#This is a writing issue not a “bad friends” issue

[lamemeduturfu]

oh right

every now and then the internet decides it should revamp the ole “stop texting first and see how many friends you lose” when in reality you could literally just communicate that u feel bad that ur the only one texting first

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere platonic Niffty who likes to stalk the reader please , and it gets so bad reader makes a deal with Alastor only for reader to fall for Niffty trap. 

Huh, I can try with this. It might he Short as I have no idea how to write Niffty... but worth a shot.

Yandere! Platonic! Niffty tricking her obsession with Alastor

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Enabler Alastor, Clingy behavior, Forced companionship.

It all starts with you working at the hotel.

Niffty is quite the enigma to most, always hyperactive and... murderous.

You usually don't pay her any mind, she's off chasing roaches anyways.

In fact, you probably don't notice Niffty's behavior until later.

Maybe you're doing a task with Charlie, or cleaning.

You notice her behavior when you feel someone staring at you constantly.

Niffty is... herself, so it's difficult to read her at times.

She develops a habit of following you around and stalking you.

It's all very subtle at first.

She does it at a distance which makes you a bit... uncomfortable.

Niffty always seems to know what her obsession is doing.

She watches their every move, like she's completely fascinated.

There's no romantic intentions, none that you can see.

She just... loves to stare?

You think that's all she plans to do for a while.

That is until the smaller demon clings to you, rambling and giggling about you and her being 'best friends'.

What makes you want to find help is her intensity.

Niffty goes from watching you at a distance... To never leaving you alone.

You could tolerate some staring.

But now you can't even sleep without Niffty staring down at you with that big eye of hers.

You can never get away from her for long, even when you leave the hotel.

Charlie ends up calling you while you're at a bar, hoping you know where Niffty is.

Right before you're about to decline... She pops up to cling to you.

You'd have to be driven mad if you're asking Alastor for help.

Maybe your fellow hotel STAFF try to help you, only for Niffty to become a problem again.

Soon Alastor may just become your only option.

Unfortunately... This doesn't help.

Alastor is probably the worst demon you could've asked for help.

Plus, you overlooked one issue.

Alastor and Niffty are pals.

Alastor is no doubt aware of Niffty's fixation on you.

He's also aware that you're desperate to get rid of her.

There's a good chance the two plan with each other to snag you.

For example, Alastor will allow Niffty to have you if he can make a deal with you.

Well, guess what happens?

You're tricked into a soul deal with Alastor, which forces you to keep Niffty around you

The deal itself prevents you from leaving the hotel without Alastor's permission.

Which means Niffty gets to have you all to herself.

Poor you... Perhaps you should've known better.

Any deal with Alastor tends to be a bad one.

Now Alastor has given you to Niffty.

Plus, now he has a new soul in his clutches

Now Niffty can be happy with her new favorite Sinner...

Meanwhile, perhaps even Alastor can find a use for you?

[dyingswanpavlova]

About me

So, I decided to introduce myself after years, because so far I didn't really interact with anyone, but here I am. ✨️

You can call me Lana, I'm 25 years old and I've been on Tumblr since I was 14. There were always long breaks in-between, but I haven't been as active as these last few weeks in forever.

I'm a philosophy student and I got married two years ago. One year ago we started a family. That's also the reason why I can't always guarantee to upload or answer in time - sorry in advance. 🥀

I got a really bad case of depression when I turned 18. It's been up and down since then, but it never was as bad again as it was back then. I got a few mental health issues actually, aside from depression I'm suffering from severe OCD and anxiety. I'm also assuming that I might be a bit autistic, but I can't confirm that. I'm trying to work on it every day and hopefully, one day I'll be able to take on life without any precautions. One of my biggest dreams is to become an author one day - wish me luck. 🍀📖

I'm a very honest person - or I try to be. One might call it naïve, I try to call it positive. I love everyone, unless they give me a reason not to. And I'm convinced that love can exist in many forms, not only romantically; I might not know you, but I care about you. My inbox is always open for everyone. I don't tolerate any kind of hate or bullying. Aside from that, everyone is always welcome. Let's be friends. 🤍

As a child, I was abused, over and over by the same person and it went on for many years. I only just recently started to try and understand that better. My fanfiction "Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader is something that has helped me a lot when it comes to working on that trauma. I hope it might help someone else as well.

