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the-wereraven · 2 years

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Calling out DoomSlayer2406

Okay so I’m not one to make a callout post, BUT! There has been one person who has been borderline stalking me.

Everything will be under the Read More, explanations, evidence, and all that. BUT DON’T PROCEED IF YOU’RE GOING TO WITCH HUNT! Just block and move on yeah?

So some followers here may remember me talking about how someone took my Villain!Croissant design back in early January. It all happened on DeviantArt, when they commented on my first design for Villain!Croissant. They said that it reminded them of a Dead by Daylight killer, whom they want to call Clockwork. And I expressed an interest in the DbD statement.

But then they later uploaded a drawing of DbD fankiller concepts, one which looked exactly like Villain!Croissant’s first design. Then they tell me on my own post that they took her design and made her into a fankiller.

Read the full convo here.

I didn’t know what to say. This person admitted to taking my design, admitted that they knew they should’ve asked, and claimed that they were rushed? I decided to just block them. But that wasn’t the end of it.

I told my sister about this, and she decided to check out this account to see what they could be up to. And she saw that the person made an apology note.

Now, when I heard about this, I had already unblocked them to check if they kept the fankiller post up (they took it down), foolishly not thinking about asking my sister or friends to help me check instead. And DeviantArt doesn’t allow you to block a person again until 48 hours have passed.

And guess what, they noticed, and they DMed me.

Now at this point, I have a feeling that this person’s a kid (not an excuse btw).’ And you guys may be noticing that they’re apologizing still, but I didn’t accept it. Because they were not apologizing for taking my design. They were apologizing for tagging me, which I will talk about next.

When I didn’t reply to their DMs within a few minutes, they come to my profile and comment there instead. And there, they apologized again, but not for the right reason. Furthermore, their apologies for taking my design was lackluster, and as you can see in the screenshots linked, they seemed to be more of an afterthought.

Read the full convo here.

I gave up replying to them there, and finally responded to their DMs. I didn’t cuss, I didn’t insult, I didn’t type everything in caps. I just wanted them to know what they did wrong.

I went to sleep shortly after sending my message. But when I woke up, i found these in my Chat.

Seeing these, I just didn’t want to respond anymore, and waited the full 48 hours without contacting them before blocking them again.

Now, you would’ve thought that was the end of it, right? NO. Absolutely not.

They made another account to bypass my block. And I’ll explain how I knew.

This happened on my second Villain!Croissant design a few days after DoomSlayer. And at first when I saw this person, I thought it was a different person.

View it all here.

But after seeing the edited comment made 3 days ago, as well as the replies to my comment labelled 2 days ago, I started having my suspicions. Having a username with 2 capitals and 4 numbers can be quite common, but it only added on to my suspicion after reading the edited comment. However, I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, and tried to be as polite as possible.

But when I stopped replying to their comment, they went ahead and DMed me, even thought I never actually gave them permission to. And here is how it went.

Their obsession over my Villain!Croissant au was telling. I even sent these to my friend and sister (the friend being someone else whom I have talked to about this) and asked if they think it was DoomSlayer. They both said yes. The name format, their grammer, their interest over my AU. Or in the words of my friend:

Also, notice how I tell them to stop messaging me. Also notice how they said they made a tumblr blog just in case. Well, I received a new follower a few minutes before they sent me that. And this is the blog, @/blitzkriegslayer.

They followed no one but staff, whom you automatically follow, and me.

I was uncomfortable, and blocked them here immediately. This was when I told them to stop messaging me on DeviantArt and blocked them there too. Just yesterday, my sister checked this blog to see if they said anything, and saw that they still only followed staff.

Now look at the profile picture. On the same day I discussed with my sister and friend if this was the same person, my sister went to their DoomSlayer account on DA and saw this.

The profile picture is the same. I know it’s not impossible for different people to have the same profile pic by coincidence, but look at the post. They reuploaded the post, and have changed Clockwork’s design so that she no longer resembled my first Villain!Croissant design, though my friend said it was obvious that something was changed. And they kept the exact same information within the description.

And you might think ‘Well at least they changed their design’, but this is till not the end of it.

I wanted to ignore it, but my sister checked their DeviantArt profile today and saw this.

I laughed. They checked on me. After blocking them twice, they had the nerve to say this? Their little anxious act was gone, their apologies thrown out the window. They said it was just a joke? Really?

My final point is that they were aware that I hated nazis, it’s in my profile description after all. But in their original post, and in their reuploaded post, they stole my design and made it a nazi, knowing about my discomfort and hatred for them. If anything, this journal only added more to my claims, as they referred to the post on their DoomSlayer account. Not only that, but they wanted to call my AU design a costume, with a name that possibly referred to nazis.

But despite all this, I don’t condone witch hunting, doxxing, threatening, or any of the sort. I made this for people to be aware. Stay safe everyone.

#callout #callout post #beware #beware post #i honestly pitied the guy until they did this #haiyai #tw nazi #tw nazis #tw stalking

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When do you reckon Kakashi signed a pact with his summons? [ Since he didn't use said summons during the Kannabi Bridge mission or any of their other missions, I've always wondered o.o ]

|| OOC: This is a good question, albeit a tricky one. I think in my last ask pertaining the summoning contract, I advised that the ninken summoning scroll was a graduation present from Sakumo, Kakashi as an active Genin finally eligible to continue the Hatake Legacy. That was before our carefully configured timeline and even more intricately fashioned Team Flake Headcanons © however. When considering same it would have been impossible for the summoning scroll to have been passed down to Kakashi during or on his graduation date due to the fact that Hatake Sakumo already committed Sepukkū by then—seeing as the Shinigami came for the elder Hatake while Kakashi was still an academy student. As such in order to keep with that which has already been decided (both by us and canon) I’m thinking the following:-

[Headcanon]

As the relationship between the Hatake clan and their Ninken are a long winding one stretching as far back as the Warring States Period. It was custom for a summoner of the clan to introduce any new offspring to the summoned—as they would most likely add their name (and life essence) to the scroll sooner rather than later. Likewise it was just as much of a tradition for any of the Ninken to present any new pups to the clan head (for blessings in the form of many belly rubs). As such Kakashi first met his father’s Ninken when he was a chubby-faced toddler, his grip already strong enough to clasp onto both downy ears of one of the Bassett Hounds' sniffing at his person, before holding on for dear life, tugging the hound closer with a bemused gurgle (much to Sakumo’s chagrin) every instance the hound attempted to escape with a classic backward paddle.

The second time that Kakashi was introduced to the Ninken was met with a little less fanfare, but was every bit as important. His cheeks were still chubby, but unlike last time he was able to stand on his own two feet and words wafting from his lips instead of gurgles and spit-bubbles. Sakumo proceeded to lead the boy into a clearing behind their house, his pale fingers folding into the familiar hand-signs of the ‘Kuchiyose no Jutsu’, before bellows of smoke receded to reveal a large Akita, a Pug and a Whippet. Kakashi peered at the three nin-dogs, recognizing the Akita’s brindle fur, the Pug that 'was more head than body' and the smooth, solid white of the Whippet on first glance. The boy had the habit of trailing after his parent during his rigorous training excursions and often travelled with him on his lower-ranked missions, thus he had seen his father call and interact with the Inu-spirits before. What stood to question was why the man sought to call on them now, especially since his father had finished his training for the day and how both of them were still within the relative safety of the village walls.

Sakumo offered no immediate explanation for his actions and only went on to unravel an obnoxiously large scroll, all while making small talk with the canines as he went. Getting a little impatient and feeling all but ignored (much like that old scroll seemed to be up until this moment, if the age-spots and dust billows were any an indication) Kakashi exhaled a huff, arms crossing against his puffed chest. “Tou-san…What is this…Are we going on a mission?” At the sound of his son’s trademark annoyance, Sakumo halted-mid laugh (Akitas had a sharp sense of humour, what can he say?) before he finally stood, a hand rising to scratch at a stubbly cheek. “…Iie not exactly, ‘kashi-kun. I thought since you will be starting at the Academy next week, it was about time that you get to meet and bond with our pack.” Kakashi bequeathed his parent with an incredulous raise of his eyebrow, bottom lip jutting out against the fabric of his mask for good measure; yet wholly immune to most of his offspring’s facial quirks, the elder continued without pause. “Kakashi-kun, I want you to meet Shima, Pakkun and Haiyai-san. Why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself, hm?” Kakashi finally able to catch his father’s crinkled gaze, continued to stare at the man like he had spontaneously sprouted nine heads and that all nine were equal in the measures of stupid---honestly he could be doing better things with his time, like fishing for fresh water Ayu for dinner. “Hn. I already met them loads of times Tou-san. They know who I am…..are you getting old?”

Ah, woe is the man who fathered an undisciplined, haughty youth! Sakumo’s eye-twitched at the boy’s (severely) untrue observation; the amused yips of his summons all but an added punch to his gut. Respect seemed to be served in smaller doses these days. “I-I’m not old at all! Just…just bear with me; you’re about to sign the Hatake summoning pact, it’s all for the sake of formality, okay?” Kakashi hummed still a little pleased with his earlier jab, but also dubious at the prospect of signing a primordial piece of paper, grey hues altering between the scroll itself, his father and the three observing Ninken. It took nine beats too long, but eventually the boy relented with a sigh “Maa…..I’m…Kakashi….” (the introduction droned as if his father was asking him to haggle for his soul with a Water Country ferry man and not to learn an important life skill. Sakumo was dying. Truly). Shima (undemanding, gentle, blessed) shifted to press her muzzle against the boy’s cheek, the unexpectedly tender motion causing the reluctance to seep from his small shoulders in an instant. Haiyai-san, by the grace of all Kami, seemed equally unruffled by what has come to pass, dipping her head in a gesture of acknowledgement, whilst the little Pug (Could it really be considered an actual dog, Tou-san? He’s so small.) Merrily gruffed out in a voice six baritones too deep. “Well I can tell you I’m not some cross-country rabbit…Pleased to meet you, pup.”

The hours that followed saw Kakashi sign his name to the scroll (praised be. Finally. ) right next to that of his father’s, while the man in question went on a tangent about how the scroll was a gift to their clan from the Kuebiko Kami and that Kakashi must take great care of it. Sakumo’s discourse included the uses of Ninken and how to take proper care of them, before he had Kakashi practice the procession of seals. As soon as the Jōnin detected the faintest undulation within the boy’s chakra however, the man’s palms swathed the smaller digits still clasped around the Ram seal, effectively halting any further progress. “Not yet Kakashi….” His smile was patient, dragging yet another ridiculous pout and irate breath from the younger. “We still need to work on those reserves of yours, neh. You’ve signed the contract in blood, in the presence of the Clan Head and three alpha summons, the agreement has been concluded, for now that is enough.”

Time passed, as it so often does and Kakashi worked diligently on trying to hone both his control and stores of chakra. He would be taking the graduation exam soon (Midori-sensei confirmed as much) thus Kakashi was making his way back as fast as his feet could carry him in order to share the news with his father (he would definitely be home, Kakashi lamented as the man hasn’t been going out much. At least, not since his abrupt return from Wind Country). The last few months have seen Hatake Sakumo hunkered down in his study; sometimes pacing, always thinking, but Kakashi was sure (hoping more like) that the good news would bring a pleased smile to his father’s face. His parent has always been a firm believer that honest, hard work should be rewarded and Kakashi would like to meet a shinobi that’s been training harder than him over the past year. Instead of smiling like the young Hatake hoped, his tou-san did the exact opposite, wane features morphing into a prompt frown, while a hand rubbed and pressed at his temples—most likely warding off an on-coming headache. “Where is the summoning scroll, Kakashi? Bring it here; did you sign it like I told you to?” The boy hesitated at the study threshold, his father not having mentioned the scroll or any of the Ninken since his self-imposed, house arrest. Furthermore, Kakashi doubted that reminding his father of the fact that ‘yes, he has indeed signed the scroll—a full 365 days back!’ would be counter-productive and akin to asking for a fight, especially since he seemed to have caught the Jōnin on one of his ‘bad days’. As such Kakashi held his tongue and quickly proceeded to his father’s room to retrieve the scroll from the chest in which it was hidden and sealed.

Sakumo slowly heaved to his feet as soon as his son’s silver tuffs came back into view, leading them once more to the clearing at back of the house. In the light of the setting sun the elder didn’t just look tired, he looked benumbed; his eyes deep set and devoid of their usual mirth. Still the man took a seat on the weathered engawa, feet tucked underneath him as he mentioned for Kakashi to continue. Kakashi to his credit (and deep-rooted eagerness to please. How the tables have turned on the buckets of patience front!) unravelled the covenant, taking a moment to peer down at his name and bloody prints (which was definitely still there, see!) before he started on the motions for the different hand-seals, all five signets still engraved within the folds of his memory. The boy continued to practiced the secession until the wind started to pick up and brought with it the scent of turmeric and the eager chirp of crickets. “Kakashi, gradually start to channel your chakra.” Kakashi startled at the man’s voice, Sakumo having been in a state of silence ever since they inched into the outdoors, afore he recovered long enough to do as instructed; a palm coming down to press against half of the aged parchment and half on the damp clumps of grass, while he funnelled a burst of chakra. “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!” He felt the drain on his reserves, felt the way his muscles spasmed and contracted, yet as the puffs of smoke and dust cleared, there wasn’t a wagging tail in sight.

It should have worked. Why didn’t it work? He did everything right, didn’t he? Chancing a tentative glance back at the engawa, Kakashi noted that Sakumo’s stare was fixed on the paint-peeled fence separating the Hatake grounds from the road leading into Training Ground Five, expression bare and seeing through the boy sagged against the dirt. “…More chakra, Kakashi. Try again.” The child shifted to his knees at his father’s halted coaching, fingers already coiling back into the desired seals. It was pitch black by the time Kakashi pitched forward, hair meshed against his cheeks and forehead in sticky tendrils. His body was quivering as he struggled to suck the crisp evening air into his lungs, a feat which proved immensely difficult with his face pressed firmly into the earth. Taking the last ounce of strength he had, the Hatake rolled his head so his cheek was pressed into the soil and grass instead; teary, burning hues flittering to the engawa to note that his father had long since left his perch in the hours it took for Kakashi to exhaust his chakra.

The man failed to light the Tōrō Lanterns as he normally did, the forgetful action casting the house and surrounding terrain into a deep, ominous shadow. Kakashi’s breath shuddered, goose-bumps dotting his flesh, yet he was incapable of dragging his arms up and under himself. There was movement to his left, signalled by the snap of a twig and the crunch of leaves underfoot, until Kakashi’s drenched brow crumpled at the touch of a wet, warm snout against his neck. “Hn…I’d ask what it was that you were thinking, but clearly you weren’t using your brain at all.” The muzzle was removed and an unimpressed dead-pan came into view, causing Kakashi to whimper at those black, beady hues. If he had more energy to spare, the Hatake would have been aggravated that it took the better part of his afternoon (and most of his stupid, flimsy chakra) to summon the one who was ‘all head and no body’—scarcely a dog at all. Pakkun continued in a circle about him, every once in a while gruffing about over-achieving brats and head-butting his sore, slumped form. “Where is your father, Pup? You’re cold. We need to get you inside and I could do with a bowl of those egg biscuits (the seeing as I was called here for no apparent reason but to babysit left unsaid). Kakashi’s only response was another raspy grunt and the twitch of his thumb—half-lidded hues never leaving the fawn, little body. He idly noted that from this angle, the wrinkled-face and under-bite was kind of cute. Maybe more than kind of…it was safe to admit the Pug’s paws seemed squishy too. Pakkun was speaking again, but Kakashi finally felt his eyes droop, strength wholly leeched from his pores.

Though Pakkun stayed with Kakashi for the remainder of the night and even followed the boy up to the academy gates the next morning, Kakashi didn’t end up summoning him or attempted to summon any other pack member for a long time thereafter. Kakashi doubted that he would even be able to perform the Jutsu successfully, since the only words spoken between him and the (kind of cute) pug with the too-deep voice; was when he informed his summoner that he took the least amount of chakra to breach dimensions. Kakashi had his mind on preparing for his graduation examination, avoiding that weird kid in green spandex and worrying over his father’s constant recession to actively ponder over the workings of the infuriating Summoning Jutsu. And when Hatake Sakumo did end up being swallowed by the depressed layers of himself (the horrible, horrible traitor-did Kakashi mean nothing to him at all?) Kakashi didn’t even think to summon one of the pack to attend the meagre funeral. He didn’t think they would care enough to breach the distance as they didn’t bother to intervene in the first place. His father was always going on and on about the bond between summoner and summons, if that was the case then clearly they should have /known/ how bad the man was doing, should have felt it through the proverbial tether. Kami forbid, Pakkun was privy to it with his own beady eyes that night he had to drag the man outside to tend to his chakra-depleted offspring. Still, none of the pack showed up to help and now Kakashi was alone, the pack aesthetic was a dirty lie.

Kakashi knew deep down that he shouldn’t blame the Ninken, that they just like him, were helpless to the situation as Sakumo didn’t accept or want their help. They all failed him in their own way and in the end, the man failed himself. Yet, they were his last living link to the elder Hatake and it was so much easier to cling to hate and anger, than to drown helplessly in his sorrow and loneliness. As such the boy convinced himself that Sakumo was to blame, that the Ninken was to blame and that he didn’t need either of them to move forward. He would go on to be better…to do things differently, to adhere to the shinobi rules as opposed to the rules of the clan. The clan was no more in any event, its ancient traditions and practices defunct as it couldn’t exist with just one person. Thus when the first opportunity presented itself, the young Hakate sealed up all of their (his) possessions for storage, including the Kuebiko no Kami’s summoning scroll to move out and away from the ghosts of the Hatake Compound. He got a Genin Team and a Jōnin-sensei a few days earlier and would surely be leaving the village on an official mission soon. Once Kakashi could earn his own money, he could save up for an apartment, exempt from the smell of blood, guilt and memories. At least that was the plan.

The sole Hatake should have known better than to wish or look forward to such simple things however, should have known that someone like him would never be able to escape the smell of blood or be free of guilt. His lifeblood was on Kakashi’s clothes and on his skin; he could see it every time he closed his weary lids and he could smell it still, the many sticks of incense he burned within his one-bedroom abode, naught but a cloudy screen for his failure and ineptitude. The sickly waft made him itch and cough and teary-eyed, a headache blooming anew behind his gifted Gekkei Genkai. Outside the clouds gathered, thick and heavy, as if the spirits themselves were mourning the loss of their comrade. Rin would be there any minute, would knock on his door with a somewhat lost (yet eternally benign smile in place) making Kakashi feel like even more of a fraud. He didn’t deserve her kindness; not after what he almost did to her or failed to do for her best friend. The doubts and self-defacement swirled and churned within him, until he couldn’t swallow it back anymore and before he fully grasped what he was doing his trembling digits were already bent into the Ram seal.

Pakkun was there at the first lurch of his chakra; the tiny pug silent and unmoving as Kakashi tried (and failed) to pull himself together. Like Rin he couldn’t really face the Inu-spirit, couldn’t really find or grasp onto the right words after months, years, have come to pass. The Pug didn’t seem in want of a properly worded apology however, fawn-coloured paws moving forward at the first echo of a badly-repressed hiccup, before his wrinkled face quickly pressed against the boy’s bent knees. Kakashi’s finger-pads pulled free from the tatami weave they were anchored to in order to latch about the ninken’s frame instead, promptly pulling the pug onto his lap and against his body proper. It must have been a terrible experience for the summon whom suddenly found himself caught in an emotional death-grip, fur soon matted with a sticky mixture of phlegm and tears. Even so Pakkun never wriggled or barked out his displeasure, only curled himself further into the boy’s juddering midriff. “They’re dead.” Kakashi eventually whispered, his window wet and dotted with drops of rain.

