This Is A Deeply Personal Topic That Might Be Triggering To Many, It's About My Groomer So Just Becareful
This is a deeply personal topic that might be triggering to many, it's about my groomer so just becareful before u decide to read I guess
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Jayden Eoghen (@the.punk_king), formerly on TikTok, was a cis woman who masqueraded as a trans man in order to lure in young trans people, mostly between the ages of 12–15, who had recently come out and had little to no support. This happened back in 2020. Jayden claimed to be 17 on all of their content and platforms, but in reality, they were 23.
I am one of three victims that I know of. I was a young trans femme, recently turned 14, going by a different preferred name than I do now. There was also Ashton, a young trans masc who was 12 at the time—we don’t know each other anymore and I don’t know if he’s changed his name—and Sam, a trans masc who was 14 and lived in the same state as Jayden.
Jayden referred to Sam as his favorite. We know that Jayden was able to get away with psychical sexual abuse kn Sam for atleast 2 years.
My TikTok at the time was @Pansexual_Lucifer, and I appeared in some of Jayden’s now-deleted videos. I still remember Sam’s old username too I dont know if that would help he also appeared often in person in many kf Jayden’sold videos. Jayden did horrible things to us, and it still affects me every single day. It’s been really hard to talk about.
My parents, who weren’t supportive to begin with, used what happened as justification for more transphobia. They said I was brainwashed and showed me even less support than I had before. There was brainwashing—but not about being trans. That was just how Jayden got to us. What they liked about us was that we had no one else to run to.
It’s been almost five years now as of next month, and I still get scared every time I get a call from a California number. I don’t know if Jayden’s out of jail. I don’t know how long they were sentenced to. I don’t even know their real name—my parents never told me. I know I keep calling them "he" even though Jayden didn’t use those pronouns in real life, only online, and not because they were closeted. I’m just used to referring to them that way still.
All I want is closure. I’ve been trying for years to find out who they really were—just to know if I’m safe. If he’s out. If he remembers me. If he’s looking for me.
The only trace of Jayden left online is a podcast he released shortly before his arrest. That’s it. Everything else is gone.
If anyone out there remembers him, has archived content, knows his real name, or has any idea what happened to him legally, please send something—anything—my way.
Thank you for reading this. Please help if you can.
Hopefully this sums up all the info well enough it's like my third time re writing it
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You two go cringe together then lol
RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.
Tomura: *Wearing his compression shirt* What in the world are you so googly eyed for?
Junko: 나는 당신의 가슴을 응시하고 있습니다
Tomura: You better be lucky I don’t even know a single word of Korean but I love you anyways.
I got my gf to start thirsting over Shigaraki too
She gets it.
I got her to truly get it.
I didn’t think I would get this far
Dabi- I have plenty of friends dipshit
Dabi had texted Yumiko.
He snickered. “You’ll like her, I promise, and besides, she’s more than capable to join too if you’d like. Her quirk is pretty gnarly too.”
Junko glared at Dabi, “왜 나를 이 일로 데려가는 거야” She cursed at him. She huffed softly.
Dabi was sort of known for bringing her into things she never wanted to be a part of. Junko sighed, looking at both of the two, including Shigaraki.
As Yumiko waved to Junko, she nervously waved back. She seemed nice.
RP Starter somewhat oneshot featuring @yumikoshigarakirp
Dabi had already had a rough day. He sighed softly as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
He dipped in a nearby alleyway that was close to the base that was out of sight enough so he could have a ‘smoke break’.
Then, he heard crying- familiar crying.
He stopped and stared behind the trash can curiously.
It was his friend, moreso customer.
He had known that she had an awful case of PTSD. He was one of the only ones to know about her past actions and what she did. She stopped and looked up at him, it appeared she was chewing on her own hand.
She quickly hid her hand in her pocket just to hide it.
“Junko-chan.. What the hell was that?”
No response, just staring.
He pointed to his own ears, which prompted Junko to turn on her hearing aids.
“What..” She spat.
“What were you doing just now, with your hand?” He asked.
“Nothing! Bore off!” She said, obviously not in the right state of mind.
He glared, and then suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck.
“You better be lucky you’re like a little sister to me.” He then started to drag her like a cat at the back of her own jacket.
“Where are you taking me?” She whimpered, saying through sobs.
“Just to meet some friends of my own.” Dabi responded.
He then made it to the bar, knocking, staring at the little peephole in the doorframe. He then got on his phone and texted Yumiko.
‘Hey. I’m at the door. Brought a friend.’
“This is humiliating”. She covered her face. “Just let me have a fucking breakdown in peace.”
He sighed, slightly crouching to her level.
“If I let you do that you were gonna chew your hand off. And I need you to get me food in exchange for my fucking weed. Besides, I like your cooking.” He then held the back of her jacket again.
“You’re like a fucking rat, Junko-chan.” He chuckled to himself.
His room is my room I fear
Chapter 233: Bright Future
Junko’s mother language is Korean.
She knows enough Japanese to get her by. She knows enough Japanese to know what to do in missions n stuff of the sort.
Her main issue is casual conversations and slang.
Cause when she hears toga and twice talking she often just stands there like
Junko, probably:
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