I have a strange fascination with darkness. Don't get me wrong, I love fluff from time to time, but I'm a sucker for angst. I always loved drama and I love any character going yandere.

I take requests and I try to take any really, even if sometimes it might take some time. I write for Squid Game, House of the Dragon, Game of Thrones, Peaky Blinders, Supernatural and like a million other shows which I can't all mention. If you do have a request, it makes most sense if you ask me if I write for that show and we'll take it from there. I'll be brave and say I take almost any request idea. Sure, there are some boundaries, as we can all imagine, but I'm not afraid of freaky shit - come at me!

I love books, poetry, music, art, food, movies, tv shows and the ballet and obvioualy many more things. Unfortunately, I don't dance myself, but I love to watch it. Anna Pavlova's Dying Swan and Swan Lake in general are my Roman Empire. ����🩰

You can find my masterlist here. It contains my most recent works, because, I'll be honest, I'm super embarrassed about my older fics. English also isn't my first language, so if sometimes I'm talking gibberish, please forgive me.

I think this is what was most important. I love you, guys!

Yours eternally,

Lana 🤍

[lovebitesandcrosses]

THIS OMG. A lot of people are like ‘booktok is giving women porn addictions’ and I get the point, I do think it’s weird to read smut out in public and/or only want to read something if it is based around explicit sex scenes, but that’s NOT the issue. At least in my opinion. I don’t think written pornography is the same as videos for hundreds of reasons that I’m sure most people understand.

The issue is it’s LAZY. The writing is lazy, often worse than a lot of fanfiction because they aren’t as passionate and their only real inspiration is from Colleen Hoover books they’ve absorbed and poorly written porn. It’s not about escaping into a new world or creating fascinating characters you truly connect to, I think it’s the modern day equivalent of self insert Wattpad fanfics. It’s about fulfilling a fantasy. I don’t think that’s bad inherently, and I think fantasies are normal, but it shouldn’t be an excuse to give up on any quality or personal style in your work. That’s just it though, like many romance novels, they make the characters completely empty shells with bare bone stereotyped personalities. So you can imagine it’s you and your friend and some celebrity or guy you’re into.

Again, if this is how people unwind go ahead. I think it’s the literature version of watching thirst trap slop videos or trashy reality TV, but I don’t think it’s inherently this terrible and morally corrupt thing. They’re just having lazy, brainless fun. I think it’s misogynistic to get up in arms about it as though it’s rotting women’s brains, I don’t want to sound like I’m trying to make that argument because it’s just stupid and overdramatic. It probably isn’t harmful to consume at all and I respect your right to read it. I am going to judge if you tell me you’re a huge bookworm and these are the only books you read. They are fundamentally different in intent to a majority of books from other genres. You can not give a fuck about that and I can be pretentious about it. This is the beauty of humanity. It ultimately is just watered down fanfiction without any of the characterising or charming details. That’s it. I wouldn’t be as irritated if it wasn’t the majority of new shit being advertised and published right now. Take it to AO3 where it belongs, most of y’all read on screens anyway. Damn.

Sorry it’s early but you really can’t use fanfiction terms in a non fanfiction context like if someone is trying to sell me a book to read and they tell me there’s an enemy to lovers I would be annoyed because why are you spoiling the story lol

[angstigone]

(A/N): hello there, lovelies!

this is my valentine's day gift for @akifordessert!

thank you for listening to my silly talks and encouraging my writing, it means the whole world to me and I had to put somehwere all the new knowledge about nagumo that we got.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors/ageless blogs don't interact, very selfship-based, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex implied/referenced, dub-con (they are both a bit wasted, but also this has been building up for a long time), implied/referenced trauma/murder/gore/survival guilt, relationship angst and commitment issues, manga spoilers, set in an au where they get some rest.

the bottle had been a bad idea from the get-go.

still, it'd have been rude to be invited to your friend's penthouse with empty hands, especially when you were celebrating something big, like the jaa finally being debunked and his reinstatement into the order.

well, there had been a lot that had gone through the months and hence the moment that you had received a message on your phone from an unknown number with a familiar code to decypher, you had been well aware that you couldn't say no.

still, you could have not bought the wine bottle.

a whole wine bottle.

you weren't exactly a lightweight, and drinking and eating always ensured that you'd get at best a positive buzz which made you slightly more sociable than usual.

assassins were trained to handle alcohol in quantity and to recognize their own limits, although there was only so much that could be done with somebody's metabolism.

as in the case of nagumo.

your glass wasn't ever empty and neither was his as he kept on pouring while each recounted the current state of affairs you were working on.

"... should have seen shishiba's ugly mug when he saw me again"

the first sign that the night had gone too far should have been the way that nagumo took the occasion to lightly come closer to him while he slurred the comment.

"... I think he's still butthurt about that one time when they gave us chase and you kicked osaragi's ass while I was doing the same to him".

"can't blame him, although I think it's more that he just really can't stand you".

still, the buzz had felt good and nagumo's added warmth after years of having denied it to yourself was as intoxicating as the liquid that kept being poured into your glass.

"... surprised they let you join again. especially after you... let me think... tried to kill a few of its members...".

"you were with me onto that!" he protested cheekily, and lightly making his glass overflow onto the floor although neight of you seemed to care.

"... oh and you also threatened the same man who recluted you, didn't you".

"yotsumura hasn't gone that far to hold a grudge because of such a silly thing" nagumo exclaimed, as he downed the liquid in his glass in one shot, making you giggle at the childish display.

"hey, pace yourself!" you shot back, grabbing the glass from his hand and trying to ignore the way your hand lightly itched where you had touched, inevitably a sign that it had been too long "... or you'll throw up and I am not your cleaning lady".

"yeah, she's actually nice to me".

"because you pay her!".

he was far too gone, to try such cheap tricks; comments onto your meanness hadn't ever worked onto you, especially after graduation. there was so much more that he could have used to hurt you: betrayers, double-faced and especially a personal favorite, coward.

«you have grown quiet» hadn't you? «... should I put some music? or do you want me to fill your glass».

«no to both or we'll get an headache» another glass and you'd effectively border onto uncharted territories, especially when nagumo looked like he was far past them although still himself deep down.

and yet, the way he was slightly slouching, with his hair falling down his face.

there had been a time throughout the mess that had come before this peace that you had been so close to tell him what you had felt for him.

that despite the bet on your feelings back at jcc, you still loved him and hadn't changed your mind even though you had been horrible to him while working.

"it was all an act, but somehow I know you could see right through it".

«you ain't funny» he shot back, moving to push back, probably to do either of his proposed activities as he regularly disregarded your desires. probably because he knew you better.

you went to stop him out of habit, but as he turned to you, you only then realized how close you were.

how you could see the subtle way in which his eyelashes flustered and his eyes dipped to your lips for but a moment.

sober nagumo wouldn't have done it.

or he'd have but not in the almost dorky way in which he rushed your gaze back to you, scared to be caught.

you had a protest right at the tip of your tongue and yet held back.

something was more urgent as your hand went to thread softly into nagumo's hair and before you knew it, you were pushing him closer to you, till your lips clashed into an awkward kiss, as your dizzy brain hadn't properly valued the measure of distance.

you found yourself kissing his upper lip more than his mouth, and the slight space between his nose and mouth, in an awkwardness that hadn't been there even on your first kiss, which had been coincidentally with the same person whose mouth you were slobbering.

when shame got to you and you moved to detach yourself from him, still, nagumo brought you closer.

he whined, like a puppy, pawing at your shoulders and adjusting for you your heights as he went to straight up lick into your mouth with even less coordination than you. the result: your lower lip felt humid and you chased after him finally meeting in the middle.

his hands went from your stiff shoulders onto your back in matters of minutes while your own pulled onto his hair, fisting it enough that you didn't know why it didn't hurt.

it was clumsy as you made out like two hot teenagers at their first fondling session, and yet, as unrefined as it was you found yourself quickly moving your hands lower as nagumo's own slipped underneath your dress - of course, you had worn a fucking dress, thinking that it only fit the rich aesthetic he gave off.

you hadn't thought at all about the easy access it gave him, as he stroked gently over your panties.

«... wet...» he mumbled against your hips, pushing out his tongue as he licked against your cheek, no better than an overexcited puppy and somehow the sight felt endearing.

especially with one of his hand creating friction between your thighs

«... fuck, I missed... I missed feeling you get wet against my fingers».

