#(anti-)romance

[castielsprostate]

i hate you "influencers", i hate you tiktok, i hate you "content creators", i hate you "unalive" and "s€x" and "dr/ügs", i hate you instagram, i hate you consumerism, i hate you family friendly, i hate you puritans, i hate you facebook, i hate you family vloggers, i hate you violating other people's privacy, i hate you modern day social media

[massiveladycat]

leo shouldve learned how to cope with his trauma and his need for validation instead of rick slapping a girlfriend on him and calling it a day. in this essay i will-

[ratunderneathahat]

STOP THREATENING TO TAKE AND BURN BOOKS BITCHES

THEY COULD BE THE MOST BADLY WRITTEN, AWFUL QUALITY, MOST CRINGE SHIT YOU EVER SEE

THEY COULD BE 99% SMUT WITH NO STORY DARK ROMANCE BOOKS

IT DOES NOT MATTER

BURNING BOOKS IT BAD

REMOVING BOOKS FROM THE LIBRARY BECAUSE YOU FIND THEM WEIRD/DISGUSTING/CRINGE IS BAD

IDK IF IT'S ICEBREAKER OR LOLITA OR THE OTHER SHIT PEOPLE GET SO WORKED UP ABOUT

BOOK BURNING AND BOOK BANNING IS BAD

[spookyteeth]

wow! how helpful!

edit: the first version of this post had something about adl. i was misinformed and had a lack of understanding that they were shitty. i'm sorry to everyone, i wish i researched a bit more. thank you for everyone that told me!

[specsthesecond]

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When you wake up you're alone, it's just you and the fire. The disappointment you feel disturbs you. You should be relieved to be alone, you should feel safer now that the Orc isn't near you.

Orcs are brutal warlords, everyone knows this. They can't be trusted. You glower at the fire and manage to shuffle a little closer to the hearth. The idea of just leaving before the Orc can come back floats in your mind but it quickly dissipates when you try to sit up. Your limbs betray you, your arms shake and falter under your weight, as if you're a pathetic waif and not a self-sufficient woman of the woods.

You slump back to the floor and bundle the thick wool blanket tighter around your still naked frame. Surely your clothes are dry by now. You take on the burdensome task of looking around the living room for your clothes but freeze when you see the big green figure standing in the connected kitchen. His back is facing you as he moves around, opening cabinets and draws with an unnerving quietness. How could you not have heard him? The realization paralyses you, have your senses dulled that much from the hypothermia?

As if he could sense your fear, he turns around and locks eyes with you. His dark eyes make your heartbeat jolt and you turn over to avoid looking at them or him. You look around again for your clothes and finally spot them on a wooden drying rack next to the hearth. You try and scooch your body towards it but you can only really wriggle on the floor. You hear him stepping closer and the fear rises with every step, you try and reach out for your clothes but he gets to them before you.

If you had energy you would yell something vulgar but your anger quickly settles into confusion when the massive man sits behind you and gently brings you into a seated position, supporting your back against his chest. You go even more limp as he slowly brings your hands through the long sleeves of your tunic and pulls the garment over your head with some difficulty on your part because of the strenuous action on your sore muscles.

He buttons up the shirt and you want to slap his hands away but you can't, your fingers are far too numb to be doing any fine motor functions like that anyway. He then does the same with your pants, gently pulling them into each leg. The softness that he treats you with is upsetting, like he looks down on you. You can feel his breaths on your ear and you can feel how he tenses when you wince at a particularly painful movement. It's all so humiliating.

When he's done, he lets your head slump onto the pillow again. He put a pillow on the floor for you? How have you only noticed that now? He walks off into his kitchen again and leaves you to stare shamefully into the fire. If you tried to leave, even if you could make it out the door, you'd probably just freeze to death or be saved again by this stranger and be even more humiliated than you are now.

The orc comes back with a steaming mug and plate. He helps you sit up and positions you up against his chest again. You absolutely hate how easily you relax into his warmth. He holds the mug up for you to take and you hesitantly reach out and curl your fingers around the warm ceramic, holding it to your chest and assessing the contents.

It smells earthy and sweet. You take a tiny sip and your taste buds sing. It tastes like honey and a woody spice you can't place. You down the whole cup in no time, almost spilling as your arms struggle with the exertion of holding it up. You gulp down the last of the thick, hot liquid and sigh in relief. The orc behind you lets out a very irritating, amused huff and takes the mug from you to replace it with the plate. It's filled with hot steaming buns, it smells divine and you pick one up only to drop it back on the plate when it burns your fingers.

The hot food nips at the sensitive skin on your fingertips painfully. The digits are still cold and numb, not cooperating with what you want them to do. You try again but quickly drop the hot bun onto the plate once more. The orc sets the plate into your lap and carefully manoeuvres you so that you sit across his crossed legs, like sitting bridal style. He picks up a hot bun and holds it to your mouth, after a moment of hesitation you finally give up even more of your dignity and bite into the delicious smelling treat. You barely stop yourself from moaning at the taste.

You make the mistake of looking up at his face, you haven't actually gotten a good look at his face until now and you almost choke on your bun when you do. He looks nothing like the depictions of orcs you've seen and read, they're supposed to be ugly and scary beasts who pillage and kill for fun. Looking at him, you can't help the uncertainty that trickles into everything you know about orcs. Concern is written all over his orcish features, just like his cautious movements.

His tusks have little carvings on them, shallow indents in the ivory so beautiful and intricate it's difficult to imagine orc hands carving them. You realize he's also staring at you and you wonder if he's thinking similar things about your human features. You have no idea how orcs perceive humans but if it's anything like how humans perceive orcs it can't be very good.

A sudden guilt comes over you and you have to look away from the orc. You stare at your lap, where you sit comfortably in his hold and accept another hot bun he holds out for you. You can feel his hand hesitate on your back, like he wants to comfort you but he's...scared?

If you're honest you're scared too, you can't even remember how long it's been since you just talked to another person, let alone touched someone. With a full belly and a warm face, you drift off once again against this stranger's chest wondering if it's been just as long for him.

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[kiyanavis1]

Make me scream your Name😏🔞

Telegram: @Kiyanavis01

[papenathys]

"Authors should be allowed to explore dark themes in fiction! WRITING IS NOT CONDONING!"

That's so cool dude I agree with you absolutely!!! I am also against censorship and purity politics in fiction!!!! Wait dude- what are you doing- why did your white MC just call their POC love interest a racial slur and assault them......... ah........ I'm "moral policing" you???........ I see I see , my bad....... I just thought when you said you're "anti censorship" it meant you wanted to meaningfully explore complex themes in fiction........ oh nvm you just wanted to write a dark romance with a barely legal teen banging a 35 year old and not be judged for it........ My bad dude. My bad.

[littlenastieswewhispered]

“buffy ended the show single :)” ok but only because her current love interest just DIED!! (he near quite literally died in her arms! in sacrifice for her!) her last words of the entire series were telling him she loves him and then saying his name in admiration. she isn’t single; she’s a widow.

[g1rluninterruptedd]

i hate “dark romance”

it’s just romanticizing creepy men harming women. like seriously what is so amusing to these weirdos about a fuckin stalker impregnating a woman who is literally fucking grieving? or stories where he breaks into her goddamn house and “has sex” with her (it’s borderline if not definitely rape).

anyone who writes or consumes this shit needs to go to hell. stop turning women’s suffering into entertainment and 🌽 for ur amazement.

[stars-obsession-pit]

A random paranormal romance fan (who lives nowhere near Amity Park), while doing some research on ghosts for their next project, comes across the Anti-Ecto Control Acts.

And as they dig deeper, they start to realize this is a way bigger deal than they were ever imagining.

One thing leads to another, and they end up publishing a whole exposé on the matter.

…they just have to make sure no one ever learns just how they got started down this rabbit hole in the first place.

[ace-culture-is]

Wishing all of my fellow aces and especially the aros a kind and easy February. This month is exhausting as hell to me but we push on.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"remus lupin isn't for the bookworms, he's-" just because you can't read a book that isn't 80% porn doesn't mean he can't. he IS for the bookworms. he's for the girlfailures and self diagnosed freaks and he is not for the sex addicted booktok biketok teenage girls

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

"girl if i was dia that girl evthys is not getting a single night of undisturbed sleep! im haunting the shit out that ho! wdym im being tortured and having my fingernails ripped off while protecting u and ur out here playing sadosexual games with my tormentor?? girl fuck you 😭"

[deathwish-mp3]

i love mcr sososososo much and you ppl know this but OMG they are so awkward in interviews. like damn can those boys make music but do NOT ask them questions bc they will go "um uh well it's kinda like, uh, yk how it is, it's kinda like, well-" the whole time 😭😭

[itsmecolliebean]

men, it’s not gay to be attracted to this 💕🏳️‍⚧️

[zhoras-bitch]

Me after reading just 2 episodes of HWTU: