FUCKIN' MOOD

Friday the 13th and H20Delirious??? Gimme a fuckin’ pen - I’ll write this AU myself.

Oh my god I need more Father!Jason and Delirious. I can imagine Delirious trying to introduce him to Vanoss and Cartoonz and Jason ends up being extremely protective of his smol kid

and when those three got home…

Goth girls from things I’ve seen/liked.

Words to Describe Hair

This began as a guide to describing Afro/curly hair but of course, I got carried away. From look and texture of hair, colors and various styles, this guide serves as a thesaurus of sorts for hair, as well as pointers for use in your writing.

Culturally Significant Hair Coverings:

Know the meaning behind head wear and why it’s worn, when and by whom, such as a Native Nation’s headdress, before bestowing a character with it.

Head Coverings Resources:

More on various head coverings.

See here for more Islamic Veils. 

See here for more on the Nigerian gele.

See here on African American Headwraps. 

View our hijab and headscarves tags for discussion on these topics.

Afro - Curly - Straightened

There are many varieties of braids, twists & Afro hair styles; have some more!

African/Black Hair: Natural, Braids and Locks

African Hair: Braiding Styles 10 African Types

Describing Black (Afro) hair:

Appropriative Hairstyles: Keep in mind that Afro styles should be kept to those in the African Diaspora, such as dreadlocks, cornrows + certain and many braided styles.

Tread carefully describing Afro hair as “wild” “unkempt” “untamed” or any words implying it’s unclean or requires controlling.

“Nappy” and “wooly” are generally words to stay away from, the first having heavy negative connotations for many and the latter, though used in the Holy Bible, is generally not acceptable anymore and comes off as dehumanizing due to Animal connotations.

There are mixed feelings on calling Black hair “kinky.” I’m personally not opposed to the word in itself and usage depends on the person’s race (I’m more comfortable with a Black person using it vs. a Non-Black person) as well as their tone and context (if it’s used in a neutral or positive tone vs. negatively/with disdain). Get feedback on your usage, or simply forgo it.

See our tags “Black Hair” and “Natural Hair” for more discussion on describing Black hair.

Texture - Look - Styles

Hair Colors and Style

Writing Tips & Things to Keep in Mind:

Combination Words: Try combing words to illustrate look of hair. A character with springy coils that dance across her shoulders with every movement, the man with thick silvery hair slicked back into a ponytail…

Mind Perspective: Depending on POV, a character might not know exactly what cornrows or a coiffure style is, at least in name, and it might make more sense if they described the hairdo instead. More defining terms might come from a more knowing source or the wearer themselves. One book I read described a girl’s afro puff as “thick hair pulled up into a cute, curly, poufy thing on top of her head and tied with a yellow ribbon.”

POC & Hair Colors: People of Color’s hair comes in all shades and textures. There are Black people with naturally blond and loosely-textured to straight hair, East Asian people with red hair, and so on. Keep that in mind when coding characters if you tend to rely on hair color alone to denote a character is white vs. a Person of Color.

Related Tropes: There are tropes and discussion related to People of Color, colored hair, and light-colored hair and features. 

Check out these posts on the topic: The East Asian Women + Colored Hair Trope - Black Characters & “Wild” Hair Colors - POC w/ Supernatural Colorful Features. - ‘Uncommon’ Features & POC Characters

~Mod Colette

a babe <3

i love this tall sea urchin

Dabiiiiii

Ohhh - this chapter hurts so good -

Like, sharp stings of realization that Yuki and MC are not the same in any stretch. Them finding out that Yuki had feelings for MC and it's why she'd reacted how she did.

Them falling away to their unhealthy coping mechanisms is also a perfect reminder in which it tells them what they lost again and again

And my baby Sage??? Apart of a meme-y groupchat with Yuki and MC?

//chef's kiss

Perfection.