«you are drunk» it was important to reinstate that, if not for him, for yourself; what were you even doing crawling into bed with the man that you had been loving since you were eighteen, drunk and ditzy? «... you are seeing... seeing things».

«no, no... I... it isn't... seeing» he giggled cutely and you hadn't thought that it'd ever come back, the slight openness of eighteen and not yet, being tainted by your respective sins «... I can... fuck... you feel exactly as you used to do. you feel like in my fucking dreams».

had he dreamed about this?

about the moment that you'd clutch your thighs against his hand not to make him leave you, although your mouth said the opposite.

in vino veritas or some shit like that and if your mouth was too sober yet, your body didn't share the same curtesy.

and maybe that's why although you knew this was wrong - you were ditzy at best, old enough to consent and definitely the tension had been brewing for years at his point - you let nagumo push you down on your back, splaying your messy hair on the floor, cold marble, enough to make you giggle.

"... you have an expensive house and the place where you first fuck me since we got back, is your floor?" you teased, catching a glimpse of something almost genuine in his displeasure with himself as if he had thought that your comment had been serious.

«come» he said, as he got off you, making you inevitably whine at the loss, although you didn't know whether it was the loss of his warmth or the fact that you felt extremely clingy due to the alcohol.

read as in you had missed him, so tantanizingly much.

normalcy wasn't even close to a concept for what could happen between you; neither of you would ever come close to quit your job anytime soon and you wondered whether a family was even in the works, as it felt presumptous to think that a simple drunk fuck might be enough to restablish a relationship between the two of you.

although you did follow him - you'd be awful to have your host stumble through his mansion - as he led you to his bedroom; similarly to the rest of the place it was expensively impersonal and yet, you didn't see much because the moment that the door was closed, you were slammed against it.

nagumo had, at least, the decency to cushion your head clumsily with an head before he resumed the series of sloppy kisses, moving downwards your body as his hands fiddled with pulling the skirt of your dress up, exposing yourself to his huge black eyes.

for once you were thankful of the alcohol, as in any other state, you wouldn't have been able to hold the sight of his eyes as he slowly slid your panties - one leg and then another, strangely patient for a drunk guy - before he left them on the floor, looking back at your heated core.

he didn't do much for enough time that you thought it was done, he'd be soon asleep in the alcohol haze.

instead, he dived forward enough that hadn't you had the door behind your back, you'd have stumbled backwards.

hands dug into your thighs to keep you in place, as a clumsy tongue tried to spread your foldes while his nose inevitably bumped into your engorged clit; oh fuck, if your knees hadn't doubeld over before, they certainly did now, as one of your fingers dug into the wood of the door as if you could leave marks.

«sl... slow, nagumo» you plead and ordered at the same time, unsure of whether you should make this quit for both of your sakes but holding yourself back «... it's been... it's been a while».

«good» he sounded so self-satisfied, with his face shiny from your juices «... I fucking want you to come to me, for this. only me».

«pres...» your voice cracked pathetically as he adjusted his positioning and dug his tongue into you while his thumb went to flick your clit.

it was too much as you hadn't been lying when you said it had been a long time since your orgasms hadn't been hand-delivered by yours truly, but you simply took it.

«... ump... presumpt... fuck, right there».

whatever he blubbered against your sticky folds was probably a comeback to your patheticness. to the fact that even in your alcohol haze, you surrendered to him.

the bottle of wine had been a terrible idea and yet, you found yourself not regretting it one bit.

---

coming back home to nagumo always felt like being greeted by an overexcited puppy that had grown overnight and hadn't yet gotten used to his measures.

«... eggs! eggs!» you screeched, holding the groceries bags away from him as he smashed himself against you wholly, pressing your chests impossibly closer as if he wished for you to become one, which wouldn't have been surprising «... and I was gone for two hours at max!».

