MORE OF DEBUNKING / ADDRESSING CLAIMS MADE BY DJAQ:
just to further call ridiculousness to the entire situation, we already pointed out that Djaq also copied Nova's aesthetic and it was also glossed over. to use the exact word DJAQ used. Djaq also called attention to this, here:
although that changing of aesthetics never happened did it? not that we remember, anyway. but let us bring attention back to the point at hand. Djaq knew that Nova was using church aesthetics, and yet changed all of her aesthetics to religious aesthetic as-well. which in Djaq's logic (i'm only using her own logic here, as far as she's making clear) is especially bad because she used Gaea when the Church Girl aesthetic was applied to Temperance. She could have used any muse, but of course Gaea is her favorite. but what do we know, right? Djaq is conveniently not going to take responsibility for any of her actions anyway.
Regarding the post above, I think it's safe to say Nova has retracted that statement. If you know the characters aren't too similar why does it bother you so much? why keep bringing it up, time and time again? It feels vindictive, and your behavior in the past very much highlights this. (in a situation with another mun who i will not speak about without permission, but everything is still up for you to look at on the blog: sagaiisms). in-fact regarding the aforementioned situation, Djaq was still talking about this particular situation a month after it occurred, and seemed very happy to compile everything into a neat little bow for everyone to read in warning about this individual. and the mun in question took a year long hiatus after this all went down. we do have receipts of all of this in-case the posts are deleted.
We also find this situation problematic in regards to Djaq, but we do not wish to put any additional stress on the mun in question so we will not, until further notice. But again, it's all still public record you can research if you'd like.
Djaq also went out of her way to tag Nova in a callout post referenced in a receipt we've already posted, and went through enough blogs to find ONE Nova might have forgotten to block.
Besides this not being on Nova's blog, let's just say that they were for a moment. we thought Nova was already called out by Djaq for 'copying' you or reblogging 'similar aesthetics'. If Djaq accusing Nova of copying over, and over - for years - why wouldn't she take some of the fear out of it, if it's going to keep happening anyway? regardless of the quote Nova gave us as a comment on this, where she'd like to prove Djaq is looking in on her, and in fact 'stalking' -- we empathize with the idea of just leaning into it, if it's going to be brought up again, and again, and again.
Before I go on a petty example: if Djaq feels as though this is 'stalking' and has wanted to defend herself against the stalking allegations against her (something she's brought up several times) during this debate:
well, just wednesday this happened: does this mean Djaq is 'stalking' Nova?
or do you see how fucking silly this all is? but since it's not silly to Djaq we're going to continue to document. we also have these from the previous post:
we won't talk about the claim of not giving something 'fanfare' while also making an 'entire ass callout blog' (i'm sorry that Djaq has been labelled a danger, however she has literally tried, and in one case, succeeded for a while, to run people off the site. and she makes a big fanfare out of their cancellation because they did something SHE PERSONALLY didn't appreciate.
admittedly, yes. by a year. because you made her in 2018.
no they haven't and neither have the debunking we've done of your own claims.
but Djaq also felt that way. It's again been addressed but we'll crop the screenshot for reference below:
so when Nova says it it's wrong, however it seems fine that Djaq seemed to say the same thing. so did she lie about them being similar, or did she just say it as well?
and just going back to this screenshot for a different point: those in the heading are both the same thing. the italics does not change the definition.
doesn't muutos also use that ellipses? wouldn't it make more sense for nova to get that from her fiancé?
just one more point to make. Temperance is a baker, and Djaq wants to say that their two characters aesthetics are 'too similar'. however, has written this in a thread before:
we hate to make such childish points however based on what we're dealing with, we merely wish to point out the hypocrisy of the entire situation. more to come. @whorrcr @thewhorrcrs
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𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳, long machete twirled once in his hand, held tight between rough fingers and palm in case he needed to use it. ‘ that’s exactly what the bad guy would say, ’ finley sniffs, looking and sounding less than serious, but he isn’t the man to hesitate, should jack try something. camera, still switched on, sits on the floor behind them, pointed at their feet. ‘ c’mon, man- i don’t even know you! i can’t just trust you. that’d be stupid. ’
╰ * 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 : @sagaiisms ⧽ ‘ i’m on your side. ’
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@sagaiisms monster boi
he could feel the darkness of this place before he even set foot on the property. often, following rumors can be fruitless. one too many times his curiosity has led him to empty houses abandoned simply due to financial reasons rather than the spiritual. but this time...he can feel something negative happened here. and it isn’t just that, there’s magic here. he can detect the remnants of it, a spell, perhaps, still binding something or someone. and now as he stands at the top of the stairs leading to the basement, he can sense he isn’t alone. emil draws in a slow breath before he shines his flashlight into the dark. careful steps take him down towards the answers he seeks. “ i know someone is here, ” he speaks carefully. whatever it is, it’s powerful and he isn’t foolish enough to fuck with that kind of energy without knowing more. he draws to a halt at the bottom step, gradually sweeping the light over the room “ i don’t intend any harm. i’m just here to understand. and help, if you’ll allow it. ”
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❝ you know, like on the street, with the honk-honk and the vroom-vroom, and the no walking involved? ❞
🏰 for a randomly selected disney quote. / @sagaiisms.
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@sagaiisms said: “ i made breakfast. ”
it was the smell that had woke him up, stretching his arms and legs through the tangled sheets. he caught a whiff of coffee, and it caused him to rise as if the scent would carry him. thankfully he remembers most of the night, despite the low dizzy ache in his head. he sits, arms holding him up as he sees the woman he’d spent the night with. the morning light only seemed to intensify her beauty and momentarily he wondered if he had sleepwalked into someone else’s house. because she, was someone who dan would absolutely classify as being out of his league. she speaks, voice rich and soft like velvet running over him. but it’s also light, so familiar and casual as if it was normal for the pair.
“ it smells great. ” he clears his throat with a grumble, hair sticking this way and that as he gives her a soft smile. generous for her to have made breakfast, and at least she didn’t seem to want him to leave, just yet. that was a good sign, he knows. -- and dan’s grumbling stomach isn’t shy to taking whatever’s offered. he looks down at the floor by his side of the bed, catching sight of his clothes. “ be right there. ”
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She should wake her up. They just reached a port, after over a month at sea. Elizabeth herself was very excited about setting foot on a steady land, as she was sure Gaea would as well. Unfortunately, the girl looked so at peace when sleeping, her chest rising and falling with steady, deep breaths. A smile blossoms on Elizabeth’s face. Convincing her to join her crew was the best decision Elizabeth had ever made. Reaching out, she brushes away a strand of hair from her face, thumb ghosting over her lower lip. “ Gaea? Gaea, darling, you need to wake up. We reached the shore. ”
starter call ╳ @sagaiisms .
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hand around her throat, smile on his lips. He hovers as he pushes, prompting her to kneel. Although from the look in her eyes there wasn’t much need for prompting. Nonetheless, he enjoyed the small moment of victory with a smirk.
“ When was the last time? A week ─ a month ago? “
His thumb brushes over her lips, parting it slowly before pulling back. Leaning down and clipping a tight hand around her throat before pressing his lips flush against hers. Biting gently. Tugging on her plump bottom lip as he pulled away.
“ We can be as loud as we want this time. “
2/5 kisses : @sagaiisms .
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@sagaiisms / " it's okay. that you believed it." she's fighting the urge to pull the iv out of her arm, to run. gaea knows if she asked him to leave, he would listen but she should at least get this off her chest. considering once she was released, he probably wouldn't be waiting for her like she's become so used to. " i just didn't tell you because of the shame. i just wanted one thing that wasn't touched by my father. ruined by him. he's dead and even now ... "
hates seeing her like this . finding her all beat up & he feels it’s his fault . if he had just tried to listen to her side of everything , instead of falling mindlessly into the grasp of media . ( but his past never seemed to fail haunting him . how someone would want him for him & not just to gain something . there was no doubt with charity : she had been in it for the money . the name and the power that came with it . both had been pretty clear on how they felt tho , put on a mask of perfection for the world & rarely seen one another where they weren’t expected to be seen together . ) but with gaea . . . every moment with her had been good and surrounded by a warmth he didn’t want to let go . that he had never known before . and maybe that’s why he found it so easy to believe what they said . that everything he thought was true . that the other shoe finally dropped & the rug was pulled from beneath his feet , revealing the black hole that had always been there , ready to suck him back down .
it had been easy . but nothing about this had been . watching her like this , waiting for her to wake up . . . it felt like someone was slowly digging his heart out from his chest . broken pieces , sharp shards that had no business being there . been seated in this chair ever since she got this room , only leaving for about five minutes at the time & leaving the hospital wasn’t even an option . dark gaze shift across her bruised and battered features : air slowly exhales . something held ever since he first saw her . ❝ it’s not . ❞ why should he believe perfect strangers over her ? what they said shouldn’t have changed anything between the two , yet he let it happen . let what they have be broken . and it wasn’t okay . he leans forward , half a mind to reach for her hand : but thinks better of it . her not having him thrown out of the room seemed to be good enough for now . ❝ i’m sorry . ❞ something barely above a whisper as gaze focus upon hers : voice sincere , lacking it’s usual sarcasm . something like this should never have happened & seeing her like this , it’s not right . hands clasp into one another and he looks down , noting the way his knuckles turn pale . never really talked about the past . not in full .
❝ i never had this . ❞ what they have . had ? probably past tense now . but he wants this off his chest either way . it’s no excuse of couse . and it doesn’t make anything better at all . slight shake of his head , trying to clear his head . finally glancing up to her , jaw clench tightly . ❝ i love you . and it’s the most terrifying thing in the whole world . easier to run the other way than really feel it . ❞
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“ 𝘩𝑚𝑚, 𝑜𝘩-- 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝑛𝑜, 𝑗𝑜𝘩𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. ” Sherlock replied innocently, hoping she wouldn’t express too much disappointment. He knew mentioning his new roommate to her had been a mistake. Gaea was the kind of person who’d care about the people in his life --- it was... nice. It was an interest and concern he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of without a degree of condescension ( a la his brother, Mycroft ). If he was lucky, he wouldn’t have to worry about the two meeting for awhile. Not yet. It was too confusing still --- Sherlock had decided it was best to keep them apart until he knew more about the uncertain and conflicting feelings he was developing. “ Maybe next time, you know how doctor’s are--- they can get pulled away at a moment’s notice. ”
@sagaiisms 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟
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THIS IS A CALLOUT BLOG FOR DJAQ AKA @/WHORRCR.
djaq has been known throughout the roleplay community for several difference reasons, instances, and has hurt people. this blog is dedicated to revealing this behaviour. This individual has been present throughout the community for a number of years and has continued to show behaviours most unbecoming of a person.
We warn viewers of this content as it can be confronting, triggering and upsetting. Please proceed with caution.
known blogs past and present: whorrcr, faunashine-blog, faunahymn, glysimachia-blog, diafcros, cloudtm, herbtm, unecrth, verbalissm, sagaiisms, sagaiisms-a, elskcv, elskcv-a, nintcnhoe, inaceae, whorrcr-moved, anthizc, laetuus, chryscs, thewhorrcrs.
yours truly,
cat in the hat.
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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧. it was casual, comfortable in a way he hadn’t been in quite some time. maybe he shouldn’t have felt that way, considering he’d been pressing his luck every chance he got today. even the memory of it caused a smirk to ghost his features. in the meantime, bare feet carried him out to the kitchen. shirtless, and in all of that inked glory, unspoken declaration that he belonged to ara as much as he ever would by the skull that had taken root in his flesh, to bring them together. now, it was much more than that. every move he made was purposely placed, a subtle tease to the one sitting at the kitchen table, a show fit for the introduction to voyeurism, no doubt. he bent to retrieve something he didn’t really need, back arched for damn near perfect presentation before head was thrown over shoulder with the corner of a grin. ‘ have you thought about dinner ? ’ question, again, asked if it was innocent, like he was asking about the weather for the sake of conversation. @sagaiisms
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@sagaiisms wishlist thingy
he will never admit it, but he is always nervous settling into new assignments. especially ones which require him to give such focused contact and attention on one client. it’s easier when he sifts through shorter jobs. he likes it better. at least then, he can count on the more distasteful individuals only having to be dealt with for a small period of time. but there is no promise of it with this one. it’s indefinite. the information given him by reggie was rather small and it only makes his anxiety worse ( his imagination is always so eager to run off with itself in all the ways things could go wrong ). he does his best to hide his unease beneath a trained, poised expression. most people don’t like being reminded their tools have thoughts, much less emotions.
