#TW death threats mention

[xitsensunmoon]

I've been thinking about sharing this here for a very long time and now it reached a point when I'm so upset I just can't be silent anymore.

Almost immediately after creating this account, the first thing I did was to put "Ukrainian artist" in my bio.

Shortly after that, I got a few asks with death threats, disturbing and just horrible words about my nation and culture. I was called a nazi, a fascist, and just a pig. Hating me just for being a Ukrainian, just for my existence. Not just on Tumblr, but on other social platforms too. If I were to guess, those were sent by russians or people who support the war.

Dca community made me feel the safest I've ever felt in any other community, up until that point.

After that, I put "russians DNI" in my bio and closed anons. Whoever was sending hate was not brave enough to say the same terrible things to me on their main pages. It felt a little bit safer that way, even if some of you will say it's not the right thing to do. Honestly, at that point, I was really ready to just leave Tumblr for good.

I can't stop people who are making me uncomfortable and making me feel unsafe from coming to my page and ignoring my very clear boundary of just not interacting with me.

It's my page. It's my art. It's my home. I have the right to decide who I want to have here, who I want to interact with me and my art, my hours of work. If you're taking away that right from me, do you really think you're a good person and my boundary doesn't apply to you?

I do not attack russians. I do not spread hate and toxicity, even though I have a right to be as angry as I can. I do not mass report their accounts and don't send death threat asks. I just ask to be left alone.

My question is, if a person, a russian, sees my bio that asks to not interact with me, but decides against it, ignoring my boundaries gets banned for it. Am I really in the wrong?

The point of this - if you don't agree with my actions please leave. Don't start a fight, just please leave. Because I will continue to block every russian who I encounter on my page. I really, really don't want people who just don't even want and try to understand the situation and just completely ignore how fucking terrible this is even WITHOUT me starting on the war context.

#tw death threats mention #tw harassment #xit shh #I'm so sick and tired of this #i feel helpless #it's like I'm banging my head on the wall just begging for peace #it just keeps happening

[finntaur]

Why are you, as an adult, friends with people sending death threats to teenagers

I have no clue about any one of my friends sending death threats, and I would like to know who it is so that I can stop being friends with this person???

#why do people just. assume the worst instead of thinking ‘oh hey maybe this person doesn’t know’ #jesus fucking christ #ask #anon #tw death threats mention

[emails-i-cant-send]

reminder that on this blog we support joshua bassett and don't send him death threats or mock his childhood sa or call him homophobic slurs and if you ever have you can unfollow and block me right now!!!!

#Este.txt #Sorry some carpenters pissed me off #Please talk about vicious without saying 'all my homes hate joshua bassett' #Tw sa mention #Tw homophobia #Tw death threats mention

[totallynotbat]

okay.

I’m done

#vent post i guess #tw death threats mention #tw death threats

[sunlitmcgee]

gotta love the fact that on the rare occasion I get an AO3 comment that is Actually Quite Shit it usually falls into one of a few catagories.

I get the confused doomsday trio apologists who are genuinely surprised to learn that some people don’t care about their meow meows’ feelings.

I get c!Beeduo apologists who hate c!Tommy and can’t stand to see him be treated well and who insist he’s abusive for being angry he was left to die. They usually cling to the “maybe there’s something behind the scenes!” idea to justify their mistreatment towards the boy.

 I get that one person who was just causually hateful(or “wiered out” as they put it) by a poly relationship.

And the sometimes I get straight up dsmp antis who send very sexually charged insults and borderline death threats. Those ones are funniest to me and somehow the least triggering.

 Ik I have said this before. But really, /srs and /gen, if you’re a regular reader and/or commenter on my ao3 fics, thank you for being kind and not sending me nasty shit. You’ve no clue how much it helps keep me sane in this nightmare of a fandom.

