idk if i wrote about this w enough sensitivity, misunderstood anything or missed things going on. i apologize if so. i struggle with clarity, so sorry for any mess
i knew about some of the grooming but i had no idea it was this many kids, this severe, or ongoing this long. what the fuck. mĆ rchy is 25~ rn for fucks sake. what the fuck
i didnt talk abt mĆ rch bc 1 they were already gone by the time i found out 2 not my place to talk abt it (victim could get harassed) and 3 i figured ppl would speculate and harass anyone that knew them. and guess what happened š«
as usual, harassment, bullying, and hate campaigns are fucking gross. dont do that. its hurtful, not productive and just drags more people to side against you anyways. this isnt a cute little disclaimer for appearances, i fucking mean it
give nĆ rt and suvĆ both some benefit of a doubt of if they knew about mĆ rchy. with things like grooming and other abuse, abusers are often very good at keeping it under wraps
if they havent already, suvĆ should publicly apologize for the raĆnn joke (unacceptable, thats about real victims ffs) and dismissal of testimonies (or poor choice of words? i may be missing some context on that)
but the posting about the two of them is going too far. speculation should be private, this is a serious crime to voice suspicion of and the talk is close to defamation. there has already been harassment bc of it! leave this to the authorities to investigate
the way some of the bloggers involved (that is, not the victims) are acting is bordering on antĆshipping (pro legal censorship of fiction, pro bullying, harassment, immature/catty behavior instead of blocking people arguing with them ect). im glad the victims are speaking out, but it feels like they are partly being used to justify those bloggers behavior as a whole, outside of the mĆ rchy situation. but the victims trust them, so maybe im being overly cautious?
again, dont harass or mess with them. antĆshipping or not, its not worth your time. we dont need more mess. if you dont like how they behave then block, dont engage, youll make it worse
mepo is right. while i have a lot to say on the calling out, proshĆp/neutral vs antĆship/proshĆp-negative situation, its overtaking the fact that there was a real abuser that hurt real kids for years and years, the whole time they were in the community
i hope the victims can get good lawyers (depending of the specialty, they will work for free or free until they win damages. idk much beyond that) report what happened to the authorities, and press charges to the fullest extent of the law. i hope that mĆ rchy never gets the chance to harm another person ever again. i hope the victims can get the therapy they need
and i hope the assholes allegedly shit talking the victims get some damn sense in their heads, apologize and stop making it about themselves for fucks sake
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Ya know, the fact I keep wondering what I did wrong when the man used to get drunk and hit me and... Do other things to me... is... A lot. I could've been perfect and it wouldn't have warranted what happened. Cause it was bad. I go from angry to relieved to sad so fast. but I don't miss him. 5 years and I don't miss him at all. I just feel sad at how much I adored him and was kind and took care of him just for him to isolate me, abuse me, put me down, and waste my time. Then steal my cats and leave me with all of his shit to throw away and a paid for wedding venue and dress. The dress, thankfully, just had the deposit down. So my mom gave me the rest of the money for my legal fund to get my cats back. I tried to report Briar missing since she has a microchip in my name but idk where he's at. Houston possibly but that's a very big place. I actually reported them both stolen the day of so it would be on file for my case. I wish I had it in me to draw or do something to raise more money to fight for them. because he can't take care of them the way they deserve and they were doing so great in my house after we moved. I get beyond devastated thinking about how confused they must be. And when the one he separated them from, Tulip, starts looking for them I get so sad. She doesn't understand and I don't either. And I can't even expose him or yell at him or anything he deserves because I have to get them back, and that means being civil. Because if I could I'd message all of his family and say, "before you throw a pity party for him, ask him about his first wife (Name of Her), that he didn't tell you about." I have apologies I need to make to friends I lost because of him but I don't even know where to start. I don't know where to begin to let them know they were right and I was stupid and naive and that he suckered me for 5 years... I wish I could tell him that, when he finally got to spend time with them, my family hated him and how he talked to me so much they stalled out on the wedding planning because they were worried and didn't know how to tell me. Because he was so insecure. So I wish I could tell him how cringe all of his stupid hobby hopping interests were, literal woman repellent (and, towards the end, going down the alt right pipeline. And as anyone can tell from this blog. I wasn't about all that). And how he's actually not as smart or talented as he wanted every to think he was (not even close). I wish I could tell him that everyone thinks he's a wannabe poser and an alcoholic dickhead. And that they're right. and that I'm not devastated and falling apart. But maybe me telling him to get the fuck out of my house was enough to get that across. Maybe my anger and the legal notice was enough. Maybe when I get to look at him as I take my cats back I can say, "You're a vile creep that hits and molests women when you're drunk, and sometimes when you're sober. Your liver is already fucked, that's why you bleed when you puke so you're not gonna last long even if you do manage to avoid a domestic violence, DUI, or indecent exposure charge. And you're not smart, never were. No matter what you do, those things are true. And I'm beyond grateful that I'll never have to look at your miserable face ever again." I know I probably won't get to say those things. But I am gonna do everything I can to get Briar and Sprout back. They are mine. And I will rescue them from this dangerous man that has kidnapped them. I have to.
