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@improperdepression.bsky.social

he/they sometimes a writer, sometimes a crafter. ofmd brain rot. izzy hands main. also on ao3 as improperdepression

It's been 4 years today since I was doxxed on Twitter over a non explicit fanfiction. I feel like it's my duty to post this again so maybe one person will read it and choose compassion in the future instead of hate- or just realize it's not that deep, fandom issues. I hope you all are well.

1 Year After Being Doxxed

On October 17th, 2022, I was doxxed. At risk of sounding a bit cliche, let me go back to the beginning. In early May of 2022, I was a middle manager of a movie theate in Northern Florida. I helped op...

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izzy loves nothing more than to be treated as a weapon or a tool. the closest he gets to true peace is when all he exists for is another manโ€™s protection or pleasure

Izzy turns up at Jackโ€™s door, dishevelled, dripping wet from the rain, a total mess. He wants a place to crash and someone who wonโ€™t ask questions. Deep down, he wants comfort and a warm body spooning him in the night. Someone who can give that for a night without it needing to mean anything.