THORNED.

                        —- DESCENDS FROM SHADOWS.

I really wish I didn’t have to do this, but with someone that’s been hounding me and my friends (Ilya — also known as cinderbinding / knifecoded / decayheart ) coming back to tumblr’s RP community, it seems like I have no choice.

He’s gone by multiple names—I don’t know all of them, because I don’t constantly keep tabs on him, but here are the ones I remember: Marlowe, Dakota, Sugar, Vanilla, Birdy, Shark, Peach, Delsin, Yellow, Hori, Azure, Northe, Ash, Will, Blue, and most currently Ilya. In addition, I apologize for any misgendering in the screencaps—this individual changes pronouns frequently and we’re not always keeping tabs on him, so a few of the caps taken were before he changed pronouns or at a time where we just didn’t know what pronouns he used.

Warning: this post will contain mentions of suicide, self harm, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, and very mild NSFW.

he was a cathedral built from the bones of dead birds & desperate measures. he was cold cognac spilling on altars; sacrilegious. he was a messenger of the gods. he was sleepless & he was alone. he was huginn without muginn. thought without memory & madness without mind. 

now, if any of you are against callout culture, please continue scrolling and be on your way. this post is not for you.

listen, i’ve held it back for a while, considering the fact that my blog has consisted of nothing but drama for the past few weeks. and i want to apologize to my followers. you all probably want me to start being ic again, and believe me, i’m going to try. i just want to get this out of the way first.

anyway, regarding tori / maveric / mav, aka blakkrfugl / lastwlsh / yellowgauntlets / venomfanged / and whatever other blogs tori is on, i stopped counting

what’s up, tori? bet you didn’t want to hear from me again. surprise ! now let’s get down to the nitty gritty. you wanna know what this post is for? the fact that you’re stealing. again. as of january 8th, Victoria ( aka @noblehell ) has contacted you in a mature manner and has confronted you about stealing. she didn’t name drop you, she didn’t call you out– she sent you a mildly lengthy message ( in private chat, might i add ) about how she’s not going to stand for theft, especially from you. I’ve read over the message she sent you, multiple times actually, and to be honest, i think she was being quite fair. if anything, I think she was being a little too nice– I would have lost it. in fact, let me include that message here, in case you ignored it before quickly blocking her in a poor attempt to cover this up.

**posting all of these in a row made the post a little too long, so i’m going to link them in order instead. listed here are all parts of the message that vicky had sent to you before you blocked her. (:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 

but do you want to know what i’m fucking mad about? this. ^^ (here’s a better resolution.) 

“they’re just butt hurt pissbabies that don’t realize that this shit doesn’t really matter”

do you want to know why this is bullshit? you claim to ‘work hard’ on your html when it’s really stolen from others– now, how hard do you think these people work? I’ve watched Vicky BUST HER ASS on theme after theme, and now you’re trying to tell me that she’s not supposed to be upset because you’re fucking stealing from her? and considering how hard she works? are you fucking serious right now? 

”this is a hobby - there’s no competition for who’s the best or whatever looks the best”

okay, but consider this: THAT’S NOT WHAT WE’RE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT. we’re not talking about you and your less than satisfactory graphics(and blogs and writing (: ), we’re talking about YOU being a problematic piece of shit causing problems for EVERYBODY who has tried to confront you in a polite manner– which quite frankly, is way more than you currently deserve.

”it’s just letters and numbers on a screen, there’s not copyright to it therefore you do not OWN it”

wow. wow.what’s that sound? oh yeah– the sound of my brain cells slowly dying out after reading that stupid fucking statement. are you kidding me? you took commissions for art, right? using paint tool sai? well, going under the same logic that you’ve just tried to use, you cannot claim that art as your own because you use paint tool sai, which was not made by you. now do you realize exactly how stupid that sounds? THAT’S EXACTLY HOW YOU SOUND.  vicky’s coding is original. yours is not. she takes money for her work, as does everybody else. and you can look here if you want proof that she is, in fact, taking commissions, and charges actual US dollars for her html. now, tori, i want you to picture this: you walk into a store. someone is selling something that catches your eye– a book, perhaps. you waltz by, take a look, and then take the book and “be on your merry little way”. something that someone has worked incredibly hard on, and something that someone has put a price on. i don’t know about you, but that sounds like stealing. and that’s exactly what you did, only this time with coding, being sold by vicky.

