#I'm not a foot fetishist.

[li-lai]

Oh Satan, these boots...

I've been drawing these boots for two weeks, someone kill me, please?

[oh-areyouthere-god]

wasn't gonna drink tn but damn I miss turnabout like a mf..........

[firedragon1321]

CHARACTER DESIGN FUN!

First of all, in order- Tai from Adventure (underwear concept art), Oliver from Digimon: Fragments (Digimon fanfic) and Tomoya from Singularity (original novel with heavy Digimon influence).

So I've been playing with the Adventure art style seriously since only 2021 (shameful, tbh- I should've done it longer). I did copy Tai's base art multiple times as a kid, but I was still learning how to draw, so that...doesn't really count, lol.

Something I noticed was just how skinny the OG kids were. The reason I chose undie!Tai was to highlight that he is a noodle with giant hands and feet. The big shoes and gloves hide this normally. As someone I know pointed out, his anatomy is more like a 20s rubber-hose character than what most people consider "anime".

My two guys have thicker torsos (Oliver moreso than Tomoya), thicker limbs, and somewhat smaller hands. Oliver has some long-ass arms- more like Tai's than Tomoya's. I've definitely improved in the years THREE MONTHS between Oliver and Tomoya (the smaller head looks better, as do the more closed-off eyes, which are actually closer to the real McCoy than whatever I was doing with poor Oliver).

As for feet? I rarely draw characters without at least socks, so I never thought much about it. But the big stompies on the official art are- a little weird. I guess both my characters's feet would be closer to Oliver's in size. Tomoya wears big shoes for the style.

I'll probably keep playing around with this art style and making new little discoveries. And maybe get over my deviantArt-phobia and draw a character barefoot just for practice.

[voices-in-dark-violets-head]

"Be Yourself", says the Furry Fandom.

And yet, as with many things in life, it's far easier said than done.

I've found that 'being myself' can take a lot of bravery, but I want to tell you why it's so, so important.

Storytime!

At Eurofurence this year, I ran the e621 Gameshow for the third year in a row. And for the third year in a row, we were over capacity. As in, security-comes-in-to-tell-people-to-leave levels of over capacity (Which, my dear sympathies once again with those who had to go!)

We had a crowd that was there for an hour and a half of weird furry porn. Who cheered for horsecock. Who delighted in Falco Lombardi macro art. A hundred people - a quarter of the room - gleefully admitted to being into vore.

The atmosphere was electric, and I hadn't even needed my e-stim kit. This was a crowd who rejoiced in the adult side of the fandom!

And then I asked them - how many people had a fetish they'd be nervous admitting to?

A third of the room raised their hands.

In a room that had been laughing moments earlier about the amount of Mufasa/Simba porn, or getting a 100% success rate on guessing popular cock shapes, 1/3 of them weren't confident in revealing those same parts of themselves.

I don't think this is rare.

I've had folks ask me if I get hate for the kind of art I draw (not really much at all, by the way). But worse, I get people telling me - they wish they could draw what they want, write the characters they love… but they fear what others might say.

I've had commissioners remain anonymous, for fear of people knowing what they're into. Known artists start up alt accounts, so that they can draw a kink without their friends knowing. Writers wringing their hands over possible reactions to their stories.

And I would love to tell you it's all just fear - but truth is, it isn't.

Because it ain't just the big patron sites that are swinging the axe on the 'too weird'. Our own sites - our communities - sharpen their restrictions. Whole kinks, loving and accepted, are now 'too far'.

We're fearing the gaze from the outside. We're hearing their derision. And that can scare us, cause us to hide not just ourselves, but those around us. "What if they think that I'm into that? What would they say? I need to prove I'm not!"

We all crave love and acceptance. And in a fandom formed in rejection from society, don't we just hold such ideals even more tightly? So much so that the very idea of this same community throwing us out - for being ourselves? Of course it's terrifying.

But it turns out, even us outcasts, outsiders… we can all hold prejudices. We all have the ability to draw lines, and give too little thought to what that means. We can so easily turn our own opinions, our fear of what others think of us, into rules that hurt and exclude.

And therein lies the issue. "Be yourself", says the fandom, without stopping to consider how treacherous, how thorned that path can be. To be yourself, sometimes, is to suffer the disgust of those who would tell you to do it in the first place.

But… I'm missing something.

Thing is, this fandom isn't based on any one thing. We're not just here because Zootopia was a kinda cool movie, or Twokinds is pretty sexy, or StarFox looks good when he's fifteen stories tall.

We follow no one IP, no webcomic, no TV show. We follow only one thing:

Ourselves.

WE make the fandom we live in. We're dozens of sexualities, a hundred meetups and conventions, a thousand discord servers and Telegram channels, a million pictures and stories and alt-accounts and roleplays…

We decide what we are.

Aren't we the haven of the weird? The questioning of sexualities? The taboo, even incomprehensible kinks? We joke about vore, knots, gratuitous foot fetishists, but isn't that what makes this place home? Isn't every artist drawing obvious kink art following a beautiful legacy?

We are the monsterfuckers. The maw-obsessed, the paw-sluts, the musk-lovers (er, not that one). With every fetish we draw, every kink we commission, every smut-filled story and problematic character and taboo-laden roleplay…

We're the fandom, making ourselves.

Through being myself, through art and stories and chats and servers, I've found new communities. New friends. New ways to think, new art to enjoy. I've found love, deeper than I ever thought possible.

I've found myself.

And I've been told that through my artwork, stories, friend groups, I've helped people do the same. They've found the words to describe what's been inside them this whole time.

They've found they're not alone.

It's one of the sweetest and most delightful things I've heard.

Yes, it takes bravery to be yourself. You risk being misperceived, either accidentally or wilfully. You risk hurt. You risk confusion. But it's nothing you haven't done before. And in its wake, you will find yourself.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

Do not let other people dictate who you are.

So when I say to keep furry weird, this is what I mean. Find that part of yourself that yearns to be free, and make this fandom the place for it.

Be yourself. Be so amazingly yourself that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

And Keep. Furry. Weird.

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

What do you think "caused" your stuffing kink? I'm curious because I can't find any research as to why, biologically, the stuffing kink is a thing. I've had mine since I was old enough to remember, i.e., a toddler - watching cartoon characters eat a lot for a gag and feeling weird about it. I've got no idea what caused it or why my brain is apparently wired this way, especially since (like you, and apparently unlike the majority of the feedism community) it is *just* the stuffing and not wg/etc that turns me on. Just curious about other peoples' (and especially those who, like me, are primarily into the stuffing and not the wg aspect) experiences, I guess.

This got out of hand. Sorry.

TL:DR - I was born this way

Deeper thoughts:

So, when I was very distraught about why I had developed this incredibly inconvenient kink, I did a little bit of looking into paraphilias.

Unlike some other "kinks", this isn't a lifestyle choice (in my case, this is something I need to be sexually satisfied. I do not get aroused without it, I definitely do not cum without it.) It isn't something that is going to "spice up the bedroom" for someone looking for a new kind of fun. It is a flatly non-sexual thing that my brain has decided is hyper sexual. I think a good analogy is a foot fetish. Nobody decides to get into feet for fun. You either sexualize them, or you don't.

I think stuffing falls under fetishistic paraphilia, like the foot thing. There's a prevelent theory that foot fetishism is actually rooted in neurology. The foot section and the genitals sections of the brain are literally just super close together, so a little divergent wiring and boom, the foot is a sexual organ.

