he calls me a hot head, then he sets me on fire
he said that it's my fault that he's a liar
then he's blushing red when he's on the phone
he said "don't worry about it, leave me alone"

he said you're only as good as you are when you are with me
so I hope you're no better, know better than to leave

I said hey you, with your world painted blue
I said fuck you, I was the brightest light you ever knew
and next time you call, yelling on the phone
and i'll say fuck you, leave me alone

i have one less organ now

anyway fuck piratespeak amirite lads

I guess it's time for all the cryptic quotes I've been posting to make sense.

I know most of you are no longer in contact with this person. I know this person no longer uses their former account. But it is my turn to speak. Just know whatever comes of this, if anything - I'm not sorry.

PirateSpeak, real name Erik, is not a good person. He never has been, and I don't believe that will change anytime soon. But, of course, he seems to think he's 'changed' and that makes his misdeeds void. You have shown no repentance for your actions, Erik, and yet you believe that simply saying it makes it true. I hate to break it to you that that's not how the world works, sweetheart.

Below is something I wrote a few months ago documenting most of what has occurred over the past few years. Certain names have been redacted to protect their privacy. Enjoy.
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I'm glad you're tired of thinking about it, Erik. I'm really glad. Because for all this time, I hoped that you had to remember how you treated everyone around you like shit, and how you harassed not only me, but many others as well. I hoped that you had to fucking come to terms with the fact that you drove everyone away, and it was your own damn fault.

You don't get the right to be indignant, not now. Not after you harassed [redacted] for months, not after you forcibly tore down every single boundary I had, not after you consistently made everyone around you uncomfortable. You don't get to act like you were wronged because we called you out on your bullshit. You harassed me since I was thirteen, and you got the entire server to do it too. I was a child. You fucking knew better, don't you dare try to say that you didn't.

You tried to convince me to send nude pictures, something I said multiple times I was not comfortable with and would never do, and it took me threatening to dump you to get you to stop for even a short time, and then you started it again. You tried to get my brother to take nude pictures of me and then send them to you. How dare you, you fucking perverted piece of shit? Did you ever even give a shit about my feelings? And, oh, that's not all - you asked me, a (at the time) fourteen year old, to masturbate with you. You proceeded to get angry when I refused and say that 'all couples do it'. Do all couples tear down each other's boundaries? Do all couples ask their partner's sibling for nude pictures of them? Is that your idea of a healthy relationship, Erik? Our relationship did not need to be sexually active to be a relationship. I shouldn't have been in a sexual relationship at all - I was fourteen.

I don't believe for a second that you cared about what I thought or what I felt. You wanted someone to live out your twisted fantasies with, and when I wouldn't, you sought out my friends. You took me being polyamorous as an excuse to do so. You weren't polyam - you were just a horny asshole who wouldn't take no for an answer. And in the end, that's all you ever were. You shouldn't have ever been anything more to me; I should've known better. But I was a 'nice girl', and only a bitch would dump someone like you. I'm done being the nice girl and I'm done playing nice. If that makes me a bitch, if that makes me a whore, if that makes me whatever insult you want to throw at me, then so fucking be it. It's time someone took you to task for what you've done, and goddamn it, that person is going to be me.

I hope you remember how you intimidated children into submission. I hope you read this and I hope you blame yourself, because it's what you deserve. You made me worry, you made me care for someone like you, and for that I hope you fucking burn. Your apologies were for show, and I always knew it. A person like you could never be sincere, not even when faced when every crime you've committed. I hope you have fun being a predator.

And I don't care if you never read this, because this is the best I've felt in a long time.

I wish I could say it's been fun, Erik.

Fuck off, and if you talk to me again, I will fucking come at you.
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tl;dr: Erik manipulated not only me, but many of my friends, mostly in the hope that he would receive sexual favors from us. All of us were minors, the youngest being eleven at the time. She was asked inappropriate questions multiple times, and he told her that if she sent him nude photos of herself, he would help her pass her Spanish class. She was e l e v e n. Erik was seventeen, and the oldest person among our friend group. While we were dating, he continually harassed me and made me uncomfortable, and attempted to make our relationship sexually active multiple times, using the fact that he was in the path of a hurricane to guilt me into it, something I did not want and never expressed any desire for. I was fifteen at the oldest during this time.

I was groomed and subjected to verbal abuse for multiple years of my life, and I feel so goddamn stupid for it - it wasn't supposed to be real, none of this was. It wasn't supposed to have an effect like this. But I can't look back at anything during that time and not think 'did I tell him no enough? did I not say it loud enough?'.

And yet, through all of this, Erik still wanted to act like I was a ball-and-chain, holding him back. Like I was a burden. He would pretend to solicit other girls for sexual favors in the hopes that it would make me upset. He thought it was funny. But, y'know, he also liked the idea of dating a 'tsundere' because he was a fucking weeb.

With all this laid out, I can see how pathetic he really was. He made up not one, but two fake female personas to harass when I rejected his advances - one of them was apparently his sister. Oh, yes, he implied he wanted to fuck his sister. It really amazes me how well he could manipulate people given that he was such a fucking dumbass. He treated the people around him like shit because he wanted to feel better about how pathetic he really was - it's a shame he was so transparent. You can't play the ladies man, Erik. Your attempts were laughable at best.

This is what I have to say on the matter. Believe me, don't believe me - I couldn't give less of a fuck. I've heard he's in a new community now, multiple of them. I wonder if waiting there is another twelve-year-old he's decided that he wants. I wonder if he'll put her through all this. I hope not. But I'm not sure of anything anymore.

her shroud is loneliness, and her god was listening

her heaven will be a love without betrayal

ashes to ashes, dust to side-chicks

cleaning up my wall

if i spill my guts, the world would never look at you the same way

alright dude, go trip over a knife or something

[been listening to this song for the past few days]

i'm really tired of worrying about the person i should hate

So because I'm still procrastinating on Chapter Eighteen of LunaLabs (it'll come out soon, I swear), here is what I like to call 'LunaLabs | Abridged', Chapter One.

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The Lab: *exists*

Luna, stuck inside a cell: "i am sad. i am also a strong independent woman who don't need no man"

Derek and Layla, fleeing the law: "hello strange person in a cage"

Luna, being released: "cool"

The scientist, being a bitch: "whAT'S UP BITCHES"

Everyone: "oh fuck"

Everyone: *fighting*

Derek, about to be executed: "hey fuck you guys"

Luna, somehow breaking through a panel of glass: "hey what's up"

The scientist, making life difficult: "what the flippity-floppity fuck are you doing"

Luna: *already running away*

The Plot™: *being started*

Luna, realizing she has effectively created a state of anarchy: "fuck"

hey so I just made a new oc, she's a ghost with a stupid name who has devoted the rest of her 'life' to annoying the shit out of the descendants of the people who killed her

LunaLabs | Chapter 14

I'm just gonna shove all the LunaLabs chapters that have been published into this post.

LunaLabs | Chapter 15

Hey, Streiff gets a cameo for once!

LunaLabs | Chapter 16

Welcome to hell, otherwise known as giant battle scenes.

LunaLabs | Chapter 17

Luna having a Panic Attack: The Second One

I got into honors u.s. government because I wrote an essay on the death penalty how do I get out of this

tbh this song is giving me way too much motivation to finish the mafia short story