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@falinfromthedungeon
I have been raped and S/A’d by @grace-lillith on here, or Lilly Walker
Numerous times. By coercion, and while I was under the influence of over the counter melatonin and I was in no condition to consent
I am doing what I can legally right now to hold her accountable, since the initial rape happened in November.
I am working with a lawyer, as I have said and as advised by my parents, to do what I can legally to possibly prosecute her.
Gonna be more active here and on instagram. I FINALLY RELEASED MY CHAINS THAT TIKTOK SHACKLED UPON ME AND DELETED MY ACCOUNT AND THE APP
Got banned from Twitter for making this
I'm alive
New content of shigaraki x my OC will be up soon I projmise
It’s a shame I’m gonna turn this into porn later
Margaret’s Zelle plus the reference I used
Hi I’m alive. I recently got a new drawing pad so I’ll do doing some art
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Junko x Shigaraki fic will be started on tomorrow.
Hey guys!!! I just got the voice mail!!! I don’t have cancer!!!!!!!!! AAGAHAGAHAHAHHAHAGGAHAHAH
Hey chat. Serious post fo today.
I am currently fixing to make arrangements for an appointment to get screened for cancer due to a bad report of an abnormality in my ovaries. It runs in my family which is why I, as of right now, am fucking terrified.
I recently got wrongfully fired from my job. And I, again, as of right now, and broke as fuck and am trying to find the right lawyer.
Even a fucking dollar would help and will go towards gas money for appointments if the worse comes to worse.
If you can’t donate, please spread the word.
Venmo is a digital wallet that lets you make and share payments with friends. You can easily split the bill, cab fare, or much more. Downloa
Thank you :’)
IT WAS A FUCKING CYST!!!
This is a deeply personal topic that might be triggering to many, it's about my groomer so just becareful before u decide to read I guess
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Jayden Eoghen (@the.punk_king), formerly on TikTok, was a cis woman who masqueraded as a trans man in order to lure in young trans people, mostly between the ages of 12–15, who had recently come out and had little to no support. This happened back in 2020. Jayden claimed to be 17 on all of their content and platforms, but in reality, they were 23.
I am one of three victims that I know of. I was a young trans femme, recently turned 14, going by a different preferred name than I do now. There was also Ashton, a young trans masc who was 12 at the time—we don’t know each other anymore and I don’t know if he’s changed his name—and Sam, a trans masc who was 14 and lived in the same state as Jayden.
Jayden referred to Sam as his favorite. We know that Jayden was able to get away with psychical sexual abuse kn Sam for atleast 2 years.
My TikTok at the time was @Pansexual_Lucifer, and I appeared in some of Jayden’s now-deleted videos. I still remember Sam’s old username too I dont know if that would help he also appeared often in person in many kf Jayden’sold videos. Jayden did horrible things to us, and it still affects me every single day. It’s been really hard to talk about.
My parents, who weren’t supportive to begin with, used what happened as justification for more transphobia. They said I was brainwashed and showed me even less support than I had before. There was brainwashing—but not about being trans. That was just how Jayden got to us. What they liked about us was that we had no one else to run to.
It’s been almost five years now as of next month, and I still get scared every time I get a call from a California number. I don’t know if Jayden’s out of jail. I don’t know how long they were sentenced to. I don’t even know their real name—my parents never told me. I know I keep calling them "he" even though Jayden didn’t use those pronouns in real life, only online, and not because they were closeted. I’m just used to referring to them that way still.
All I want is closure. I’ve been trying for years to find out who they really were—just to know if I’m safe. If he’s out. If he remembers me. If he’s looking for me.
The only trace of Jayden left online is a podcast he released shortly before his arrest. That’s it. Everything else is gone.
If anyone out there remembers him, has archived content, knows his real name, or has any idea what happened to him legally, please send something—anything—my way.
Thank you for reading this. Please help if you can.
Hopefully this sums up all the info well enough it's like my third time re writing it
I’m alive I promise
RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.