This kind of thinking rings the most true to me. Because I can't think of an "inciting incident" or single media that really made an impression on me: I wasn't even allowed to watch tv when I was a kid, so I mostly got my weird feelings from books and comics, and it felt more like recognizing a feeling that was already there than a single jarring experience. Also, because it doesn't feel confusing or traumatic or naughty to me: it's not like I got sex=forbidden, fat =forbidden, ergo fat=sex all jumbled up. There's no feeling of shame in my kink. Just the usual feelings one has about sex things: pleasure, intimacy, indulgence.

I feel like I am just wired different. I truly don't think I could, for example, therapize this away. It feels more like being straight: it is just foundational to my sexuality. It is my sexuality. Nothing made me like this. I just am.

Two tangental things about that:

Look at the people who try to run away from this kink. They always come back. It doesn't change or go away for them. There are a lot of really miserable people in this kink because a) we've pathologized it and b) there has been no real effort to make a welcoming community around paraphilias or fetishes in general. There is no safe space for fetishists. This kind of kills me, because I have talked to a lot of men in this kink and each of them has come at it in a totally different way. They could be helping each other understand this. They should be sharing coping or lifestyle tips. They could be more open about healthy ways to live it or showing success stories with partners and lives. We could all be more welcoming and understanding of the people who wander in here, because this thing isn't going away and we are all we have. We shouldn't be treating it like a disorder or social contagion.

I think being more community-minded would also help with the thing where some of us have "rare" versions of this kink. Cuz, yah, my sexuality is stuffing, not wg. There genuinely don't seem to be many of us. And it isn't cuz I am fatphobic and just want conventionally-hot guys to temporarily fatten up or whatever shit I am being accused of this week...I actually really prefer fat guys in a strictly aesthetic sense. But it isn't foundational to my sexuality. That is a whole different universe.

But because we're treating all of this like a den of iniquity, we're only engaging with each other on a horny level. And if you come at someone horny and they are not equally horny for you (such as when somebody comes at me asking how much weight I'd like them to gain), the conversation ends instantly, often in disgust, and leaves one or the other person feeling shame or guilt.

Those of us with more "rare" fetishes are gonna feel this bounce more than someone with a more conventional fetish. But, dammit, I still need a place, I still need a platform. I need to stand somewhere while I am waiting for the rare person who is actualy on my wavelength. I want to feel accepted and safe as a fetishist, not just horny. I am more than my libido, even as a fetishist.

Gonna throw some numbers out there.

The prevelence of true fetishism in the population is pretty unknown, but some studies have suggested like 11-17% of the male population have fetishistic fantasies, with women reporting in way lower, like 0-10%. But most of those are sort of conventionally sexual people who think it might be hot to have sex in public or with someone wearing cute gloves. The ones who are all-in on being fully fetishy (like me) are more like 0.00125% of the population. Of those, the vast majority are men.

Within the fetishist population, only about 15% are into specific body parts. (0.000002% of everyone, in our back-of-napkin math.) Almost half of those are into feet. There are other groupings: I have never seen "bellies" divided out on its own (though one did single out navels) so we're gonna say we are "other body parts", which is about 13% of body-part fetishists. (Math fails me here... what are we at, like, 0.000000026% or something?) It doesn't even matter at this point, it basically means that, statistically, every person on the planet who is as obsessed with full bellies as I am could fit in a small-town auditorium, and most of them would be men.

(Yah, I know, actual numbers probably much higher because all these studies require people to self-report, and shame/embarassment cuts that way down.)

If this was based on some kind of early conditioning, my feeling is the numbers would be waaaay the fuck higher.

Anyway, I am still mildly obsessed with Jughead Jones. >.>

[flagellant]

all foot fetishists should be rounded up put down like dogs I'm not joking. you flood every inch of the internet with your stupid shit to the point that sites are not banning character's feet being drawn because of you dumb disgusting loser hot-dog water scented freaks who jerk it to animal feet. die die die die die i hate you.

Man you didn't even try to sound genuine no one actually talks like this.

