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factorialsotherfandoms · 6 months

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(More Lucie lives OPQ au because fuck it I have the best copium.)

The director's computer is easy enough to find, situated at the big fancy desk instead on the rows below. Lucie is not quite sure why it is in the computer room and not his office but, well, the computers are all on an intranet so even if they are wrong, this will work, it will just take a little longer.

Getting in is easy enough - they found his password earlier - but the files they want... Protected, of course, and it needs cracking before she can copy them.

That's what her decryption software is for, at least.

A quick check and, while the employee computers have USB ports in the side of the screens, the main one requires actually accessing the tower.

Annoying, but doable.

She pulls the correct flash drive - orange - from her lanyard, and waves Jeffrey over.

"Plus this in for me?"

"Er, sure, any specific slot?"

"A USB one."

There's a momentary staring match which follows her sass, which she of course wins as Jeffrey ducks down, and plugs it in. The other three are off, somewhere, looking for evidence and making some distraction - the walkie talkie is silent, so they're either dead or safe.

The 'installing device driver software' alert pops up in the corner, and Lucie shakes the thought away.

A few seconds later, it's ready.

"Thanks." She navigates through to the command panel, and boots the hacking software up. As soon as it is going she pulls her arms back, letting her shoulders settle against the back of her wheelchair once more.

"Is it done?" Jeffrey asks, hands fiddling with his knife as he stands watch by the door.

"Ten minutes," Lucie replies. "It does not need me here while it works."

"Right..."

Jeffrey sticks his head into the corridor, looking quickly side to side before ducking back in, "can't see any trouble. We should wait here."

"Oui," Lucie maneuvers over to one of the other computers, wriggling the mouse in the hopes of finding anything interesting.

"Er, Lucie?" Jeffrey asks.

"It's fine," she finds nothing on the first, and moves on to a second. "We should gather information, no?"

"Sure, I guess."

Lucie catches him fiddling with something in his pocket, and can only pray it is not another hamster. How her boys survive these missions without her she honestly has no idea.

She leaves him be, and quickly flicks through the second computer. There are a few research reports and data tables - she grabs a second flash drive, and quickly copies those across - and then... An email alert pops up in the corner.

She would leave it - she should leave it - except that the subject line reads "Situation D'Urgence!" and is marked as important.

The text of the email is all in French. She skims over it quickly, expecting a security notification about a break in, and instead... Something about neonatal specimens escaping confinement, a hunt, all human workers to evacuate immediately as per containment breech protocol.

"Jeffrey?" she asks as she clicks it open. "What did the others say they were doing?"

"Looking for specimens," he replies. "More fetuses in jars. That sort of thing."

A thought occurs, and she starts searching the reports.

"I think they found them," she says. "Emergency all staff alert. Something escaped."

"Escaped? What do you mean escaped? This was supposed to be a safe mission!"

She ignores Jeffrey's panicked screeching, quickly searching the documents for the terms she saw. In one she finds photographs from a dissection of the creatures.

Babies her ass.

"Jeffrey," she cuts across him. "The babies are not babies."

"What do you- Oh."

Labeled as néonatal, the figures are still the size of an adult human. Maybe they were even human once; it is hard to tell, with the leathery skin of their chests pulled aside, so the workers might photograph their organs. The five inch long talons, the extended teeth, the scaled black wings - all of that is labelled in explicate detail, too. Lucie is a little thankful everything is in black and white, but adds the images folder on this computer onto her flash drive just in case the originals are still there. The photos looked old, distorted and grainy, though, so maybe not.

But then why not do better dissections themselves?

"Those? Those are the /babies/?" Jeffrey asks.

Lucie points to the labels, "yes."

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, um," Jeffrey grabs his walkie talkie, clicking it to speak. "Um, guys?"

"Not fucking now, pizza boy," Benito sounds out of breath. "Wait, no, grab Lucie and get out of here."

In the background, Lucie can hear the distorted sounds of a fight.

"Doc?" he asks again.

"Not now!" Benito replies, and someone in the back screams.

Nothing else comes.

Lucie quickly turns back to the reports, skimming through them.

"Lucie? We... We should go," Jeffrey says, glancing at the door.

She turns her wheelchair to glance over at the main computer, checking the processing bar. It's less complete than it should have been. Merde, there must be something complicated about the encryption.

She pulls the flash drive from this computer, clipping it back onto the lanyard under her shirt.

She should go. A fight has broken out, and she is a liability to the team like this.

But, nobody else understands the decryption software - she's tried to teach them, but it just never sticks. And the French, nobody else speaks it, and all the documents here seem written in it. If they need a password finding...

Maybe they should have delayed the investigation until the Order could have found another hacker and another French speaker, leaving Lucie with her usual job as mission control. But... But people had been disappearing, and her boys had traced everything to here, and there /should not have been anything dangerous here at 3am on a Sunday/.

But, she had made her choice a week ago when they denied the assistance and set Emi up as mission control (well, agreed to leave her at their Order-supplied office with a phone, energy drinks, cand the coursework the now teenager has due Monday), and her choice was still her choice.

Lucie snatches Jeffrey's walkie talkie away.

"The software needs more time," she tells the other group. "I'm sending Jeffrey to you. Don't worry about me."

She then pulls the battery pack out of it - not wanting to hear the objections - and shoves both parts back.

"Run," she says. "They need you. I'll hide."

"But-"

Lucie makes sure to run over his toes as she turns and looks for a large enough cupboard.

"Come back here once you're done," she says. "I'll be fine. Don't get bit."

Jeffrey calls for her, but she ignores him. She sees him hesitate, but... Well she pulls open the door to the locker.

It's... Mostly equipment, but on a shelf is a bag of... blood?

The door slams as Jeffrey leaves; Lucie looks at the locker, pulls the blood bag off the shelf, tape and scissors from her bag, and takes a deep breath.

She has to be careful, and no matter how careful she is, it might fucking hurt.

She turns her wheelchair ninety degrees, until it faces another wall, and turns it off. With a huge amount of tape she forces the joystick to forwards, then lifts up the arm.

She undoes her seat-belt, and shifts her weight to the side.

Falling hurts, falling is noisy, she's pretty sure she slams her shoulder on the metal, but it is the best option she has. She drags herself about, cutting open the blood bag and pouring it all over her wheelchair - an obvious suggestion of what might have occurred here. The arm is a little high, but she manages to pull it down. A little more blood is smeared along it, but that is fine; she turns on the power, and lets it go.

Getting a replacement will be an ass, but dying would be worse.

With her wheelchair gone she can pull her remaining, useless leg into the locker with the rest of her.

She gives it one moment, then another, as agony shakes up her injured spine.

And then Lucie reaches out, and pulls shut the doors.

Some of the lab coats in the locker fall on her, but all the better. She curls up at the base as best she can, ear to the wood and one eye squinting through the crack under the door.

She keeps still, she keeps silent, she refuses to die.

It's harder, though, in the dark locker, without a radio or a headset or anyone nearby. Every creak is a monster, every echo is gunfire, every groaning pipe the death of one of her boys.

Every second is a memory of a time she would rather forget, of being hunted, quiet, a child at her side and a monster's claws through her spine.

She breathes only through her nose.

She watches, and waits.

And waits.

Something drops from the ceiling, and she stifles a gasp. If she moves, if she makes even a sound, she is a sitting duck.

One, two, three of the creatures from the dissection photos are there, but thinner, warped, stretched out. They sniff the air, turning this way and that.

One looks dead at the locker.

Lucie stops breathing.

It turns away.

They are slow, they are smelling, until all at once they leap in to a frenzy. They leap on her wheelchair, ripping it apart with their claws and their teeth, sucking on the foam cushions where the blood has seeped in.

She thinks, somewhat manically, about how they're certainly helping look like she was eaten.

Slowly, slowly, slowly she inches up her hands, covering her ears so she does not have to listen to claws on steel.

Did she get blood on her hands?

Dear god, she hopes she did not get blood on her hands. From the frenzy, from the frenzy she thinks they can smell it..

