Im Having The Same Issue, Sometimes I Just Let Them Pile Up Then Do A Mass Blocking. Like Seriously Whats

I’m having the same issue, sometimes I just let them pile up then do a mass blocking. Like seriously what’s happening????

um, hey @staff, I’ve been on his hellsite for over a decade and never reached out like this before but this situation requires it. There’s a serious bot following spam problem right now. It’s worse than the previous spam bot issue.

They pop up in batches of like 10+ and for every block and report more appear and they multiply. today alone I went from 777 followers to 1090 and all of those are bots.

I’m not even joking. It’s frustrating, and blocking and reporting takes such a long time when you’re combing through literally hundreds of bots on your follow list tapping through the report and block process

I’m not the only blog this is happening to. I’ve messaged support but got the automated message saying y’all are working on a permanent solution, but can y’all please come up with a patch or a temporary solution because this is out of hand? Can you make it so we can batch block and report at least? I appreciate the work you’ve done so far, and I hope this can be resolved because this is sucking the fun out of this hellsite I’ve called home since 2010

fellow users, if y’all are experiencing this issue too, please reblog this so staff can see this is a growing issue

What about if due to various reasons the everlasting trio died maybe GIW, Fentons or whatever in DP universe then get reincarnated into DC verse. Maybe Danny dies again in an accident, the accident causes them to remember their past life. Danny is now a full ghost but has the ability to disguise as a human like spectra. Since they weren’t able to get married in their last life Sam decided that they should get married in this life despite their young age with Tucker as the best man/platonic third.

Danny: Sam I can wait till it’s your time, I want you to live your life without clinging to a ghost.

Sam: I don’t care, it’s my life and I want to marry you.

Batman: “I’m not sure I should support this or try to talk the girl out of this.”

Wedding Thief

There have been a string of thefts in Gotham (which isn't unusual) that were confusing Batman, all involving things for a wedding. There were no finger prints, no signs of break ins and no cameras caught the thief. After finding out what the thief would steal next he placed a tracker on it.

When the thief stole it Batman followed it to a graveyard. While staking it out he saw a young girl around 5-7 with violet eyes commanding a floating boy with white hair around the same age, to set up the stolen objects in a way that resembles a wedding.

Seriously, I’ve blocked and reported like hundreds of them by now

@staff

@staff @staff @staff BAN. THE. FUCKING. P!RN. BOTS. Holy shit. I am sick and tired of seeing everyone taking it into their own hands to report spam and p!rn bots when they shouldn't have this problem ya'll need to ban the bots and DO YOUR JOB like, literally minors (including me) and sex-repulsed ppl have been exposed to nsfw images or spam in the asexual/aromantic tags when when all we're trying to do is connect with our community You guys have the AUDACITY to ban trans women blogs for no fuckin reason but don't lift a finger to stop the p!rn and spam bots infiltrating tags???? do fucking better, Tumblr staff.

Very important, though it sucks that we need to do this just to get home safely

Plot bunny?

You are a servant of some god during the Archon War.

He enslaved you and your people, saying that humans are too simple to rule themselves.

***

You scratched the dirty floor, trying to achieve perfection as your god demanded it. It didn't matter that your knees hurt as skin gave up and broke. It didn't matter that your fingernails were almost completely destroyed. It didn't matter that your spine was giving up.

This task was the simplest one your pathetic self could do. That's the only thing you could do. Thing that you were made to do.

At least it was what your "Master" said.

Your village laid in the mountains, growing into a small city over the years, slowly connecting with other small villages. It was peaceful, your biggest enemies being some rowdy slimes and a geovishap from time to time. But that changed when your "Master" marched in the town and claimed all that he saw. He was the one who told you that as humans, you are simple, made to serve. He killed anyone who disagreed, showcasing how weak you are.

Now, you almost believed him.

Yet, as years of breaking your back and thinking of not being worthy of doing anything else but serving your master, one moment in your life caused it to change completely.

*

You only watched as guards dragged someone, following Master and his toy - Alatus. You wondered who angered your Master this time and yet, as you uncharacteristically looked away from your work on the victim, you couldnt recognise even a bit of human in him. That meant one thing - your Master defeated a new enemy.

His beaten body was a mix of somewhat human and a dragon. He had a long tail with some missing scales and fluffy end was drenched in mud. His clothes that once could be white were mostly covered in blood and dirt. His back was bare of clothing, and you could see whip marks along it, scales on it missing as well. His hair was all over the place, tangled and greasy. And on top of his head you saw two orange horns, that dully glowed.

If it was your old self, you would say that this man was beautiful. But as you learned in the hard way - god's were cruel beings and their beauty was nothing but a mask put over a monster inside.

Your second encounter with him was when you were tasked with cleaning steps leading to the throne. Your Master often ordered servants to clean while he was there, so he could watch over you, as humans were so stupid that they often missed spots.

You dutifully scrubbed the steps and golden decorations while the god that your Master captured was being kicked around by him.

Your Master ordered Alatus to whip him again, and you heard grunts coming out of the strangers mouth. It sounded like he didn't have any strength left to scream.

For some reason you felt... sad? As if you didn't want this stranger to suffer. You were told that god's are heartless and humans are replaceable, so why do you feel sad for him?

*

You were tasked with giving the new prisoner food while he waited for his execution. It was weird.

He tried to talk to you. Like you weren't lower being. He thanked you for goodness sake. It wasn't something a god would do. Or maybe it was something your god wouldnt do?

You thought about this for a long time. This stranger was the kindest treatment you experienced in years. You couldn't let him die.

So now there you were, running with a torch and stolen keys through long and gloomy corridors, looking for him.

Your heart was racing and your mind was filled with terror. If you were caught, you would suffer. Why were you even doing this again? Humans weren't supposed to have free will, so why?

You saw him, chained to the walls behind thick bars. His wounded flesh angry red, wounds dirty with various spices that your Master ordered to smear in his wounds. He now looked weak, but you knew it was only because of that collar made of cursed metal. It was suppressing his godly powers.

But not for long.

Frantically you searched the keys and opened his cell. He looked at you shocked - he only saw light when he was dragged outside for torture. And you definitely looked too weak to do that. He was silent as you unchained him and freed his neck from that collar. Grabbing his hand, you stormed out, running towards the hidden exit.

As you stopped and opened door to the outside, you looked in his reptilian eyes.

"Free us please"

You didn't know where these words came from.

As he tried to speak, you heard ruckus and screams. Your Master felt his enemy being freed. You didn't listen to the stranger, pushing him outside and slamming the door, only telling him to go.

You then ran to servants quarters and laid down, praying that the chaos will buy him enough time.

You will be dead by tomorrow morning, but perhaps as you dared to hope, maybe some of the others will taste the freedom in their lives.

luke: plot bunny? :)

also luke: *dishes out a whole fic*

me: what-

also luke: and here's a cliffhanger :)

me: *angery kitten screams*

NO BUT FR THIS IS A WHOLE ASS FIC YOU JUST DROPPED IN MY INBOX HELLO????????? imma cry my zhongli my bby he does not deserve all these tortures ;A;

but but but the potential for this to turn yandere..... oooohfladhufsebfurnsuf frothing screaming salivating-

Happy Birthday Lilia

I hope you survive Chapter 7 and keep on laughing and playing pranks 😁😁😁😁🥰🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Mal and the rest of Diasomnia won’t be the same without you.

Though I feel like you just randomly chose today as your birthday as you had forgotten your actual birthdate.

But still happy birthday Lilia 🥳🥳🥳🥳🤣🤣🤣😁😁😁