«bed felt cold and you left a note» he simply muttered back, nosing his way through your neck and after weeks of enduring this, you had an inkling that it might be because he was trying to sniff any male cologne, although you usually just went to the daily farmers' market nearby.

as nagumo wasn't a morning person - and neither were you - you usually took advantage of his sleeping pattern to get a few rounds done by the time he'd wake up.

usually this would entail grocery shopping, checking a few stuff for work - although both you and nagumo were supposedly off - and restock on stuff you couldn't have gotten to through the week.

a silly deal between you and nagumo was that you'd use one of the two days of the weekend to do something productive, instead of lazying around his bed as he wished; the other, you'd do that till he got bored. or hungry which was more likely.

the newfound routine felt at times constricting and far too domestic and there were times when you'd be walking around the farmers' market and wonder whether you did deserve it.

whether the blood on your hands would ever taint what you were building.

thankfully, being smashed into your boyfriend's - self-appointed - tits felt quite grounding in that department.

«... yeah, yeah, but you know that each saturday I have my routine» it was the last signature of singlehood that she mantained although not many approached you due to the ring on your left hand.

a huge rock that got you oftentimes worried that somebody might have the brilliant idea to mug you.

and you'd have to beat somebody for it which felt like unnecessary paperwork.

«now, I have to shower and then I can join you back in bed till lunch time».

«mmh» her muttered appreciatively, although his kisses were definitely anything but, as they dragged hot and heavy against your exposed collarbones, making you flustered as you lightly started slapping his back to be released.

«no, you can't join me in my shower» you shot down the unspoken question, hearing an hiss and a whine.

did you mention that you boyfriend - wait, fiancé - was an overgrown puppy?

«... entertain yourself with the new sudoku magazine i got you».

at that he was off you, making you almost chuckle at his antics as he went - almost childishly - to reach for the bags in your hands, digging his hands to grab at what you had promised and giving you the chance to look at him; nagumo was always pretty in a way that got you to genuinely want to chew down onto something but him... in the morning... with you?

devastatingly gorgeous.

messy hair, eyeabgs that were going away and geeking out like a nerd for his silly sudoku game.

hhm, although your favorite look on him had to definitely be his drunken gaze when he finally slotted himself inside of you again, a few months ago. when he had looked up at you while you tried to control yourself from tightening around him, not wishing to give him the upperhand.

it had all been useless, because the moment that your eyes met he had uttered.

"fuck, I am never leaving you, again" and that had been it.

«so, you do love me!».

you were taken aback by your horny thoughts, when again a pair of arms was carelessly thrown at your neck, although with far more intensity than before; this was meant to annoy you as he nuzzled his nose into your collarbone.

«ahhh, you do like me! you like me so much that you remember what I like! and...!».

«... and that's enough» you pushed me lightly; you knew that nagumo had better reflexes than that and he could have easily enveloped you again, but you guessed being in a relationship required bargaining: you agreed to sleep into his bed till lunch time and let you handle your stuff in peace «... you get an headstart but don't think that I won't finish my crosswords first, alright?».

«that's because you cheat» he said with a soft smile, moving to turn towards the bedroom «... look up the words while I am asleep».

«if somebody wasn't a huge big baby...» you teased genuinely, simply receiving a clear glare although even that didn't feel threatening in the slightest. and even if it did, it was in a good way.

as of lately everything felt ... threatening, but in a good way.

[xjackjackx]

Victim Becker is like The character ever because. as a Person he absolutely deserved better, he deserves a second chance to be happy again with Mitsi and Agent and his three new friends. he does not need an atonement arc, he does not need to apologize for anything, the world should be apologizing to him. but as a Character i would fucking hate it if victim redeemed himself.

like no. there is no world where i can see any scenario where victim gives alan and/or chosen a second chance and i'll be happy with it. it's not like chosen, who owed all his strength to alan and ultimately knew they have to team up against a stronger evil. it's not like purple, where his issue was a shitty father that he needs to forget and move on from, not hunt for approval or revenge or anything else. it's not like king, whose "villain" was a nonsentient game he was projecting his rage and inability to protect gold onto. victim has an objective, real antagonist to his story, and that antagonist is Alan Becker and his (in victim's mind) sidekick The Chosen One. There is no misunderstanding like King, there's no greater evil or vic owing them something like Chosen. Alan is responsible for every bad thing in vic's life, knowingly or not, that's an objective fact. Victim was traumatized for years because of Alan, Victim lost the love of his life because of Alan and Chosen (even if Dark is the one who killed Mitsi, Chosen assisted and Dark's dead so there's no one else Vic can hunt for)

I just. cannot see Victim ever redeeming himself. Him ever giving Alan and Chosen a second chance. Him going "I won't actively hunt you if you fuck off and never show up again" would be the best outcome, and that'd still feel wrong cause it's been over a decade, would Victim really back off after all of that?

What could make Victim back off? That's the biggest issue here. Why would Victim ever turn good after a life like his. He's spent 12 years plotting revenge. He lost the most important person in his life. He's so stuck up his own ass he views all his former employees as traitors and cowards. He's never shown himself to be grateful towards Agent despite all the shit that he did for him. He's convinced the rules are "I'm good and anyone against me is evil and probably with Alan ngl". His innocence is gone, Mitsi is gone, Agent is on his side and if he'll turn against Vic he would be written off as another "coward" and "fool", and the mercs are random hired guns that he does not give two fucks about.

If I was writing Season 3, I would not give Victim a redemption for the sake of a "happy ending" (he's similar enough to King anyway). For me, Victim is a character defined by tragedy; he's been wronged, nothing ever goes his way, he is the Victim of this universe. For me, Victim's story will end with failure, with a death that he won't return from, after he's lost everyone in a single-minded obssession with getting revenge. The same way the Chosen One became a hero, the Dark Lord died a monster in a failed attempt for world domination and the Second Coming succeeded where his predecessor couldn't, the Victim cannot escape the fate that's been forced onto him since his author wrote his story. Since fate cursed him. Since Alan gave him that damn name.

Would it be cruel and tragic for Victim to never get a happy ending after a life of suffering? Yes. But it would give AVA a more mature story than another "happily ever after". But it would teach Alan and Chosen that no matter how hard they regret and atone, some of their victims will never let them go. But it would teach the Stick Gang that even if they want to, there are some people you can't group-hug it out with.

Funnily enough, I only have that feeling with Victim. I'm very open for an Agent redemption, but that's for another day.

[crybabylipstick]

@littlebodybigheart/@melaniemartinezmusic: I’m so disappointed. Tonight I got my purse stolen from backstage. I had my passport in there, my card, personal sh*t from my parents, etc. not only is this illegal, but the fact that whoever took it, did it because they look at it as some sort of twisted “souvenir”, makes me SICK. I hate this internet age we live in too, because I reach out on Twitter trying to find who took my purse and all you write is “mom” “Queen” “follow me”. How is that normal?! How is that okay? How do you sleep at night? My friend gives his number out for anyone who might have any info, and people call laughing, asking if they could talk to me, lying saying they have my purse and will give it back if I get their tweet to 2,000 favorites. Really?

I don’t know how else to say this. I’m sick of artists feeling too scared to speak up on this issue. Just because I make music, doesn’t mean you have the right to dehumanize me. You bully me, you judge me, you call me a b*tch If I’m having a bad day, the list goes on and on. I work my a*s off for you, I give so much of myself to you, and i go broke to create for you.

Remember that I am a human. The fact that I was talking to another friend of mine who is an artist and she said that if we were ble*ding on the sidewalk, people would probably take a selfie before helping us, is a problem. No human should feel this way. Please understand that I make music to express myself, and if you know anything about me you know that I’m nothing but honest. I love everyone who supports me and my music, and I appreciate it. But after tonight there was no way that I couldn’t speak up about this issue.

Melanie Martinez via Tumblr + Instagram 💔

[perseidlion]

I hate crustaceans. They scare me because I was traumatized when I was younger.

That is not the fault of Red Lobster, especially if I choose to go there knowing my trigger. It is also not the fault or responsibility of seafood fans. They are allowed to enjoy crab, lobster and other pinchy sea creatures to their heart's content. I have no right to tell them they can't. It would also be really weird of me if I judged them and insulted them because they like to eat a kind of food I find stomach-churning and visually upsetting.

Friends can be kind to me and ask before ordering crab legs because they know it disgusts me, but at the end of the day they are allowed to choose their own dinner. I also have no right to judge people at the next table for ordering the lobster within sight of me. It's on me to check the menu for those items before I agree to go to that restaurant, or just accept I'll be a little uncomfortable if someone carries a tray of king crab legs past me.

The same goes for any trigger. If you're 18+ and in the world, chances are you might see subjects that disturb you. You just have to prepare yourself, avoid spaces when you can, and leave spaces that trigger you too badly all WITHOUT putting blame on others.