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 3

A/N: Hello and here’s the third chapter to this series! It genuinely warms my heart to seethe support and just… thank you for enjoying the content I’ve posted so far <333 in this chapter, things take a turn, for better or for worse… well, you’ll soon see! thank you again to @its-dari for letting me take inspiration from her own take of the “replaced mc au”! <33 i hope you all enjoy the chapter!

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC

warnings: cursing, fighting, mentions of vomiting, mentions of m*rder, spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread :<<

reminder: if you feel as though someone is taking you for granted, cut them out of your life because you deserve the world’s weight in gold! you’re amazing, you’re beautiful, you are so special, ‘kay?? ilya <33

Keep reading

//heart eyes

DOUBLE updates?

Bruh, you're spoiling us <3

Also ow, did you have to shank me in the heart???

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 5

A/N: boom! double update! a gal's gone mad! i hope you like the storyline and i hope ur as excited about the future chapters i've got planned as i am! thank you once again to @its-dari (i'll always tag u >:)) ) enjoy! <33

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC warnings: cursing, fighting, mc has a panic attack :(, mentions of m*rder, spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread (im sorry for any and all mistakes) :<< reminder: take care of yourself! you're like a priceless gem that deserves to be taken care of so self love is the most important thing! love yourself and always stay safe!

During a moment of complete panic, your vision is clouded; like a smoke machine whirring in your face, making you practically blinded to everything else. All you can focus on is your fear. All you can hear is the wild beating of your heart in your chest. Solomon has lived for millenia, outliving his friends, his lovers, his followers- he has experienced every possible emotion in the book, as one does when living with the curse of immortality. He’s grieved over countless deaths, he’s felt afraid for his own life. You’d think that it’d numb after a while. He knows exactly what timeline he’s in, he’s seen the choices made and the choices that will be made, thanks in part to Barbatos. He knows.

Knowing doesn’t make fear any less intense.

Seeing you in a state almost catatonic, seemingly so close to death, has his blood running cold. He hears the knock at the door, he knows who stands beyond the hard wood. He knows everything- Is this what Barbatos deals with everyday? What a difficult life to live. The knocking grew intense but it sounded muddled in his ears; almost as if he heard it through a wall of water.

Simeon moves from beside him, gingerly stepping away from you so as to not to bother you. The angel’s eyes were blue blazing hot coals at a fireplace; his anger seems unprecedented. He’s never seen the side of Simeon, but the minute he looks back at you, his eyes are soft like the clouds in the Celestial Realm.

The angel clad in white hurriedly opens the door and his glare hardens more when he sees the demon brothers looking around nervously, “You’re not allowed to be here.” He practically growls. Lucifer stands his ground, standing at the front of the group with a letter in hand. Wordlessly, he hands Simeon the piece of paper, letting him take his time to read and process every single word. Behind the eldest, the 6 other brothers were on the brink of meltdown; looking like atrocious messes, they all donned on their pajamas and their states were obviously frazzled. Any demon in the vicinity could smell the fear reeking from the group.

“Solomon.” Simeon spat out, teeth bared like fangs as he sped off back to your room. He left the door open.

Never leave the door open lest you want demons to enter.

Solomon had resigned himself to stroking your cheek, breathing ragged as he stared down at you, “Oh, (MC). “ His voice sounded watery, to match his eyes swimming with unshed tears. Barbatos, I wonder how you manage to do this every single day. The sorcerer glances at the tiny clock on your vanity, the long hand ticking so slowly he feels as though it’s mocking him.

3:28 A.M. 2 more minutes. 2 minutes before the timeline is set.

Right on cue, Simeon bursts through the door, practically foaming at the mouth with anger, and he’s followed quickly by the Demon Brothers. Strange, he read in the file that Yuki would be with them. Lucifer slowly approached the sorcerer, who refused to look up at him as he held your cold frame close, “Solomon, please let us give this to (MC). We have to at least try.” Pride’s voice was soft, unlike his normal snappy tone the sorcerer was used to hearing. It was almost as if the demon representing Pride was… begging. Solomon looks up at him, eyes still brimmed with salty tears as he lets out a bitter laugh, “We’re too late, Lucifer. I’m sorry-”

“Wait! Please! Solomon!” Yuki.

