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Prior to posting her series, @/haeonniie reached out to me asking how I made my LCA graphics. As someone who enjoys supporting other writers, I shared that information freely, I had no reason not to. She later showed me her graphics. They were quite similar to LCA style, but at the time I didn't think too much of it since I assumed the overall series would still be different.

However, when she eventually posted the series, I noticed that the structural framework of the series was also very similar to LCA. Because of that, I privately asked her whether she could acknowledge that LCA was an inspiration. She replied saying that she used ChatGPT and asked it what type of structure would work for a web design, and that she just followed what it generated for both the graphics and structure (as previously mentioned in pt.1)

Lights, Camera, Action! was posted in October 2025. By The Hour was posted a few months later in January 2026, after she had already seen and studied my work. The similarities go beyond coincidence, but I haven't included every comparison below, you're welcome to take a look at both series yourself.

However, this didn't stop at By The Hour. Before she posted her collab series, she again reached out asking if she could credit me, stating the layout was coincidentally similar to By The Hour.

As shown above, I agreed at first, but after reflecting, I realised I wasn't comfortable with any reuse of my layouts at all, and communicated that. Her response was that both the By The Hour and GirlNextDoor Post Office (the collab) layouts were entirely her own. Which raises an obvious question, if the layouts were fully original, why was credit to me necessary in the first place? If By The Hour's layout was entirely her own as she claims, then crediting me for the collab series (which she said resembled By The Hour) still traces back to LCA regardless.

My mutual @taestulipss also noticed that haeon's previous theme bore a striking resemblance to hers. Prior to changing her theme, haeon had liked both rosy's pinned post and her masterlist, suggesting she had seen the theme before adopting a similar concept herself. Rosy has a bakery/patisserie themed blog, and haeon's previous theme followed the same concept, a food-based boutique with a similar branding style and comparable layout structure. Rosy was uncomfortable with the similarities, but didn't want to claim sole ownership over a bakery theme, so after a few days, she simply welcomed her instead. Given everything else in this post thus far, it's hard to ignore as part of a wider pattern.

Additionally, haeon's carrd was noted to be using the same premade template as rosy's, which was a free but relatively obscure layout that isn't easily found. While neither of them owns the template itself, the pattern of mirroring rosy's specific choices is hard to ignore in this context.

Lastly, another mutual @gentiliana noticed that haeon posted #TEDDIEZ, which was stated to be 'inspired' by her Taesan smau (#BLACKKATZ) without asking for permission beforehand. According to her, the two fics are highly similar.

While credit was given publicly in the author's note, taking significant inspiration from someone's work without asking first isn't okay, especially when the similarities run deep.

I want to be clear that this post was not made to ruin anyone or send hate her way. If you've read this far, I hope you understand why we felt the need to speak up. The creative spaces we've built here matter, and the work we put into our writing, layouts and blogs is what we're all proud of and hold dearly to us. All we ask is that those things are respected!

Thank you for reading!

User @/haeonniie posted a fic recently that contained a line that was unmistakably ai, and an anon rightfully called it out ( see it here ) :

The first thought that came to my head was: why would they do that? Yes, to test if people would read their fics, but why be known for ai usage if you agree that it’s harmful? This was the first red flag for me and my friend @taestulipss, (who has been a major help in this situation!!).

We both start off by sending an anon, very politely asking for the screenshots they offered. We were met with no reply, even though they were replying to other anons actively!

Rosy and I accepted we were going to be ignored, so instead we resorted to reblogging her post and asking her for the screenshot publicly, only hoping our suspicions would be squashed. We were still ignored.

Then their response came out, and it only made our eyebrows raise more.

You can absolutely get time stamps on instagram without having to scroll up to the beginning of a conversation, since there is a feature where you can swipe to the side and it displays the time a message was sent.

That alone makes their post seem off right off the bat. The screenshot they provided doesn’t seem authentic either, the conversation feels forced almost.

The conversation is abrupt, and that’s not something you come up with on the spot either. If you both brainstormed this previously, why not provide that screenshot instead? 

We decided to leave the issue alone, albeit being suspicious still. They had proof and a well written apology, but then we were sent screenshots from @coriihanniee that makes their whole post seem like a complete lie.

They outright stated they’ve used ai before to format a post, REALLY WEIRD! If you need to use ai to frame a masterlist what’s to say you don’t utilize it for your other content such as the fic itself too? With everything adding up, it doesn’t look good for their case.

This is only a suspicion, but it’s starting to seem like the truth every time something new comes out. Please be aware of the dangers of ai and educate yourself before engaging with it. It’s destroying our environment, taking jobs and crushing creative motivation for artists and writers alike.

I’m going to stress again that this call out post is in no way to send hate or negativity towards the author, nobody should be sending death threats AT ALL, that is completely unacceptable. This post is for awareness and that’s it.

If you guys have anything you want to add or talk about feel free to send me an ask or message me privately. I don’t expect hate for this post but I encourage everyone reading to have an open mind and understand my point.

User @/haeonniie posted a fic recently that contained a line that was unmistakably ai, and an anon rightfully called it out ( see it here ) :

The first thought that came to my head was: why would they do that? Yes, to test if people would read their fics, but why be known for ai usage if you agree that it’s harmful? This was the first red flag for me and my friend @taestulipss, (who has been a major help in this situation!!).

We both start off by sending an anon, very politely asking for the screenshots they offered. We were met with no reply, even though they were replying to other anons actively!

Rosy and I accepted we were going to be ignored, so instead we resorted to reblogging her post and asking her for the screenshot publicly, only hoping our suspicions would be squashed. We were still ignored.

Then their response came out, and it only made our eyebrows raise more.

You can absolutely get time stamps on instagram without having to scroll up to the beginning of a conversation, since there is a feature where you can swipe to the side and it displays the time a message was sent.

That alone makes their post seem off right off the bat. The screenshot they provided doesn’t seem authentic either, the conversation feels forced almost.

The conversation is abrupt, and that’s not something you come up with on the spot either. If you both brainstormed this previously, why not provide that screenshot instead? 

We decided to leave the issue alone, albeit being suspicious still. They had proof and a well written apology, but then we were sent screenshots from @coriihanniee that makes their whole post seem like a complete lie.

They outright stated they’ve used ai before to format a post, REALLY WEIRD! If you need to use ai to frame a masterlist what’s to say you don’t utilize it for your other content such as the fic itself too? With everything adding up, it doesn’t look good for their case.

This is only a suspicion, but it’s starting to seem like the truth every time something new comes out. Please be aware of the dangers of ai and educate yourself before engaging with it. It’s destroying our environment, taking jobs and crushing creative motivation for artists and writers alike.

I’m going to stress again that this call out post is in no way to send hate or negativity towards the author, nobody should be sending death threats AT ALL, that is completely unacceptable. This post is for awareness and that’s it.

If you guys have anything you want to add or talk about feel free to send me an ask or message me privately. I don’t expect hate for this post but I encourage everyone reading to have an open mind and understand my point.

The night Angel touches you accidentally for the first time was a calm, cold night. Snow had started to fall in Tokyo earlier in the day, the wind driving flakes against your windows as you moved about your kitchen making dinner.

Angel was lounging on his stomach across the couch with his eyes closed, breathing soft as his wings hung lax and comfortable like a blanket over him.

You and Aki had only been dating a few weeks when he had asked you for a favor. Aki's apartment was cramped enough as it was, a big reason he had be staying with you on and off, and Angel needed a place to crash for just a little while. Your spare room offered an opportunity of safety thats Aki's apartment couldn't. At your place, at least, he wouldn't roll over and kill someone in his sleep.

You happily agreed, not minding a roommate for awhile and you had met Angel a time or two before when you had stopped by Aki's. He seemed sweet, quiet and like to keep to himself for the most part.

That had been two weeks ago and the arrangement had worked well.

"Angel, dinners ready" you said, getting plates down from the cabinet. You glanced over at him across the room over the island, his body unmoving. "Angel, Dinner is ready!" You said a little louder. Still no movement.

You went over, grabbing a wooden spoon on your way to poke him with.

"Hey" you said, jabbing his side until he made an almost whining sound, "dinner is ready".

He shuffled up with a soft "okay", yawning and stretching before following you.