The monsters howl, and anger seems to shake the very building itself.

She is going to die.

Lucie is absolutely certain that she is going to die as one, two, three monsters turn towards the cupboard.

(She is going to die, and she can only hope that her boys were not stupid enough to come back for her, that they took the paperwork the group found earlier and escaped.)

One steps closer.

(They needed her French and her computer skills, but they could have waited for the Order to send someone else to join the team. They could have waited, they should have waited.)

The others step closer.

(If Lucie dies now, she dies knowing she has saved someone, that her death gets the Order the information they need to save other people from her fate.)

All three move closer.

(It's a better death, she thinks, than the one she should have had in Greenland.)

And closer.

(It's a better death.)

And closer.

(She is still)

And closer.

(fucking)

And closer.

(terrified)

And closer...

One puts its hand on the locker door, and Lucie reminds herself not to breathe. It's the only thing she can think now - don't breathe, don't breathe, don't breathe -

Somewhere else in the facility, another monster screams. The three who remained straighten up, frozen for a moment, before scampering away.

Lucie still holds her breath until her vision turns black, only then letting it out as a slow sigh.

Alive, alive, alive.

Now stay hidden, stay safe, don't cause more problems than you are already being.

She knows, she knows her boys would not agree with that, that bringing someone they didn't know and trust here would have been worse, that if they delayed innocent people - more innocent than she has ever been - will die.

It doesn't stop her feeling like it curled up, and alone, in the bottom of a locker and hunted by monsters.

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It feels like hours before Lucie hears another noise, though her careful count says only fifteen minutes.

It starts with the door creaking open, and a quiet whisper of "Lucie?"

She would sob in relief to hear Diego, if she was not so terrified, if she was not still waiting to die.

She screws up her eyes, and tries to remember how to breathe.

"Lucie!" Diego's next call is panicked, desperate. "No, no, no, no, Lucie? Lucie!"

He saw her wheelchair.

He must have seen her wheelchair.

How can she...

"Diego?" she manages to whisper.

It doesn't seem enough, and her mouth isn't working, so she slams her hand on the metal door.

It cuts Diego quiet.

"Lucie?" he whispers.

"Here," she whispers back.

She doesn't think he hears her, though, because he still moves carefully towards the locker. He seems hesitant as he opens it, creaking the door open so, so slowly...

Lucie throws off the lab coat she was hidden under, and reaches for him.

Diego kneels, and hugs her, and she clings as tightly back as she possibly can.

They stay like that for a moment, shaking and clinging and revelling in each other's presence, before Diego pulls a little away.

"I can't carry you far," Diego says. "Do you mind if-"

"Just call him," it's still hard to talk, fear still crushes her lungs, but Lucie tries.

Diego scoops her into his arms, and calls for Luis by name.

All three of her other boys poke their head around the door, though Luis is the only one who comes through. Jeffrey gives her a nervous wave, Lucie gives him a thumbs up back. Benito takes Luis' shotgun, and points it down the hallway.

Luis looks from Lucie in Diego's arms, to the wheelchair, and back again.

"You have need of a Super Mexican Lift?" he asks her, words joking but eyes serious.

"I just need my flash drive," she gestures to the main computer, where the software is finally, finally done.

Thank god she wrote it to decrypt then copy everything that had been in encrypted folders, rather than waiting for her to select folders herself. It does mean more shit porn to sort through later, but she doesn't want to wait.

Luis goes to the computer, and looks, "errr..."

"Diego?" Lucie sighs. "Could you-?"

Diego carries her over to the computer, just close enough to lean over and complete the last few operations herself. The twisting hurts, but she would never forgive herself if they failed only /now/.

"Go round the back, and pull out the orange thing," she says, once everything is properly closed.

"Yes, ma'am," Luis half-teases as he does what he's told. It takes him a moment to find the right one, but he unplugs it, flicks the extension back into the case, and hands it over.

Lucie clips it back onto her lanyard, and reaches out.

It's a little complicated to get her from Diego's arms to Luis' back, but together they manage it. She has to cling tight, and Luis has to hold her leg and her stump in place, but they manage.

"Right," Benito sees Lucie is still shaken, and so he takes control. "I want to get the fuck out of here before more of those shits get out. So /I/ am going to open doors for you two and call Emi to get us a cab, while you two can do a final sweep and meet us outside."

"Why us?" Jeffrey pouts as he says it. "You have the shotgun."

"I didn't see you making a plan. Are you going to make Lucie sweep the building?"

"Sure," Lucie leans her head a bit more to the side, just so she can glower at Benito. "Let me just find my legs. Oh, wait, the fuckers ate it."

She earns a small laugh from Diego, at least; it is enough.

Somehow they get outside unaccosted - probably because it is half past three on a Sunday morning, and Luis has already taken out the security team. Benito calls Emi, who they all know won't actually be working on her coursework no matter what she promised. They take burner phones on missions, yes, for emergencies, but cabs want payment details, and it is not worth the risk of their escapades being chased back to them; Emi receives the call on the office landline, then calls them a taxi from her mobile. At least they only need a taxi this time - easy enough to say her parents were out with friends and her mother's wheelchair broke and the repair company will get that in the morning but everyone needs home - not an ambulance.

Lucie remembers calling an ambulance for her boys. She wouldn't wish that fear on anyone, let alone her daughter.

The cab comes, and the driver's questions are easy enough to lie about. Diego ends up napping against the window on the short ride home, while Jeffrey may as well be a skin suit of bees for all his vibrating. It's interesting to see this side, how they stop, how they calm down.

Emi meets them near the Order with a transport chair, and Diego wakes up enough to help Lucie into it. Someone else has to push the stupid thing, but it is cheap, and it gives her a way out of bed until a new one can be delivered.

Luis ends up pushing it on their walk home, as Diego is still mostly asleep.

"What happened to your wheelchair anyway?" Emi asks.

"I used it as bait," Lucie replies, sounding more confident in her plan than she had been at the time. "I meant it to look like the monsters ate me already if they were clever, but maybe I used too much blood as they ate it instead. Oops."

Diego gives a slightly pained whine; Lucie reaches up, and takes one of his hands. She squeezes it, and he squeezes back.

"They ate your wheelchair," Emi frowns. "Gross."

For some reason, the comment makes Lucie giggle. Maybe its how late it is, maybe it's the adrenaline crash, but she giggles none the less.

"I told you throwing blood bags on the wall would work," Jeffrey complains. "But nobody ever listens to me."

"It's fine, nobody died," Benito shrugs. "Pretty sure the worst injury was pizza boy here running into a locked door."

"Hey! You ran into it too!"

"Yes, well, we all know Doc doesn't have a brain to concuss," Lucie offers.

It draws laughter from the rest of the group as well.

Success.

Abuelita is waiting for them at the house, hurrying everyone into the house with hot chocolate and blankets. Lucie is helped onto the significantly more comfortable couch, everyone knowing she will sleep there tonight if she sleeps at all. The boys stay around, in the chairs or on the floor, while Emi is shooed off to her actual bedroom.

Luis gets some hard looks about it, too, but Abuelita softens when Lucie reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Did you find what you needed?" is all she asks of the group.

They all look to Lucie.

"I'll check in the morning," she yawns, shuffling to find the most comfortable position. "Someone else can write the report."

She doesn't want to think about it just now. All she wants to think about is the sound of Abuelita putting on some late night game show and settling into /her/ armchair, of Emi putting music on upstairs and definitely not sleeping just yet, and of her idiot boys all safe and nearby.