Unsteady feet beat against the hardwood floor of Purgatory Hall; the sorcerer sees Yuki run in with Diavolo and Barbatos. Ah, that’s the signal, I suppose. The long hand moves so slowly, but it shows the time.

3:30 A.M.

Solomon wept silently, holding you close before the necklace on your chest breaks out in a cacophony of colors; first blue, then yellow, followed by orange, then green, then pink and as it flashed red and purple at the same time, your body started shaking violently. Not in the way possessions occur in movies but it almost seemed like you were freezing.

The necklace shatters on your neck, leaving behind nothing but dust.

Your eyes crack open, your chest heaving violently as you gasped; the fear traveling in your veins was too much. Diavolo and Barbatos pulled to take Solomon away from your side and the sorcerer all but moved along like a puppet on strings. What’s done is done. You blink slowly, breathing sporadically as you grasp at your face. You sit up and eye everyone in the room, eyes full of fear as you slowly back away into a corner of the room.

“W-Who are you?”

Yuki’s the first to break down in tears after Solomon; she bites back the ugly sob threatening to escape her as she turns away. The Avatars of Sin were all silent, spirits seemingly downcast as they watched you with remorseful eyes. Simeon stood by Lord Diavolo, eyes flaming with anger and defiance, as if tempting the Prince to a fight over a single question,

“What is going on?!” He grits his teeth.

You tuck your knees to your chest as you shake like a leaf, who were these people?! You had not a clue of who they were or where you were; this wasn’t even your bed! You glance at all their faces and all you can feel is a sickening sense of fear and torment.

“Who the fuck are you? What do you want with me?! P-Please just… leave me alone.” You croak out.

Your pacts with the brothers were fading, they felt it evidently so and their panic took too much of their attention to realize that though they were faded, that didn’t mean you had no control over them. One by one, the brothers filed out of the room, legs moving on their own as they marched out of the house. Solomon approaches you cautiously, earning a scared whimper from you that breaks his heart. He dared not touch you in this state, instead he put his hand out. He chants an ancient spell and slowly, your limbs drop to your side as you curl up into a dreamless slumber.

The remaining few in the room shared a glance before coming to an unspoken agreement.

A council meeting was to be held immediately.

Diavolo sat at one of the ends of the table, his seat much larger than the rest; As the Prince, he could command a room with one nod or quirk of his eyebrow. The rest of the group were scattered randomly, the rest of the student council members weren’t seated where they normally sat. Everyone was tense as they stared at the only empty seat. Your seat, they dared not try to occupy it.

“Can someone please explain this stupid letter?” Yuki asked, exasperated as she tossed the letter to the middle of the table. Solomon, having kept his gaze trained on the table, looked up for the first time since they all came and he felt so… small under the group’s scrutiny. The most powerful sorcerer in all of history was shivering in his boots from the judgement he felt.

“I… I had asked Lucifer for the letter. I’m not quite sure who it’s from, it wasn’t signed-” As Solomon spoke, Asmodeus pushed himself out of his seat, tears running down his face as he hiccupped, “How do you know it wasn’t signed? You haven’t even glanced at the disgusting thing!” He cried.

Lucifer was glaring at him, eyes so deadly that he felt like the demon was drilling holes into the deepest depths of his soul. “How did you know that it was in my possession in the first place? You called me up at this strange hour, telling me something so ominous-” Images of you in Simeon’s arms, looking so lifeless were burned into his mind. He was sure they would haunt him for a long time after this. The eldest sat in his chair defeatedly, “You knew exactly what was about to take place. You knew, Solomon. Why didn’t you try to stop it?” He asked tiredly.

“It is because we had agreed on it, Lucifer.” Diavolo said. Silence befalls the group, with the exception of Yuki’s chair screeching against the flooring. The girl walks over to Diavolo, arm raised and before she could even strike the Prince across the face, Barbatos grabs her forearm tenderly, “Please wait for the Young Lord’s explanation.” He says, his normal smile replaced with a sad frown. Yuki falls to the ground slowly, weeping silently as Barbatos wrapped his arms comfortingly around her, “My Lord, they all deserve an explanation.” He said softly as he rubbed circles on Yuki’s back.

With a sigh, Diavolo folded his arms on the table, “As you all may know, I’ve worked hard on this little passion project of mine. I had set out to strengthen the relationships of all Three Realms; I wanted to lead our generation and all future generations into a world where we can all live in harmony. Our first year went marvelously, thanks to (MC). They were tasked with doing so much for all of us and they did everything without question. They managed to live past certain… traumatic incidents that other humans would’ve surely lost their minds to. They learnt to love you, for all your flaws, for what you stood for.” The Prince slowly rises from his seat, eyes shifting from one Avatar to the other but never once shying away from their gazes.

“With how well the first year went, I thought that another year of the exchange program would only bring about a stronger bond. A stronger sense of family in the House of Lamentation. Yuki was a stellar candidate but I would’ve never taken her into the Devildom had I not known of (MC) and Solomon’s plans on coming back. At first I expected your resistance, I wouldn’t put it past you all to try and rebel against my idea but you took her in with open arms. Perhaps (MC) was an even better influence on you all than I thought but after a while, things took a turn.” Diavolo stalked around the room, walking by each Avatar. His presence was one that demanded attention, he walked with such an air of dignity and power that you’d be a fool not to hang off of every word he spoke.

He frightened the Avatars, even if they deny it.

“You were tasked with watching over both Yuki and (MC) but you decide that one is enough and you all slowly start leaving (MC) out of everything you did. They never once got angry, never once complained or tattled, no, they protected you through and through. Yes, you’re all demons, beings formed from the basis of all forms of Sin but I must say, even this is too low for you. I never once imagined that a group so obsessed with family could turn against a person who loved them so.” Diavolo’s voice grew darker with each syllable that left his mouth, his steps grew heavier and his gaze glinted with what can only be described as murderous intent.

“I had Barbatos look through every timeline, we can only hope for their forgiveness for this but what we saw only further strengthened our belief that… You, the Avatars of Sin, do not deserve them. I try not to play favorites amongst my exchange students but (MC) has captivated me in the way they captivated you. In all the timelines we saw, these are the timelines where (MC) chooses to forgive you.” From under the desk, the Prince pulls out three thin files.

Three files, only three chances.

“After putting them under Solomon’s care, I decided that enough was enough. You are not allowed to mistreat any of the exchange students that have and will walk the Devildom invited in the name of strengthening bonds. As punishment, I have told you all that you will not be allowed to approach (MC) without their permission, of course, and the permission of Solomon or Simeon. One early morning, I asked Solomon to meet with me because Barbatos had completed his tasks. We read through each file and agreed on narrowing down to five possible timelines. We have been pulling strings to ensure that you all made the decisions that would ultimately affect your relationships with (MC). We left their future in your hands and once again, you all acted selfishly. You acted for your own happiness, for your own pleasure and this is what resulted.” Diavolo’s gaze was pointed, he stared directly at his Right Hand Man. Lucifer couldn’t hold his stare.

“D- Lord Diavolo, does that mean you know who wrote the letter?” Mammon asked, voice wavering. Solomon glanced at the Avatar of Greed before reluctantly nodding, “We’ve known for a while.” At lightning speed, Mammon flies across the room to grip Solomon's neck. Horns poked through the mop of silver hair on his head, his wings beating angrily behind him as he lifted the sorcerer in the air,

“What kind of guardian are you?”