#dream smp #c!doomsday trio critical #c!beeduo critical #tw mentioned queerphobia #ao3 #ao3 comments #author things #tw death threats mention #tw sex mention #i'll gossip about these more if anyone wants to hear #I won't give names or anything #just ramble about the shit some folks say #on fics that are so CLEARLY Not for Them #yet they insist must be #because heaven's forbid #a fan of a character #focus SOLELY on tha character #goodness #what a terrible thought

[angel9theye]

since y'all don't seem to actually know the difference

being mean =/= sending death threats, suicide baits, doxxing

I swear to god itself, ONE more of this shit and I WILL blow something up

#not talking to everybody ofc #but some people REALLY are evil #and to whoever tries to excuse it saying “you can't expect everyone to be nice” #fuck you #for real #you are part of the problem #tw suibaiting mention #TW death threats mention #TW doxxinng mention #vent #?

[condomatsu]

If an anon tells someone to kill themselves, I wonder if they would be willing to take responsibility for it. Then again, people are losing the need for anonymity more and more thanks to antis normalizing being abusive and sadistic bullies to people. At least people relied almost exclusively on anon back then, now people don't feel the need to hide how cowardly they are behind anon.

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#tw death threats mention

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your... characters...?

#drawing prompt #draw your OCs #draw the OCs #tag your OCs #Imagine your characters #Draw your characters #Draw your characters like this #Draw your OC meme #draw your otp like this #draw your otp #draw your ship #otp prompts #otp meme #tag your otp #art challenge #tw guns #gun // #gun mention #death threat #potentially??? ig #weird #wtf #uhh #proposal #enemies #otp #tag your ocs #excited #happy

[corffee]

I wanted to take some time sharing my awful experience this this person in particular. The original post has an error that does not let me repost, like or even see the original poster’s account, that’s why I have screenshots.

So I never thought I’d be reminded of this asshole this year yet here I am. My work has also been used and uncredited by this guy last year. I commented on the first video where my art was used and uncredited asking to please not use my and others work unless it is credited or asked with permission. He replied with “my g”…..(istg).

So a month later he used the same work again with no credit nor permission. I commented asking if he was seriously using my work again without permission. The video that my work was in was filled to the brim with nsfw art and comics. It was gross and uncomfortable to see my comic being compared to that. My comic was just for laughs and for my Sonadow followers. And this jerk had to make it weird and extremely sexual. He replied trying to act innocent and saying that my work wasn’t in the video. He completely lied to me even though my work was right in front of me in the video. I even received a death threat from another commenter saying they have an organization that will k*ll me and take all my belongings cause they “don’t care.” How sweet-

After that, I stopped wasting my time with him and just continued on with my life. And of course he came back and made AN ENTIRE VIDEO about how my art “sucks ass” and that it’s stupid to give artists credit and ask permission. He uses the “copyright law” excuse to continue using art in his videos. He struggles throughout the video to give excuses and make points as to why it’s “stupid.” Honestly, the whole video is childish since most of the time he’s just swearing and saying f you to anyone that disagrees with him. He even says “Corffee? More like Crappy.” Oh I’m shaking in my boots right now.

Anyway, I hope people are informed enough about this child and help support artists who are affected by art theft and people like him. Peace.

#tw death threats #suicide mention #artist support #psa #important #art theft #stolen work #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic

[a-sip-of-milo]

Ableist: You're not discriminated against! Stop trying to get sympathy

Also Ableist: *Sends death threats to cluster B's for the act of simply existing*

#cluster b #cluster b safe #cluster b stigma #npd #npd safe #aspd #aspd safe #hpd #hpd safe #bpd #bpd safe #tw ableism #tw death threat mention

[befuddled-calico-whump]

co-worker: do you think it's possible to kill someone with a plastic baseball bat?

me, a writer: depends on how far I can get it down their throat?

co-worker: okay????

#i am not a threat i promise i just Think Things #my new workplace isn't used to me being morbid so it's kinda funny when i catch them offguard #because i tend to have 'shy lil nerd' expression on 24/7 #death mention tw #calico is befuddled

[its-target-official]

the next time someone says “womp womp” I’m gonna kill everyone in the room

#ooc target #tw death mention #tw violence #tw death threats #its a joke #but I just wanna be careful

[fandom-madness69]

It's so much easier to stop hating the TV show adaptation when you accept that Percy Jackson is a Greek Mythology Hero and this is just a retelling of his story.

