okay. okay. okay. i’m just gonna scream this into the void because apparently a single goddamn screenshot of me thinking creatively has metastasized into a full-blown internet circus and now i’m here holding the remains of my dignity in one trembling hand and a cup of cold coffee in the other.
the rp idea? yes. it involved adults. adults. nothing sinister. nothing illegal. nothing aimed at anyone who didn’t consent. it was a fantasy, a sparkling, weird little magical realism concept that literally nobody should have lost sleep over, and yet here we are, with people acting like i personally summoned a demon into their dashboards. scroll past it. mute me. burn your eyes out. i literally do not care. but stop turning my whimsical brain vomit into some public clown show.
and the speed at which my harmless little idea was twisted into a joke? unbelievable. it was instantaneous. like someone hit “laugh at me” on repeat in a cosmic joke machine. nobody asked me anything. nobody tried to understand. they just ripped me into pieces in the middle of their reblog chain like i’m some kind of digital pinata. and yes, it stung. yes, it feels like someone shoved a cactus in my chest and laughed while i tried to breathe.
i’m not angry. well. maybe i am a little. maybe my soul is a flaming inferno right now. but mostly i’m utterly horrified by how casually people can dehumanize someone for a few cheap notes. i was literally sharing an idea. an idea. an innocuous, fantastical, weird-ass, magical nonsense idea. and suddenly i’m a villain in some imaginary morality play written by bored strangers.
so let me scream this into the void again for clarity: i am allowed to be weird. i am allowed to create strange, surreal, goblin-fairy-cursed nonsense. i am allowed to enjoy shapeshifters, curses, magical bodies, impossible creatures, whimsical absurdity, the whole chaotic buffet of fantasy imagination. my concept was not a crime. it was not shocking. it was simply… different. and apparently that is a capital offense now.
i’m not defending myself to strangers. i’m not explaining my creativity to people who weren’t even in the conversation before they decided to dunk on me. i’m just asking, begging really, that people stop misrepresenting me. stop turning harmless fantasy into grotesque caricature. stop making my brainwaves your entertainment.
to the kind humans who actually reached out: you are angels in human skin. to everyone else: enjoy your dopamine hit while i reconstruct my mental framework from the ashes of your laughter.
i’m closing this chapter. i’m returning to the people who get it. i’m not shrinking. i’m not silencing. i’m not letting a few bored, joyless trolls convince me that my imagination is a weapon. this is my space. my hobby. my creative outlet. my chaotic, unhinged, magical little corner of the universe, and i will defend it with my teeth, my fingers, and probably some small, unnecessary yelling. 🩷
