a sardonic smile at his loss, knowing that it was his fault that he lost. “You’d get disqualified if this was a real match.”

Removing the gloves from your hands, you let them drop to the ground as you stepped forward and rested your arms on his sweaty shoulders. “Lucky for me then since it wasn’t a real match.” Resting his hands on your waist, he grinned down at you. “About my reward…” You trailed on, meeting his knowing gaze as he nodded. “Yes, you did hit hard enough.”

Reaching up to the tips of your toes, you pressed a kiss on his lips, feeling fully satisfied despite your hair sticking to your neck and your heart thumping loudly against your chest. Leaning into you, he gave your aching feet ease as you descended onto your heels.

Pulling back, but still close enough to press his forehead against yours, he spoke with a grin. “Next time, I want a rematch. A fair one.”

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[morguezsz]

good GOD I am so angry.

I, as my bio suggests, am a minor. I am also asexual. And feeling quite dysphoric about all the adults in my life telling me ‘I wouldn’t know until I’ve tried it.’ But that’s a different topic.

I needed a little boost for myself so I looked at the asexual tag here on tumblr, so I’d feel less alone.

There are always thirst traps and other things of that kind on any popular tag. But I saw so many, on the asexual tag, that I actually cried, ripping my skin off as I did so.

There will always be people that abuse the tag system, I know. Tagging your posts with trending tags to make them more likely to show up on people’s dashes is a corporate tactic. But to see so many of these ads, I can barely call them posts, on the asexual tag, made me physically ill.

Asexuality is often overlooked by not just cishets but the LGBTQ+ community so often. To see that a safe space for positivity for such a overlooked community was being vandalised for the sake of marketing makes me so angry and so upset for myself and all the other people who fit under the umbrella of asexuality or aromantic who just want to feel like they belong.

I’m a relatively new blog, but I know how tumblr works. I know how the world works. The way the world is run means that we are all victims, and I thought that maybe society, that damned, twisted thing, could let us have a little corner to protect ourselves.

All it does is hurt. it hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts. Companies aren’t going to get new customers by ripping apart supposed safe spaces, and young asexual kids like myself aren’t going to get any validation or even feeling of home from seeing thirst traps targeted toward our community.

our community that is SPECIFICALLY DEFINED BY FEELING DIFFERENT OR NO SEXUAL ATTRACTION TO WHAT IS DEEMED ‘NORMAL’.

it’s targeted. I can tell. And I am by no means an expert, but this tag abuse is hurting everyone. And no one is doing a thing about it.

please boost this. Reblog, like, whatever. This is damaging people far more than you think, and it needs to be resolved.

thanks for hearing me

[cheshireliam]

"The Past Records: Liam Evans & Harrison Gray" Party Event: Chapter 2

Beyond The Red Herring

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Ellis: “There’s no need to get along”... I can’t imagine you two ever saying that to each other right now. 

Roger: So how did you end up getting along?

Liam: I think our first mission together acted as a major turning point in our friendship. Do you still remember it, Harry? 

Harrison: Yeah, of course. 

Harrison: We were completely out of sync back then, compared to now… 

Harrison’s lips twitched like he just swallowed something bitter, and then he began recounting the events of that mission—

<< Harrison’s POV >>

Our first mission was to investigate a corrupt police officer who aided in a criminal's escape in exchange for monetary gain.

But the target realised someone was watching him, and set up a trap for us instead—. 

…

While hiding ourselves behind a shipping container, we struggled to catch our breaths.

Liam: *pant*, *pant*... Harry, you alive…?

Harrison: … I am. Also… don’t call me by any nicknames.

Liam: Ahaha… if you still have the energy to complain about nicknames, I guess your condition isn't too bad… 

Superficial wounds caused by bullets grazing our skin marked our arms and legs. 

They weren’t life threatening, but our situation was far from ideal. 

Liam: … I can’t believe we walked right into a fake deal and almost got killed by mercenaries hired by the target. 

A certain phrase suddenly came to my mind, “Red Herring”.

It was a classic misdirection tactic seen in mystery novels, used to lead the reader away from the truth by diverting their attention onto something false. 

We had taken the bait and failed to notice the mercenaries sneaking up behind us.

Liam: At a glance, I’d say we have about 10 of them surrounding the warehouse.

Harrison: Sitting here won’t solve anything. They’ll discover us sooner or later. We’ll make a move at the same time.

Harrison: They don’t seem very skilled. With two of us striking together, we might be able to create an opening. 

Liam: Okay, counting down. 3…

Harrison: 2…

Liam: 1! 

Liam jumped out of hiding first.

Liam: Eh!? Why didn’t you move on “1”!?

Harrison: I thought we were counting down as in “3, 2, 1, go”...! 

Liam: You should’ve said so earlier! 

That was no time to be squabbling about our differences in countdown methods— 

Male Mercenary: They’re over there! Kill them!! 

— Several guns pointed at us. 

…

Alfons: What would your way of counting down be, Lord Elbie?

Elbert: Ready, go? 

Liam: Lord Elbie’s so cute! 

Ellis: What about Jude? 

Jude: Use yer brain to figure it out. 

Liam: Jude’s harsh! 

Jude: If ya really need one, I’d say “ready set go”. 

Liam: Oh, that’s exactly what Harry said later on! 

Harrison: That’s because no one in their right mind would get confused with that simple three-step countdown. 

Harrison: Anyway… we really were completely out of sync back then.

Ellis: But since you two are still alive, that means the mission was a success, right? 

Harrison: Kinda. Honestly, it was sheer luck. 

— And so, the Lying Fox recounted the past once more. 

…

Liam: … Good work, Harry.

Harrison: … You too.

The men we took down laid unconsciousness around us. 

Liam: Still… ahahahaha!! 

Liam: Messing up a countdown…! I… I’ve never been in a near death situation over something so stupid before…! 

Harrison: Haha… it really is stupid. 

Free from the crushing tension of a life-or-death situation, we felt an odd sense of camaraderie. 

Liam: Your shooting was amazing, Harry! Every bullet fired was bullseye! 

Harrison: You’re exaggerating. It wasn’t that perfect. 

Harrison: Besides… I was only able to aim well because you kept disappearing and throwing them off. 

Liam: Ahaha… then I guess this win belongs to both of us 

While still lying on the ground, Liam extended a hand toward me.

The day we first met, I saw through his lie about us possibly “getting along” and refused to shake his hand.

(But I guess it’s fine now.) . 

Acknowledging that we survived because of both our efforts, I reached out and shook Liam’s hand. 

Harrison: … But I do have a complaint about the way you fight. 

Liam: Whaa? A complaint? 

Harrison: You kept running right into my line of fire. What if I shot you by mistaken 

Harrison: The way you move, it’s as if…

I couldn't bring myself to say it was as if he “had a death wish”. 

Liam: Ahaha… I just like the thrill. 

Harrison: Have you already forgotten what my curse’s ability is?

I hinted to Liam that I knew he was lying.

He responded with an awkward laugh.

Liam: Right. You can tell when I’m lying, huh. 

Liam: The reason why I never hesitate to put myself in danger… 

Liam’s lips were moving, like he wanted to say something, but the words never left his mouth. 

Liam: Huh? That’s strange, sorry… I can’t seem to put it into words. 

Harrison: … You don't have to.

Harrison: Like I’ve told you before, we’re only colleagues. 

Harrison: The only things we need to be telling each other about are the signals for making a move during missions, and details of our abilities…

Harrison: How fast we can run, how well we can swim… that sort of stuff. 

Harrison: As for the things buried deep within your heart… there’s no need for me to know about them. 

Harrison: Just as long as I know you’re the kind of guy who willingly throws himself into danger’s way, that’s enough for me.

Liam: … You’re kind, Harry.

Liam’s soft voice melted away into the night air.

At that moment, I thought of the term “Red Herring” again.

Just like how a mystery novel misled its readers, diverting their attention from the truth…

Perhaps, I was also being misled by lies and thus unable to see the real Liam. 

[anim-ttrpgs]

I get that being an indie creator is difficult, especially when your competition includes industry monoliths, but it's starting to feel like half the word of mouth about Eureka is attached to long-winded pedantic posts about how the popular thing is bad. Seeing this project become rooted in spite instead of the passion that brought me in has me starting to regret backing it.

I’m sorry you feel that way. If the content of the A.N.I.M. tumblr blog doesn’t suit your tastes, you can still keep up to date on our progress via the Kickstarter updates we put out every month, free of the personal musings and philosophizing about TTRPGs as a whole.

I do have a whole lot to say on the subjects of passion, spite, and the “most popular thing,” though.

Passion and spite go hand-in-hand. I would not have been driven to create Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, a TTRPG that does investigative gameplay really well, if not for existing popular TTRPGs like Call of Cthulhu doing it badly. The desire to improve upon obvious flaws is something that drives most of all of my creative work. That passion you were drawn in by is the spite you’re complaining about now, if you were drawn in by somebody’s love of clean spaces, you shouldn’t be surprised that they hate dirt and grime.

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy isn’t good just because I have passion, it’s good because i examined what came before in the artform, looked at where it succeeds, and more importantly where it fails and sucks and why, and sought to make targeted improvements there. This is, like, how all art and science evolves and improves.