“Mammon, enough. Put him down.” Lucifer commanded. His other brothers were somewhat pleading with Mammon as well, specifically Asmodeus, but there was reluctance in their voices. In the same way you’d reject an attractive stranger hitting on you in a club. The, “Aw, no… but I wouldn’t mind if you continue...” tone of voice.

With a low growl, Mammon lowers himself back on the ground, his grip on the sorcerer loosening when his feet grazed the marble flooring. Solomon gasps for air, his knees going weak for a moment but all he did was stumble; he was definitely not going to fall on the floor in front of Mammon of all demons. “I know you’re angry but quite frankly, you have no right to blame Solomon. You pushed them away.” Simeon says, grabbing the attention of the group from the heaving sorcerer. He stares the Demon Prince down, nostrils flaring as he sighs, “ I do not condone any of the actions you both have agreed on, believe me when I say that I’m infuriated, but I can see why you chose to do this. Somehow, someway, you left the future in their hands and they messed up again.” The angel stands by Solomon, rubbing circles on his back as he slowly guides him back to the table.

“My Lord, if the timeline has been set, is there any way we can make it up to them? They… They don’t deserve this.” Lucifer breathed out; he eyed his brothers, their faces wore physical evidence of lethargy and panic.

“You’ll have to get them to trust you again. When they see you, they feel fear and panic and… disgust. Get them to trust you and find out who did this. We have an inkling but we need evidence before we can lock them up in the dungeons.” Diavolo states.

They’re back to square one with you.

You woke up in the same ivory room decorated with trinkets that you held close to your heart; your mother’s necklace, an expensive looking hairbrush someone gifted you, those kinds of little knick knacks. You saw polaroid photos hanging on the walls on twine of faces you couldn’t quite put names on. You stared at your feet, your skin tone clashing a beautiful contrast against the satin sheets. The mirror on “your” vanity was chipped and cracked, not fully broken but you couldn’t bear to look at the multitude of reflections of you that stared back. You didn’t feel at home but you didn’t fully feel like you were abducted.

You just simply… were.

A soft knock echoes from the door and you flinch, hands grabbing hastily at the sheets to cover your body from whoever or whatever stood on the other side of the door. The door clicks open and in walks a tiny blonde child clad in white and blue pajamas. “(M-MC)!” He cried, rushing over to wrap his arms around you.

You didn’t feel scared, you didn’t know this child but… He seemed to care deeply about you and he made you feel safe somehow.

“I-I’m sorry but… Who are you? How do you know who I am? I woke up and I was surrounded by a bunch of strange men. They were so… scary. Please help me, I… I’m scared.” You whispered. The blonde boy falters, arms loosening around you quickly as he stares up at you in disbelief. Have you really forgotten them? His lip quivers ever so slightly, “What do you mean? (MC), t-this isn’t funny! Did those demons put you up to this?! Did Simeon ask you to help him with another one of his mean jokes?!”

Demons?

Who on God’s Green Earth is Simeon?

Before you could even ask, you noticed a tall figure standing in the doorway. You quickly pulled the blonde close to you and you let out this blood curdling scream. “Get away!” You yelled, moving the boy behind you.

Simeon stood in the doorway, watching you both silently but then… you see him. Hearing your scream of pure terror put him into a state of panic himself and he didn’t know how to soothe your fear.

He watched as you protected Luke, from a person you didn’t know and, for all he knew, someone you feared. His heart warmed seeing your heroism but it ached all the same.

You really didn’t know who they were.

“(MC), please, please calm down. My name is Simeon and… and we’re really good friends! You… got into an accident. You forgot me but don’t worry I- umph!” The poor angel was cut off when you threw a pillow into his face.

This was going to be quite the process.

You sat hesitantly on the opposite side of Simeon, your arms still tightly wound around the blonde, who you found out was a friend of yours named Luke. Simeon told you that you, him, Luke, and another man named Solomon all lived together before the accident, as he so ominously put it. He wouldn’t budge no matter how badly you begged for even the smallest detail regarding the thing that caused you to forget them all. You sighed as you hugged Luke, “I’m sorry for… forgetting.”