“but i understand being proud of something. so just think - when you’re 30; is negativity really what you want to leave behind?”

okay, well, imagine that whole stealing scenario that i just talked about. you can go to jail for stealing, if you’re caught. you get a criminal record. your reputation is ruined. you are no longer deemed trustworthy. that kind of shit stays with you for a long time. do you think i’m joking? here are some sites that explain the consequences of stealing. now, if you think that theft is okay just becase this is a blogging website, you’ve got another thing coming, you grassfed dipshit.

and let’s not forget this, which you decided to make on january 9th. (here’s a better resolution.)

here’s a full comparison of your pagination and vicky’s.

well what do you know? basically the exact same coding. you’ve been using it for three years? honey, i have never seen you use it before. during my earlier times in the rp community and back when i actually trusted you, i followed all of your blogs that i had known about. and not once have i ever seen you use that pagination coding. do you want to know where i saw it first, in that exact same style? ON VICKY’S BLOGS. stop trying to excuse yourself you fucking dip, we can all see that you’re lying. in fact, here are some examples of the pagination i’ve always seen you use since i found your blogs.

“i’m also sorry if i will not answer you because you’re super rude to me and my friends :)))”

oh really now? as far as i can tell, we were pretty damn tolerant with you up until you decided to be a fucking child about this whole issue. you’re 21. not 27, not 30, not whatever age you’re pretending to be. you’re 21 and i have people who can back me up on that claim. you’re 21, and you’re acting like you’re 14. shut the fuck up. i for one, am done being nice to you. i’ve lost any sliver patience (not to mention respect) that i had left. because guess what? YOU’RE STILL A PROBLEMATIC CHILD ! WHAT A CONCEPT ! (:

and regarding your friends—— do you want me to bring up the messages that wes ( ribbondanced / blackbowed ) had sent to me on anon? that she told me she sent after i threatened name dropping her? do you want me to show how your friend tiff ( redcloakcd ) has abused a good friend of mine? a thief, an attacker, and an abuser. no wonder you three got along so well. like vicky said, you don’t fucking deserve civility anymore.

“i don’t need this bullshit that wont matter — some coding that you want to claim stolen isn’t going to change my life - just annoy me — in which case - I’ll just continue to block and ignore you”

we don’t need this bullshit either honey. there’s a simple solution ! stay the fuck away from us. and you’re not really defending yourself. you’re claiming that you haven’t stolen. and i want some proof. but you know what tells us that you really are guilty? the fact that you keep blocking us, instead of trying to work out some sort of solution, or admitting that you’ve done something wrong. instead of owning up to your thievery, you keep running away. you’re being a damn child. so if you want to seem like you’re acting your age, actually confront us about this fucking issue. as soon as it’s resolved, we’ll leave you alone. easy, right? stop fucking vaguing about us. grow up, but on your big girl pants, and act your fucking age.

                       ❝ i know——

the huntress bristles, lips pulled into a frown. she is plagued by her own memories, a dark cloud that whispers it’s shallow negativity into her bones. she shudders, the weight of yang’s action weighing on her like a plague. she meets the eyes of her twin, the other’s sad gaze in a caliber all it’s own, and her heart melts. they’d lost so much—–their mother, their innocence. this used to be fun, a fairytale, but now it’s just pain. she wanted her older sister back ( she wanted everything back ), she wanted her friends to be safe.

why did yang do this ?

                                  ❝ i don’t want to lose her, too.

          “ —— i don’t either. “

     their lives played back like a memory more bittersweet than happy. fun times registered but there was always something missing; too long of a pause, waiting for the sound of her. ( her laughter, her voice, her presence. ) a constant emptiness follows like a persistent cold. for a while it’s gone, but it always comes back full force. ruby doesn’t think they can handle a second void where their elder once stood. she doesn’t want to.

     cheek comes to rest upon palm, elbow propped atop her knee, & there is silence for another moment. hollow, frigid silence.

                      ❝ i doubt it.

on the outside they’re together, but, somehow, they both felt painfully alone. their mother started a fire inside them, a flame with an insatiable thirst for all they loved, an all-consuming heat that was dark enough to shield their vision. they’d always been together, a dynamic duo, but riley could feel her sister trying to connect while she, herself, was attempting to tear herself apart at the seams. it’s a self-destructive macrabe, a dance that ends in fingernails scrapping against her coffin. loneliness is cold, crippling when you’re surrounded by the people you love.

          her lips screw to the side, shoulders pulling up into a halfhearted shrug.

                                 ❝ they think she’s dangerous.                                        not everybody knows her like we do.

there’s a truth that remains unspoken. an inquiry that sits on the tip of her lips. riley knows that ruby must be asking herself the same question, yet they’re both too afraid to ask: