#maudlin

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Lately, I keep hearing Jasper’s friends running around whining about “They harassed me!! Maudlin’s fans are harassing us!!” Harassment? Are you fucking serious? Since when is people pointing out the truth and calling out lies considered harassment? If responding to bullshit counts as harassment now, then you clearly don’t know what actual harassment looks like. So let me spell it out for you.

Because guess what, I got actually harassed a long time ago (the start of the drama when jasper asked me in anon, yes. That was him) . Vollie, Julian, and someone named Riley straight-up went after me in their little dead Discord server. And I mean dead. That server is a fucking graveyard. Nobody talks there, it’s basically silent. I barely even touch the place because there’s nothing going on. But suddenly Julian, out of nowhere, pings me. At first, I thought, “Oh, maybe they finally want to have a normal conversation. Maybe they want to do something fun.” Nope. Not even close. Instead, what I got was the same old recycled screenshots Jasper has been shoving around since the start of this drama.

So there I am, staring at my screen, asking myself: “Why the hell am I even being dragged into this? What the fuck did I do?” Did I commit some crime by posting Maudlin some few fanarts? Is that illegal now? Because that’s literally all I did. And yet they decided to spam the same shit again and again, dragging it out like they had nothing better to do with their lives. And don’t think it was just a quick hit, either. No. They dragged that crap on for four. fucking. days. Four days of the same screenshots, the same nonsense, the same dogpile. At some point, it doesn’t even look like defending someone, it just looks pathetic. Do you seriously not have hobbies, friends, anything?

And don’t even get me started on Jasper’s so-called “final post.” Like, really? The dramatics of pretending it’s the last word, when you know damn well you’ll bring it back up again in two weeks. All we did, literally all we did, was respond. That’s how arguments and drama work. You post, we respond, you respond back. But no, suddenly that means we’re the “problematic ones”? Get the fuck out of here. The only ones who keep recycling this drama, dragging it back to the surface, are you and your crew. You’re not doing this for justice or for some righteous cause. You’re doing it for attention. That’s all this is. Attention, clout, whatever scraps of validation you can squeeze out of people. You’re tanking your own reputation just to make others miserable, and it shows.

Here’s the truth: people are tired of you, Jasper. Not just me, not just Maudlin’s supporters, everyone. People are literally telling you and your little gang to shut the fuck up already. But you can’t. You can’t keep your mouth shut for five seconds. Your friends keep running their mouths on Twitter, Tumblr, whatever platform you can crawl onto. You act like you’re the main characters in every single situation, when in reality, you’re just background noise that refuses to go away.

And Jasper… let’s talk about you directly. Didn’t you say you “quit” Tumblr? What happened to that? Where’s that energy? You’re fifteen, not nine. But you keep acting like some attention-starved kid who throws a tantrum every time the spotlight isn’t on them. You’re not some tragic victim being unfairly attacked. You’re just making yourself look like a clown while your little “loyal” friends cheer you on and nod at everything you say.

So here’s my message, plain and simple: tell your friends to leave me the fuck alone. Not just me, but Maudlin and everyone who supports him. Because this? This isn’t “defending yourself” anymore. This is dragging it out, milking it, turning it into a circus. And if you really think otherwise, then I dare you, dig deeper. Stop clinging to Jasper’s first whiny post and pretending that’s the whole story. That’s how you end up blind, following your “idol” like sheep too scared to think for themselves.

And while we’re being honest here, let’s not forget that Julian, one of your close buddies, went so far as to call Maudlin a f—got. Yeah, that word. That’s who you surround yourself with. That’s who’s in your circle. But sure, let’s all point the finger at us and pretend we’re the problem, right?

So listen carefully: if you don’t want to believe me, that’s fine. I don’t care. But don’t push me into a corner, because if I have to, I’ll drop the proof. I’ve got the receipts. Don’t test me.

Also, forgot to add:

Based on a conversation about this essay I wrote and shared the other day.

My friend then told me that he is also guilty of being maudlin, often in public, crying in bars.

I said I don’t drink really, and I don’t need to be drunk to get maudlin.

But after being maudlin, I often have the same regret I do after being drunk. I get the same horrifying clarity, like a vulnerability hangover.