Next, I think that most of the “long pedantic posts” about how “the popular thing is bad” you’re referencing are actually posts by @thydungeongal that I reblog, and if you think those posts are just pedantic and only criticize D&D5e because it’s popular, I think you may have a misunderstanding of tumblr user thydungeongal, the content of the posts, or the relationship between D&D5e and the wider industry and artform as a whole.

First of all, she is passionate. She doesn’t even have a financial incentive to pay living expenses like I do, she’s posting only because she cares. (She isn’t a part of the A.N.I.M. team, she’s just a friend of several of us.)

Next is the fact that her posts tend to be more about the toxic play culture and lifestyle brand of D&D5e more than the actual content of the rulebook. When she talks about the content of the rulebook, she’s actually really positive! More positive than the rulebook deserves a lot of the time in my opinion. The main thing is the super toxic play culture cultivated by WotC marketing.

Pathfinder, Call of Cthulhu, Lancer, Mothership, Monster of the Week, these are all TTRPGs that are much more popular than our team’s projects, and even though you’ll see me criticize many design elements of Call of Cthulhu from time to time, and I just plain personally don’t like Monster of the Week, you won’t see me or thydungeongal rail against any of these games the way we talk about WotC, D&D5e, and its playerbase.

The thing is, as a monopoly, Wizards of the Coast and the small A.N.I.M. team are not simply in competition, we are in a war of extermination. The tactics and force of arms employed by WotC are not simply to harmlessly promote themselves and get more customers for it, but rather to destroy the entire population outside of themselves and the entire ecosystem to boot. Their tactics aren’t so much focused on bringing people to them as they are preventing people from going to anyone else. If it was just a popular game like any of the others I mentioned, it wouldn’t be a problem, but WotC with their flagship D&D5e are maintaining that popularity not by providing anything to their fans, but by hiding the existence of any other alternatives, and where they can’t do that, they are constantly, in so many words, redefining what a TTRPG even is to exclude any other game.

One of the main ways they do this is by encouraging a complete detachment from the rules, encouraging DMs to do all the work of providing a one-man-show experience, and through these things teaching the massive playerbase of D&D5e, created by its more conventional massive marketing budget, that the content of TTRPGs does not matter, and if the content of TTRPGs does not matter and they’re all basically the same one-man-show, there’s no need to go through the effort of checking out any other ones besides the D&D5e you’re already familiar with, even if it doesn’t suit your needs. This is the very first thing taught to basically every new person who enters the hobby, who then go on to perpetuate it themselves, and often raise a stink when that teaching is challenged. When it comes down to it this is what pretty much every @thydungeongal post that gets reblogged on this account is about. It’s not that they’re popular, it’s that they salt the earth.

Anyone who doesn’t want to see that sort of discussion can follow the Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy Kickstarter page, or our itchio page, for updates instead, but anyone who doesn’t want TTRPG developers and enthusiasts to complain and rail against D&D5e and WotC, well, you might as well tell the Lorax to shut up about the lumber industry too.

And when you see your entire home getting destroyed around you by a massive, nigh unstoppable force, how chipper and positive can you really be about it?

[artsninspo]

002 | Richmond Inc.

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♠ authors note: hi! wow, wow, wow - the first part of this is doing so well. thanks to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged. a few notes firstly- I've changed the POV . Our OC is Lorence Cole commonly referred to as Cole professionally, no worries though she’s very much a black woman.

♠ summary: Terry Richmond is still keen on recruiting Lorence for the open directors position within his security firm. Her stellar results during both tactical and physical trials makes her a top candidate but his reputation is in the way of her eager acceptance of the offer.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ word-count: ~1.5K

⌖ - Richmond Inc. Training HQ

Second to being in the presence of the Boss, tactical day is my second least favourite part of my job. It’s not that I’m a pacifist but the idea of pulling the trigger and striking a human being in a vital artery is the last thing I want to be doing. Securing my ear protection I let the rounds go being as precise as possible so I can leave sooner than later. This training is proactive and preventative for agents like me who never see the more violent side of the field. It's a necessary evil. A team is only as strong as their weakest link and if shit ever hits the fan I never want to be the person left behind who can't carry their own weight.

“Hey Cole join our competition” a couple of the guys call as I pack up the firearm.

“No thanks” I respond. “Wouldn’t want to make you boys look bad.” I add playfully and they all laugh telling me my comment is wishful thinking. The Boss is huge on being proactive. Since its inception Richmond Inc. has only lost one employee while on assignment. That was while he was being a hero and not doing what we were trained to do. I move onto a larger weapon and look through the scope taking the stationary targets down one by one before heading  on to the moving targets course. This one is a simulation, kind of like virtual reality but it feels real. It’s a culmination of all of our training, unfortunately us women are required to perform it twice. Once with heels and the other time in footwear of our choosing. My score is satisfactory and I relax after finishing the tactical portion. I take a short breather before I head to finish the physical training. Some of the field agents come out to place the weighted vests and ankle weights on me before I’m forced into the pool. Stay afloat for twenty minutes or cross the length of the pool twice. I manage the crossing with difficulty before I’m pulled up from the up edge. It’s the track that sees me next. I dry off as much as I can before making quick work of the three miles within the time constraints. When I’m finished I take my time in the sauna before changing. I get dressed and make myself presentable before emerging from the facilities. I’m gonna need an energy drink and a coffee to make it through the rest of today. Chatter gets my attention and I find the Boss standing in front of the exit. I look for another exit to avoid any interactions. I curse myself again for finishing so quickly - I wouldn't have if I knew he was in town.

“Lorence, of course you’re top twenty” A familiar voice shouts, blowing my attempt at discretion. Still, I smile at the sight of my mentor wearing a proud smile. Joel taught me everything I know about passing both the tactical and physical trials, lord knows I was bottom ten when I first joined the firm. “Rich told me you declined a director position. Why would you do that? You have everything it takes.” He asks discreetly. Unlike the Boss Joel is generous, kind and patient. He spoiled me with his easy going temperament. If it were a director position under him there’d be nothing to discuss. I’d sign the dotted line in a heartbeat. The possibilities of how ugly this job can become would be my only worry and not verbal abuse from time to time.

“I’m not good under pressure” I mutter.

“Yeah fucking right. How many times have you talked us out of a bind?” Joel asks like a proud father figure. His greatest leadership quality is that he likes to see others shine and knows how to get the light out of them. “More than half of us in the field aren’t as smart as you. Negotiate. The Boss isn’t above reason and always puts the company first. I can put in a good word.” Joel offers.

“It’s not that I’m smarter, it's that none of you guys listen. I’m not interested in Joel” I respond jokingly.

“No, your testing proves you’re the right one for the position” he says.

I sigh. “I enjoy my life, okay?”

“What, sitting on an overpriced couch? Spending hours cooking for one?” Joel teases and I glare at him while he has a laugh at my expense.

“Come on, try the winter circuit - it’s lowkey and easy to get your feet wet. You can shadow me. $750k to do what you can do in your sleep” Joel says being a salesman.

“What? Do you get a commission?” I tease.

“No, I'll get my best agent back.” Joel says.

I take a deep breath in and weigh my options. “I have one condition before I seriously consider it. If you don’t think it’s possible then drop it”

“What” Joel asks, brow raised and ready for a challenge.

“I deal with you and not the Boss” I tell Joel who seizes up. His brows bunch like it's the most ridiculous request. Confusion covers his expression, most of why people become directors is for the position's proximity to Mr. Richmond. It's worth his weight in gold. “You know I make mistakes in the beginning and he’s an eagle eyed freak who blows up on people. I don’t do well with that. If you can take the tirades for me I’ll consider the promotion” I explain and understanding settles into his expression. He nods looking down dimples settling into his cheeks.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Joel laughs shaking his head side to side.

I’m not at all amused. “It’s my line, it’s my condition. I like peace” 

“Are you being this insane for praise too or just criticism?” Joel asks, patronizing me.

“Both are fine with me, they can trickle down through you” I shrug and the hulk himself comes over looking down at his tablet. Black cashmere sweater, silver watch, grey cargos and a fresh trim. Stop it, I scorn my thoughts as he joins us.

“Impressive results Cole” Richmond says.

“Thank you, Joel taught me everything I know” I confess and Joel gives me a half smile.

“She’s a quick study” Joel says, throwing a compliment back my way.

Richmond continues scrolling on the tablet before pausing. He looks up with visible concern. “Monitors show significant distress while shooting.”

“Pacifist” Joel smiles looking from me to the Boss. “Unless bugs are involved. No bodies, no blood” Joel explains.

“Hmm” Richmond says, tapping on the tablet.

“You’re virtually fearless though” he says, continuing to scroll like I'm not right in front of him.

“Exactly. An unreasonable amount of disregard for her own well being but tremendous concern for others. It’s what makes her one of one” Joel says, being exactly the kind of sponsor I’d want under any other circumstance.

“I see,” the Boss nods, looking at me. I hold his gaze for a few seconds before turning back to Joel.

“Well Joel I hope you know you’re getting nothing for that flattery. I’m heading home. Mr. Richmond” I interject nodding in the Boss’ direction to cut the conversation short. It’s like a part of me knows observing Richmond from afar is fine but up close it’s hard to forget I'm in the presence of someone absolutely lethal.

“Drive safe” Joel responds and I nod.

“You too, thanks” I force a smile heading out the front door and into my car where I take a few deep breaths. When I pull out of the lot I see Joel and Richmond in conversation and cringe internally. The agent in me says suck it up and take the position but every other part is warning bells that say stay away. Just the thought of one of his full metal jacket tirades makes me shudder in place. Maybe that’s what was required of him in the army but it doesn't inspire people like me who want to do good. I don’t need anyone telling me what an idiot I am after I make a mistake I know better than anyone else. I was sick for a week when one of my proposed exit routes was subject to a traffic jam. I was the head logistics navigator and spent the next thirty minutes covering my ass to save the clients. Although everything went off without a hitch I demoted myself. Joel was generous but no amount of consolation minimized the fact that I shit the bed. I ran another 10 assignments at a subordinate rank before I felt comfortable at head rank again. The margin of error for director’s is less forgiving under certain circumstances. Gaining intel and filtering for what's necessary is no small feat the success of every project is on your shoulders and so are everyone else’s fuck ups.

New directors are routinely on the Bosses bad side and that's a place I never want to be.

003 ⇛

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[seriouslyaotfandom]

An Exposé of v_onth/7m7n7's Long-Time Harassment and Cyberbullying against the Attack on Titan Community:

To the Levi and AoT Fandom,

For the past two years, a dangerous and obsessive individual has used multiple accounts across different platforms to stalk, threaten, and harass fans throughout the Attack on Titan (AoT) community. This person’s harassment isn’t limited to disagreements about fictional character dynamics or ships—it extends to vile abuse, including ableist, racist, and misogynistic slurs, targeted at anyone they perceive as a threat to their personal views. Their harassment has affected fans across various subcommunities, from Levi and Mikasa fans to fic writers, artists, eruri shippers, self-shippers, and content creators of all kinds. On Twitter, they frequently use the handle v_onth, while on Tumblr, they’ve primarily been known as 7m7n7, among other aliases. Their actions are not isolated incidents—they are part of a long, calculated campaign to bully and silence creators, artists, and fans across the AoT community. They’ve used sock puppet accounts, manipulation, and harassment tactics to create division, spark conflict, and drive people out of the fandom.

This post is a warning: by sharing and reblogging this post, you can help spread awareness of their tactics and prevent others from becoming victims. This effort only works if the community works together to recognize, block, and stop this person from causing further harm. The following link is to a PDF compiling evidence of v_onth's tactics, harassment, and cyberbullying. Please take a moment to read, share, and protect the AoT community from their continued harassment:

View the PDF Link Below:

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This post is intended to serve as a safeguard for the AoT community against the ongoing bullying, harassment, and threats regularly employed by the person behind these accounts. By sharing documented evidence of their behavior, conduct, and activities, we hope to inform the community and help individuals recognize the patterns of their abuse. By doing so, fans will be better equipped to protect themselves and others. This individual thrives on causing division and distress within the fandom, and their ability to manipulate and target others will continue unless we stand together to expose and block them.

This effort will only succeed if this post is shared and reblogged widely. If you’re able, please do so to help spread awareness and keep the AoT fandom as safe and welcoming as possible. Whether you’ve been directly affected or not, helping others recognize the danger this individual poses is critical to keeping the AoT community safe and welcoming for everyone. Let’s stand up to this harassment and ensure that no fan, creator, or member of this community feels unsafe sharing their love for Attack on Titan.

[tranceinnumerabletabs]

When Johnny Comes Back pt13

I'd like to mention some of these 'titles' were from AO3 and I'm sorry for how some of these sound. I know a lot of these were truly bonkers and some were character-specific. Y'all better like them they're legit funny at times AND have plausible deniability. Also, just like...2 hours after posting part 12, I REACHED 100 REBLOGS!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sorry it took so long! I guess I hit a writer's block.

tags: @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and @beelzebee

part1, part12

“Poison Breaker. Affirmative Sir. Operation: Deep Infiltration. Whispers of the Damned.”

Huh…those sound familiar?

“Undercover assets. Trapper Keeper. The Art of Subtlety. Hotline.”

Those….are just titles of sites you’ve visited? You think. You don’t memorize the hundreds of sites you visit.

“Tactical Submission. All That’s Said In Low Light. The Captain’s Private Orders. All the Sins You Never Had the Courage to Commit. Silent Weapons, Soft Target. To Drive a Man to Madness. Covert Rendezvous.”

Soap looks confused, which isn’t a good look right now. ‘What’s all this?’ He seems to say as he looks at you. You look confused as well.

You Don't remember this as being a part of your research.

This Wasn't Part Of Your Research.

“Sir Yes Sir. Directive 69: Breach & Enter. Man In Uniform. Under the Hood: Sensitive Material. Bravo Six: Going Dark. Decompression Protocol. Advanced Recon: Close Quarters. Mask-On Compliance. Command Authority: At Ease.”

Johnny looked even more confused. That’s…a lot more than you showed him. You didn’t tell him about any of this and by the sounds of it it seems important.

“Low-Profile Insertion. Kylassified BBC. Private Briefing: The Captain’s Touch. The Alpha Lieutenant. Engagement Protocol.”

Wait. Alpha Lieutenant? that sounds so familiar to you.

“Explosive Affairs. Now You See ‘em, Now You Don’t. Help Me Out (Get Me Off).”

“Hen what’s this?” Soap whispers sharply to you.

“Someone to Bleed. Silent Takeover. Behind Enemy Lines (Barracks Edition). Black Ops Ships.”

Ships?

Ships??

SHIPSSS??

SHIIIIIIPPSSSS??!!

No

no please god no

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Modern Warfare Collection. C4 & Chill. Op Order: Stand to Attention.”

Soap looked worried at your panicked look.

'What are you hiding?'

“Slow Burn Deployment. Headcannon: Operator Edition. Cold War AU. Warzone AU. Infinite Warfare AU. Ship Week Prompts.”

“This isn’t what it looks like” you whisper back but it’s not very convincing when the words Cold War, Warzone and Warfare is coming out of Ross’ mouth

“Modern Warfare Drabbles. Modern Warfare Oneshots. Multi chapter AU Missions. Modern Warfare PWP. Kinktober: Advanced Warfare Edition. Fix-it-Fic: After Action Report.”

He’s literally reading your fucking fanfic history.

“Canon-Divergence ABO AU. WIP Modern Warfare 2.”

ABO?! fml that’s like the worst one?! What could be worse!?

“CoD x Reader."

tHaT wAsN't a fUcKiNg cHAllEnGe rOsS!!

"Reader Inserts: Classified Quarters. Modern Warfare Imagines.” Ross finishes as if he didn’t completely and utterly demolish your dignity in one fell swoop by reading your fanfic history right in front of Johnny

.

.

.

.

“Care to explain all that ma’am?” Ross asks innocuously Now, all three men turn towards you for answers, though Soap is still on your side, he wanted your explanation

You clear your throat, finding it suddenly dry. Was it always hot in here or was it just you?

“I….um…”

At the hesitation, Milton and Ross perk up “Those are just….fictional stories I like reading.” You vaguely say

“Hmm. That’s an awful lot of them military themed”

You nod hastily “yep!” You squeak “I’m just….really into it”

yeah I’m sure you are you whore

All three of them seem to scrutinize you under their gaze. The agents gaze spoke of suspicions and Soap’s never knew you were into that bonny

“So all of this is just a curiosity? You seemed to stay up late on these sites. All these titles are cause for suspicion in one way or another”

you doubt that but I guess they wouldn’t understand what some of these terms would be

“Y-yeah…the stories aren’t….focused on military stuff anyway it’s just….silly stories about the characters” you force out as you wish the ground would swallow you whole. They don’t even seem convinced as you experience an ego death right next to Soap. “It’s harmless! Honest!” You say, digging yourself into a deeper grave.

“Could you show us one of them” Milton challenges

I’d rather you shoot me but okay! You pull out your phone and go on AO3

“Lass what are you doing?” Soap whisper hisses at you, thinking it’s bad.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it” you whisper back. You try to find……nothing too weird. That shouldn’t be too hard right?

right?

You show him the beginning of some slow burn. Nothing crazy happens in the beginning of a slow burn right?

You all sit in silence as old ass men read fanfiction titles right fucking in front of you with varying expressions. But you only had one expression: Pain.

Soap looked like he wanted answers but is waiting till they leave “So they’re really just…..stories..?” Ross gruffs

“Yep! Nothing classified here!” You wheeze Ross of course decided to scroll all the way to the top before you could stop him and read the fucking tags you unwillingly flinch in embarrassment and take back your phone so he doesn’t seen any…..inappropriate tags….and you pray they didn’t. You look at your phone and Daymn these tags are pretty good but not something you’d show your parents. He…didn’t read them did he??

DID HE?

Milton doesn’t seem to notice and continues with the questions “so they’re unrelated to earlier searches?”

“YEP!” Your voice cracks

“Does your ’friend’ also have these….‘interests’”

“Uhhhh……maybe? I’m sure she’d like some of them”

Ross seemed to have enough “alright. Seems….harmless enough”

“Does your friend know anything about deeper searches or your husband’s occupation?” Milton checks again

husband

“U-um….she knows he’s in the military…” you dodge the fist part of the question but “And the searches?” Milton wasn’t having any of that

“I didn’t send her anything I know is classified” technically not a lie

“Did you tell her anything classified?”

“I never knew I even read anything bad! I was just curious”

please leave please leave please leave

They didn’t like that. But what could they do? They shoot Soap a look. He shoots one back, as if to say “leave it to me gentlemen”

The men nod “thank you both for your cooperation.” Ross grunts. They move to stand up and you relax slightly Ross straightens his tie as he talks “Be mindful of where you look and who you share it with. Curiosity could get you in serious trouble if you end up on the wrong side of a security breach“

“If you have any questions about classified material, there are legitimate channels.” Milton eyes you both.

pfff! ‘Legitimate Channels’?! If you wanted to watch hours of propaganda you’d watch marvel movies

Ross casually pockets his notebook filled with information the CIA couldn’t waterboard out you. They start to see themselves out but then-

“Hold it right there folks” Soap objects. The men turn to look at him. “Are ye gonna stop watching us? I’m not too keen on being monitored”

The men exchange glances “we’ll be in touch”

Soap doesn’t seem satisfied with that. Seems he still needs to….do things under your table and need their heads away.

“Aye. Aye. I Ken it’s yer jobs tae be cunts. I’m one myself” he reminds “but I’d like tae take a look at her ‘investigation’ myself and dinae want tae be watched”

Oh so that’s why

The men look at each other, straighten up, and try to make him understand “It’s not in our hands sergeant” Milton speaks “we can try to put in a good word. But we can’t make guarantees”

Soap thinks for a moment “aye, I shoulda known...Hmph. That’s alright gentlemen. I’ll just tell my captain and Laswell”

The men look even more serious “alright. I’m sure they’ll clear her name for you.” They start to see themselves out again but before they could fully leave, the older one, Ross turn his head back and says “It’s got to have you back sergeant” before finally leaving.

Both of you sigh in relief, the tension seeming to leave you both as you relaxed but neither of you are relaxed at all. Your dignity was in complete shambles, you had a lot to explain and Soap now had another mission as soon as he came back.

A long silence befalls both of you. Neither of you knowing what to say and needing to contemplate. You were there, reality crashing on you realizing how you’ve just stumbled into and Johnny? He’s now just had a new list of objectives to complete:

1. Interrogate you, why didn’t you tell him about those? are you hiding something from him? Have you been lying about what you know?

2. Tell Laswell and Price everything he knows and everything that happened. He already sent screenshots, they haven’t responded, and there’s been…..recent updates to suspicious activity he has to investigate.

3. Try to clear your name. But only if he’s concluded you deserved it. And he’s worried you didn’t deserve it. Those titles did sounded suspicious

4.Contact the shadow. How dare he talk to his wee bonny lass? Was it random? Was it bait? Was it targeted? Was it a part of something bigger he might not survive?

As both of you were processing the events, neither of you knew what to say. Soap braved a glance at you, you were looking right at him…wanting to speak but not knowing how to start. His eyes softened. How could he think anything malevolent of you? He’s sure you have an explanation. He put his signature teasing smile on his face.

“Husband eh? Looks like they made it official for us.” He jokes

You look surprised, before slowly cracking a small laugh and shaking your head. He smiles at the sight: you, on laughing at his antics on his bare chest. His solider brain impelled him from the side of his mind that he usually shut down when he came back to demand

To demand answers now.

But you were precious.

Too precious

But he had a job to do. His Call of Duty

“Lass” he clears his through and tries to keep his tone lighthearted as to not alarm you but the look in his eye was serious. “Care tae explain all tha’? Ye said ye told me everything”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks start heating up, you shove your face back into his chest, an action that would usually have his heart beating faster and his grin wider, but not now, cuz that’s MiGhTy sUsPiCioUs. His eyes grow even more serious. “What’s wrong bonny” his pet name sounds forced “are ye hiding’ something?”

You don’t seem to catch the weight of his tone, too engulfed in the absolute embarrassment of the events. Bad news. “Lass” he says through clenched teeth. “Care tae explain?” He fights the urge to grip your hair and force eye contact. He needs answers.

You catch on and snap your head up “I-i-it’s not what I-it l-l-looks like! I can explain!”

no you can't

oh god how am I going to explain I read smutty military fanfiction?! HE’S IN THE FUCKING MILITARY

“Ye said ye told me everything”

“I did!”

“Then what was all that? You didn’t show me all those.”

“I-I-I answered truthfully! Honest!”

“So all th’ was jus’ stories?” He asks, suspicious

“Yes! I promise!”

“About what?”

"Just….some..military stuff”

“Ye seemed eager tae make sure sheriff Sunburn and Deputy Mustache dinnae read it.” He presses

“It’s just….um….about the characters themselves. Like about lieutenants, soldiers, sergeants, mercenaries. Not about combat or battle….usually..”

So you’re learning about their means to an end? The average person doesn’t read hours of Mein Kampf, Das Kapital, The Art of War, The Turner Diaries etc for the writing style. So he scowls more as if that’s worse “an’ why would ye want tae know that?”

“Just……for fun..”

“Fer fun?”

“Hmm hmm” you force out.

Oh lord, if you’re listening, please help. I know we haven't always gotten along with my reading history and every thought I have when Johnny is shirtless but please!

“Then why don’t I have some ‘fun’ too? Give me your phone” he challenges, determined to find you out. Your eyes widen and your throat goes dry

oh lord please no

Your reaction seemed to confirm his suspicions and I look of betrayal and denial seeped into his face. You lied to him? You lied?! What were you plotting?

The look on his face broke your heart and you panicked more “I-i-it’s not bad! Honest! C'mon I need you on my side Johnny! You know I��d never do anything bad!”

“Honest?” He seemed to mock “well if ye wanna talk about honesty. Let’s talk about how ye went behind my back and learned everythin’ I’ve been trying tae hide from ye, only for you to end up being someone I’d fight against and ye won’t even let me not believe it!”

“Nononononono” you shake your head. Then. You sigh, defeated

“…..don’t laugh…”

Soap seemed to ease up at that.

“It’s…..uh…transformative works based on preexisting concepts made by regular civilians”

“Does it end with the army lads plantin’ a bomb or rescuin’ a kitten? I’m sure ‘The Captain’s Private Orders’ and ‘Operation Deep Infiltration’ sound like stories with happy endings. Next thing I see is you pitching’ American Sniper tae our wee Simon fer a bedtime story”

oh they have happy endings alright

You groan and place your hands in your hands “they’re not even about military bullshit! They’re about military video game characters!” You slip

“….stories…..about video game...military…” he mumbled to himself. Then…slowly, his entire demeanor shifts. His shoulders drop and his face twist into disbelief

“No. fucking. way” he looks at you but there was no malice, making you foolishly relax as well “what?”

“Lass…”

“Johnny?”

“…were ye readin’ fanfiction?!” He yells in absolute disbelief!

“W-what! I-I-I”

“Don’t try tae lie tae me sweetheart!” He laughs, and despite it being at your expense pride swelled in your heart at making him laugh so hard. “Ye wee filthy lass!” He laughs.

“N-no!!” You yell in a blushing defense but that just confirms his suspicions further and he wasn’t having any of that. You're dignity was going for a round two and there is no tap outs avaliable

“I cannae believe it! The wee Innocent Princess has a dark side! Tell me lassie, do ye like the idea of a big mean soldier tossin’ a wee ting like you and fuckin’ her silly?”

“It’s not all smutty!” You slip up. Well shit now you’ve confirmed it!

“Is that so? are they all big dark, brooding and misunderstood?” He keeps going, merciless “or are they too busy shagging each other? An’ I’m right here! Without the plot holes or filers! I’m proper jealous! Am I not strong enough fer ye Bonnie? I promise I’m a better fuck than Audie Murphy!” He laughs, clutching his chest in faux heartbreak

“Noooooo!”

“Dae the lads recite Shakespeare tae woo ye? I should try tha’! O, my sweet lass, how doth thy beauty compare to a well-placed grenade?’”

“Okay well fuck you too Johnny”

“ye wish! Is this what ye’ve been reading at night?! All cozy in yer Jammies readin’ about an alpha male in yer bedroom? I gotta see this!”

“Jounnyyy!!” you shove your face into your hands, unable to face him

“What’s yer favorite one lass? ‘Tactical Submission’? ‘*Deeeep* Infiltration’” he leans in close to you, making sure to be right in front of your hands on your face

“What was it again? ‘Captain’s Private Orders’? I could give ye orders if ye like lass”

“Oh I’m sorry Sergeant jealousy, I didn’t know it was part of protocol to get your CV before reading in what I thought was the privacy of my home!” You whine into your hands then he grips your wrists and rips them away to revel in your shattered dignity

“I dinae think the day would ever come where I’d find this about ye! Are ye that patriotic or have I swooned ye? I shoulda went in tae makin’ porn! Then at least ye’d be Diddling tae a proper braw belter!”