[eldritch-spouse]

Someone who for whatever reason wants to get eaten by Vorticia and so goes to the gluttony ring hoping to find her. They by some miracle get to interact with her but when they beg her to eat them she’s like “lol no,” because it turns out they’re her match

[This is fucking hilarious. Fem reader.]

TW: Macro/micro themes; Vore.

Tightly tied to a chair, you can hear them talk behind the kitchen doors.

" You're telling me you just found this one trying to break into the premises?! " The short imp you've only caught glimpses of so far sounds exasperated.

" Yes... " The much taller demon with a dark mane replies. " She wasn't very successful, but I'm fairly certain her goal was to get caught. "

" And she said she wants to get eaten. " It's not even a question.

" By mother. Specifically her. "

There's a beat of silence.

" Vorago. You can't expect me to present a fetishist to your mother. That is ridicu- "

" Is it? I would much prefer if my meals walked directly into the plate. " The prince counters. " You're doing the poor thing a favor. I've advocated for this in the past as well, think about the time and resources we could spare during ceremonies if we take in people just like her. "

" My prince- "

" Do you like chasing after them, dad? Do you enjoy spending money on increasingly expensive hunting services? "

Dad?! That little imp? Imp-ressive.

" No, but we can't just- "

" Then give this a shot, perhaps it'll open your eyes to more sustainable alternatives. "

An unmistakable defeated sigh rings out. " ... Fine. "

You smile silently, happy that the tusked high-ranker who caught you managed to get your dream to come true. For such a scary-looking guy, he's actually not that bad.

When the doors part, your head snaps towards the curly-horned imp. They spare you a skeptical glance.

" It looks like you're getting what you want after all. "

" Yes! " The cheer is immediate and juvenile, met with a grimace.

" ... Right. " They're clearly uncomfortable. " Undress please. "

Words cannot describe how wildly your heart is beating within your ribcage.

You've been dreaming of this day ever since you discovered the nuances of your sexuality. Queen Vorticia is the most gorgeous, regal, seductive demoness to ever slither upon this galaxy and to feel the caress of her tongue would bring you to a level so beyond Nirvana that you have to contain a freakish noise of delight just thinking about it. Not that it would have escaped very fair, with the strange fruit crammed in your mouth- It's starting to hurt your jaw a little actually...

Yes, you're not the most normal of humans, but that hardly matters now.

The cart you're laid upon is wheeled towards what you assume must be the main dining hall of Gluttony's mansion. The pace is slow, the imps in charge of transporting you dare not displace a single element of your large plate's design. See, upon hearing about your situation through the curly-horned imp, the chefs present decided that it would only be fitting if you got properly and excellently decorated for the occasion.

A few of them sympathized with your situation. Few things are as romantic as loving someone so much that you would like to become a part of them, be consumed by them. One of the girls was a bit emotional hearing you talk so sweetly about the Queen. All in all, you feel lucky to have gotten this far so smoothly.

A noise from beyond crashes your train of thought.

A crash. Hissing.

The imps pushing your cart whimper and look at each other fearfully.

Ah, a tempestuous mood. You wonder what has the Queen like that.

Your chaperones slow down even more, and if you could, you'd stomp your foot on the cart to make them hurry up. You're not about to be left stranded in this hall because these cowards are doubting their life's decisions.

Finally, oh finally, you can see the tall, intricately carved doors to the dinning hall. The last room you'll ever be in, if all goes according to plan. The realization breeds a heavy feeling that causes shortness of breath in you, but for some odd reason, you have no second thoughts about any of this. More servants stand stationary, guarding the doors.

At the sight of your cart approaching, said guards hurriedly open the doors much taller than themselves, seeming frantic in the way they hurry everyone inside.

You have to strain your neck to get a good look at the scenery.

Tones of orange, red and gold shower the room, it's large enough to be mistaken for some kind of bombastic ball room- But you've done a bit of research, and you know the dinning areas are the real focus of the Gluttonous Household.

Little does it all matter. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything other than the absolutely gigantic scaled woman currently seated at a massive, tall table. Her sandy yellow scales glimmer under the jeweled chandelier's light, everything from the twin-tipped tail that lounges across the room to her drooping black robe and pupils nearly as sharp as her eyes make you want to swoon, toes curling in delight.

Queen Vorticia reaches down below, you get to watch the demoness grab a flailing, kicking man by the ankles. He's muffled just as you are, but a lot more bruised and roughed up, trying his damndest to scream past an unforgiving muffler. He knows what will happen to him the moment he's raised in the air, as do you. And there's nothing he can do but close his eyes and accept his fate when the bottomless pit that is the Queen's maw stares back.

One second of mind-numbing anticipation is all it takes, then he's gone. Dropped. Her jaw clamping the second the man was submerged. Hardly a lump forms in the column of her long throat before it's over. With neither a scream nor a whimper, his doom arrives. The Queen however, looks unsatisfied. It's almost as if she didn't even eat anything to begin with, frowning at the wall pensively.

Until the platter that man was in goes flying across the room and nearly rips a chunk out of the wall. It was so fast you barely saw the flash of gold before your human eyes.

Two of the imps escorting you scurry beneath the cart for safety.

" I trussst you've brought me ssomething worthh my time? " Her voice finally rings through.

" Y- Yes, your Majesty! " One of them is brave enough to squeak, rattling the cart and everything on it as he pulls it forward, the others sticking to the back.

You can kind of understand them. Vorticia could easily swipe a hand down and capture two or three of these imps as an appetizer.

" Then hurry! Do you wisshh me to starve here?! "

A slam of a powerful fist causes the ground to quake.

" Never, my Queen! "

In a blink, your platter not only lifted off the cart but rushed onto the table, quickly turned and pushed to be in front of the demonlord herself. You almost get dizzy from all the jostling, and as your vision settles, you see the Queen wordlessly wave before scrambling steps follow. The servants nearly trample each other to leave the room alive.

You don't even look their way.

You can only bore holes into the gorgeous woman before you.

Vorticia raises a brow ridge, humming.

When a single claw descends, you imagine she'll slice your skin, peel you like an apple or go for your innards first. Instead, she stabs a tomato next to your waist and brings it to her lips, tongue roping it inside in a blink.

You're sure she can hear your poor heart thunder in its fickle confines.

" You mussst be the human they mentioned earlier. "

You blink.

" Pretty thhhing, wantss to be my dinner... " She nearly purrs, making something stir low in your belly.

At the way you attempt to frantically nod, she actually cracks a smile, incredulous. Although the hunger you've always yearned for resides in her thin eyes, there's also a hint of genuine curiosity you wouldn't typically see in the gaze of such a predator.

" Hmph. Well I hardly buy it. "

" MmMMF! " Even if you had something eloquent to counter with, muffled grunts are all you manage.

" Don't mumble, it'sss rude. "

She begins flirting with the decorations on your platter again. Every single time, you study the movements of her calloused, scaled hands as they move, waiting for the cut that never comes, the grip that never follows, she simply steals bits and pieces of vegetables and frivolous dressing. You're almost offended for a second. But... The anticipation is actually causing some curious effects in you.

In a way, every single time her claws scheme the platter, brushing over the bare skin of your legs and tickling your sides briefly before retreating with a slice of fruit or veggie, she's playing with you. Having her fun, as both an apex predator and a teasing mistress. Fear mingles with sparks of arousal you've poorly contained thus far, creating a fire that has you sweating under her serpentine gaze.

" You're almossst too cute to eat. " She chuckles eventually. Something wooshes nearby, it takes you a moment to notice it's her large tail.

You notice, rather belatedly, that there's no one else in the room but you and Vorticia, and a suspenseful quiet has fallen between you. You could not have asked for a better environment. It feels as if you're both sharing a very intimate, sacred moment.

The next time her hand dips, instead of skirting around the main course, she tip taps her way up your trembling figure and circles a long claw under the swell of your breast, watching you shiver attentively before edging the decorative leaf covering it. A more than pert nipple catches on her sharp extremity, and she uses a thumb to flick it idly, casually, head tilting at the way you squirm and exhale through your nostrils.

Your other breast is easily uncovered as well. The Queen betrays nothing in her expression when she grabs a piece of bread and soaks it in the condiment that coats your skin, dragging it upwards, swirling it around one of your tits before eagerly devouring it.

This is repeated enough times to drive you a little stupid with want, groaning miserably when she merely teases your tits and continues to torture you with featherlite caresses.

The sweet torture continues when she takes care of the rolls covering your spread legs, watching the shameful state you're in become more and more noticeable. Your cunt flutters beneath her mere stare.

" Ssstrange, I've yet to cut you, and you're already dripping. "

You'd shake your head in denial if you weren't able to feel your own soaked folds right now.

She has the mind-numbingly erotic audacity to grab another useless vegetable decoration and generously coat it in your wetness. The rounded tip of whatever she's pressing against your womanhood bumps your clit. She swirls it intentionally, tapping it down and circling the nub with enough pressure that you strain against your binds and whine behind the gag, wanting to beg her for more yet only drooling pointlessly.

She makes a noise like an amused snort, and when you toss your head back, you can hear her practically slurp the thing for all the flavor it has, her thumb replacing the vegetable and leisurely keeping you stimulated.

When you're able to look back, her pupils have blown wide, the black nearly drowning her acidic sclera.

" To thhhink that, ssomehow, suchh a preciouss gift would fall upon my table... Withhout notice... "

Even if you're loving the attention, heating up like a small fire -Probably enough to cook the ingredients around you- You could never have guessed the Queen would take such an intense liking to you. It feels like a dream.

" Do you wisssh to be eaten, my sssweet morssel? " She curves, shadowing you, strings of drool falling onto your neck and chest.

Her hues acquire a nearly hypnotizing quality, prohibiting you from glancing away while she toys with you. All you can respond with is frantic, vapid nodding while you grind yourself down on her finger like a mutt.

" Truly? "

" MMMhmnn!! "

Not even the gag could have curbed that whorish bleating.

" Then I will. " Vorticia grins wide enough to crinkle the edges of her eyes. " Tonight. In my chambersss. Your wissh comess true, in a way. "

You're not given enough time to rationalize anything before her touch vanishes, leaving you cold and miserable. The snaps of the Queen's fingers attract the same imp you met when this all began.

They look at you with a mixture of confusion and mild caution. " You called, Highness? "

" Yess. Run a bathh for me and my Queen to be. "

He coughs and chokes.

When your head snaps to Queen Vorticia, you find no hint of mockery on her face.

You're fairly certain one of the sauces you were doused in must be causing you to hallucinate...

[eurafricafetish]

Sanaa has 20 years old, size 10 feet, 6 feet tall and sh'es mixed with english mom and nigerian father.

Sanaa is an Afro-English mixed race, she represents mixed race, she is tall, young and with big and long feet and toes, she is a foot model.

she accepted an interview about his cross-breeding and his relationship with his feet.

We are in 2044, 40% of Europe is mixed and foot fetishism is accepted in customs as well as mixed races.

Today sanaa answers 10 mixed girl tag questions, the latter is a series of questions on mixed race and mixed race people.

The questionnaire is proposed by Mixed mag.

Another interview will be done regarding foot fetishes. and proposed by fetish mag.

Mixed mag : Hi Sanaa , how are tyou and are you ready to answer of questions.

Sanaa : Of course.

Mixed mag :1. what are you mixed with ?

Sanaa : I'm mixed with nigeria and british a spicy mixed isn't it ?

Mixed mag : Like Afroland *

Afroland is the new name of England.

Mixed mag : 2. What ethnicity have you often been mistaken for?

Sanaa : None (she laughs)

Mixed mag : 3. is your hair curly or straight ?

Sanaa : Obsiously curly and there I made African braids.

Mixed mag : 4. Was coming from different backgrounds challenging growing up ?

Sanaa : In Afroland he has no challenge except to continue to support the Eurafrica of the future for a better world.

Mixed mag : 5. Which backgrounds do you embrace the most ?

Sanaa : I embrace my African side it's the future of Europe.

Mixed mag : 6. Have you ever been teased for being different ?

Sanaa : no ( she laught ) not in Afroland, Apart from a few closed-minded Europeans.

Mixed mag : 7. Have you ever been ashamed of being multi-racial ?

Sanaa : Never, Ashamed of what?

Ashamed of being healthy and sexy, having beautiful hair, beautiful body, beautiful voice, beautiful face and beautiful feet?

I am the future of Europe, I am a model of Afroland, I am part of those who will witness the complete advent of Eurafrika.

I am not ashamed of anything and am proud to carry the flag of Eurafrica and of crossbreeding.

Mixed mag : 8. Do you feel that being mixed has its benefits ?

Sanaa : Oh yes, a lot of advantages I will tell you 3 of them.

Firstly, compared to Europeans, I can wear my hair wavy, curly or straight.

Secondly, I represent the future and therefore that makes me Interesting.

Thirdly, crossbreeding strengthens and makes people more beautiful and healthy.

Mixed mag : 9. What makes being multiracial a beautiful thing ?

Sanaa : It is a beautiful thing because you are the future, harmony and tolerance, you have no hatred in your body, you are the symbol of love.

You are the fruit of anti-rascism, living proof that anti-rascism and interracialism produce healthy, happy and open-minded people.

We are the opposite of frigidity, we are not stuck.

Unlike English Europeans we have rhythm in our skin and for the fetishists our feet are prettier and spicy. (naughty smile)

Mixed mag : 10. Any advice to someone who struggles with their multiracial identity ?

Sanaa : Embrace it! Because secretly the ones who poke fun at you about it, are probably secretly jealous that they can't be different and beautiful like you :)

Do not hesitate to cross-breed to move Eurafrika forward more quickly and create this society.

Eurafrika is the future.

I will add in conclusion that we are the future so accept it, you are the beauty, health and future of Eurafrika.

Mixed mag : Thanks Sanaa for this Interview.

Sanaa : thanks to you.

[star-trek-dumb-comics]

OK I couldn't stop wondering about this and I had to check. So I checked Ethan Philip's wikifeet page and screencaps of his weird alien feet from this episode were not only there, but were in fact the only pics on his page. They were only rated 1,5/5 so that's not giving him a good look

Rewatching Voyager episode Alter Ego and WHY do they keep doing closeups on Neelix's disgusting looking feet

[chaifootsteps]

So I think we're all in agreement that Raph sucks.

However, I don't think none of us would give a fuck what he's into if it weren't for the fact that he's not an SA survivor, and Viv put his very fetishistic work into hers (boarded the episode and dialogue from his Valangel comic is used in Ep4) for millions of people to see without a trigger warning, and her trying to claim it's good SA rep. (He also sexually harassed a 15 year old child, which Viv victim blamed)

Raph, I don't give a fuck what you do behind closed doors with consenting adults. I write and read noncon fanfics. I'm into noncon, and I'm a CSA victim. And even I'd have enough foresight not to put my own personal fetish content into a show this massive.

It's literally the Dan Schneider bullshit. That's what this all is. He claimed the "comedy was completely innocent" when it clearly wasn't, and also clearly has a foot fetish. (Also, I know someone who was friends with Dan/appeared on his shows, and even they said, "I wouldn't be surprised if he was one [pedophile]."

Let's not let Viv get away with this one, alright?

Same, honestly. I could not give less of a shit what Raph likes, what he draws, if he dresses up as Angel and has his partner dress up as Valentino and they hit each other with phones, whatever.

It's the fact that Raph's fetish (and Viv's, let's be honest) spewed itself out of a whole bunch of unwitting Amazon Prime subscribers' TVs, and it's how they both reacted when called on it. It is, it's Dan Schneider foot fetish all over again.

[catierambles]

As was expected, because if two movies take place in the same time period they have to be exactly alike, reviewers keep comparing Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare to Inglorious Basterds. Saying "Well, in Inglorious Basterds, they did this..."

Guy Ritchie is not Quentin Tarantino, they are not going to make similar movies, they have vastly different directorial styles and go for vastly different genres of movies. And thank goodness for that because not everyone likes a misogynistic foot fetishist whose movies incels on the Internet use to call women stupid (while simultaneously complaining they won't sleep with them) because "they just don't understand the nuance and how smart it is".

I've seen From Dusk Til Dawn. It was shit. I've seen the Desperado trilogy. They were shit. I've seen Inglorious Basterds. Eh, it was okay. Christoph Waltz was the only good part of that movie.

Quentin Tarantino uses bloody ultraviolence to carry subpar plots and his main characters have absolutely no personality besides "violent". He's been called a "genius director" by people who mistake "shock value" for "genius". He's Michael Bay only instead of explosions, he uses blood and gore.

Guy Ritchie uses humor and wit. Tarantino wouldn't know wit if it kicked him in the face (though, to be fair, he'd be too distracted by his boner).

Am I saying Ritchie is a better director than Tarantino? No. I'm saying that Ritchie is a different director than Tarantino. I may not personally like Tarantinos' movies, but that's just my opinion. They don't make the same style of movie so their movies shouldn't be compared against each other.

[pouralaura]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

s/o to @adevilyoudo for sending this to me as well you all are so kind

I don't have a TON of fics, but here are my favs (all raphtav and explicit, be warned. just kidding i know that's what you're here for sickos):

I won't speak of love: the fic that started it all - Tav doesn't know what she's doing, but knows whatever she's doing with Raphael feels good most of the time. she'd rather stay in limbo with him than be forced to make any more decisions. so please don't ask me again. just let me be here with you.

your pout or your fist: Raphael gets Tav a gift. she has some [unwanted?] feelings about it, and he's altogether too smug. I love writing solo scenes heeheehoohoo. inspired by some delightful art by my friend @potatocrisp.

debasement: the Raphael Foot Fetish Fic. sorry not sorry. it's just who he is. it was the first time I wrote something like, explicitly unconventional/fetishistic and it was such a blast. I still think it's some of my best writing even if you're not personally into it, and the comments I've received are TRULY so kind. give it a shot you might enjoy it more than you think

teeter: my first successfully finished multi-chapter fic ever, even if it was only 3 chapters long. all about pride and vanity and other vices that Tav and Raphael may or may not share and how they work through them to find each other. who will break first? it's funny and silly and a weird comedy of errors and I'm seriously so proud of it.

who will burn who: I'm a total sucker for a hot greying professor. if that professor is Raphael I'm super fucking insane about it. he's nasty. she's nasty. haarlep, too, will be nasty in the next chapter, which will be finished sometime this month if all goes well.

[swordoftheberserkgutsrage]

probably selection bias but I'm starting to think foot fetishists are predominantly women

[lokisgoodgirl]

I don't wanna be the man. I hate the man. Unless the man is 6"8 with a British accent.

Thank YOU for bringing her into my life 🤣🤣

You’re charming as 💕shit💕✨✨it’s an aura

😍 You...have a face that people write songs about. Thank you❣️

Thank you.

[chainslobber]

Sorry foot-fetishists, I'm stupid 😞

[hapalopus]

Realizing I'm in no place to make fun of foot fetishists because apparently I have a hoof fetish ._.