Crystal of Marvel fame aka perpetual love interest

Homeward bound (It's so good)

Faking a THICC country accent accent for a whole week studying abroad

In Paris Paloma's song "Last Woman on Earth" she has a lyric that is as follows "for the first time since I drew breath I'm undesirable again" but it was originally "for the first time since I was 10 I'm undesirable again" which I like more

Raccoons

Green

The yellow triangle one

@mechanicallyfantasticriddle @andromedajones7 @angeljackt @your-boy-story @jols-is-a-massive-nerd @ihavenoideamanokay

There are more than 30 Ana's.

Ana runs multiple accounts and uses them in ways that range from embarrassing to genuinely harmful.

One that I do feel is a mix of both is the @lyneyhatersdni blog. Ana claims this is her ('ex') boyfriend… she's the boyfriend.

Someone told me that before the account was fully set up, the following list and recently liked posts were publicly visible (which is just a default setting Tumblr uses).

Every liked post was content from Ana, Lilac, and Karma.

The account types exactly like Ana's; she tries to switch her typing style on it, but she slips… a lot.

I always thought it was weird when I first found that account, that it's rarely active.

That only Ana responds/likes my comments if I interact with them??

And what made my assumption feel far too true is this post she made:

This is a self-report if I've ever seen one. And why does this matter beyond just being weird??

This account was used for publicly 'dating' Ana, complimenting her, calling her pet names, having entire conversations with her in the comments of her post. She is having a relationship with herself in front of everyone.

And here's the infamous conversation she had with herself when she posted "im gonna kms" on her main, where lyneyhatersdni shows up in the comments to comfort her. She is roleplaying emotional support from a person who does not exist.

He is only online when she needs him to be (like making that "ana won't be online" post or interacting with herself). He never used it outside of using it for ana. They always happen to be online at the same time, and now she's active on his account bc shes "going to be offline for a long while" and is addicted, so that's what she uses right now.

But it gets worse than just beyond fake dating.

'lyneyhatersdni' was the account behind the anonymous hate messages that Lilac received on her old blog. Lilac's old account (scaraobsession) is now deactivated, so those specific asks are gone, but they were horrible nonetheless.

Lilac had to turn off anonymous asks entirely because of the harassment, and Ana had the audacity to reblog Lilac's post about it, acting like she was defending her.

Ana sent anonymous hate to her own (ex) close friend. And then publicly positioned herself as the one protecting her from it.

That's fucked up. What's more fucked up? If this 'boyfriend' is real, dating your friend's bully is fucked up.

She also very, very likely sends herself anonymous requests. Some requests are for engagement on her blog; others are hate-directed at her(self). She literally discovered the feature publicly on her blog, as seen in the image with the anonymous hate at the top. The proof is all there.

The vent account(s).

Ana has had multiple vent accounts in the past; her newest was leaked recently. What was on it was absolutely disturbing.

One of the very disgusting things that stood out on this account was the posts written as conversations between herself and what she frames as an internal 'voice,' using brackets to distinguish it. In these posts, "the voice" says things like 'i hope they die', 'i hope one of them dies', and other… odd things you'll see below.

Ana responds back to "the voice" as herself, pushing back mildly, but she's the one writing all of it. She typed every word, fantasizing about (ex) friends' deaths.

And in the tags? She writes things like "these r kinda just like the thoughts I don't agree with, but r still there" and "pls know that's not actually me." She tagged her own death wishes toward her friends with a disclaimer. As if that makes it fine. As if hitting post and putting it on the internet is somehow not a choice she made.

These are all directed towards both Karma and Lilac. Ana's always been jealous of Karma, hated them. When they were all a trio, Ana would constantly leave Karma out on purpose; she tried to kick Karma out of the friend group, but ended up kicking herself out instead.

She crashed out on Lilac once, called her a slutty b*tch, over Lilac saying "plsplspls" to Karma. This is exactly what this post is about, and this is on one of Ana's yapping side blogs' accounts.

She treats her own spiraling as a performance and then demands that other people warn her before they vent.

Both Lilac and Karma found her recent vent account and reblogged it. This also isn't the first time Ana's vent account got leaked; you'll see in the image below.

After being caught, Ana deactivated her recent vent account (belovedofbarbatos), and ranted on her main before deleting and then making an announcement post saying she'd be offline for a very long time. Her ass is too chronically online for that, and she's still active on her @windspokenwhispers sideblog.

She only cares that she got caught.

Ana and minors.

This is the part that made me decide I needed to post this.

Someone sent Ana an anonymous ask saying: "Am I allowed to join in on the flirting if I'm 16?" Her response: "YUHP!! Just clarify that at first and make sure it's nothing tooooo suggestive, ur still underage! however in some countries that's legal, and I don't mind harmless stuff."

When someone called her out for flirting with a minor while being almost 21, she defended herself by saying she's only ever said things like "IMMA KISS YOU" and "I WANNA CUDDLE" and that those are platonic. The tag's on the post don't help the accusations.

On her recently deactivated vent account, she interacted with an anonymous person who said they were 15. Ana's response? She doesn't mind.

She doesn't fucking mind that a 15-year-old is looking at a vent blog that talks about serious topics, including self-harm.

When she started getting called out for this, she posted: "no becuz why am i getting pedo allegations" with tags about how she's just showing "platonic affection."

Ana is nearing 21, and she posts content not safe for minors while actively seeking new mutuals with anyone of any age (unless they're under 11, because that's her minimum apparently).

Why am I posting this?? It's a community concern.

Because Ana is an extrovert. She's outgoing and chatty, and she comes across as friendly and fun at first. She reaches out to people in the Genshin writing community, and if you're new to the community or shy, that attention feels good. That's exactly why it's dangerous.

The people who chose to interact with her deserve to know that the person behind the friendly posts has a vent account where she wishes death on her once closest friends. That she sent her own ex-best friend anonymous hate and then pretended to protect her from it. That she tells minors she doesn't care about their age.

I also want to make something very clear: Lilac and Karma are the victims in this situation. Both of them are people Ana called her best friends, while privately writing about wanting them dead. Lilac was harassed by Ana's alt account. Both of them were targeted on the vent account. They've already dealt with enough, leave them alone.

All of the evidence in the following is from AFTER I blocked ana, and all of it was publicly posted on tumblr. I don't wanna include conversations that happened in dms since they took place in a private context and weren’t intended to be public.

Let this be a cautionary tale.

On April 17th I posted this, talking about how I'm blocking one of my former mutuals (Ana):

You don't need to read the entire post but to summarize I said I'll block her for my mental health and that I have no negative wishes for her and that I will delete any hate about her. Basically going the pacifist route.

I thought me blocking her would be the end of it. I was wrong.

On April 25th I replied to my inboxes:

There's two noteworthy asks, one from a now deactivated alt Account from Ana (she loves making those) trying to interact with me under another name after I blocked her, which should have been a clear boundary.

Another one from an anon, basically wishing us the best and being kind overall. My reply was something along the lines of "I'm doing well and I hope Ana is doing well too and isn't too hurt".

She made an angry sounding post on her now deleted alt. Over me wishing her the best despite our differences. The bigger offense is her trying to interact with me after I set a clear boundary by blocking her. Both is just weird overall, so I reblogged her post basically telling her to stop talking to me and to stop insulting me. (you can see that reblog in maddies first post already so I won't add it here)

I continued to mind my business while Ana continued being obsessive. This has been going on for over a month so I will just put some noteworthy examples:

She wrote a poem? fanfiction? something? about me:

I think it's obvious enough from the account name that this was her. I think it's also obvious enough that this is about me. Besides this just being creepy as fuck, she also put a censored version of my real name there, something I told her to keep private. This genuinely made me feel scared/ threatened.