You groan so loudly you sound like an angsty teen on their phone. You look away, your face too hot to breath properly “Who needs recruiters when they have me! Are you tryin to tell me somethin lass?” He leans in way too fucking close making it hard to breathe.

You whine indignantly “yeah!” You choke out. His eyes brighten and it pisses you off more right now “l found that that military men are really sexy! You’re just a shit example!” You yell out.

He throws his head back in laughter. Finally you can breathe without his smothering proximity. “Awww lass! Don’t be like tha’!”

You huff and don’t meet his face

“Lassie” he calls out, still holding your wrists

“Fuck off Johnny”

“Awww don’t be like that hen. I’m sure it’s a nice way tae keep warm when the real thing isn’t there”

“Johnny I swear to god I will sell you to foreign forces for a corn chip if you don’t shut the fuck up”

“Fee a corn chip? Nae I’m sure you can bargain fer better.” He grins wider and leans back in “like…say….a night with one of their soldiers.”

“Johnny I swear to god-“ He gasps as if he suddenly got an idea “Ye really should show me some!” Your eyes shoot open in horror

“absolutely not!” You yell “ain’t no way!”

He whines and places both hands in the couch ‘wall’ behind you, encasing you. You knew he was going to try and roll persuasion. He rolls a 19 but you roll a 20 on insight and see his roguish mischievousness through those twitter-blue eyes. He lowers himself a bit and looks up at you with those big blue pupper eyes, it’s especially ethos with those bandages “Bonny-” he starts, dripping with faux sincerity

“No.”

“Lass pl-“

“I said no Johnny”

“Hen”

“I said NO Johnny! I will throw Simon at you don’t test me!”

He whines like a dog and encircles me more, trying to apply pressure.

“Princess.”

You sigh, hot faced with anger and embarrassment “what.” He grins.

“I love ye”

Though those sad puppy eyes were optimized to disintegrate your will, they were gleaming with mischief

“shut it” you shove him off to run away but he throws himself on top of you like a clingy dog and pinning you on the couch “don’t gooo, say it baack”

“Get off me!” You whine, fantasizing about locking yourself into your bed room and scream into your pillow

“Not until he tell me I’m more braw then the Bawbags ye read about!”

“Fat chance sergeant suds!” You struggle under his the immovable object that is Johnny with the unstoppable force that is your rage.

But then-lightbulb!

💡💡💡

He’s taught you many things, some of which includes how to evade capture by government agents and how to get out of being pinned. You decide to use one of the tricks he taught you. Usually it might not work on the big bad sergeant soap, but he’s sore, fresh out of the hospital, and hasn’t worked out in weeks. He’s not at full strength. You’ve got this!

“Well then yer stuck here!” He taunts and continues to make fucking fun of you “Why don’t ye write naughty fanfiction of me? I’m amazin’!”

“Oh I’ve got a naughty story for you Sergeant!”

You hook your legs around his waist, shutting him up quick. You shift your hips, buck up hard, pushing your knee against his hip. The unexpected momentum makes him yelp and it rolls him enough to loosen his hold as he instinctively tries to catch himself from falling off the couch.

“long. live. the king!”

You snake an arm free and shove his shoulder with all your Disney movie might, tossing him off the couch with a thud

You scramble to your feet as he stares in surprise “I know all your tricks Sudsy!”

“I taught ye that! Y-ye traitor!” He groans. You turn to skiddadle away.

“Honey wait!” He calls after you but nope! You’re gone! He shoots up to chase you. You slam your door and lock yourself in your bedroom to sulk, scream, punch something and pout.

“This isnae over Bonny!” He says truthfully, not only was there the other stuff to take care of but he has to read some of that! “You cannae escape me forever!”

“I just did!” You scream through your bedroom door and flop on the bed to scream.

“This is war bonny! And I don’t lose!” You can hear his laughter from the other room. He stands there, arms crossed as if waiting for you to come out. After a few beats of silence he decides to grant you a shred of mercy and leave you to your pain. He moves to drop on the couch. He still has work to do, but at least he’s sure you’re definitely innocent. Well, innocent in terms of crime. He still hasn’t read those fics.

He sees Simon and tries to pet him. Simon, however was having none of that. He was being malicious mean and scary and stares at Johnny with a sneer that could curdle dairy as if to say that crime wise his hands are not the cleanest.

He has concluded that Johnny Upset You and refuses to be pet by him till an Official Pardon has been issued by the princess herself.

He hisses grumpily like he’s saying ‘you’ve angered the queen’s envoy, human. No cuddles for you’ and enters your room to comfort you. How? Oh he’s got a dream. Lol jk. Like this:

https://youtube.com/shorts/a-MvV2Oo4cE?si=UMNuw2ndX3Oxj9uC

[sorin-sunchild]

The sad thing is once enough misinformation is spread about a group you're well and truly snookered.

Rumours get spread by people who are blatantly lying because either they've understood something wrong and refuse to budge or just hate you for whatever reason.

And if they're good at it, they'll make you out to be a problem and use as many emotional targeting tactics as possible.

Things that people who are 'good' would surely never question or bother to check, it sounds so plausible and is a thing you're already against, so it's easy to believe these people are doing a bad thing right? Why would anyone lie?

So they make their own posts, based on these lies and/or misinformation and they also refuse to be dissuaded because they're convinced you're bad.

Often they've never interacted with the group they despise or read the posts they're generalizing either.

Why bother? Why care to do so when it's easier to hate and bully and get likes and reblogs for it?

Better yet, now it's cool and ok to target this group for bullying memes, ridicule and hatred because they're 'harmful' let's drop any prefixes or specific types of 'people like that' and just mock the whole lot of them. Nobody will notice our bigotry if we pick the right target.

And the poor targeted group has to spend the energy they don't have debating and refuting so that the misinformation doesn't take over and it never feels like you're winning and some start a new discourse based on this defense of yourselves alone. Not like just laying down and taking it was ever an option.

It happened with bisexuals for existing and not 'choosing a side', it happened to pansexuals for preferring a different mspec label, it happened with asexuals for finding a word to describe themselves, it's happening now with trans mascs for giving a word to oppression specifically targeting them for being trans + masc. Who's next? Hopefully no one but we never learn.

(the same principle applies outside of the queer community too. Don't tag as q slur.)

[fangdokja]

🚨 EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT: THEY CAME FOR THE MASTERLIST 🚨

📢 Attention, fellow connoisseurs of unhinged fiction. We have just witnessed another targeted strike on The Red Ledger masterlist. Yes, my beloved archive of degeneracy was once again ruthlessly mass-reported by the Algorithmic Inquisition.

Why? 🤔 Because apparently, the mere existence of hyperlinks is a crime against humanity. Hyperlinks. The lifeblood of navigation. The backbone of organization. The holy grail of Not Losing Your Shiz™. And yet, here we are. Executed at dawn. ☠️

Status update: The appeal has already gone through (as expected, because I was objectively correct and they were objectively wrong 😌), but this is your official warning to SAVE & REBLOG the masterlist unless you wish to experience the soul-crushing agony of searching for lost yandere content.

📝 Strategic Analysis of the Situation: 🔹 Enemy Tactics: Spam-reporting, a desperate yet ineffective maneuver. 🔹 Our Response: Calm, logical appeal. It worked. Again. 💀 🔹 Conclusion: Their efforts were futile, and I remain undefeated. 🎭

🔎 KEY TAKEAWAYS: ✅ The Red Ledger is still standing. ✅ The Red Ledger WILL get hit again (LOL 💀). ✅ You should reblog it NOW* before it pulls a Houdini again.

📜 Final Words of Wisdom:

If you love it, archive it.

If you fear its loss, reblog it.

If you are the one reporting it… idk go touch grass or something.

Anyway, GG ez, see you all at the next false flag attack. 🏆💀

[redpillfuturist215]

This is a multi-part post. Recently some guy criticized one of my reblogs and in rare form I actually typed up a response but before I could that Tumblr account was apparently deleted so the comment and post lost forever. Well, turns out I took a screenshot so since I took the time to retort I might as well share it and make an example out of him so here we go…

1st off, a few small things I don’t have the time to research every single thing, event or whatever. People who got rich in the 20th century are not “old money”. I don't care to know but Trump and Musk are probably only 2nd generation wealthy, one thing for sure is they are not elites and certainly not cabal members. In the age of false accusations and going after political opponents with the entire mainstream media in tow, so called convictions mean nothing. Let’s say Trump did rape someone though … there are far more criminals in or aligned with the democratic party including sex predators and pedophiles, along with the elites who’ve been raping and sacrificing children for decades if not centuries so GTFOH! Democrats and the left do nothing but project, accusing others of what they are guilty for, a tactic straight out of the Marxist and Nazi playbooks. I’m pretty sure they admitted seeking to tie him up and drain his finances in attempt to keep him from getting back in the white house.

Now let’s address the main topic, the long history of US democrat racism which is very well documented so therefore not propaganda or “far right” because the real truth has no agenda and how they’ll destroy anything from the environment to an entire nation in pursuit of the continued subjugation of my people and others they hate. That said I’ve criticized republicans too because so many of them are cowards, esp. since the so called compromise of 1877.

