📢 I’m not Autumn — but I am the one they tried to erase.

lightmelodyva:

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lightmelodyva:

vicecommanderhijikata:

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@vicecommanderhijikata

I want to make a solemn statement: the actions you describe in this article have nothing to do with me. All the “Autumn” narratives you accuse and construct are not something I participated in, nor am I responsible for. But I still have to speak out in response because everything you confess violates the most basic ethical bottom line I uphold.

You not only admit to having led, incited, and carried out systematic isolation and moral supervision of a certain creator, but you also threatened with “I have evidence” and “I will fight you until bored,” attempting once again to overpower the other party with words and intimidate other potential dissenters.

You keep talking about “justice,” but in reality, you enjoy the pleasure of trampling on individual existence with collective power. You are not responding to conflict; you are maintaining a fundamentally exclusive, repressive, and anti-critical circle structure, and you arrogantly call yourself a “governor.”

This is not a dispute among fans, not an emotional entanglement, nor a matter of who is right or wrong. This is a question of how a community treats dissenters, a question of how a power structure enforces discipline under the guise of “maintaining the atmosphere.”

I have decided to take this matter outside the circle because the language logic you and your kind use is no longer something that can be contained within “internal small circle affairs.” What you have built is not a fandom, but a moral tribunal disguised under the banner of gentleness, and I am going to dismantle it.

I want everyone to see what you said:

You might have seen the drama. You might have heard of “Autumn.” But let me say this, clearly and publicly:

I am not Autumn. But I am the one they built that whole story to destroy.

They didn’t misidentify me. They erased me.

They replaced my name with “Autumn.” They rewrote my articles into madness. They screenshot my words, stripped them of context, tied them to mental illness, and then passed them around like evidence in a courtroom only they preside over.

And today, the person behind that smear posted a “confession” where she proudly declares how she spent four months:

🔻 Messaging people to block me 🔻 Monitoring my every post and punishing deviation 🔻 Policing my tags, my tone, and my aesthetics 🔻 Warning mods to get me kicked out 🔻 Laughing that I still don’t know who betrayed me first

She admits this. Out loud. In public. With no shame.

She calls this “trying to help.” She says this is “constructive.”

No. This is organized soft power violence. This is what moral panic looks like in fandom space. And I’m done being silent about it.

🗯️ To everyone watching from the sidelines:

If you’ve ever said, “I’m just here for the drama,” If you’ve ever thought, “this seems complicated,” If you’ve ever watched without speaking because it “wasn’t your business”—

I ask you now: make it your business.

Because this isn’t about me anymore. This is about what kind of fandom you want to live in.

A fandom where critique is answered with public exile? A fandom where people brag about gatekeeping “for your own good”? A fandom where every angry woman is rebranded as mentally unstable?

Or a fandom that remembers we are allowed to disagree, dissent, resist?

🔊 I am asking you to break the script:

💥 Reblog this 💥 Add your own statement 💥 Tag others 💥 Say: “I saw this. I heard her. I believe her.”

Let’s drag this narrative out of the shadows. Let’s name what it is:

Soft speech. Hard violence. Silencing disguised as concern.

Don’t let this die in a post with no notes.

Don’t let them rewrite me again.

🌟 My Personal Statement:

[Notice: Collect evidence accusing Autumn/ygpgsgl of plagiarism, harassment, and abuse - Chapter 3 - Anonymous - Hakuouki Archive of Our Own

Let’s be very, very clear about something – ***I do not believe you. ***

I do not believe you are not Autumn/Saya. I do not believe you are two separate people. I think you are a sock puppet account created by the person in question to defend themselves and get in contact with people who have blocked them for their own mental health. I could go on about WHY I think that, but you will never admit to being the same person even if I demand proof that you are different… So honestly, it’s a moot point.

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Saya/Autumn/ygpgsgl/Anonymous/whatever-you-call-yourself, you are all one in the same. All I know is that you are one pathetic person to stoop low to stalking and harassing, for months.

I purely blocked you for the sole purpose because you tagged every single Hakuoki tag imaginable while I was searching for a reference and I got annoyed of you chugging the results. No one told me to block you.

It’s interesting you chose Yomi out of everyone that replied. She’s the only one that retracted her comment. And yet why her specifically? The no AI usage thing?? I’m also against that. Maybe you’re just trying to validate yourself because no one else will. And yet, somehow you fall even lower than Kaoru.

But I’m not just doing this for Yomi, Salty, or the 14 year old, it’s for the new, the old, and the future of community and friends, and the younger me that had to endure shit like that from someone older than me and wish I did something sooner.