It's that simple. It's that easy. You can do it.

You can have that emotional character development from such a small decision. It doesn't need to include Athena letting the Demi-god killer into her most sacred temple to destroy you for slighting her indirectly! It can be a simple choice you make! And you should make it because, as some who keeps getting ☠️ and SA threats because I don't spare feelings, it'll make it easier for you to give less of a fuck!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo thoughts #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo hoo toa #pjo #riordanverse #vid speaks #tw death threats mentions #tw sa mention

[totallynotbat]

I just got told to kys in my inbox

Welp

I’m not bothered

#tw harassment #tw death threats mention #vent #hate anon

[sunlitmcgee]

i have to say though, it does worry me that the last thing i heard of this guy was him saying he should "just kill me" before the whole thing fell off. I'm worried for him. I hope he didn't do anything to himself and has taken a step back to calm down and collect his thoughts so he can deal with things...

#tw death threats mention #sorry to all my followers for still talking about it #but welp #when shit happens. i kinda wanna say all i need to say on the topic #also you know old my blog my rules yada yada mehmehmeh

[heyheydidjaknow]

I haven’t played this stupid game in 6 months. This is a sequel to Prospects, this time featuring Bailey.

Agreement

The envelope shook in your hand. “This should suffice.”

Bailey took it from you, not bothering to meet your eyes as she slit the top and took the slip inside. Whitney, dressed for the ride ahead— or fight; whatever came first— in his sweats and t-shirt, stood with his back to the door. Despite your assurance, he had insisted on sitting in on this final transaction as if the mountain of cash you had worked yourself ragged to obtain would not be enough to settle the score, as if your being there were not dependent solely on your value as a worker, as if Bailey— who now looked up at you over the check between her fingers and her half-rimmed glasses— would care beyond that if you were gone.

The ground swayed beneath your feet.

Bailey leaned back in her chair, gesturing to Whitney with the check. “This was your idea?”

You could not bring yourself to look back at him, but you could imagine his expression. It was the same as when you had when you had met Briar and Avery a few days before; cool, unflinching, as though you were an item at a pawn shop he was trying to get a good price on. You supposed you were, in a sense. “Yes.”

Bailey nodded slowly, taking in your figure, your stance. You squirmed under her gaze. “And the child’s yours, I take it?”

“Yes.”

She considered as much. “You know,” she mused, “your… what would the word be? Fucktoy?”

He scoffed. “For our purposes, property.”

“Oh, hardly.” She leaned her elbows on the desk, fingers lacing together under her chin. “Not officially at least, not until our terms are settled.”

“What terms are there to settle?” You picked at your cuticles, heart pounding in your throat. “Is that not how much—“

“That’s how much my best earner was worth before.” Her smile was sweet like cough syrup, sharp like whiskey. “I’m a businesswoman you understand; it would hardly make much sense for me to part with my greatest revenue stream for its raw material costs.”

You looked back at Whitney. He kept his eyes trained on the woman in front of you. “And how much would it take for you to part ways with your charge?”

She sighed in mock contemplation. “Oh, I don’t know.” She sucked her teeth. “Another fifty percent ought to do it.”

The words echoed in your ears. You swallowed back panic as you went back to staring at the floor.

“Fifty?” His sneer was audible. “The fuck you take me for?”

“Someone desperate.” She gestured to you. “Someone willing to take when they can get and leave.”

“A bitch, you mean.”

“So long as we’re being frank.”

“You—“

“Do you know how much that child is worth?” You shut your eyes as you felt her own take you in. “Do you know what sort of market you could appeal to with a matching set?”

You heard a rustling of cloth behind you. Whitney’s voice was as cheerful and bright as you had ever heard it. “So long as we’re considering the lives of people that matter,” he smiled, “I’m curious; how much is your life worth?”

There was a pause, a laugh from Bailey. “That bitch,” she sighed. “First that file—“

“This actually isn’t Laundry’s, surprisingly enough.” You heard the clinking of metal parts as he gestured to you. “Friend of a friend who lives in the country; I promised him the deed to this shithole if your position found itself empty.”

Despite yourself, you turned to face him. He held the pistol in his hand with the confidence of a man unfazed by its weight. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he would be tried if he went through with it, whether the cops would come or care or whether they would write it off as the result of one of Bailey’s “ungrateful brats”. You could not for the life of you decide which would be preferable.

“So,” he continued, finger twitching, eyes shining, “I think it best if we tried renegotiating terms.” He gestured to you. “Either you take the money and I take your cash cow off your hands—“ He steadied his aim, “— or I redecorate your office with your insides and you get to find out whether the contents of that envelope are worth shit in hell.”

You cast your gaze back towards her. Bailey looked between the two of you, lips pursed. “You’re more desperate than I thought.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and reached into her shirt pocket. “Let me give you some advice, kid.”

You shut your eyes again at the click of the safety. “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

She pulled out a carton of cigarettes, tapping one out and sticking it between her lips. “He isn’t a better person than I am, you know.” She took a lighter off her desk. “He’s not going to take better care of you than I am, isn’t going to wish you off to some fairy tale land where you’ll never know hardship; if anything, he’s going to fuck you over harder than I do.” She lit it, took a drag, smiled, exhaled.

“You fucking—“

“And you.” She pointed the cigarette at him. “Whitney, yeah? You think your life’s going to get better by being a father?” She leaned her head on her free hand. “I’ve been stuck with this job for thirty years now; the only thing that thing—“ she waved the cigarette in your belly’s general direction, “— is good for is an accessory to the walking ATM it’s stuck in.”

You could hear his voice shake; with what, you could not tell. “So help me God if you say one more thing about my fucking kid—“

“Let me say my piece.” She stood up, taking another drag and blowing it in your face. “If I were you,” she sighed, “I’d see if Harper couldn’t make an exception to get that thing out of you while it’s not breathing. Short of that, I’d ship it here.” She leaned forward, resting her hand on the surface of her desk. “But if I ever find your brat at my doorstep,” she promised, voice lowering, “if I ever see you or that thing here again, I’ll make your time here look like a stay at the Ritz-fucking-Carlton.” She stuck the cigarette back between her teeth, tilting your head up to look her in the eye. The resemblance between her and Whitney was apparent; you wondered if that was just what the eyes of monsters looked like. “I will make your child pay for however much you would have made me twofold, and I will sell their body— whole or piecemeal— to any dumb fuck who asks for what I’m sure will be a pretty young thing like them. Do you understand me?”

You could not breathe.

Her grip on your jaw tightened. “Are you deaf?” She brought you closer, and you whimpered at the sensation. “I asked you a question. Do you understand me or don’t you?”

You shut your eyes as her nails dug into your skin. You dug your own into your palm as you forced yourself to nod.

She kept you there a moment— for what, you did not know— before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, and you swallowed back tears— of relief, of sadness, of panic— as she released you, collapsing to your knees and gasping for air. “Good.” She took the check, slipping it into her pocket before sitting back down. “Leave before I change my mind.”

You pulled yourself to your feet, practically tripping over yourself to cling to Whitney. He glanced down at you, letting you bury your face into his shoulder as he took one last look at your former guardian. Wordlessly, he pulled the two of you out into the hallway, past the children gathered by the door, past the garden and Robin and the stairs and the threshold and finally, with a smile of untempered relief and satisfaction, across the street, into the truck parked there, and away from that miserable town, and as you watched the buildings you had come to know as parts of your home flew past, as you watched people you recognized from school rush into the forest and students— like you, you registered vaguely, desperate for money, for purpose, for anything— lean against street corners, you wondered if this would be any better, if this was more desirable, if this was emancipation or a different, crueler kind of ownership.

You mumbled a goodbye to the bus stop as it passed. Only then did the tears really start.

#degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity #dol x reader #dol whitney #dol #whitney x reader #whitney the bully #bailey the caretaker #tw pregnancy #tw death threats #tw violence #tw gun #tw gun mention #Whitney is a good father agenda #female Bailey #male whitney #gn reader #this is the plot of careless whispers I think #angst #lowkey