#opq fanfic #opq lucie #opq ensemble #alternate universe #lucie lives au

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aeide-thea · 10 months

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my feelings abt the latest @staff post, point by point:

their efforts to convert visitors into new users mostly don't affect our experience, although they do make our blogs less accessible to the public which like. i don't love on principle but ultimately can shrug off, bc really i'm here for my mutuals'/followers' reactions to the things i post, not for the consumption of strangers who don't provide any feedback?

the bit about wanting to make sure they're "presenting fresh and relevant content tailored to the user’s diverse interests during each session" is concerning to me, because (while the language there is so vague that it requires some interpretive guesswork, which of course might be wrong) i can't help thinking, does that mean that if they run out of content to serve me which was posted by users i actually follow, they'll start supplementing with content recommended by the "algorithmic ranking capabilities" they're looking to improve, like a bad netflix search? very yikes if so.

i actually do agree with them that "the current way that conversations work on Tumblr across replies and reblogs is confusing." the point about "[e]xplor[ing] the feasibility of removing duplicate reblogs within a user’s Following feed" does concern me a little, but i'm hoping they realize that reblogs of the same post with eg different tag commentary aren't in fact duplicates. and frankly the idea of reply sections that aren't just one giant undifferentiated bin, such that someone @s you in the notes of a popular post and you then literally can't find their message because it's gotten buried, sounds potentially good to me!

the creator-related points seem—maybe okay, maybe less okay? like, "[g]et[ting] creators’ new content in front of people who are interested in it" seems potentially positive, depending on how they define 'interested'—i'm open to finding out what they mean by that. but if it's an algorithm thing you can't opt out of, which the comment about "the outdated decision to only show content from followed blogs on the main dashboard feed ('Following')" would rather seem to suggest… that definitely concerns me.

the bit about "patterns that encourage users to keep returning to Tumblr" is totally fine, imo. all they're actually talking about in that section is (1) push notifications and (2) emails, and (1) while i personally like getting notified when mutuals post, you can turn notifications off if you don't like that, and (2) emails can always be filtered on the receiving end, if nothing else. so that's ignorable.

ultimately i think like. i definitely get the sense that they're looking to move towards a more algorithmic approach, which does concern me, but i feel like whether that's bearable depends on (1) whether they let existing users, at least, opt out, and (2) how intrusive it is? like, i've periodically looked at the 'for you' tab on purpose! it's just that ime it isn't very good! but like, a 'for you' tab that was more successfully interesting to me, and still cordoned-off rather than integrated into the main feed necessarily, could be a positive, potentially. on the other hand, if they want to go full-twitter? that would probably be unlivable. so we'll see, i guess! trying not to borrow trouble too far in advance.

#tbh really what they should probably do is set up a system where you can pay to opt out of the algorithm…#like. i WOULD actually pay for that‚ probably‚ albeit resentfully‚ and i bet other people would too #whereas the whole 'get people to pay for ad-free even though free ad blockers exist' approach was imo always doomed to fail #metatumbling

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anderwhohn · 2 years

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@smokedanced asked: Who is your favorite character who you do not write? / Pet peeves? / Are you easily distracted when doing replies/asks? Or are you “in the zone?”

💌 Mun Questions [ meme - accepting ]

Who is your favorite character who you do not write?

Did you mean "who you do not write yet?", because let's face it: if I like a character enough, chances are I may decide to add them eventually, as can be seen by the fact of the recent new muses I've added.

Though for ones I don't see myself writing (except maybe in brief moments as an NPC, since I do write fanfic so I'm familiar with writing way more characters in general than I would actually write in rp):

Mass Effect Trilogy: Grunt

Mass Effect Andromeda: Cora Harper

Dragon Age Origins: Wynne

Dragon Age 2: Anders

Dragon Age Inquisition: Cole

Good Omens: Aziraphale

Ghostbusters: Janine Melnitz

Pet peeves?

Just to name a few:

people not reading the rules and/or other info before following and/or interacting

people throwing tantrums over other people setting firm boundaries, especially where things like accessibility is concerned

anyone putting deadlines on how fast you 'have to' reply/interact/follow back/etc, as if everyone has the same schedules or even ability to function under such deadlines

an overall lack of compassion and understanding for those with additional needs beyond most able bodied and minded people in the rpc; accessibility in general is a huge problem between formatting of posts, themes, and pages, as well as social demands that not everyone is able to meet and so those who can't meet the expectations of those without disabilities of any kind often have our boundaries and limitations tested or outright blatantly ignored

Are you easily distracted when doing replies/asks? Or are you “in the zone?”