Immediately thinking of the former clan head and the boy Pakkun never got to meet, the spirit’s tone resounded sincere, despite him being helplessly out of his element. “I know…I’m sorry, Pup.” Hitherto, Kakashi wouldn’t accept his condolences, his stuttered whispers continuing to seep into the dog’s fur like he never even heard him at all. “I could have saved them…both of them, if I tried.” Pakkun shifted at this, intent on making some serious eye-contact to get his words of wisdom across. He never was any good with kids, but he at least knew that none of what happened was Kakashi's fault, he needed to make sure the boy knew this as well. It was all just terrible circumstance. “Iie, that’s not true and you know it…Thinking about ‘what if’s’ won’t bring them back either, it will just be like chasing a squirrel up a pine tree—nothing will come of it but regret.” He doesn’t know if the boy heard or took his words to heart, but at least the water-works stopped, replaced by a sceptic frown while pale digits started to rub at an ear almost absently. “I have to go soon…” Avoidance of the Pug’s assurances it was then, a classic Hatake move. “Hn…Then I’ll go with you…’’.

A hollow laugh, or perhaps a cough? Even this close it was hard to say. “To a Memorial? I don’t have any egg biscuits to give you this time…’’ The pug snorted, yet leaned into the lazy stokes all the same (subtly inching his head this way and that so the boy could scratch at all the good spots). “…Then I’ll still come…if only to escape the heady suffuse of Potpourri, seriously Kakashi your den smells like a Blossom Country gift stall, are you trying to call on a hornet swarm?” A pause before Kakashi blanched, shoving the summons right from his lap, albeit with infinitely more care than he usually would have while being called out. “Shut up. I was trying to—I thought it would…I don’t know what you’re talking about, okay? Let’s just go, Rin shouldn’t have to walk all the way here in this weather…We’ll meet her half-way.” Instead of meeting the Kunoichi half-way down the road, the two of them ended up waiting for her outside of her family home. Kakashi still felt a torrent of shame at the first glimpse of her red orbs and nose, though it was more bearable with the surprised (almost happy) hitch of breath at the presence of Pakkun (the smug aura surrounding his summons at all of the rubs and pats he was receiving just a small bonus). He could do this, he thought as the three of them meandered in the direction of the Memorial Stone, pressed tightly together under Rin’s purple umbrella. He just had to endure a little longer, try a little harder. He might not be able to turn back the time, to escape all of his guilt, but perhaps with Pakkun and the others, he could focus on what was ahead instead, whilst trying to keep an important promise that he made.

[End Note]

So I hope this answers your ask, Flake-sensei. This was the best scenario I could come up with keeping in mind our timeline in conjunction with our headcanons. To recap- Kakashi must have signed the contract while his father was still alive, since his father as the clan head and had to go through the workings with him. Kakashi might not have summoned the Ninken during Team Flake’s missions or the Kannabi bridge incident, but Kakashi did have his full pack (with the exception of the cute Akino which was a later addition) at the time of Rin being kidnapped by Hidden Mist to be Jinchūriki-fied. Kakashi ordered them to split up and track her in both the anime and manga and then the pack was seen attempting to lure the Hunter-nin away, so that both Kakashi and Rin could escape. Keeping that in mind it was clear that Kakashi did have the whole pack at his disposal at quite a young age, inciting the idea that he was just remiss/hesitant to use them-- or that their relationship wasn’t as dear/familiar like what we see with the older Kakashi. Chibi-Kakashi was good with the blame game, so this just made sense. It would be the same for the Survivor’s AU (though I reckon Sensei already met a Pack member or two courtesy of Sakumo) of course. As for Icarus AU I reckon the team will finally meet the Pack and bond in a fluffy fashion right after Kannabi when Kakashi-noodle grows a personality and introduces them. Also can I just say—Pakkun ♥

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