Yumiko had been in her room laying down and playing around on her phone when she got the message from Dabi. She looked at the text, and furrowed her brows.
‘You don’t have friends. But okay.’
She sat up after sending her message, and pulled on a pair of slippers before heading downstairs to the bar. She slipped past Tomura and opened the door for the pair, eyeing Dabi before offering a small smile and wave to Junko.
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Tomura was fairly irritated when Yumiko suddenly popped up downstairs and walked past him without saying anything. He glared at the back of her head for a moment, about to ask her what she was doing before he saw her open the door. He looked displeased to see Dabi, but quickly his gaze shifted to the figure beside him.
“Dabi, who the hell are you bringing here? This place is supposed to be secret, remember?” Tomura hated when the others would bring in outsiders without his approval, but at least this outsider looked useful.
Dabi- I have plenty of friends dipshit
Dabi had texted Yumiko.
He snickered. “You’ll like her, I promise, and besides, she’s more than capable to join too if you’d like. Her quirk is pretty gnarly too.”
Junko glared at Dabi, “왜 나를 이 일로 데려가는 거야” She cursed at him. She huffed softly.
Dabi was sort of known for bringing her into things she never wanted to be a part of. Junko sighed, looking at both of the two, including Shigaraki.
As Yumiko waved to Junko, she nervously waved back. She seemed nice.
“And what is her quirk exactly?” Tomura cocked his head to the side as he looked Junko up and down, an unreadable expression on his face. He motioned for the duo to come forward, and Yumiko quickly grabbed Dabi’s wrist and tugged him into the bar, soon motioning for Junko to follow them. At least one of the leaders seemed to like Junko so far.
As Yumiko pulled Dabi into the bar, she leaned towards Junko so the guys couldn’t hear her. “Just be.. not an asshole and he’ll get along with you pretty decently.” She whispered to the other woman.
“I-I can turn things into dry ice from the inside out.” She says. Junko nods at Yumiko’s advice.
She looks up at Shigaraki.
“By then, I can just put enough force on them it’ll shatter then and then they will dissipate into the air.” She says.
“Do… you want me to demonstrate?” She asks innocently.
RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.
Yumiko had been in her room laying down and playing around on her phone when she got the message from Dabi. She looked at the text, and furrowed her brows.
‘You don’t have friends. But okay.’
She sat up after sending her message, and pulled on a pair of slippers before heading downstairs to the bar. She slipped past Tomura and opened the door for the pair, eyeing Dabi before offering a small smile and wave to Junko.
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Tomura was fairly irritated when Yumiko suddenly popped up downstairs and walked past him without saying anything. He glared at the back of her head for a moment, about to ask her what she was doing before he saw her open the door. He looked displeased to see Dabi, but quickly his gaze shifted to the figure beside him.
“Dabi, who the hell are you bringing here? This place is supposed to be secret, remember?” Tomura hated when the others would bring in outsiders without his approval, but at least this outsider looked useful.
Dabi- I have plenty of friends dipshit
Dabi had texted Yumiko.
He snickered. “You’ll like her, I promise, and besides, she’s more than capable to join too if you’d like. Her quirk is pretty gnarly too.”
Junko glared at Dabi, “왜 나를 이 일로 데려가는 거야” She cursed at him. She huffed softly.
Dabi was sort of known for bringing her into things she never wanted to be a part of. Junko sighed, looking at both of the two, including Shigaraki.
As Yumiko waved to Junko, she nervously waved back. She seemed nice.
Tomura: *Wearing his compression shirt* What in the world are you so googly eyed for?
Junko: 나는 당신의 가슴을 응시하고 있습니다
Tomura: You better be lucky I don’t even know a single word of Korean but I love you anyways.
"dabi without his scars" "shigaraki without his skin condition" "todoroki without his scar" okay you can just say you hate skin that isnt perfect and go. no one likes you
EXACTLY
I got my gf to start thirsting over Shigaraki too
She gets it.
I got her to truly get it.
I didn’t think I would get this far