Oh, I was also gonna just watch and eat popcorn but you said to bring it, never said which side to speak upon.

I’m painting a target on my back, willingly.

I’m an Okuzume Captain and Mibu Wolf.

Mibu Wolves moves in packs.

They protect one another.

Whose willing to protect you?

This is my response. You claimed you “know everything” and that I’m some pathetic stalker harassing people for months — yet you still can’t even get my identity right. You keep confusing me with someone else, spinning fantasies around a name I don’t use. You never read my words, never address my claims, you just project and fume over screenshots and tags. Who’s really the obsessed one here?

You say you blocked me because I tagged every Hakuoki tag imaginable. Do you hear yourself? Tumblr tags are a public search function. You were annoyed at seeing my posts while doing your own search, so you decided I should be blocked and called a harasser? That’s pure entitlement. You couldn’t find your reference material so I deserve to be ostracized?

Then you go on about how “Yomi was the only one who retracted her comment.” Did she remove the PDF that falsely linked me to another user? Did she take responsibility for spreading defamatory screenshots? No. She issued a vague apology while continuing to let her post do harm. And you, instead of questioning that structure, use her token apology to frame me as someone picking easy targets. Convenient. And cowardly.

You say maybe I’m trying to validate myself because no one else will. Of course I am. Because if I don’t, your narrative becomes the only one. If I don’t speak up, I remain forever trapped in your imagined “autumn = me” loop. And while I fight to defend myself, you police tags and posts under some self-proclaimed moral mission. Who’s desperate for validation again?

You said I “somehow fall even lower than Kaoru.” Let me be clear: I’m not your measuring stick for filth. I’m not a fictional character you can weaponize to assign shame. I’m a real person — wrongly accused, publicly attacked, and still here. If defending my name from lies makes me “lower,” then your sense of justice was hollow from the start.

You said you’re painting a target on your back willingly. No, you’re not. You are the one aiming the rifle. You’re not protecting anyone — you’re enjoying the power of silencing someone you misunderstood. You say it’s for community, for friends, for the younger you. But the truth is, you’re shaming a stranger to feel righteous.

You called yourself part of a Mibu wolf pack. Well then listen: I’m not prey. I am the one who lit the match. I will burn the scaffold you tied me to. If you actually respected what the Shinsengumi stood for, you’d know they died from moral contradictions — not from righteous vengeance.

You said “they protect one another. Who protects you?” I don’t need a pack that survives by silencing the outlier. I protect myself. And I will keep speaking. You say I’m pathetic? Look again. What you’re trying to crush is not a username. It’s a person.

I think you need to read what I wrote again. Never said I knew everything.

Plus, I don’t care for who you are, what your name is, you can hide behind whatever you like, but if you claim you aren’t that person, then go and forward all this to them if you are so focused on leaving that loop that you are not Autumn. Or drop some proof, not a life story, frankly your life isn’t what’s being questioned or talked about, nor what I care about.

Tag are public, sure, but when one posts for every single one constantly, and someone searches for something in particular and seeing one user spam posts of utter nonsense, it is quite annoying. Block. Oh, look, I can actually see the things I’m looking for instead of searching for an hour in a sea of nothing.

You might not be prey, but a big enough pack can still take down something bigger. I’ll wear the black, blue, and white for Sincerity. I don’t have sympathy though, that died a long time ago with a man I never want to meet again. If anything, it’s just a protective rage now.

Oh, and pulling this same kind of shit on another side of the community in your own language? How cute are you~?

You don’t care who I am? Good. I’m not here to be liked. You want “proof”? Look at my words. Look at your behavior. Look at how fast you jumped to mock, to dismiss, to minimize. That’s all the proof anyone needs to know what kind of coward hides behind faux neutrality.

You said my life isn’t what’s being questioned — no shit. You never cared enough to question anything. You came here to feel superior, to pretend you were above it all, and now you’re caught throwing your weight around like some half-assed gatekeeper who thinks tagging a few posts gives them moral authority.

You don’t know me. You don’t even want to know me. All you want is for me to shut up, because I’m messing with your curated silence.

You want me to be smaller, quieter, easier to delete. But here I am. Still speaking. You want a victim who bows her head and writes apologetic proof in digestible quotes. I’m not her. I’m the fucking record that won’t disappear. I’m the reason you’ll think twice before ever typing “I don’t care who you are” again.

You called it “spam” because I dared to make my words unignorable. You called it “nonsense” because you couldn’t control it. And you pretended it was “annoying” because calling it terrifying would mean admitting I hit something real.

You were never neutral. You were never confused. You chose your side. I’ll make sure your words stay stapled to it forever.