Hi all here's another random post with my art this one is MHA oc. I have a few friends who really wanted me to get into the show with them but unfortunately I couldn't enjoy it as much as they did. But I made an OC for it anyways for the purposes of role play. My friends seem to like her and I thought I would just share some of her here.
Name: Primrose Gates (Anti- hero)
Spices/race: human, black
Abilities: Drawing Creation/ manipulation, Pyrokinesis. Hair at the nape of her neck is also capable of igniting into flames. Can control flames like an extension of one's own body, down to even the temperature in the air around the body.
Tools: Specialized ink made from her own blood that can be used as a starter fuel to set anything on fire. Uses a collapsible disk to hover around using thermal heat manipulation. Disk double as a hair accessory.
Age: 23
Birthday: August 8th
Sign: ā leo
Gender: female
Sexually: ?
Pronouns: she/ her
Warning this character is very adult in nature, with themes of: alcoholism, abuse, dark story telling, childhood trauma, kidnapping, fire, strong language, profanity.
If any of those topics are upset or you find yourself sensitive to such subjects please roll on by this post. I'm sure I'll have more light hearted posts eventually.
He frowned as her name flashed across the screen for the fifth time that day. With a heavy sigh, he finally picked up.
"What do you want?" His voice was clipped, irritated.
"Dude! Where are you!?" Her voice burst through the phone, barely cutting through the chaotic noise behind herāscreaming, music, the unmistakable energy of a packed club.
His entire body tensed at the sound. "Are you at a club?" His tone was sharp but controlled, though she always managed to draw out something darker in him. A possessive streak. His jaw clenched at the thought of her dancing with someone else.
"I'm at The Cube! I thought you said youād be here?" she shouted, but her voice faltered as someone grabbed her attention. "Hold onāI'm trying to see if Keigo is coming! Hey! You hear me? This place is wild! You should come. Please?"
His grip tightened around the phone. The Cube. He knew exactly what kind of place that wasāa breeding ground for drunken mistakes, sweaty bodies, and bad decisions. His chest constricted at the idea of her being there, alone.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.
"Awesome! See you soon!" she said cheerfully before hanging up.
His jaw tightened even more. "Twenty minutes until she probably gets drunk and lets some random guy put his hands on her." He muttered under his breath, yanking on a hoodie and grabbing his keys. "Shouldāve stopped her from going in the first place."
He sped through the streets recklessly, closing the distance between himself and the club. But in the time it took him to get there, The Cube descended into chaos.
A fire broke out.
Screams pierced the night.
Flames engulfed the main stage as panicked partygoers shoved past one another, desperate to escape.
He saw the thick smoke before he even reached the entrance. His stomach dropped.
"Shitā"
He slammed on the brakes, barely throwing his car into park before sprinting toward the burning building.
People rushed out, coughing, covered in soot, eyes wide with terror.
He pushed through them.
"Hey! You canāt go in there!" a firefighter shouted, blocking his path.
"My girlfriend is in there!" he snapped, his pulse hammering in his ears. He tried to shove past, but the firefighter grabbed his arm.
"Let me the fuck in or Iāll kill you!" he snarled, raw desperation breaking through his normally controlled exterior.
Before they could stop him, he ran inside.
The heat was suffocating. Flames licked at the walls, smoke thick and blinding. In the distance, something collapsed with a deafening crash.
"FUCK!" he yelled, shielding his face with his arm as he stumbled through the burning wreckage.
His lungs burned. His head pounded.
"ROSE!"
No response.
The roof groaned above him, and before he could react, a chunk of concrete came crashing down, slamming into his back.
Pain exploded through his body.
