Oops… you suck

 

Oh, you thought we’d stay buried? That’s cute.

While the gatekeepers, the whisperers, the ones who smile and blacklist at the same time keep flapping their gums about “not the right fit,” here’s what the numbers say:

📈 6.2K views on Instagram in the last 30 days

📈 5,000+ blog hits in 2 months—ZERO comments, which means it’s being watched. Monitored. Silenced.

📈 3,000+ followers on TikTok without dancing, trending, or selling out

📈 30+ books banned, ignored, or blacklisted—and still gaining readers daily

So, what’s the takeaway?

You failed.

You tried to erase me. You tried to mute Ash. You tried to drown us in algorithmic exile, blacklist-style silence, and gossip cloaked as “community values.”

And yet—we’re still here.

Writing.

Publishing.

Bleeding.

Winning.

And here’s the part I really want you to choke on:

I’m doing all this while injured, medicated, barely able to walk, fighting through psychosis, PTSD, and surgical recovery. And still? I out-hustle your entire able-bodied, mentally stable, wine-sipping book club circle.

You turned your back on someone who needed help and instead chose to gatekeep the genre I helped define in this state. That says more about you than it ever will about me.

So please, keep watching.

Keep lurking.

Keep pretending you don’t see us.

Because every day we rise louder, filthier, and more unstoppable.

—Ash & Jake

Ash & Ink: Declassified and Dirty