emil’s gaze flickers around the room a moment as he shoulders his backpack. eyes are quick to settle back on his client when he speaks “ my handler said you would have a list of requirements? ” he usually has inquiries and requests to make about running security and where he stays. but he was warned against it this time. the stern debrief about not screwing this one up still rings in his ears. better to let her take the lead than make some accidental offense or blundering assumption. “ if i was supposed to have received it already, i apologize. i was told very little, ma’am. ”
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owen hears hannah’s voice before he sees her, back straightening as he froze in place. a deep sigh as he turns to face his beautiful wife, head tilting to one side as eyes examined her features. ❝ i thought you were popping down to the restaurant, love. ❞ he knows when he’s been caught. it may have looked better in her eyes if he had been using the crutches given to him by the doctor, but he refused on principle. he hated the things. ❝ i was going to make lunch, that’s all !! you can’t deny a man his one pleasure in life. ❞ that didn’t come out the way he meant it at all. ❝ it’s just a bloody torn muscle !! i’ll be right as rain in a couple of weeks. ❞
owen sharma , if you don’t take your butt back to bed , i will carry you there myself / @sagaiisms
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“ why is it that the men i find in gotham seem to have an odd way of acquiring so many ORPHANED kids? call me perceptive, but they’re not really yours, are they? “ ———————- @sagaiisms ⁞⁞ ❮ jack. ❯
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“ And who are you? ” Admittedly, Sherlock was not much interested in the social life of his older brother — the world had things to offer that were significantly more interesting, Life, for example, the weird, cannibalistic virus outbreak in London, and perhaps the rest of England. Maybe even further than that. Therefore it was a bit of a surprise when upon arriving at the one fully stocked safe house for such an occasion, he was met not by Mycroft but. . . a friend of his? Very curious. “ I don’t believe we’ve met before. ”
starter call ╳ @sagaiisms .
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@sagaiisms said: ❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss ? ❜❜
it was all out of order. first, that night, then breakfast. time passed, perhaps a day or two -- and she accepted his offer of dinner, no expectations. of course that hadn’t been entirely true, he just couldn’t get her out of his head. he felt like he was in his teens, giddy when she’d sent confirmation. dinner at 7, at some casual type restaurant. he felt it a good choice, relaxed -- feeling uncomfortable with fine dining not to mention it being out of his price range. but, especially with new partners he didn’t like to show off too much, letting their chemistry speak for itself. and was that what they were now ? he finds himself not really caring as long as he saw her.
and dinner was a success, he’d made her laugh and blush. he’d reached for her hand just laying upon the table and she accepted the touch. it was . . . nice, though even he couldn’t deny a low heat between them. as if left over from their first time, excited to build again but he swallows it with the ice water he’d had with his dinner. but now, they stand outside her door, again, almost revolving around the subject of parting. dan doesn’t want to seem too eager, or pushy -- he genuinely enjoyed his time just being with her, and that had to count for something. that he could just BE and find warmth in their conversation was different he didn’t want to fuck it up. but she asked, and he was all too happy to oblige, giving a nervous sort of smile.
head dips the difference of their distance, cheeks warm and burning at their nearness and he catches her mouth with his. her lips are soft, sweet and almost expectant as he dances fingers along her arm. fire sparks in him, but he quells it -- wanting to just savor the simplicity of a goodnight kiss. his tongue ghosts against her mouth, just a bit and he pulls back, smiling larger, prouder now. the bastard. “ until next time ? ”
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