He gritted his teeth, trying to push himself up, but another piece fell, crushing his legs. He screamed in agony.
The fire was getting closer.
His vision swam, black spots creeping in at the edges.
Thenāfootsteps.
Through the haze, a figure emerged, dressed in dark clothing, a gas mask obscuring their face.
Hope surged in his chest. A firefighter? A rescuer?
He reached out weakly. "Pleaseā¦ My girlfriendāfind herā"
Another explosion ripped through the club.
His body went limp.
Darkness consumed him.
A few days later.
A dimly lit room. A small television hummed in the background, flickering with news footage of the club fire. He watched through hazy vision, his body too weak to move.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp beep from the machines around him warned against it.
Pain lanced through his body.
"Fuckā¦" he exhaled weakly. His thoughts felt sluggish, his limbs like lead.
Where was she?
A soft hand pressed him back against the bed.
"Hey nowā¦ none of that."
A cool liquid entered his IV. His vision blurred further.
The last thing he heard was quiet, almost musical laughter before the darkness swallowed him again.
He woke with a start.
Cold sweat clung to his skin. The room was dark. Too dark.
The steady beep of a heart monitor filled the silence.
Thisā¦ wasnāt a hospital.
His breath quickened as he tugged at his arms, only to feel the cold bite of leather restraints.
"What the fuck?"
A soft giggle echoed from the corner of the room.
"Shhhā¦ youāre gonna strain yourself."
His blood ran cold. He knew that voice.
"Who's there?" His voice was hoarse, weak.
Footsteps. Then, she stepped into view, hands tucked behind her back.
A sweet smile played on her lips, but there was somethingā¦ off.
"Aw, did you hit your head in the fire?" She tilted her head. "Guess I donāt have to do the brainwashing after all. Shame. I was looking forward to watching your mind break."
His pulse skyrocketed.
"Roseā¦ what the fuck is going on?" He jerked at the restraints. "Why am I tied up?"
She sighed dramatically. "Isnāt this what you wanted, my darling? Us. Alone. Forever."
Her smile faded, her expression darkening.
"Then againā¦" she murmured, eyes narrowing. "I suppose youād rather have me in the bed instead, huh?"
His throat went dry.
"Roseā¦ please. Let me go."
From behind her back, she revealed a syringe.
"Funny." She twirled it between her fingers. "Because if Iām joking, why did I find this in your car? If the club hadnāt caught fireā¦ werenāt you planning to kidnap me this weekend?"
His stomach dropped.
"Thatās notāThatās not what it looks like!" he stammered, eyes locked on the needle. "Rose, pleaseā¦ believe me."
She squirted the liquid onto his face, grinning. "Shut up. Youāre ugly when you lie."
He jerked back, pure rage flaring in his chest. "Fuck you! You donāt know what youāre talking about! Untie me! Now!"
She ignored him, humming softly as she adjusted the IV.
"Oh, stop fussing. Itās just plasma, electrolytes, a little something to keep you alive." She tossed the empty syringe into a metal tray with a clatter. "Youāre so ungrateful."
He exhaled sharply, voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.
"Rose."
She dragged a chair to the foot of the bed, forcing him to crane his neck awkwardly to see her.
"You know," she mused, "I thought youād catch on sooner. But youāre just a little too slow, Keigo."
His jaw tightened. "Catch on to what?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, donāt play dumb. Itās getting boring." She smirked. "Your possessive nature. Knowing my every move, my schedule, my friends, my family."
He held her gaze, his expression unreadable. "I protected you, Rose."
She scoffed. "Protected me? Well, arenāt you a gentleman."
She stood, stretching lazily before heading toward the door.
"Guess you can call that bed your wedding bed, then."
His eyes darkened at her words.
"Rose." His voice was a low growl. "Come here."
She didnāt even glance back as she stepped through the heavy metal door.
It slammed shut.
He was alone.
And this time, there was no escape.
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āAnd that, my friend, is why sticking your dick in crazy will always come back to screw youāno matter how much you think you can out-crazy them.ā The anti-hero knocked back another shot like it was her sworn duty.
The guy next to her sat there, pale as a ghost. āIāI just wanted to know how your parents met.ā
She blinked at him, swaying slightly. āYeah? And I told ya.ā
We don't deserve anything good. We don't do enough and our trauma isn't that bad. We're overthinking it and remembering things that are incorrect. That's all. We deserve punishment and people hating us. I hate us too.
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