Some more examples of her being obsessive and bad-faithed towards me or just generally harmful on her alt account:

The latest post before she deleted the alt was two days old. She has been obsessing over me for over a month after I blocked her. I don't need anyone's pity, my own mental health is fine. The only reason I'm sharing this is to show the community that Ananeuvii has very concerning tendencies that can't be ignored.

I'm just begging all minors who see this to stay away from this person and unstable adults in general.

Here's a list of all of Ana's alt accounts that I could find, in case anyone wants a block list:

confirmed: @ananeuvii @windspokenwhispers @ananiel-luvs @ananmethyst @hearts4tartaglia @randomahhananiel @lyney2026 @lyneyscumlicker @lyneysonlywife @irllyneytrust @lvrgirl-official @lyneyreblogs @dahlia2026 @starlightseasx @ana-energy @seafoamsponge @is-lyney-peak @teraskeretao @matarikiputaiao

suspected: @lyneyhatersdni (fake bf) @lyneyloverz @prettiestlesbianx (fake haters)

Squinting at the faint light peering through the corridor, he hears nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door.

Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he briefly weighed his options:

Either pass out on the cold, hard ground

Watch the lost hours take a toll on his plummeting mood as he waits for you.

Neither of which seemed possible nor pleasant to him.

God, are those his only alternatives? He drags a hand down his face, slipping on some fuzzy cat sandals (a gift, courtesy of you, after convincing him that it was well worth the price, only to see him lap around rocking cute merch, much to your amusement).

And his mind reels back at the thought of you.

…

A normal and sane person wouldn’t limp his way out of the bedroom; a normal and sane person wouldn’t take the time dragging his dwindling patience and weary feet towards a conveniently placed bathroom door; a normal and sane person would instead, hog the blankets and fall back to sleep...

…

Despite this, Scaramouche finds himself at the mercy of the blazing light at the aforementioned conveniently placed bathroom door.

He scoffs. ‘A normal and sane person.’

With his blanket draped across the wooden tiled floor, his hand dug out from under the duvet, landing swift knocks on the wood.

1 knock.

Then 2.

Then, finally, 3.

Scaramouche clenches the makeshift coat closer, shivering as he shoots glares at the door.

“Are you done?” Scaramouche grumbles before plummeting his head onto the door itself; a sense of exasperation flowing through him, and by god, he hopes you could sense his desperation too. “Come back to bed, it is too cold.” His sense of shame would come back in the morning once he was more lucid. But right now, he just wanted to sleep.

And unfortunately, he also wanted you.

—

It started as a simple movie night: hiding within the cozy sheet of a small blanket, huddling closer for warmth, pressing up so close against each other. Even with the screen blaring on his face, clear exhaustion from a movie marathon, he still found comfort in the way your fingers gently roamed, and traced down his back, then up to brush the hair that had stuck out from his neck. While his head rested comfortably on your shoulder, he hummed slightly to the background static.

This was becoming a regular occurrence:

You suggest a movie after watching him fumble around with his work, eyes nearly drooping after painstakingly looking at a computer all day, with coffee prepared in those branded ‘Best Employee of the Year’ mugs his company loves parade around. With one quick glance at his sad form, you were already coaxing him onto the couch for ‘just a few minutes’ until suddenly, he was cozied in pajamas and the blanket wrapped around him like some sort of makeshift hostage situation.

More and more, until he finds himself cuddled close to your form, his arms wrapped under the fabric of your waist, and your leg lifted onto his hip.

More and more, until he is the one to instead force you out of your chair and into watching a horror movie with him, sliding snacks he knows you’ll indulge in when he doesn’t see.

More and more, until he feels you wrap the blanket around him the next day, gently whispering a quick ‘good morning’ before quickly making a beeline to the bathroom in order to prepare for work.

But in your absence, his hand reaches out after you, eyes flat on the door: a fleeting acknowledgment and the longing to get you back into his arms.

It was maddening.

..So, this was no different.

Another excuse to press close against each other; the cold chill from that busted heater leaves you to fend for yourself with the only pair of heated blankets until the next morning, bringing you to offer another movie.

This time, childhood classics.

“You know, we should sleep together,” you suddenly say, the rumbling from your chest awakening him.

He pauses, his head lifting from his spot. “Excuse me?”

“Like bed-sharing. Cuddling. Horizontally lying on a mattress. Together. Ever heard of the concept?” you chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

He makes a face. “Absolutely nothing.” And he turns on his side, his back to your chest, away from your stifling laughter. “…Why are you even asking in the first place?” comes out after a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the way you stretched your arms out to release some of the tension from your body, then leaned your head on his shoulder. “We’ve been doing this for a while, yeah? I don’t know, heater is still kinda busted and I kinda don’t want to be alone right now.”

There was an extended pause in his reply.

Truthfully, there were little reasons to hate the arrangement and even fewer reasons to refuse it. In fact, with the way your chin comfortably sits on his skin, his mind was reeling with warmth despite the bitter cold biting his skin.

“No worries, the deal is still on the table, so don’t feel pressured,” you smile up at him, taking his silence as a refusal. “I can go out to get-“

Then he cuts you off, huffing with amusement. “Sure, do what you want.”

And he leaves it at that, already scooting closer to your chest and comfortably making room in your arms.

But soon, he feels you gently intertwine your hands together, pulling the back of his to your lips. With your eyes glinting with fondness, you breathe in. “Thanks," and before he can react, you are already pressing your face into the curve of his neck, contentment rolling off you in waves.

…You were maddening.

—

For a moment, there was no other sound except the hum of the air conditioner and the shuffling of footsteps behind the bathroom door. Scaramouche sighs.

From being habitually conditioned into only sleeping by your side, he finds that the aftermath led up to whatever state he is in right now.

3:12 am. He checks once more. You were taking long. He embraces the cool chill, the blanket already half-shrouding his body at this point, spilling to the bottom like some coat.

He probably looks ridiculous standing in front of the bathroom, tapping his foot, impatiently waiting for your return.

Like a cat, he could hear you say.

And as if you heard his increasingly humbling pleas, before long, the door peers open, shedding light on his poor eyes and through his rather tense squinting. Barely stepping foot into the room, you jump at the sight of your roommate, who, he would have guessed from your dumbfounded gasp and prolonged stare, you weren’t expecting to be up at this hour.

“…How long were you standing there?”

He only regarded you with the tilt of his head, his eyes narrowed at your form. “Long enough,' he murmured.

With your eyes doused with concern, he watched as you took one step towards him, reaching out to tug his hand back into your room. “Sorry, had to use the bathroom.” That was until you seemed to catch the odd blush on his face, dim light exposing his visage. He could almost sense your glee the moment you decided you weren’t going to pity his poor self. “Did you miss me by chance?”

Firmly, he quickly tugs you closer, landing his head on your shoulder and pointedly ignoring your comment. “Just shit faster, I need to sleep.”

Scaramouche didn’t comment on how you sucked in a harsh breath, lips parting as he hugged you tighter. Buried into your neck, he fought the smile that crept up on his face and the raging heat coaling in his cheeks. He heard a soft laugh echo into the air before a lightweight softly hit his head, humming a gentle: “Missed you too.”

He wasn’t sure if it was pounding in his ears or the thumping of your heartbeat, but as your warmth wrapped around his cool body, his composure ever so slightly weakened and lulled into a quiet hum. Gathering all his aches in a single embrace, he can’t help but desperately tug onto your shirt, demanding a resemblance of dignity, only for it to fail terribly as he leaned in closer, his body already weak from the kisses you pressed against his temples.

And that was enough for him.

(That was enough for his mind to come to a rest.)

So yes, you were revolting in every sense of the word. And yet if he were to choose, Scaramouche would willingly suck up his pride than ever pull away from your warm embrace.