Black women are the reason 90% of us vote democrat, because they are financial sellouts aiding in our own oppression and genocide, they are a joke. This is why black men more or less spearhead the red pill movement, we were the first to get fucked over by feminism and gynocentrism, so much so that it gave rise to IBMOR – introspective black men of reform as well as SYSBM – save yourselves black men. I’ve dealt with it and have heard accounts of several others, virtually all attempts to educate them are futile, it’s like talking to a wall. Aside from the desire for “free” resources and mental slavery, they are just simply too emotional to accept reality. Moving on… Nothing brings out emotionally driven leftists or whatever the fuck like a black person, esp. a man, reminding others he is not a US democrat supporter. The US republican party was established to stop slavery and other democrat violations of human rights, terrorism. Almost immediately after the civil war they were helping blacks become congressman and representatives. Decades would pass before any democrats did. It doesn’t matter what faults republicans have or how cowardly they have become more or less since the 1877 compromise, democrats have always hated blacks. Founded to defend, expand slavery Created the Confederacy, started a civil war Refused to attend Lincoln’s inauguration for the “radical” idea of freeing the slaves and ultimately shot him in the head over it Rapes, beatings, lynchings Circumcising male slaves to “prevent them from raping white women” Not only were white women raping black slaves, some white male slave owners (again, all democrats) were also raping them in the open as a form of humiliation and dominance. The practice was called breaking the buck or something like that Created the KKK While the KKK lynching blacks is pretty well known, most don’t know that at least 1,300 white republicans were also lynched by them roughly between 1880 and 1970 for helping blacks to do things like get a proper education, register to vote The KKK also in turn assisting with the Negro Project which would become Planned Parenthood, designed to target blacks and other “undesirables” for genocide through abortion, yet again with black women being willing participants because feminism and hypergamy Jim Crow, segregation LBJ – “I’ll have those niggas voting democrat for 200 years” The above corrected on 2-6-2025 Thanks for pointing out my typo @mtnman451 I knew it was LBJ, have no idea why I put FDR up there haha but I've now corrected it. Getting us hooked on crack and other hard drugs The welfare state to financially enslave the black community and destroy the family unit, along with abortion having black women being complicit in it The above leading to black children, esp. boys, having the highest abuse rates Poverty and crime skyrocketing as well Mental health issues and suicide rates too Other financial policies meant to keep blacks poor and living in ghettos Democrats aligned with muslims, the only ones still enslaving Africans today which liberals never talk about Saying we’re too stupid to get an ID Calling us Uncle Tom’s and the likes for not supporting the actual party of slavery, a shaming tactic trying to get us back on the mental plantation Biden was against integration of schools and sponsored legislation that led to the mass incarceration of blacks He also sought to prevent blacks from getting high level positions in the government, particularly if they were republican Having the audacity to say if we don’t vote for him then we ain’t black Real quick side note, before covid hit Trump’s policies led to record setting economic achievements for blacks – the greatest combined wealth and lowest unemployment rates on record … but of course the democrats just couldn’t have that in addition to canceling the legacy of successful black people in the past This is just for African Americans

[antiroadkill]

Roadkill’s current account:

Unknown

Non-exhaustive list of former accounts (deactivated unless otherwise noted):

bi0mass-is-the-roadkill-fairy

miraclekittenz

bogleech-copycat

red-pilled-blue-balls

bongleeech

bogleech-polycule-chronicles

clownpuppi

cuckroach-prince

fagscientist (reclaimed by a victim)

springcock-suckcess

boldlydeafeningfury

guidinghabits

stupiddogking

jollyblizzardcomputer

jadecallouts

jadelolcow

babytalestranger (still exists)

tooprincessbird (still exists)

secretpoliceobject (still exists)

superkingdomnacho (still exists)

coralharmonysuit (still exists)

uniquepersonatyrant (still exists)

tinycowboybluebird

innerpersonabird

grandcollectionduck

crazyblizzardcollective

soruinssweets

blackplaaaague (with 4 A's, impersonating blackplaaague)

Blackplague-medicalfaker

baddiescientist

deejb

cinnamon-xochitl

numberonetrumpsupprter

vampiricveins

In reality, they've had well over 50 accounts. This is just what I've managed to document.

Current suspects:

stupid-dog-auzu

What's the deal with this Roadkill Person?

Roadkill, short for The Roadkill Fairy, is a serial harasser. They are not a troll, they're something far, far worse. If they find your weakness (body image issues, former eating disorders, etc) they will weaponize it and beat you over the head with it in an attempt to get you to relapse, injure yourself, or end your own life.

Roadkill follows no logic. They will completely flip from one post to another. One day fat people are disgusting and should all die, the next day they'll be calling skinny people ugly. They're constantly saying various users are transphobic while at the same time pulling shit like calling cis women men and trans men women.

Roadkill earned their title and nickname from their tendency to send people gory photos, typical of roadkill. But it has included everything from autopsy and surgery photos to murder scenes. They have also been known to send porn to people, some of which is AI generated images using their victims faces.

Roadkill has gotten their hands on at least one victim's contact information and has used this to harass them and their family. Going so far as to try to get the victim fired from their job, and worse.

Roadkill has a penchant for impersonation. At least attempted impersonation, as they're not very good at it and break character eventually. They will steal people's photos, artwork, and URLs. They will accuse other victims of "hacking" the original account, if it still exists.

Targets are chosen seemingly at random. My best guess is they just look at posts another victim reblogs and will target the original poster regardless of connection. They do this in an attempt to find vulnerable people that follow their primary victims and get them to block those victims.

I want to stress that it is not another victims fault if you get caught up in this. Blocking them will not make the harassment stop. You are only feeding into the harassment. You are being used. Report and block the harasser, not the victim.

Roadkill is not harmless. They are aggressive and obsessive. They will make new accounts and try new tactics.

[sapphic-coded]

Loose Ends

With her target dead, all Yelena needs to do is clean up a loose end. You. Except she can't pull the trigger. But she can't let you go. That leaves only one option.

Yelena Belova x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Some gore. Mention of past non-consensual relationship. Smut ( bdsm, dom/sub relationship, punishments, impact play, restraints, light degradation but it's there, edging, collars ). Minors DNI. This was written for a mature audience. Please do not repost my work. Reblog, like, and/or comments is how you can show your support.

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: This started out as a writing exercise and it turned into this. It was too much fun to not share. I can see this being a short series. Let me know what you guys think. Do you want more Yelena?

Chapter One: The Brat Tamer

You put up a good fight. The two goons that obey Watson’s every command drag you down the hallway. With every breath you take, you try to get away. You try to pull yourself from their grasp. You try digging your feet into the hardwood floors. You try everything you can think of to either wear them down or slip free. But all your efforts do nothing as they reach the door to Watson’s study. The door opens, and you are pushed into the room. 

You stumble into Watson’s study, and you just barely manage to stop yourself from falling face first onto the floor. You hear the door shut behind you. You want to turn around and yank the door back open. You want to run out of Watson’s study and just keep running until all of this is far behind you. But you already tried that. Multiple times. It never works. You run and run and run…and you end up back here. 

“Ah, Y/N,” Watson’s familiar voice claims your attention. He is sitting behind his large mahogany desk in his favorite dark brown armchair. He is dressed in his usual navy blue business suit with a tumbler glass of whiskey in his hand. “You made it.” The smile that cuts across his face is cold and hollow. “I want you to meet someone.” He gestures with his hand to the woman sitting across from him.

The first thing you notice is her hair. Her long blonde hair is held away from her face in a large intricate braid. Only a couple blonde strands fall free to frame her face as she turns in her seat to look at you. She wears a long green trench coat that is held closed by the wrap that is knotted across her stomach. Black fingerless gloves cover her hands while black tactical looking boots cover her feet. But it’s her eyes that steal your attention completely. The woman’s hazel eyes are playful, but there is something else that lurks behind it. You feel as though you are standing before a predator. But not the kind like Watson. Not vile and disgusting. She’s different. 

“This is Yelena,” Watson says. 

She offers you a smile and tilts her head slightly as her eyes drink in the sight of you. 

“She is here at my request,” Watson continues. 

You can feel her stare as if they were her fingers raking over your skin. Just minutes ago, you hadn’t cared how you looked. You were content to look as messy and unpresentable to Watson as possible. You hated his touch, and you did whatever you could to keep him away from you. It wasn’t a foolproof plan. When he wanted you he would have his way with you. But his displeasure was always palpable, and you found solace in that. 

But now you feel like a dirty, mangy animal under her stare. You are suddenly self conscious of all your flaws. Your grass stained sweats and your worn band t-shirt feel wrong to wear. You nervously pick at the hem of your shirt.

“Y/N!” Watson’s raises his voice and your attention is dragged away from Yelena. You can still feel her looking at you. Watson’s hollow smile is gone. “Say hello.” 

Your attention quickly returns to Yelena. Her hazel eyes meet yours. “Hi.” You feel proud that your voice doesn’t betray how you really feel. Your voice comes out calm and even slightly disinterested. 

Watson shakes his head and looks across his desk to Yelena. “As I explained, she is challenging.”

“It is nothing I can’t handle,” Yelena says. The woman’s Russian accent laces through her words as she keeps her focus on you despite responding to Watson. 

“Threesome’s aren’t really my thing,” you say to Watson. You watch as he takes a long sip of his drink. Your words are meaningless to him. He has already done so much to you that you hated. He’s already heard you begging him to stop. He never does. 

He sets his drink down on his desk. “Even if it was, you do not deserve any pleasure. I spent three days chasing you down after your latest stunt. Do you know how much money I spent to make sure you got back here safely?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. A thousand dollars? Whatever it was, it sounds like a big waste of money to me.”

“You should be grateful,” he says. 

“I will be dead before that ever happens,” you reply. “Can I go now?” 

“No.”

It is Yelena that answers you. Your gaze shifts to the woman, and you notice that her smile is gone. 

“Yelena is here to correct your behavior,” Watson explains. 

You are still processing Watson’s words when Yelena stands up and moves towards you. You instinctively step back, but Yelena closes the space between the two of you. You can smell the jasmine and cedarwood scent of her perfume as she moves in a slow circle around you. You hear her come to a stop behind you. You are tempted to turn your head to look at her, but Watson’s movement steals your attention. 

He rises from his chair and collects his glass of whiskey. “She has my permission to do whatever her work requires.” He moves away from his desk and closer to you. “And if you drive her away–”

“She won’t,” Yelena cuts in before Watson can finish his threat. You feel her finger slowly glide across your back between your two shoulder blades. You shift your weight from one foot to the other. The smell of her perfume is beginning to be all you smell, and you don’t want that to stop. “I am very good at taming brats.” 

Watson’s smile makes you want to turn and run, but Yelena’s hand grabs the back of your collar. You stumble for a moment as the action jerks you back half a step. You can feel the softness of her coat brush against your back as something cuts apart the collar. Before you can think to ask, the dark blue, rough, scratchy collar is removed. The brush of cool air against the newly exposed skin around your neck feels strange. 

Yelena holds the collar out towards Watson. The collar’s fabric has been cut through and looks pathetic and sad in Watson’s hand. “Take that. She must earn it back.” You aren’t eager to earn it back, but a warmth pools in your gut. Watson walks by you, and you listen to the sound of his retreating footsteps. You can still feel Yelena at your back as you hear the door to Watson’s study open and then close. 

“Your Master has told me so much about you,” she says once you two are finally alone. You feel her press her finger into the nape of your neck. “He told me how he acquired you.” Her finger slowly traces down the back of your neck. The feeling of her skin pressed against yours is like lightning, and the warmth taking root within you becomes more pronounced. “It is obviously the root of your misbehavior. We will address it. I will make you his obedient slut.” 

“I’m not his–” 

You are about to turn around to face her, but her finger disappears from the back of your neck. Her fingers curl into your hair, and she grabs a fistful of it. Without warning, she pulls you back until your entire back is pressed against her front. Her lips come to rest next to your ear. 

“You will not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?” 

Your hands come up in a pathetic attempt to free yourself from her hold. Yelena’s free hand effortlessly smacks your hands away and gives another swift yank on your hair. Your eyes squeeze shut against the pain, and you think you can hear her smiling as her breath tickles your ear. 

“Yes,” you finally say.

She doesn’t let go. “You will address me as Domina.”

“Yes, Domina,” you quickly reply. 

She lets go of your hair, and you take a breath at the receding pain. Domina. You’ve never had a Domina before. Always a Master. There’s a ring to the title that you like. You like the way it feels in your mouth when you say it. Unlike Watson’s title. You want to gag every time he forces the title out of you. 

“Your Master gives you too many privileges,” Yelena says as she takes a small step away from you. The feeling of her body against yours disappears, and you don’t like that at all. You miss it. And you hate how she keeps dragging your Master back to the forefront of your mind. You don’t want to think about him. You just want to think about her. You don’t know what she’s going to do to you, and it sends a thrill through you. 

“He lets you speak when you have not earned it,” she continues. “He lets you hit him when you do not listen. I am revoking these privileges. Put your hands behind your back.” 

You bring your hands back, and you feel her hand grab hold of yours. She secures a pair of handcuffs around your wrists. Once the cuffs are locked, she lets go and you hear her take a step back. The same feeling from before returns. You want her to keep touching you. You don’t want her to stop. 

“Kneel,” she orders. 

“Does this have to happen here?” you ask. You hear her moving slightly behind you and you start to turn your head to look at her. “There are at least six bedrooms we could–”

You don’t see her pull out the baton. In fact, you aren’t even aware of its existence within this room until she hits it against the back of your knees. A sharp cry is ripped from your lips as you fall immediately to your knees. The pain stings as she slowly walks around and stands in front of you. You stare at her black tactical boots until the tip of her black baton comes to rest beneath your chin. She tilts your head up. 

“Your antics will not work on me,” she says. “All they will do is earn you more punishments.” She removes her baton from beneath your chin. “Open your mouth.” 

You keep your lips shut and look away from her. A moment later her hand grabs your face and forces you to look up at her again. 

“You will not win this, Y/N.” Yelena’s fingers press into your cheeks and squeeze. You try to keep your mouth shut for as long as possible, but she soon manages to pry your mouth open. She brings her baton back up, but instead of bringing it down against you again, she positions it horizontally and shoves it into your open mouth. The grip she has on your mouth loosens as your mouth slowly closes over the baton. Your teeth bite down against the weapon. “Do not drop this.” 

Yelena lets go of her baton before kneeling down on one knee in front of you. She lifts up the hem of your t-shirt until the waistline of your sweats is exposed. “You should be wet by now.” 

You are not prepared for those words, and you are even less prepared when Yelena slips her hand between the fabric of your sweats and your skin. Her hand expertly slips underneath your soaked panties. The moment you feel her fingers brush against your wet sex, you let out a small moan. Your bite on her baton starts to loosen as every thought in your head diverts to her fingers. 

“You are losing focus,” she says as her fingers gather up some of your slick. “Your punishment will be worse if you drop my baton.” 

Your teeth dig back into the baton, and you are glad you did because you know for sure that you would have dropped the weapon when her fingers finally plunge into you. She gives you no time to properly react as her fingers begin thrusting in and out of you at a pace that pulls louder moans from you. She watches you as her fingers brush across your sweet spot. Her head tilts slightly to the side as her fingers continue to work you up. Her fingers are deft and merciless as you feel yourself steadily reaching that sweet, blissful edge. 

You’re getting so close, and you try to speak around the baton in your mouth but all that comes out are unintelligent noises. But right as you are about to spill over, her fingers disappear. Yelena pulls her hand out from your sweats. More unintelligent noises escape from your mouth as you voice your frustration. You are so close. Why did she stop? 

She ignores all your noises and gets up. Your head tilts back to look at her while her hand dips into the pocket of her green coat. “That is all you will get until you learn to behave.” Her other hand reaches out, and her fingers settle underneath your chin while her thumb softly strokes the side of your cheek. “But we will work on that, malýshka.” 

You feel something pinch the side of your neck. You don’t understand what is happening as you feel your body grow heavy. Yelena continues to watch you as your head suddenly feels very heavy and rolls forward. Your eyes shut, and you hear the baton hit the floor. Then nothing. 

When you wake, you are no longer in the study. You are laying on a couch in the living room. It’s quiet, and you don’t understand how you got here. You feel something draped over you. You turn your head to look, and you end up more confused. Draped across your body is Yelena’s green coat. What happened? One minute you were on the cusp of coming completely undone into the hands of this woman, and now you’re here. 

You sit up and part of Yelena’s coat falls away to reveal your hands bound in cuffs in front of you. Your clothes are still on, and you don’t see anyone around. In fact, you don’t hear the usual chatter of lounging goons. Everything is so quiet. What’s going on? You lift Yelena’s coat off of you and stand. The living room is empty, and the large flatscreen hanging on the wall is off. You are about to call out to anybody when you see it. 

Or rather, when you see him.

Laying on his back on the other side of the couch is Watson. He is dressed in the same navy business suit you saw him in earlier. So you couldn’t have been out for long. He is staring up at the ceiling with his eyes wide and his mouth open as if he is yelling. In the middle of his forehead, right above his eyebrows, is a red hole. Dark red blood pools on the wooden floor beneath his head. 

You are still putting together exactly what you are seeing when you hear fast, heavy footsteps rushing down the hallway. One of Watson’s goons emerges from the hallway. Usually, Watson’s goons can’t help themselves. They love touching you. They love any excuse to drag you to your Master. But this time, the goon doesn’t even spare you a look. He keeps running across the living room towards the foyer. 

Three gunshots make you jump and cry out as the goon stumbles. Fresh blood stains the backside of his shirt as he falls. You hear him struggling to push himself back onto his feet when someone else emerges from the hallway. 

Yelena. With her coat gone you see that she is dressed in a black tactical suit. Some blood has dried along the side of her face, but you don’t see any marks on her. In her hand is a gun, and she raises it towards the struggling goon. She pulls the trigger and another gunshot rips through the air. You take several steps back away from the couch as the goon goes still. 

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stop yourself. You know you shouldn’t have drawn attention to yourself but what the fuck did you just watch? “You killed him. You just…” You look away from the goon’s body and you find Yelena looking at you. “...killed him.” You know that you’re repeating yourself, but it’s the only thing you can think to say. 

“Yes,” Yelena replies with a small nod. “That is what I am paid to do.” 

Paid? Your mouth opens and then closes as a million questions crash together in your head. 

Yelena moves towards the couch and reaches down to grab her coat. “Come. We cannot play twenty questions here. I have set the explosives to go off in five minutes.” 

You quickly take another step back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Then, a moment later when what she also said finally hits you. “Wait, explosives?” 

She puts her coat back on and moves towards you. “I think I drugged you too much. You are acting very slow.” You feel the warm barrel of her gun press against your side when she reaches you. “You do not get to choose. You are my prisoner.” The barrel of her gun digs into your side when you don’t move. “Do you want to walk or do you want me to shoot?” 

You still have so many questions, but the look Yelena gives you keeps you quiet. As much as you want to understand what the hell is going on, you also want to get as far away from all this as possible. But the gun makes both those things impossible. So, without any other choice available, you start to move towards the foyer. You see Yelena smile as she moves to walk behind you. She drags the barrel of her gun to press against your lower back.

“Good girl, malýshka,” she says. 

Her praise sends a shiver down your spine as you leave. 

[neechees]

I'm putting out a warning for the user @jenniferpss/jenniferpzsss for likely being a scam and likely being run by notorious scammer Laura Deramas for the following reasons & proof:

Their blog has only existed since December 16th 2023, which is when they started asking for money.

They claim they live in the U.S but are "European" and are recieving healthcare in the U.S, while also asking for donations in American dollars. We've seen this with various other scams like nevermindblog where they claimed to be European but had their paypal currency set to U.S dollars. It's also weird to me that a European would go to a country with one of the most expensive healthcare costs in the world when there's several other, closer, much less expensive options that are equal (if not higher) in quality to the U.S to recieve healthcare within Europe. (Proof of that below)

On the note of calling themselves "European", they never specify what their Nationality or ethnicity is. Of course not all Europeans are the same, but that's precisely it, a lot of Europeans don't just call themselves "European", they'll happily list where they're from, and say something like "I'm Breton from France", or "I'm German" or "I'm from England", not just "I'm European". This allegedly European user doesn't and hasn't ever listed their country of origin, so they're likely faking an ethnicity

They claim they want to recieve donations via PayPal and Facebook pay, but to use facebook pay you have to have an active facebook account, which they refuse to give to people.

Below they also claim fbpay & paypal is "the only way I can recieve donations" despite the fact that cashapp & venmo, two of the most popular money transfer apps in the U.S, are available to Americans with an American address. If theyve been living long enough in America to be well incorporated into the American healthcare system, including having American insurance, an American specialist doctor, and a homecare nurse that they say they have in their donation post, then why can they not just use venmo or cashapp, which is available to anyone with an American address, which if they're telling the truth, they would definitely have? I find it hard to believe that someone who's been living in America for a while doesn't know about venmo or cashapp when asking for donations.

They claim in their donation post that they want to be "truly as transparent and honest as possible!", but then when someone asked jenniferpss to clear up some allegations against them & to be transparent, instead of doing what they said they'd do, they redirected, said the person asking questions was "attacking" them, and then didn't answer ANY of the questions. This would be suspicious enough on its own, but we've also seen such behavior from Laura in previous scams where, instead of answering reasonable, legitimate questions people had, she victimized herself and claimed ANY questions were a personal "attack" on her, regardless of how nicely worded.

They started spam messaging/asking people to reblog their donation posts, including sending these messages specifically to people who say they don't reblog donation posts bc they received an ask to.

Suddenly changed their url after being asked to address their suspicious behavior, which is a common scammer tactic. (Used to be @jenniferpss, now changed to @/jenniferpzsss, which you can see the difference & dates in the above and below screenshots)

In one of their posts, they specifically tagged two previous victims of Laura Deramas asking them to reblog their post, but ONLY them. If they're truly new to tumblr then why specifically tag those two users? How did they know about those users when they previously never interacted with either of them? Why did they ONLY tag those two users? We know Laura would often re-target other people who had donated to her or that she'd manipulated in the past for her newer scams where she pretended to be someone else, so this is typical Laura behavior. Note that the replies on their donation post are also restricted, which is ALSO typical scammer behavior

[vulkan-official]

I will be starting a little linux propaganda campaign on my new blue sky account (I was never active on twitter but a bunch of cool people moved to bsky so I decided to give it a try).

If you have any advice regarding my semi-serious, semi-meme endeavor, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts.

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My main talking points so far, are:

- Microsoft spies on you (possibly uses your data to train their AI)

- Microsoft forces people to buy new computers with their absurd hardware reqs for w11 (probably so their AI could work better and they could better spy on you) and throw away their old ones as if the e-waste problem wasn't already bad enough

- Microsoft is a monopoly and fuck that because at this point they don't care if their product is the best but rather that the customer doesn't know they have a choice

- knowing about tech is good (and cool) especially when rich people like to use it against you.

Target audience: online lefties

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So comment, reblog, send me asks or dm me if you have any suggestions regarding:

- talking points

- resources I could use/recommend to people

- tactics (what to do)

- design (if I am making any comics/drawings/memes/"posters" should I create some unique artstyle/design? Like what? Should I pick a color palette and stick to it?)

- approach (should I maybe be more like "come to the linux party we have cookies uwu" or "fuck microsoft, fuck google, eat the rich, shot the CEOs"? or both?)

Thanks to anyone who shares their thoughts. I may not respond immediately but every interaction is appreciated.

[boinin]

how the bllk boys would boop

isagi: returns boops in the same quantity he receives. you boop him twice? you get two back. bachira boops him fifty times? isagi goes on his blog and starts counting clicks. huge disparity between boops given versus boops received though. he just can't keep up with the numbers booping him bachira: a menace. mutual? follower? your post reblogged on his dash? passer-by? doesn't matter. all get not one, not two, but 30+ boops apiece. he loses a day to tumblr chigiri: only bothers booping his moots, but he's the fastest damn booper around. just as you catch up and bombard him, he's back in your notes sending double boops back. stops once he gets the black cat badge kunigami: dutifully logs on to his abandoned account to send a boop each to his IRL friends. receives 50+ from bachira minutes later. logs back out. rin: why the hell would I— rin: hears Isagi and sae have max boops rin: fuck. desperately tries to catch up sae: sends 15 boops and reblogs a couple tasteful bloop memes, before he gets bored and closes the app. returns to a maxed out received counter. rolls his eyes shidou: sends sae 1000+ boops, requests a sexual favour in return nagi: sends one bloop. though he wants the badges, he decides its too much effort to continue reo: develops a strategy to maximise boop exposure by tactically targeting particular accounts and tags. gets baya and his staff to send boops from nagi's account across various devices. nagi's maxed for both counters in an hour

[diaryofatricksterstirade]

THE MANY FACES OF LOKILAUFEYSONDIARIES (LLD)/ASGARDS-TRICKSTER-GOD (FORMALLY LOKISMISCHIEVOUSMUSINGS)

UPDATE: Their new users seem to be ‘Loki-of-stories’, ‘Lokis-little-mortal’ and ‘Lokis-mynx’ and they’re back up to their old tricks. This document has been updated to back up the claims that they are indeed the same individual & that they are LLD/Trickster.

This will be my one and only post I publish, minus reblogs or possible future updates/screenshots from the document regarding this individual.

(I recommend opening this doc on the google docs app or on pc for better quality images.)

This document displays corresponding information that strengthens the claims made against asgards-trickster-god (AKA lokilaufeysondiaries). All screenshots featured are public and I have censored names of people who have not spoken publicly or shared their stories or wish to not be involved at all for their own privacy.

They have deactivated since I began putting together this doc. But that doesn't matter. I have no doubt they will be back as "someone new" and do the same pattern of behaviour all over again, as is now a common occurrence for them.

So this document is to display the type of behaviour they exhibit, the manipulation, the multiple accounts/alts, language/writing analysis/cross referencing posts from different accounts and who they seem to target to "make friends with" and eventually try to use to fight their corner/lie to/manipulate and treat awfully. It is so that when they do inevitably return, others will know what to look for and be aware.

To the people who have been affected by this individual, I truly hope you are able to heal soon and put this behind you. You deserve it and I wish you all the best.

To everyone in the marvel fandom and marvel (and other) RP community, beware and stay safe.

For more details of the victims accounts and individual experiences, I recommend you head to @thehauntingsofficial where they have collected testimonies and have been reblogging others experiences. I also have each individual testimony linked at the end of the doc.

"Manipulation projection is a tactic used by people who manipulate others to claim that others are manipulating them. Manipulators may also use projection to blame others for their own actions."

Please do not send any form of hate to anyone mentioned or referred to here or on hauntingsofficial. Do not reach out to anyone unless they have stated they don't mind. And if this individual returns, simply block and don't engage.

Warning: This document will mention/make reference to sensitive topics like manipulation, involvement of minors and accusations pertaining to minors, harassment, hateful speech/bullying, repetitive harmful behaviour and threats of s-icide. Trigger warnings for screenshots stated when necessary.