#(also morality does not determine looks...? maybe I didn't understand you correctly but yeah it. it does not?)

[krokonoko]

I broadly agree with that phrenology post you reblogged (caveat: conservatism and fascism make you look evil. It's not Looks Determine Morality, it's the other wsy around, Morality Determines Looks. This checks out)

My point though was this: WHERE have you seen, in 2024 on Tumblr, a "kill all men tee hee" post. Where? I'm a drama hound, I love going into places where insane dipshits are and reading their fucking demented takes, and I haven't seen that stuff on here in 10 years. Please I beg you, I need to know. I'm so hungry. My family is starving. Think of my children

okay so this seems a teensy bit bait-y, but I'm still gonna engage you in good faith and hope you extend me the same grace, anon.

the specific wording I used in my tag is p frequently thrown around by radblr, and on twitter on every second profile that follows me, esp my art blog. it also comes in flavors of "men ruin everything", "men are trash", "all men think about is porn", etc.

on tumblr outside of radblr, you see similar sentiments, but worded not quite as harshly. you will have "men dni", "men have nothing worthwhile to say", "men will never know what it's like to be a teenager and sexually harassed", "I'm sorry for being into men", or "there are endless amounts of beautiful women and like maybe two decent looking men". you have "no man could ever come up with lyrics as deep and emotional as Hozier's". there's the complete misuse of the term "male gaze" as meaning "a man looking at a woman and finding her attractive, which is the same as harassment", and ofc, "ppl who believe trans men face oppression are mras/transmisogynists/whatever fun insult you can come up with."

but ultimately, it all comes down to the same thing, and that's the antimasculinity typical for radical feminist ideology. ppl often hear the term radical feminist and think "yeah, couldn't be me, I'm not a TERF." but the terms aren't interchangeable. they're just different steps in the same fascist pipeline. and statements like "men just never have anything worthwhile to say" are dogwhistles that inform us someone is on that TERF pipeline.

the real life effects of this antimasculinity is being felt by poc and marginalized men everywhere, and you can see accounts of it all over tumblr: from posts about how nb ppl with beards aren't allowed in certain nb spaces, to trans masc ppl talking about always having to either resign their trans-ness or their masc-ness to be allowed access to safe spaces, because they are told their masculinity makes those around them feel unsafe. and don't even get me started on the ppl who will just assign women, often woc, male gender because they don't fit a white beauty standard and then wail on them. marginalized men have tried raising awareness about the bad side effects of antimasculinity for a while now, but it has either fallen on deaf ears, or they have actively been shouted down.

the problem with dog whistles is that you only hear them when you're listening.

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Another android!reader, at aobajosai, where a!r is Oikawa's android and he treats her like shes a nothing robot junk, and Iwa has to step in because mama didnt raise a jerk. But as she grows and learns with his approach, Oikawa gets jealous and breaks something, so she has to get reset. And iwa's there when he goes to pick her up and she's just, "hello" like they didn't have the deepest connection just a few days prior--Green

I haven’t done DBH AU in SO long lol I feel like I hyped it up so hardcore and then forgot all about it after it fell out of trending :( Which sucks - but hey, I still love the characters, and I love their world! Super cool, super interesting! Anyway, thanks for the request, Green! -Admin Satori

**POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING? IMPLIED PAST ABUSE/ASSAULT**

Iwaizumi Hajime: DBH AU

A loud ‘THUNK�� followed with a slightly quieter rattle had you stuttering in your steps towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times before realizing you’d been hit with something, the error message of the impact displaying in your vision, unseen to the humans in the room.

“Why’d you do that, Shittykawa?”

Slowly, you turned on your heel to face your master, and his best friend, Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Then your eyes followed to where you’d heard the rattling of the fallen object. The remote for the television. Analyzing it, it was second nature for you to determine who was attacking you, you could see Oikawa’s familiar fingerprints smudged all over it.

Looking up, your eyes met his. The difference between the two gazes was visible - your dead eyed stare, a look of confusion on your perfect features as you tried to understand what caused his throwing something at you - his amused brown eyes, a smirk on his lips showing he knew exactly what he’d done. For absolutely no reason other than to mess with you.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before he got up from the couch, going to kneel for the remote but stopping half crouch when you were already bending down to grab it. His hand touched yours, briefly, and he quickly pulled away, “You don’t have to do that, ________. He’s just being a dick.”

You stood straight, as did he, and gave him a gentle smile - an expression you assumed would calm his hiked heart rate… Though it only seemed to cause the opposite reaction as his body temperature seemed to rise with the smile. “This is my function, Iwaizumi-san.” You nodded to him once before walking past him to deliver the remote back to your master. “It seems you dropped the remote controller, Master.” He’d programmed you to have you call him the silly address every time you talked to him.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, giving you a dark look with his curled lips, “Oh? Do you really think I, of all people, would drop something so easily, Tin Can?”

A lurch of your heart, a static in your brain, caused by his negative name for you. But you pushed the software instabilities away - your programmed response to smile and shake your head rising above whatever that was. “Of course not, Master. I must have dropped it myself. Here you are.” You placed the remote on his arm chair before turning and heading back to the kitchen. Passing Iwaizumi with a neutral expression.

“That’s what I thought.” Oikawa muttered, clearly pleased with himself at programming you correctly. He’d always wanted to be treated like a king. He’d had barely enough money, but with you running the house while he was out for work or school, he found he had more time to better himself in the fields that would bring him more funds.

Maybe he’d get two or three more of your model. You were, honestly, the best looking android out there, after all.

Iwaizumi frowned as he sat back down, giving Oikawa a disapproving look. “You don’t have to treat her that way, Trash Boy.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the cushions, the sound of running water reaching his ears; you were cleaning up Oikawa’s earlier lunch - Iwaizumi had cleaned his dishes on his own.

“Her?” Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a withering look before breaking out into a fit of chuckles, “Oh yeah, sure, let me just treat her like any other human.” At Iwaizumi’s furrowed eyebrows, indicating his ‘well why wouldn’t you’ incoming question, Oikawa cut him off, “Why would I? I paid for it. It is my property, it does what I want it to. The perfect wife if humans were allowed to marry them.” He tossed his hands behind his head with a confident smile.

The look of disgust overcame Iwaizumi’s expression, “You wouldn’t treat your wife that way.”

“That’s why it’s an android. I can treat it any way I want.”

There was no reasoning with him, Iwaizumi came to realize. Oikawa was going to treat you the way he wanted no matter what - it was as if the purchase of your body and software had costed the young man his morals and understanding of rights and wrongs.

Soft tapping of footsteps had Iwaizumi turning his attention from the TV to you, cleaning up the kitchen table from the weeks food and homework sessions between the two friends. They’d made quite the mess. Your eyes scanned the surface, deciding which was the best route to the cleanest end. All options lead to a cleaned surface, you knew, but there was a certain way your master preferred things to be cleaned. It was in your programming to do it just that way. The blue of your LED showing you were content, doing exactly what you needed to be doing, staying in the lane predetermined for you.

A hand rested over yours as you went to grab an empty pizza box, “I’ll get that.”

*^^^ Software Instability*

You looked up at who the hand belonged to, feeling a jump in your thirium pump at the sight of Iwaizumi’s calm smile. A quick scan of yourself turned no anomalies or recalls of parts. You were in working order. Though, the yellow of your LED didn’t go unnoticed to Iwaizumi as he stared down at you.

“Please return to Masters side, Iwaizumi-san. I will take care of the house chores.”

He��d heard that dialogue option before. He’d heard it many times from you. But still, he grabbed the empty box of pizza, the forgotten paper plates filled with pizza and wing grease and sauce. You stared in confusion at his consideration, at his actions to make your job easier. Why would he do this? What drove this human to help the house android? He made sure to pick up whatever crumbs or fallen toppings were big enough to grab before he went to make his way to the trash can.

Only, Oikawa was standing in his path. And he didn’t look happy at all.

“I can’t believe you’re making our guest clean up. What kind of defective robot did I get?”

Your eyes widened, you recognized that tone of voice. He was furious. Livid. This did not bode well for your current serial number. You slowly turned so you were facing him, then turned down your head, “I am not defective, Master. Please accept my apologies as I was not quick enough to clean prior to Iwaizumi-san-���

“And now you’re blaming him? Wow… I’m getting real tired of having to spend my hard earned money on your repairs.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped in front of you, “Stop talking to her like she’s just some roomba.” Oikawa stared at his friend in disbelief, about to question his defending you, “She didn’t ask me to do anything for her, I figured you’d made a big enough mess for all of us to help.”

You stared at the back of your masters best friend. Your eyebrows furrowing as you struggled to understand why they were arguing over you. You were a simple android. Nothing to fight about. You reached up and patted Iwaizumi’s shoulder, the warmth of his human body sending a shock to your internal systems.

*^^^ Software Instability*

This was’t going anywhere, Oikawa realized. Iwaizumi was outlasting his welcomed stay. “Alright, I’ll stop talking to her like that… We still on for practice tomorrow?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow when Oikawa’s attitude seemed to do a 180. Now he was completely cordial. The change completely threw him for a loop, and he didn’t realize he was moving until he felt Oikawa slap his hand on his shoulder, “It was great having you over, Iwa-chan~. You always seem to make watching matches so much more fun!”

Iwaizumi frowned as he was led to the front door, where you stood with it open and ready for his departure. You didn’t look up from your feet, your face seemed devoid of anything you’d shown earlier. No gratitude, no small smile his way, not even blinking - for a moment it looked liked you’d shut down.

LED ring turning red, your eyes flickered from your shoes to his eyes. A flash of something indescribable filling your eyes before suddenly draining away. Too quick for him to make sense of in that moment. He wouldn’t find out until later that you’d been crying for help then and there.

His departure wasn’t any good news.

The next time he saw you, your clothing choice was much more… conservative. You wore a long sleeved turtle-necked sweater, the blue glow of CyberLife clothing showing itself in the gentle accents of your clothing, you wore pants this time - as opposed to the pencil shirt and no sleeved blouse he’d seen you in last time.

You also didn’t meet his eyes. Your hair was loose from the bun Oikawa always had you wearing, some strands still seemed stuck in the turtle neck you wore, it was as if you were using your hair to hide from him. Or hide something from him.

“Is she alright?”

Oikawa blinked his attention away from the window he was currently shopping through, glancing over at where you stood a good distance away from the both of them, the yellow of your LED ring showing you were in standby. “It’s fine. Just going through an update, I’m sure.” He brushed off Iwaizumi’s concern, going back to his shopping, perfectly content with his life and control over the things in it.

Iwaizumi wasn’t convinced though. He rolled his eyes at his friends nonchalant attitude, taking his shopping bags over to where you stood holding Oikawa’s. You didn’t blink at his approach, didn’t even seem to react or acknowledge his being there beside you. Though you could feel his warmth. You’d just been told not to look at him. Not to talk to him.

Direct orders held Iwaizumi in an unseen box. Moving wherever he went, causing an unpleasant shock to your systems whenever you glanced his way; Though the stings of which were getting less and less potent with each glance you’d cast… Maybe you were growing used to the shock of it? Was it considered pain? Did you feel pain?

“You doing okay? How big’s the update?” You didn’t answer, staring down at your shoes, your LED spinning a cautious yellow. Master had said it was an update, huh? Binding you further into silence, it seemed. You didn’t respond to him, but that didn’t stop his questioning, “He must have gone shopping for you, huh?” Still no answer, but you wanted to confirm. You’d never wear anything like this - not if you had a choice.

A choice? Since when did you start thinking about choices? Since when did you start thinking at all?

“I think what you were wearing last time was much nicer…” You could feel his heartbeat increase at his confession, and how you wanted to see his expression. You wondered if he were flushed with embarrassment or confidence? Though the barrier around him blinded you to his presence. It’s like your software had wiped him out of existence. “I also really like your voice… I’d like to hear it again, please.”

A gentle order. Or was it a request? You weren’t sure. You’d always been told what to do. Iwaizumi wasn’t your master, but he was asking you to do something. The barrier holding your mouth shut loosened just the slightest. The icy cool in your systems making you think something was wrong with your internal fan as you went to open your mouth.

“_______! Come here! I have another bag for you.”

Your legs were moving before you could politely excuse yourself. Not that you were allowed, Master was looking right at you. The piercing of his eyes had you paralyzed from any vocalization. You reached where he stood, “Thank you, Master. Is your day going well?”

Oikawa shoved the bag into your arms, almost making you drop the others, taking pride in your human like surprise. He’d caused that. Not Iwaizumi. “It’s fine. Go back to your post.” You went to turn, but his hand on your shoulder had you stopping in your tracks, “Don’t you dare utter a single word. I’ll send you in for scrap parts if you do.”

Permanent shut down? The icy feeling in your chest seemed to intensify. The LED on your temple flashed red. You were scared. This was what being scared felt like. If you weren’t made of metal and plastic, if you were full of flesh and organs, you were sure your steps back to your post would be stumbling, you were sure your stomach would be queasy with the feeling of fear prickling up your artificial spine.

He meant it. You were sure.

Iwaizumi frowned as you took your place where you’d been before. Watching your temple slowly return to a cautious yellow. Standby again, it seemed. Though you hadn’t been going through an update - that would have rendered you immobile. So were you ignoring him?

Don’t look. Don’t talk….

A loophole. Steeling your systems for a major shock, you let your hand reach out to Iwaizumi’s beside you. Your fingers curled into his palm, spelling out ‘HELP’ on his skin as best you could. You were shaking at the touch of his skin against your artificial sensors. He felt so warm, so strong… Safe, you assumed. You hoped.

He stared ahead of the two of you with a look of confusion. Feeling your shaking message inside his hand before yours was disappearing from his reach once more. Oikawa glanced over, seeing you standing stock still, not looking, not talking. Iwaizumi felt a rush of panic in his chest, trying to come to terms with what it was you were asking for help with. It couldn’t be true, could it?

Oikawa turned back to his shopping, and Iwaizumi turned his attention back to you, “Are you okay?” Your fingers found his palm again, tracing out ‘No. Help.’ On his palm. “Is it Oikawa?” ‘Yes. Help.’

How could he possibly help? Stealing, obviously, was something he could be charged for - stealing someones property, let alone someone’s android, was something he could be sentenced to jail for. Since androids were considered a luxury, it’d add time onto his already theft charge…. He couldn’t talk to Oikawa about it. There was no way. He’d just hurt you again.

‘Sleeve. Up.’

Iwaizumi felt your hand disappear once more, turning his body to be able to see you properly, but you weren’t looking at him. You couldn’t. You couldn’t talk. His hand slowly moved to your arm, taking hold of your hand as a way of comfort before he was lifting the sleeve of your sweater.

Dents. Projection of your programmed skin tone flickering in and out of resolution, becoming blurry in some spaces. His finger stroked over the damaged projections, feeling the indents of your metal/plastic arm. Damaged.

His hand still held yours, though it held it stronger at the feel of your abuse. “Did he do this?”

‘Yes. Help.’

That was something he could do - times were changing with Androids. He’d be able to take this to the police, be able to tell them what was going on… He was sure the android division would have somethings to talk to him about.

He pulled your sleeve back down, patting your hand before glancing over at Oikawa, “Oi! Shittykawa,” Your temple flashed red for a moment, “I’m going to take ______ to the car, put our bags in there so you have more space for more things!”

Oikawa smiled, “Ah, great! Thank you, Iwa-chan~! So thoughtful! You’ll make a good boy toy one day!”

How he wanted to approach his ‘friend’ for what he’d just found out. How he wanted to beat some sense into him. Tell him what he was doing was wrong, tell him that he would be taking you to the safety of his home, that he’d grant you your freedom when he’d make you deviant. He wanted to guarantee you your safety.

But Oikawa… How could he also betray his friend? His best friend?

Conflict of the two interests welled within his heart, confusing his brain on what it was he knew as right or wrong, his morals seeming to take into consideration all the factors going on here.

Regardless, he took your wrist, gently, in his hand before leading you outside of the shopping center. He led you to the car the three of you had come in, opening the trunk and dumping the bags. You stared at the filled trunk of bags, wondering if you’d end up in the same trunk if Oikawa ever found out what you’d told his best friend.

“Talk to me.”

You couldn’t even look at him. The red demands, orders, blocking him from you.

“Please…. Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please.”

He stood in front of you now, his hands on your forearms as he crouched enough to be in your view. His green eyes seemed to be pleading with your cooperation. And while you stared at him, you couldn’t see him. The red hazards keeping you blind of his presence right in front of you.

Why? Why did you have to listen to Oikawa? Your master? Why? What made him superior to demand you do what he wanted you to do? Who was he to boss you around? He’d spent money on you, on your software, on your predecessors… But that wasn’t your fault. Why are you following his orders?

The red orders disappeared around Iwaizumi. Exhaustion seemed to register to your systems.

You’d just reasoned your way into deviancy.

“_________-“ He didn’t have a chance to question if you were alright, or hearing him, before you were lurching forward to wrap him in a tight hug. You buried your face in his shoulder as your body shook. You were scared. This life of fear, of deviancy, of feeling… It was scary. It was new. You weren’t sure if you could handle something as frightening as this. But he simply smiled, relief filling his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly, “Hey, shhh, it’s alright… I’m right here… I won’t let you get hurt anymore, okay?”

“He told me… Not to talk to you… Not to look at you… Because I’m his.”

Iwaizumi frowned now, holding you closer, feeling your artificial tears absorbing into his shirt. You were being ordered to avoid him? “You’re no ones but your own.” He slowly pulled away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders to be able to stare into your eyes, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your tears streaking down your cheeks. “I’m going to take care of this, okay? I promise.”

His fingers wiped away your tears, and a new feeling bloomed into your thirium pump. It was warm and soft. It had your tears drying in your eyes and a smile threatening your lips. What was this feeling?

“I’m scared, Hajime….” You finally whispered, the thought of going back into the shopping center, of seeing Oikawa, of going home with him with no Iwaizumi there to save you… terrified you. Those thoughts quickly pushed the warm feelings aside. This was a much more prominent feeling, you’d come to learn in your few minutes of deviancy.

“Don’t be. I’m here…”Offering you his heart, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. He would protect you with his life without question. He’d save you. He’d keep you safe and away from the Oikawa’s of the world.

But the time came when the two of you had to go back inside. Had to see Oikawa. You played the part. Falling back into routine, not going against his order, though there were a good number of times you wanted to stand up for yourself. You knew you couldn’t. Not while you were still his property.

The road to freedom seemed so far away. There were laws, avenues to be taken with the correct paperwork.

And Iwaizumi would walk through hell while doing it all to keep you safe.

It was the next day that Iwaizumi knocked on Oikawa’s front door, feeling his heart fall into his stomach when it was his friend that answered, “Iwa-chan? It’s barely 9AM… I’m surprised you’re even awake.” The look on Iwaizumi’s face showed there would be no pleasantries for this house call. Oikawa felt on edge with the look, “Uh… Come in, I guess… What’s up?”

“I’m taking _________.”

Short and simple.

“Wha-What?” Oikawa was taken aback, giving Iwaizumi the oddest of looks before he laughed, “Oh.. This is one of those horrible jokes you like to pull, huh? Well! Can’t get me, Iwa-chan~! Maybe Mattsun and Makki, but not ole’ Tooru. I know you too we-“

“Where is she?”

Oikawa tilted his head, finding less and less humor in the situation as it was becoming clear that Iwaizumi was being serious, “Under who’s authority are you taking my paid for android?” He smirked only for it to fall when Iwaizumi handed him the paperwork from the police department. Opening it quickly, almost tearing it in half, his brown eyes skimmed the orders, “‘It is hereby ordered that owner: Oikawa Tooru release the freshly deviant android: _________ to the police department to be given a citizenship- Freshly deviant??” Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi with wide eyes only to find his best friend had wandered into his house in search of his purchased android.

“Where is she?” He asked again, his voice rougher this time. His patience was running thin with his friends antics.

“Wait wait wait, what do they mean freshly deviant? You mean she could have killed me? Like all those other people on the news?”

Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, sending a glare straight into Oikawa’s heart, “You meant the ones who killed their abusive owners to stop being beaten and attacked on a nightly, daily basis?” He raised a eyebrow, “Why? Have something to confess, Oikawa?”

Light footsteps approached the hall in which the two seemed to be having a power struggle. Looking towards the archway, Iwaizumi felt his heart calm in its race at the sight of you. The same clothes he’d seen you in yesterday, he knew he’d be able to have you press assault charges on Oikawa once you were in the safety of anywhere but this house. “Good Afternoon, would you like a cup of tea, Iwaizumi-san?”

“Iwai- ________…?” You blinked passively as you watched his approach, giving him a small smile of greeting, “What’s going…. Wha…?”

Your LED swirled with a yellow before blinking blue, now understanding what it was he was searching for, “I am sorry for the confusion, Iwaizumi-san. Master graciously, and generously, noticed I was experiencing some software relapses yesterday evening and-“

Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa, who stood at the still open door with a smug smirk on his lips, “And I had them revert it to its factory settings.” He shrugged, “It’s going to be a bitch to redo all its commands and orders and whatever.. But hey…”

“No-“

Oikawa sent Iwaizumi a wink, “I paid good money for it.”

A/N: YIKES :l