Statement of Position: On ladyyomi, saltyneo, and autumn

I write this not for pity, but for record.

This is a definitive account of my current stance toward three individuals—ladyyomi, saltyneo, and autumn—whose names have become entangled with mine, not through shared authorship or meaningful dialogue, but through distortion, theft, and silence.

I am done being misrepresented.

ladyyomi: Frame-up artists, directors, and hijackers of discourse

She did not “misunderstand” me. She orchestrated a smear campaign built on speculative screenshots, fabricated associations, and tone-policed fragments of my essays. She deliberately conflated me with Autumn, misused my writing as ammunition, and disseminated this narrative across platforms while ignoring my responses and blocking my access.

She relies on emotional primacy as moral authority: “I feel unsafe” becomes “you are guilty.” She invokes trauma to justify censorship, labels dissent as harassment, and presents her fragility as proof of others’ malice.

She is not afraid of being hurt. She is afraid of being proven wrong.

🔨 Measure:

I have already reported her to AO3 and Tumblr for coordinated defamation. Her name will remain permanently tagged in my public records. I will not remove her from the archive. I will preserve every receipt. Let the history she tried to erase become the very text that defines her.

saltyneo: Silent accomplice, the cold-faced salvager persona

She stayed silent while falsehoods multiplied. She watched while I was publicly mistaken for someone else, harassed, and shunned—yet said nothing. Now, suddenly, she appears in my comment section, politely asking that her name be removed from the tags.

No.

If you stood by while I bled, you don’t get to walk away clean when I start speaking. You don’t get to benefit from the silence and then complain when the silence is broken.

This is not a negotiation. This is documentation.

🔨 Measure:

Her name will remain in the tags indefinitely. Even if she apologizes, I will not retroactively sanitize her involvement. Silence is not innocence. Silence was complicity. This is the record.

autumn: Silent beneficiaries, predatory collaborators

I once defended her when no one else did. Not because we were close, but because I believed she was falsely accused.

She never stood up for me in return. Even when a single screenshot could have exonerated me, she chose not to share it.

And now—she reappears not to thank, not to clarify, but to distance herself with a neat line:

“We are not the same person.”

Worse still, she appropriated the theoretical framework I developed—chapters I explicitly wrote alone—and repurposed it to defend a character I’ve critiqued. She twisted my language, flattened my critique, and then used my words against me.

That is not neutrality. That is ideological plagiarism.

🔨 Measure:

I have formally revoked her rights to translate or host any of my works. Her silence will remain a documented betrayal. She is no longer a part of my creative ecosystem. Not now. Not ever.

She can block my account. She can hide behind silence. But she can’t block the receipts. And she can’t block the memory of what she did. If she dares to misappropriate my theoretical resources and writing ideas again, I will not show any mercy.

🧷 Final Word

You all watched while I was stripped of authorship, erased by mislabeling, and left to defend myself alone.

I am not here to debate anymore. I am here to name.

You don’t get to weaponize screenshots and then call for peace. You don’t get to consume my work while dismissing my voice.

This is not drama. This is testimony.

And now that I have spoken— Your names stay.