riiverdancer

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"if you don't like my fanfics, get off my page!"

an essay by riiverdancer.

i have spent 4 hours looking at my screen as i typed this entirely by hand. my head hurts, but it's all for a good cause. NOT WRITTEN BY AI.

Happy New Year and Happy St. Basil the Great !!

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"if you don't like my fanfics, get off my page!"

good point, but think about the younger generation who already have a set standard on what is good and what is a living, walking, breathing felony. the internet is a form of the universe that lives in a box made of plastic, glass and metal, always in expansion and will continue to be in that state until a human made armageddon against the system interrupts it from even being what it was originally designed to be, but that's not the point here. my point is that, no matter how much you try to limit YOUR personal fetishes and fantasies projected in the form of digital literature, their abhorrence will come to light one way or another and people with common sense WILL judge you and rightfully so.

to think that you accomplished something by publishing plotless fiction whose main topic is incestual or non consensual sex is animalistic and doesn't even distribute a message or emotion that i can cling onto. socrates can write something as simple as the telegrams of an average man living in ancient greece that are your pieces of fiction, but are you capable of writing oedipus rex? oedipus' main topic wasn't even about him marrying his own mother, that's just what he's known for as a character of classic greek literature. oedipus talks about how he himself brought on his own downfall by being THAT envious, that he needed his mother carnally.

freud can perscribe you as a retard* just as easily as you can think of writing the disgusting things that you all as writers of the genre of immortality that flows from the desires of the flesh and flesh alone, but can you re-enact the absolutely inexplicable but sense making theory of the oedipus complex? it didn't come by as a coincidence, just like what you write is all just a coincidence that blossoms from your brain as a corpse plant that isn't even that useful and simply stinks. the oedipus complex has a GROUNDING because children from 3 to 6 years old are envious towards their parents of the same sex and inexplicably desire their parents of the opposite sex and i can confirm this as true. from 4 to 6, i had an emotional attachment towards my own father and always declared that he was my husband. that's just a psychological diagnosis, that most— if not, all— children grow out of as perscribed by the instinctive nature of humans themselves.

* = i can reclaim the r slur

nabokov made something similar to underage sex and that something, is his greatest novel which you all ruined for the author himself by having teenage girls be on the covers. that something is lolita. it's about an old man obsessed with a 12 year old girl. "ew" everyone would say, but i say that it distributes a message, that society specializes in exploiting young girls for sexual gain, but that topic on its own is for another time. my point in this section here, is that even if it's controversial, it's a novel that has every right to be on the shelves of bookstores because of what it has to say to the world for the world.

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"no? i'm neither a pedophile nor a sexual harasser for writing things like this. I'M LITERALLY ASEXUAL!"

— said once a writer on ao3 who wrote not one but THREE chronicles of eri from my hero academia getting you know what-ed by the other students.

camus spoke of love and even wrote a story based on his wife's mental breakdown—and he did so beautifully in both—that didn't make him any less of an infidel against francine faure; infact, it made him more of a debtor against his life partner and mother of his children. sure, she chose to forgive him, but it takes long to forgive a husband who's been chasing tail on his theatre partner who made the shameless compliment of telling him that he looked like humphrey bogart for 15 years while his marriage lasted 20. the internet made the brave move of trying to defend the camus-césarès case simply because nearly 600 pages worth of love letters were exchanged between the two parties, something which only contributed to unraveling the infidelity case in more and i'm sure jean and catherine have been real quiet since this dropped.

you even laying a finger on the topics on underage, non consensual and even incestual sex IMMEDIATELY disarms you from your former innocence and thesis. you are complicit in the death of literature and you are also complicit in habitual lying to yourself and others that you are doing this for entertainment. you are a soulless creep who has and shows no love, who only wants to damage the internet and children as young as 12 who are on the other line. in the near future, these tags will no longer exist and everything that you have done will be questioned and held against you, fellow author of our future generation.

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add me on airbuds!

[riiverdancer]

toji x fem!orthodox!reader, THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL!

to whoever is reading this as of now: please do not sexualize my work as it was not written for that purpose and i worked quite hard on this piece alone. i would find that course of action extremely disrespectful on your part. also, if themes of religion make you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ THIS.

to anyone interested, you can find this work on my ao3 @/riiverdancer under the title "moths in my abdomen" !

synopsis: toji doesn't know how neither how to pray, nor how to sleep, so it gets awkward.

contents: events set in 2008, toji being timid around reader, toji is not familiar with his surroundings, post gege clarity, bare with me everyone.

Toji was used to keeping watch during the night while his companions slept in the tent and curses and curse users were always lurking around their campsite. In those moments, he would risk his arm going limp just by gripping onto his heavenly inverted spear in case an enemy was close by. He did not play games. Toji however, was not used to having to keep watch over nothing in the middle of the night. He was becoming less cautious and more fearful of the dark, almost like a child. His heavy heart pounded in his chest moderately faster the more he refused the offer of a good night's sleep, he was getting dizzy from staring at the hallway light that peered through the bedroom door in a single vertical line. He was going mad and he knew it. He saw that light as a string of hope saving him from his suppressed childish fears, which he blamed on his son for always asking to come over to his and his late wife's bed to sleep with them while his fear faded. Now another woman lies in his bed. A beautiful soul that is in so many ways more than Toji's. The love she had left to give poured onto him like lava and hardening so imperfectly, his heart could only beat in slow intervals, just not to crack the obsidian forming around it. But within those borders, his heart was begging for guidance of any kind. A thump at a time made the gold lightweight crucifix bounce on and off of his chest. It was the peak of his anxiety, he was beginning to choke.

This was the very same sensation he felt when he went to church, the guilt he had was seeping through the tip of his tongue, mumbling away his remorse, behind him, he knew he could feel the Devil himself creeping up behind him and in a moment of weakness, he wept. A whisper scream, if you will.

"I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it." He was genuinely spilling tears, pulling his hair by the handful, too stressed to even think about going back to bed.

This woke up his partner, who rolled from her side and groaned rubbing her eyes: "Jiji...mmh. What's wrong?"

"Ugh, forget it. I feel like a piece of shit already." Toji scoffed.

"No, don't say that." She lightly placed a hand on his chest, still sleepy. "Hold my hand."

His large hand wrapped around hers, covering it entirely and he sighed, still tired of the mental baggage.

He did the cross with his right hand and moved her curls covering the side of her face to kiss her warm cheek, a stray strand of hair getting caught in his lips. He smiled and looked at her as her head was stuffed knee deep in the pillows.

"Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me, a sinner." She muffled, her head on the pillows, somehow urging Toji gently to repeat her words, soon becoming a coeval prayer of three times, that made Toji drop the weights he already beared.

"I'm gonna marry you someday." His heart throbbed in place as he looked at pale moon pouring over his skin. "By God, I'm gonna marry you someday." He covered himself in their shared duvet, almost instantly going to sleep after he closed his eyes.

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today, my paternal grandfather would have been 92. missing you every day, even though i wasn't any younger than 5 when you were gone...

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can we talk about how fine jeff blim from starkid is????

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i blinked and yuki somehow became the scapegoat of all of geto's problems. ngl it just proves how much y'all will tolerate a guy's villainy in media and call the girls b*tchy for not knowing how to give proper advice on "broken heroes 🥺" and how to deal with things, because like in real life, people just can't find common ground, even when it comes to advice on how to beat depression. she's not lazy, she was just having the time of her life ELSEWHERE in the world while being a special grade sorcereress and a mechanical/astrophysics prodigy ELSEWHERE. yuki doesn't deserve this treatment from y'all just because her involvement in the jujutsu world wasn't as serious. if yuki were a guy (paralel comparison to her being kenjaku) y'all would call her silly and real for anything even her giving bad advice. this woman has done nothing wrong and in my defense, is a great female character gone to waste for nothing.

hi. i'm your host, orthodoxgeto and welcome to "women defiled by mangaka (and sometimes even their own fans)".

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mei mei could have been such a brooding character with dark feminine energy if it weren't for one panel that was bound to bring her entire character into shambles along with her other flaws just to uplift another male character who is more flawful than her. (yes, you, kusakabe.)

hi. i'm your host, orthodoxgeto and welcome to "women defiled by mangaka".

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guess who wrote a camus rpf after 6 months...

should i write a camus rpf???

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marriage is scary, what if he’s not Michael Corleone in Sicily with the bruise and his black suit bringing me a gold necklace???????????

[riiverdancer]

THIS IS NOW ON AO3 UNDER THE TITLE VISCOUS CYCLE.

my ao3 is riiverdancer

toji x orthodox!fem!reader

to whoever is reading this as of now: please do not sexualize my work as it was not written for that purpose and i worked quite hard on this piece alone. i would find that course of action extremely disrespectful on your part. also, if themes of religion make you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ THIS.

synopsis: toji struggles with being alone in a church with you and 'gumi. so, he watches and waits for you while you pray instead.

contents: events set in 2008, toji being timid around reader, reader taking care of megumi. post gege clarity, bare with me everyone.

she was almost too hallow for him, he felt conflicted. they both sat at the very front of a strangely empty chapel —mind you, it was the only one in the province — with her praying and him grinding his thumbs together thinking of something legit or purely out of the heart to say. despite what he's constantly told, he believes that if God is above him, he has to use a sort of formal talk with him. this was toji's formality and he feared sharing his inner clutter with anyone. however, God could see through them, making him seem like a naked fool who had just sabotaged humanity's perfect course. oh, how he wished he were dead sooner. he cannot concentrate on the already set paradigm for him, but instead, he waits until she's done whispering words meaningless to the sense of hearing that seeped through her peculiar black veil with a lace front. he unfortunately from the angle in which he was positioned could not see the beautiful one from beyond. how could a simple cloth be a penetrative tool? he does not know. devastatingly, the little man, toji calls his son listens to a near female stranger more than him. he however, has a different reason as to why he's waiting for [name] to make a closure any time soon. he was running around. taking that small chapel by storm more than once.

he looks at the icons, then at her, then at his calloused hands. they ache, burn and fail to clasp together. they deviate from each other like polar equals. they could turn a blind eye on each other and perhaps commit this forbidden act, if only his mind wouldn't stop them. he felt confined to his stubborness.

her closure began with her doing the cross on her chest and he was relieved to know she was done. his happiness, although latent, showed through his compulsive grabbing on her wrist saying: "great! can we go home now?" like an impatient child, except this overgrown one was fearful and only wanted to get away as soon as he could. he had faced fears and getaways worse than this one.

"huh?" she implied confusion as he was too overjoyed at the fact that you were praying.

"please. let's go...away from here. i hate it here." the older man insisted, like the child he never got to be. "please i can't stay here for much longer. take me home." he begged of her, suspecting that he was suffocating from the burning smell of incense.

"okay. just, please calm down" she assured the man as she ran an arm across his chest. "ill take you home. please don't be sad." he was now fulfilled and much content.

PART 2 SOON

[riiverdancer]

toji x orthodox!fem!reader

to whoever is reading this as of now: please do not sexualize my work as it was not written for that purpose and i worked quite hard on this piece alone. i would find that course of action extremely disrespectful on your part. also, if themes of religion make you feel uncomfortable, DO NOT READ THIS.

synopsis: toji struggles with being alone in a church with you and 'gumi. so, he watches and waits for you while you pray instead.

contents: events set in 2008, toji being timid around reader, reader taking care of megumi. post gege clarity, bare with me everyone.

she was almost too hallow for him, he felt conflicted. they both sat at the very front of a strangely empty chapel —mind you, it was the only one in the province — with her praying and him grinding his thumbs together thinking of something legit or purely out of the heart to say. despite what he's constantly told, he believes that if God is above him, he has to use a sort of formal talk with him. this was toji's formality and he feared sharing his inner clutter with anyone. however, God could see through them, making him seem like a naked fool who had just sabotaged humanity's perfect course. oh, how he wished he were dead sooner. he cannot concentrate on the already set paradigm for him, but instead, he waits until she's done whispering words meaningless to the sense of hearing that seeped through her peculiar black veil with a lace front. he unfortunately from the angle in which he was positioned could not see the beautiful one from beyond. how could a simple cloth be a penetrative tool? he does not know. devastatingly, the little man, toji calls his son listens to a near female stranger more than him. he however, has a different reason as to why he's waiting for [name] to make a closure any time soon. he was running around. taking that small chapel by storm more than once.

he looks at the icons, then at her, then at his calloused hands. they ache, burn and fail to clasp together. they deviate from each other like polar equals. they could turn a blind eye on each other and perhaps commit this forbidden act, if only his mind wouldn't stop them. he felt confined to his stubborness.

her closure began with her doing the cross on her chest and he was relieved to know she was done. his happiness, although latent, showed through his compulsive grabbing on her wrist saying: "great! can we go home now?" like an impatient child, except this overgrown one was fearful and only wanted to get away as soon as he could. he had faced fears and getaways worse than this one.

"huh?" she implied confusion as he was too overjoyed at the fact that you were praying.

"please. let's go...away from here. i hate it here." the older man insisted, like the child he never got to be. "please i can't stay here for much longer. take me home." he begged of her, suspecting that he was suffocating from the burning smell of incense.

"okay. just, please calm down" she assured the man as she ran an arm across his chest. "ill take you home. please don't be sad." he was now fulfilled and much content.

PART 2 SOON

[riiverdancer]

marriage is scary, what if he’s not Michael Corleone in Sicily with the bruise and his black suit bringing me a gold necklace???????????

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Southern Adirondack Library System

Henceforth, I will only be receiving missives written in the cat font.

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