The incident happened when he passed you to make water. His wing had nearly knocked a bowl over and you had both moved instinctually ro grab it. Your hands grabbed each others and when you realized what happened you had recoiled, the bowl dropping and breaking anyway.

"Oh shit" you whispered, looking at Angel who's eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed, "was that bad?".

He was quiet for a moment, staring at you with gold eyes full of questions.

"I didnt... feel anything" he whispered, so faint you almost didn't hear him.

You gave him a questioning look, "what do you me-"

"Your lifespan stayed the same" he said almost breathlessly, "let me try again".

You recoiled again, taking a step back.

"No way what if that was just a fluke?"

"And what if it wasn't?" He countered, his wings fluffing in excitement. You closed your eyes and braced yourself as he reached out, taking your hand in his.

You waited, for what you weren't sure but your heart was pounding. You cracked your eyes open to look at him, he hadn't pulled away. You felt his hand skim slowly up your arm, all the way to your shoulder, down your side.

"I can touch you" he murmured, his fingers warm and shaking as he caressed your hip.

It was as if he didn't know what to do, how to contain himself. His hands were everywhere in a frenzy, not squeezing or gripping but touching, gliding in reverence as his breathing turned ragged.

Before you knew it you were enveloped, his wings covering your body as he practically tackled you to the floor.

"This- This has to be a dream," He said, his voice breathy and barely there as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Have you ever been able to touch anyone?" You asked.

"Never. Not skin to skin without consequence" he whispered, nuzzling against your cheek, "you're warm, smell so sweet".

Your heart jumped in your chest when his lips grazed yours as he moved from one cheek to the other, his golden eyes snapping open from where they had been shut tight.

You both stared at each other, feeling your shared breathes shaking through your chests. His arms moved up the back of your shirt, pushing the fabric up for more access to skin.

"You know this is as dangerous for me as it is you, right?" He said as he pressed his face as the smooth skin of your stomach.

"H-How is that?" You asked, your cheeks burning.

you pouted while chewing, puffing your cheeks a bit. who wouldn’t be jealous of such pretty lips?

tamsy brought the newspaper down and pinned his gaze on you with one eyebrow raised, and an amused smile.

“yes, darling?”

you averted your gaze from him, feeling the blood rush to the tips of your ears.

“nothing,” you mumbled, and took another bite from your strawberry cake.

you heard tamsy shuffle from his seat, and the next thing you know, he was sitting beside you with a teasing look on his face.

tamsy leans on the table with an elbow propped up, as you look at him, flustered and clueless.

“w-what?” you stuttered.

“you’re so adorable, have i told you that?” tamsy teased, the smile never leaving his face.

the words were lost in your mouth. tamsy, the ever so elegant and beautiful giver in all of the cleaners hq—heck, in all of the people in the ground, even—, with his gorgeous glowing eyes and lips, just called you ‘adorable,’ and you have no fucking idea how to respond to his all-knowing but seemingly innocent smile.

“stop looking at me like that,” you looked away from him and his eyes.

tamsy chuckled. “you have something on your lips.”

“what? where?”

“here.”

tamsy held your cheek, and leaned close to your face. his lips lightly touched the corner of your own.

“all gone,” he said with a smile.

you felt your brain short-circuits, your face heating up from his touch, the feeling of his lips lingered on yours.

tamsy caines, the devil of a tease you are.

ENJIN ˎˊ˗

enjin sat next to you in the dining room of the cleaners hq and wolfed down the lunch food you were given.

“slow the fuck down, enjin,” you reprimanded him.

“i chan’t! thiz ish way two goodfh!” he talked with his mouth full.

you cringed, and rolled your eyes at him.

why do i like this man?

still, you can’t deny enjin’s words. after a long day of work, all you want to do is eat everything in sight to quiet down the rumbling in your stomach.

you rapidly ate your food as well, but slow enough to not choke on it.

speaking of,

enjin let out a hard choking sound, and tapped your shoulder aggressively, but not too harsh.

“what?” you glared at him, just to let him relish in the consequences of his actions, despite knowing what he needed at that point.