I have ADHD, so distraction happens unless I manage to get hyperfocused on a reply, but it will often only last for one reply at a time - which is how sometimes I can manage to put out a 1500 word reply in 15 minutes or less, while other times a 300 word or fewer reply takes me nearly an hour.

It helps, now that I write in scrivener as opposed to directly into the drafts, because I can't immediately see any notifications that pop up, though I do get audio notifications for anything that pushes to my email, but those are fairly easy to just glance at the notification on my phone to see what it is then get back to writing rather than getting distracted by ending up on the dash view only to get caught up in reading and scrolling.

#smokedanced #long dark teatime of the soul ( ooc replies )#there was a point to this story ( answered )

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imissyoual · 11 months

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I don't know what to do without you. It feels daunting having to find something else to fill the time I would usually be talking to you and I don't like the thought of it being filled with boring things. I don't like the thought of me just filling the time and feeling numb. So many things remind me of you and I'm torn between looking through all our old stuff to fill the void and avoiding it completely because it hurts. This is very dramatic and this shouldn't be dependent on you. I know that and I am happy for you moving forward. It just feels so final and you are who I've been going to for everything for years. You were the first person I talked to when I woke up and the last person I talked to before going to bed. You were the first person to know almost every important thing and who I went to for comfort. You talked me through panic attacks and stress and I was looking forward to all the things we'd do this year but none of that might even happen. The closest thing was Pride. I was talking to you throughout my first Pride parade last year and I thought I'd be doing the same this year but now it looks like I won't be. I miss you. It's alright for me to mourn my loss, even if it's not a full loss, because you'll still come back, although a part of me is afraid you won't. I've had other online best friends I never talk to anymore and I miss them too but they never meant as much to me as you do.

I am so glad I still have L. They're my rock and my love and I really appreciate them and maybe I'm being dramatic about this, maybe it won't be as bad as I feel like it will be. And maybe you'll still talk to me, just less. Time will tell how this will go but time feels daunting right now. I have to fill out an application for an apartment and soon I will have to apply for a job and it's so hard to think I'll be doing that stuff without having you there to talk to. But it's your right and I want you to do this. I want you to move forward with your life in the direction you want to go and if that means I have to talk to you less I will gladly do that for you (not that I have a choice). You were patient with me as college got harder and I will be patient with you, wait for you, and always, always welcome you back. I love you.

I keep holding my breath when I see Discord notifications hoping you have gotten back online to reply to my messages one last time. I just hate that I didn't get to actually talk to you. Just read your messages and send you mine. I know you saw some of them because you emoji reacted to them, which I appreciate. I wish you'd do that to the more recent ones, though, because I'm concerned about you not getting my new email address and trying to send something to the other one that I can't be sure I'll receive because its storage is full. I'm trying to clear it but it's not working well, so I'm concerned. Also, if you're not asleep already I know now is when you'd be going to bed and I wish I could be saying goodnight to you like I usually do. I miss you.

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aspecsoflove · 11 months

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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GOING ON A HIATUS

Thanks to everyone who's taken the time out to read my posts and has enjoyed it so far. It's really been fun and entertaining exchanging thoughts and having these much deeper ship discussions.

I thought this issue was gonna go away but I woke up this morning to more people messaging me about finding my last video analysis on several other platforms without appropriate credit.

But that's not disturbing. The disturbing part is the people sliding into people's DM'S on other platforms to get them to take down my video because they don't want people sharing my content on other platforms as they believe it would only make my blog popular.

For those worried about this whole credit business, thanks for showing this much concern for me? I really appreciate the love and concern if it's from a genuine place of concern. Thank you...

I think some of you already know this by now or might have figured it out, I am a law student, I am very much well aware what is and what isn't within my rights? Lol

I honestly didn't see this whole credit thingy as a big deal. It's not. Not to me. Lol. I repost people's photos without credit too all the time. Often, it's because I don't know who to credit and most time my lazy ass just forgets to. Lol. I think it's normal? It's inconsequential I mean.

The videos I use are usually often water marked by the appropriate owners so I don't go through the hustle of figuring this whole credit business out. If I should decide to come back here again I will check that habit of mine?

While this whole credit business is not a big deal to me, malicious slander and defamation to my character is and I don't take it lightly.

It has been brought to my attention that some Jikookers from Tumblr have since been sliding into people's DM's on other platforms asking them to take down my video and or remove the credit they give to my post.

They are telling people I am problematic, calling me the Taekook Lives of the Jikook community. That I have been spreading lies about Jikook, that the Jikook Tumblr community hates me or something like that and to further caricaturize me and make me appear more evil in order to get people to turn on me and hate me, they make up the most ridiculous lies about me claiming that I believe a notorious serial killer is innocent.

Now I have since deleted my YT account because I don't want my colleagues to find out I am into shipping too lol- shipping is a guilty pleasure of mine and I know how this fandom works unfortunately. I've been a silent part of it since 2014. I mean it's started already. The Doxing and shit.

The original post under which these replies are from couldn't save sadly as my account has been deleted but you can see from my notifications the general feel of what my interests outside shipping looks like.

I am interested in a myriad of topics, from literature, Aliens, writing, Harry Potter, history, activism, advocacy, philosophy, law, politics, NASA, and mystery and murder among other things.

My quora is mostly filled with notifications from my Book community and True crime community and often I do share my thoughts and answer questions with regards to the psychology of murderers, legal evidence, notorious villains in literature- well I guess now you know the kind of lawyer I want to be if and when I'm able to complete law school.

But what has my interest in these topics got to do with Jikook and shipping please?? How does this prove I hate Jikook and spread lies about them?

This Kookie Min Monsta person slipped into someone's DMS and asked the person who had put up my video analysis to take it down or discredit me because to her I am problematic. She is not the only one.

You want so bad to paint me black- no pun intended just to win an argument? You claim I am the evil malicious person here but I am not the one sliding into people's dms trying to take credit away from people for their hardwork, spreading hate and negative energy, making things up to manipulate people's perception of others and get them to hate and turn on them- and all because of A SHIP? Damn. This is pathetic.

Who died and made you the gatekeeper of the jikook shipping community? Honestly antics like these don't work on me try again.

I made a video commentary on my Booktube YT account- yes I am part of the book YouTube community as well sue me or better still slip into their inboxes and tell them I voted for Trump therefore I hate chipmunks.

The commentary I made on YT months ago was when I was in the highs of finding a new passion and it was on Ann Rule's book, The Stranger Besides Me- a true crime novel on Ted Bundy which I found so poorly written that at the end of the book it left with me wondering whether or not Ted Bundy was guilty at all!

The Author's writing style which deviates from most writing styles of True Crime novels I have read gave me trust issues as I stated in the video. It felt more as if she was writing a made up fictional novel than an actual True Crime novel but because she knew Ted Bundy in person she made it seem as if we just had to believe her account.

Then there was this whole thing about the police not being able to match the DNA samples taken from his rape victims, to his own Semen because his Semen was DNAless- in lay man's terms. I'll spare you the technicalities involved.

As I stated in that video, I do believe Ted Bundy was guilty but I do not have much faith in the Judicial system, or criminal procedures or even the Author of that book- a sentiment most people within the true crime community share as well. We just had differing views on whether the writer's style took away from the narrative and waters down on the extent of Bundy's guilt.

We had a Similar conversation about Chris Watt. If the community I was engaging in didn't have a problem with my commentary why do you? Please don't meddle in things you know nothing about. It's embarrassing.

The conversation about whether or not Ted Bundy is innocent is moot but a philosophical one. It has nothing to do with Ted Bundy's guilt but more so the criminal procedures involved in his case and the different accounts that exists surrounding his case.

He was electrocuted, he confessed to his crimes no damn person with brains would think or assume he is innocent and I never said anything of that nature drew any conclusions to that effect.