Oh, MC. You’ll be the death of them.

A man clad in this beautiful coat walks in and since Simeon and Luke seemed okay with his presence, you chalked him up to be the Solomon in their stories. In the memories you used to share.

“I see you’ve explained it all to (MC)? I’m glad to see that you’re awake.” He greets you gently; you noticed how he kept his distance, unlike Simeon or Luke who’ve been rather touchy and cuddly. “You’re Solomon, right? Hello um… come sit with us.” You say, patting the spot on the bed beside you.

You four sat and enjoyed each other’s company the rest of that dawn, the night turning to day as the sun rose to indicate a new beginning.

It had been about a week since your memories were taken away from you by a selfish demon. Lord Diavolo, with the help of the Avatars of Sin and the other exchange students worked day in and day out to ensure that you were comfortable through the entire thing. You were able to grasp the concept of the Three Realms with surprising ease, perhaps the demon who cursed you had worried about your sanity… How sweet? Your schooling was halted for the time being, each demon that entered the school grounds was heavily monitored but nothing seemed out of place… That was until you finally went back to school.

You had recently been re-acquainted with Yuki, the other human exchange student. She seemed quite… expressive when you first met her. When you first spoke with the boys in Purgatory Hall, you weren’t scared, if anything the trio made you feel extremely comfortable and safe.

With Yuki, you felt this sense of dread- as if you were afraid that she’d hurt you. You shook that feeling off and slowly, it faded like a shade of gray on a black and white painting.

It sort of just disappeared with enough time.

Yuki grabbed your bag from your arms, the girl had insisted on practically babying you the moment you first spoke. You sighed and simply went along with it; if you could keep note of just one thing about the girl, you’d say that she was incredibly stubborn regarding anything she put her mind to.

Simeon and Solomon had pulled you aside earlier that morning to warn you about a group of demons, seven to be exact, who would make their presence known to you. Simeon was adamant about having you promise to steer clear of them but when the protective angel wasn’t paying attention, the sorcerer had asked you to hear them out.

Solomon watched as Simeon scurried off to Luke’s room after hearing the younger angel whine about the hat he was told to wear as part of his uniform. Apparently it was a particularly bad hat day. He grasped at your arm and pulled you close to the heavily locked front door. “I know Simeon and I just instructed you one thing but if you could find it in your heart to listen to whatever those demons have to say… I’m sure it’d be worth your while. I promise that no harm will come your way.” He says, slowly moving to stand behind you. You felt his fingers brush along the exposed skin of your neck, his hands shaking slightly as he clipped something on you.

On your chest lay a pretty black stone attached to a simple gold chain.

Your fingers messed with the orb that knocked against your clavicle with each jolly step. What had Solomon meant with what he said? “Find it in your heart to listen”? He’s a strange sorcerer indeed.

Lost in thought you bumped into a figure dressed in a uniform similar to yours. A bag slung over his shoulder, he fixes the big black coat that hung on his figure, “Watch where you’re going- Oh. You’re that human exchange student… (MC) right? I could’ve sworn we've bumped into each other before. My name’s Merihem.” His voice was low, he sounded seductive in all honesty. He stuck his hand out for you, a toothy grin on his face.

He looked nice enough so… you took his hand.

With a firm shake, you fail to notice the way his eyes rake over your body hungrily. You glance over to where Yuki was heading and see that the girl was now booking it back to you like a frantic mother looking for her child, “(MC)! I thought you were walking behind me! I look away for two seconds and you’re left alone! I told you to stick beside me!” She yelled, arms flailing around to try and get her point across. You eyed Merihem; something about him seems off.

Yuki sniffs the air and gagged; it smelt like rancid, kind of like battery acid.

“Right, sorry about that, Yuki. I’ll… see you around then, Merihem.” You wave goodbye to your new demon acquaintance and you get pulled off by Yuki. Something about that demon rubbed the human girl the wrong way and her gut told her to get the both of you away from him as soon as possible.

You miss the way Merihem heaves like a dog in heat when you leave.

At the gates of RAD, you spot a group of seven demons greeting every single student that walks by… Well, greet is a loose word to describe what they were doing. They all seemingly checked everything about all the passing demons; from their bags to the tiniest hairs of their body.

They worked quite efficiently, you had to hand it to them.

The closer you approached, the more detail you saw with these demons. Something about them seemed so familiar. You couldn’t put a finger on it. You saw the ravenette bark out orders; he’s the man in-charge. One of the demons wore their uniform quite untidily and you watched in amusement as they grabbed change from the pockets of one of the demons they were searching. His hands were fast. You eyed each of them but one guy in particular caught your attention.

He carried around a cow-print pillow, that in itself was a strange thing to do in public but when he turns in your direction, your heart plummets. Your chest constricts and you have a hard time breathing. Something about his face brought about fear that you've never felt before. You need to escape before you pass out.

You thought it was bad but then you two make eye contact.

You fell down to the ground with a loud scream, drawing the attention of all seven. Your mind hurts with the flashes of what you can only describe as your biggest nightmare. Bony hands gripping at your neck, a sinister maniac laughing as your vision grew hazy. Cow print.

Seven pairs of feet beat against the ground, footsteps grew louder as yelling rings in your ears like white noise.

“(MC)!”

~~~~~

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Man, p0rnb0ts aren't as fun to block anymore.

Just the lack of interaction nowadays, you know?

In the older times, they used to like and reblog posts so they attempted to look slightly legit.

But blank blogs and bare bones bios?

Damn - they mass producing them but also being lazy about it

~ Dari

Addressing more YY Allegations

8/29/20 @ 1:06PM

I don’t condone anything mentioned in this post, this is just a post in regard to new things coming out.

Do not attack or harass me or anyone I made mention of in this post.

This was simply made to inform and critique.

I’ve been silent on my TikTok about the Yagami Yato situation because I didn’t want to bring it straight to me, a page of just straight self indulgence.

Of general positivity.... Comfort for those who need it.

I really don’t know what to do here other than give the information I learned.

It will likely be the last of these posts because I can’t take anymore of these, it is messing with my mental health and I don’t like negativity on my blogs. Justified or not.

Especially for the sake of escapism.

Mentions of animal cruelty and sexual abuse.

There had been multiple screenshots released regarding her apparent torture/abuse of animals in her younger years. Even some dark comment on her dealing with sexual assault.

There is speculation going around that they are real/fake, there is not proof of either.

The screenshots most definitely exist and YY has yet to properly address them other than just denying it.

I only have a screenshot of the screenshots of the screenshots that are basically unreadable because the font is so SMALL. Again, I learned all of this from TikTok.

They were apparently from November of last year and it’s a wonder why they haven’t come out more recently?

While I understand where she is coming from, staying silent and complacent just incriminates her more. Yes, there are people that genuinely dislike her... There are also people that are just trying to give her critique, trying to see what is wrong and why she should stop or be more mindful in what she says and does.

These allegations are just getting more and more serious and while I'm now more of a neutral party - if this turns out to be true, she needs to be held responsible. We did not offer Shane Dawson that kindness. This is going to be a big mess and we are in the eye of the goddamn storm. I will bring more update when I learn more information....

I do know that a lot of people that support and love her...

And that we need to realize while we adore her and believe that she is a warm, kind person....

We truly don’t know her.

Especially from the other sides of our screens.

~ Dari

Edit (8/29/20 @ 2:17PM): YY has made a Patreon post with visual/video proof. The apparent screenshot sharer is her friend and the both of them debunked they even shared a convo like that. They have continued speaking even after the posting of those screenshots? It was apparently meant to doxx said friend on top of that.

katsuki you slick bastard (¬‿¬)