“w-wha…te…r.” he pointed at the row of glasses and the pitcher of water in front of you, coughing and choking on his food.

you hurriedly poured him a glass of water, which he took from you with shaking hands. you watched him chug the water down to satisfaction.

enjin slammed the glass on the table and heaved a sigh of relief.

“whew, that was a nice lunch.”

“you almost died,” you said, as a matter of fact.

enjin grinned at you foolishly. “that’s not enough to kill me, babe.”

“yeah? you’ve got sauce on your cheek.” you pointed at his right cheek.

“ha? where?” he made unfruitful attempts to wipe it off, unaware of where it was.

you sighed. “right here.”

you took a napkin and wiped the sauce off his face.

“it’s gone.”

enjin looked at you with innocent eyes. “you have sauce as well, on your lips.”

“i don’t—?!”

enjin leaned in, placed his hand on your neck and kissed you on the lips, just a quick kiss but enough to leave you flustered (but you are not going to show it to him, no!)

“what the freak, enjin?” you frantically looked around to see if anyone saw what he did. luckily, everyone seemed to be focused on their own food and groups of people.

“oops, my bad. i thought it was ketchup, turns out it was just your lipstick.” enjin smirked.

“wipe that smirk off your face, you jerk!” you hissed at him, careful not to shout out loud.

“don’t hit me! i know you love me, babe!”

enjin, you are going to be the DEATH of me.

ZANKA NIJIKU ˎˊ˗

you were at the common room, watching rudo and riyo bicker while playing cards.

it was your day off. or rather, team akuta just decided that today was team akuta’s day off (enjin’s nowhere to be seen right now).

you sat in the corner on a couch beside zanka, with a pack of biscuit on your lap. more snacks and two cans of fruit juice were on the small table in front of you.

“this goes on top of this one, rudo,” riyo corrected the spherite boy.

rudo scratched the back of his head. “i don’t understand this game at all…”

you giggled at their interaction, it was nice to see them getting along so well. with rudo joining the cleaners, going on jobs just became more interesting than before.

you looked at zanka, and saw his brows furrowed as always.

zanka ate the chips in his hand while staring at nothing. his mind seemed to be elsewhere. after the fight with the raiders, jabber specifically, when rudo almost got kidnapped, you knew he wanted to train as hard as he could, to prepare in case the raiders attack again. but you told him to take it easy today, to rest just a little.

you know zanka is strong, but of course, telling him that is not enough. he always wants to strive even harder, and you love him for that. you just hope he doesn’t strain himself too much.

“what?”

zanka’s voice pulled you out from your pool of thoughts.

you responded, stammering, “what?”

“you were starin’ at me,” zanka said.

you shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face, while holding a biscuit in your right hand. “what? no, i wasn’t.”

“stop lyin’. what is it?”

“nothing. it’s just that— oh, you have something on your lips.” you pointed out to him.

you were going to tell him he needs to rest his mind too, not just his body, but you were distracted by the crumbs of chips on the side of his lips.

“hm? where?” he tried brushing them off.

you reached your hand out, and wiped them off yourself. your finger lingered a little more on his lips.

brushing your finger again on his lips, you leaned in to him. closing the gap, you kissed him on the lips.

zanka sat there, dumbfounded, with no idea what to do or what happens next.

you giggled a little. “you messy eater.”

“y-you…” zanka fumbled over his words, his face was flushed red, and he could feel the loud beat of his heart against his chest. “i’m not a messy eater,” he mumbled.

you chuckled and poke his chest teasingly. “sure, sure.”

“get yer finger off me…!”

you laughed at how red his ears were.

“that finger is clean, excuse you!”

“ah, rudo, get used to it,” you heard riyo say, she had a smirk on her face.

oh. you completely forgot you weren’t alone with zanka.

rudo stared at you both with big, open red eyes. surprised? yes. shocked? yeah. shy? yep, why didn’t he realize before that you and zanka were a couple?

zanka was still flustered and speechless. his eyes darted back and forth at you and at riyo and rudo.

zanka nijiku, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.

🚯 i need sleep and tamsy. enjin’s an idiot and i love him for it. flustered zanka is my meal day and night. #girlbreakfast #girllunch #girldinner