Besides, I moved on from Ted Bundy a long time ago. Now I am into the Serial Killer who writes death poems and signs it off with drawings of the size of his dick at his crime scenes- mind your own business please or don't and let's have an intellectual discourse about him? Lmho.

I am also into cat memes if you care to know and have a whole IG dedicated to cat memes. I believe human beings are the most dumbest species in all the galaxies and when the Aliens arrive I am snitching.

When my mind is at rest, I often wonder if Aliens have masculinity complex and if they do whether or not their masculinity is contingent on the size of their dicks or whether they have to engage in a battle to the death with an alien grizzly bear to determine who is the man.

I love BTS memes too- a little too much and often end up debating over the internet with random people over whether BTS memes are funnier than cat memes- I'm weird, true. But how does all of that make me a bad person?

It's crazy how these people can go on these other platforms to ask people to take down the credits to my posts as well as my posts itself but can't ask people who run to these other platforms with misinterpretations of my work to take those down.

Instead they come on here to call me out for people's interpretations of my work?? It doesn't work that way. You are the author of your own opinion and interpretation of other people's work. You don't call out the original author for someone's opinion of their work. If that were so I would be emailing Stephanie Meyer for Anna Todd and her After series. Get some education.

I have since blocked this person and others whose Tumblr I have been able to find thanks to all those that's helped me finding them on here.

My gf also tried reaching out to the persons who shared my post after we realised this was becoming an issue and had asked them to credit her or my blog- but honestly I don't care about that yet she won't give it a rest. Lol. My ride or die this one. Sigh.

However, we realized soon that this is not about 'stealing' credit- can't call someone out for not giving credit when I suck at that myself. Lol.

This is about people's malicious intentions and their attempts to silence me and take away my right to freedom of expression however way that they can. This is wrong and evil.

I honestly don't care for all these ship politics these people are engaged in. I've had enough intelligent conversations to know the distinction between arguments that flows from bruised egos and actual conversations around a subject matter.

This whole I am right, she is wrong politics... y'all get that the point of having an opinion is not to be right, right? We all cant have the same perspective and you can't call someone a liar for holding views that is different from yours. That is a bizarre mentality to have.

As I stated in my post, that content I made was a rebuttal to the Taekook theories running around on the internet alleging JK glared at Tae when he pulled on his shoulder because he was jealous Tae and Jin were having fun behind him. He wasn't. He was worried Tae was gonna expose him and JM holding hands behind Suga.

If you don't think they were holding hands then Taekookers were right and his reaction was because he was Jealous of Taejin I guess...

But thats your truth. That's not my truth. I don't believe Taekook is real. JK isn't jealous of Taejin he is not Twelve- but then again he was sneaking around behind Suga holding his boyfriend's hands so I guess he is twelve? Lol. Jikook!

Do you.

But please stop the evil malicious attacks and seek immediate help. There is such a thing as right and wrong and this is just plain wrong. Your Karma and chakra are in the negative nodes and you need to fix it. It is not funny anymore.

Thank you to everyone who has shown genuine concerns for me in the past few days and thank you so much for trying to stand up for me. There are good people on here and I have met and interacted with a lot of them and thank you so much for such a wonderful experience and insightful discussions.

I don't hate people because of our differences in thoughts, beliefs, opinions. There's always room for dissenting opinions in every sphere. At the very least, we can agree to disagree and shake on it. But You can't make up shit about people just to prove your opinion is right and their opinions and views which differ from yours are 'wrong.

I am not a victim though, and they are not bullies, psst. They are just vile pathetic human beings exposing the greens of their insides. What you do says more about who you are as a person and human being. And this is who they are.

Just be a nice decent human being. That's what this world needs. Fix whatever is broken inside of you and free your mind and spirit. Hate is never the answer.

I'm going to be away for a while because I have studies, work and other interests I want to pursue at the moment- it's just my AADD flaring up so if you see me henceforth raving about Nana at least you'd know why. Lol. She's wrecking my Jimin bias. Lmho.

Spread positivity, do the right thing, stand up for a good cause and keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Until we meet again.

Signed,

GOLDY

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