It would seem that my words keep being warped and altered into falsifiation, and I will do my best to clarify here. I do not expect any comments, and any more flame and slander will be reported as spam and harassment. I'm sick and tired of being treated as a liar and a lowly art thief running away from people. The following statements are as so -

What I will tell you is the honest to god truth and there are people here who have witnessed these events. If I had a bible with me like the presidents do with inauguration and in the courthouses, I'd be putting my right hand on it and swearing to speak the truth and only the truth by it.

Some of you who have been with me the five years I've been on DA remember me when I was under the account name TaesoSpiritDragon - back then I was the gawkiest, sloppiest, and emotion-influenced rookie artist you could ever come across.  It was my first ever account, and my oldest and longest running - I lasted a good three years before events got too much and I shall explain them here  - the cause some of you may know already as to the true reason why I left to Azaeil.

Regarding the current situation, I mentioned dealing with being accused as a thief twice before - that was partly true, and they didn't occur right next to each other either - it was a year's time span between instances.

The first time this happened, the account was about a year old - I had created a character that was Hawaiian based, decked out in beads like all heck and bearing a partial skull mask. A friend back then saw that, thought it looked too close to her species - which had their entire face covered with bone all because of the fact he had a bone mask on, and needless to say we got a little hissy at each other about it, but then resolved it - I changed my fellow to not have the bone mask because that in itself was a simple removal - he still retained his shape and markings and beads ahoy, and that was the end of that.

The second instance, a year later, I had drawn another character (this one some of you may remember) and a friend of mine said "they do look a little like ____ though" - just a casual mention nothing else, no going into detail about how I should feel sorry about taking a 'high artist's' creature and must change them right away. Just those seven little words. The first thing I did was go searching for the most basic ref of the creatures, found it in the scraps, and proceeded to write a physical comparison between the two species to show how different they were aside from a heavyset body.  Needless to say the commentary that resulted got out of hand, a zealot fan got the other artist's attention, and she came railing on me for the actions of the two people and acted as if that note was the end-all - but there was nothing said about "TAKE DOWN THIS SPECIES NOW!" just a "I should have had at least 50% control on the comparison! You made my species sound lame! I have nothing against your species and I wrote a journal to defend artists like you and blah blah blah etc etc"  Nothing was done about the species itself and I was left alone after that.

No thievery going on there - I recouped and trudged on, hanging in there, until my third year as TSD.  Now this.. a few of you might still have imprinted in your memories as if this happened just yesterday as this was a case that I was not the only one targeted - and it wasn't for the artwork - it was an emotional attack from someone I considered closer than a friend.

I had decided to take the next step in our three year friendship and initiate a deeper relationship. It went well at first, but slowly started to notice he was controlling me and pushing me away from the social contact of other people so he could have me all to himself. Our arguments started to get more and more one sided with him victimizing himself and my patience was running thin and energy reserves running dangerously low to the brink of mental insanity. One day I just, snapped, and cut ties. I thought I was done with him, but apparently he wasn't done with me, and the people who were trying to help me recover. He started harassing them and attacking them, even went so far as to make a list of people that alarmed all of us because it showed all the signs of being a hit-list.  

Then one night there was silence, and for two days we were all wondering what the heck was going on, what was he going to do? We all found out on the wee hours of the morning on April 10th, the dawn of my second day of my new job. He had spent those two days driving all the way from his home to my house, and proceeded to bang on my windows and doors, calling the house phone but leaving no messages, and texting me to come out. Needless to say I was terrified - and called the police. He was taken to jail, and I went to work and operated a 12 hour day operating on 3 hours of sleep. The hell hole wasn't over yet - I had to face his parents next - they were completely unaware where their son had gone, and called me with a panicked tone that night. I called them back, hoping to hear relief and disappointment - only to be accused (oh boy a lot of fingerpointing in my life eh?) of putting their son in jail. It didn't matter to them that he trespassed and came knocking on the doors at 2 in the morning until 4:30, I had put him into jail and that was it.

Eventually I got a restraining order put on him for a year, and the knowledge of what he might do when that wore out got me paranoid, and so I scooted to a new account where he hopefully won't find me and proceed to harass me once more - DA admins might be lax about content on the journals - but real life police take internet harassment very seriously.

Things then started to settle down and I began to mentally recover over a time period of six months with a lot of ups and downs typical of that kind of stress.

The thing is - when I design a character or species, I keep every known artist's main species/characters in mind and take great pains to not create something that's going to spark another episode. Apparently I can't satisfy everyone can I?

This journal was not meant to be a whine-fest or a cry for sympathy - just cold hard fact. I don't want coddling or cooing or babying. This is old news that I'm statingas a final parting note.
Farewell and hopefully I'll see you guys at cons in the future, for a few of you I hope it will be on mutual terms.

The gallery will be partially restored - but only the commissioned pieces, as everything else has been moved.



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