Trigger warnings are a courtesy in fandom culture. But it is not reasonable to expect that every possible kind of upsetting content is tagged.

To OP's point, some triggers are so specific or so uncommon that the person writing would maybe never even consider that might be a thing that would upset someone. It is common to tag the big ones that often upset people, and I haven't met anyone who objects to that.

But still, TWs are a courtesy not a requirement. If you read something rated M or E, you should be prepared for anything. Stick to T and G rated fics if you really need to stay away from problematic themes.

The same goes for film, books, and TV shows. If it's got an adult rating, you have to expect you might see adult themes. If you know it's a bad trigger for you, the onus is on you to do proper research before you consume that media.

It's also totally reasonable to be upset by these things if they catch you off-guard. But you have to accept that it is an issue you have to deal with yourself. It's not up to others to change their storytelling or excessively cover their work in warnings.

Art is supposed to make you uncomfortable sometimes. That's part of its purpose.

While we're talking about how triggers aren't one size fits all, can we also talk about how sometimes they're just plain stupid??

I can read, write, and watch rape scenes with minor discomfort, but a dubcon drunk makeout scene in a TV14 show made me shut down and turned me off of the show for a month because it reminded me of something that happened to me.

I can watch gore, body horror, and slashers galore with no problem, but watching people slice loaves of bread with razor blades on Bake Off made me feel sick because it reminded me of my own self harm.

Does it make sense? No. But that's just how it is for me. No two traumas are the same, and it's so selfish to think that someone exploring something traumatic in fiction, in any way, is a reflection of you and your situation.

You own what happened to you, but you don't have a monopoly on trauma lmao. You don't get to dictate how people write about these things. And you don't get to decide who is and isn't valid based on how they explore difficult topics in FICTION.

[ninadove]

Obsessed with the Representation timeline, because one of two things must have happened:

Either Kagami was whisked away to London days/weeks before Adrien, and none of her friends noticed until it affected the love square;

Or she was sent there at the same time Adrien was, and within 15 minutes of arriving escaped through her bedroom window to go on a date with her problem child boyfriend.

Either way, Gabriel and Tomoe are so fucking stupid.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[heartorbit]

something something sewing event

[vannyisinsanity]

to be quite honest, i first noticed sienna around may-june of 2023 back when i was going on a few dates with this one girl. i had watched the first terrifier before then (if i remember correctly), at least bits and pieces. i was hanging out with my older cousin one weekend and we rewatched the first one and then watched the second one. i remember not feeling romantic feelings for sienna at the time. i just remember going “wow, this character is pretty and bad ass and went through a lot. she also has a pretty name!”.

it didn’t become romantic until i was (ironically) on a date with a man back in October 2024 and we went to see the third terrifier in theaters. they did a pretty big time jump about half a decade or so later.

everything that made sienna seem cool to me was just amplified at that point. i remember empathizing with her loss and trauma because i had suffered the same. i remembered thinking she was so gentle with gabbie and it was so attractive to see her that soft. i wanted to know all her psychiatric hospital stories, and i really thought all her pain just made her that much more stronger and beautiful. i started noticing that she was a writer, she was writing more, and trying to handle her own emotions in fears of burdening others. i remember thinking she would never burden me.

she desperately wanted connection like me, and she wore the scars on her face/body with pride. despite all she went through, she didn’t give up on herself. she wore a lot of yellow too, and i kept thinking she was so beautiful and looked like sunshine. well, fast forward 4 months later and here we are. i never went out with that girl or guy again.

i moved 6 months ago to a new town for college and left all of my friends. i spend most of my time currently either at school doing homework or online obsessed with this fictional mf. despite being pretty and friendly, i just struggle making friends. i think it’s due to people boring me and me losing interest fast. like i will see certain flaws and decided that between that and my own (like my severe trust issues), i just can’t maintain it.

does anyone feel similar ? it’s always funny when people think some of us self ship bc we are lonely losers who are desperate. many of us have jobs, partners, friends, responsibilities, get asked out a lot, yet still have an obsession with our F/Os lol.

like i don’t love my blorbo because i don’t get pursued. i get pursued and still prefer my blorbo. i can’t make this stuff up. it’s been going on 2 years technically that i think about the terrifier series nearly every day.

DIS IS MY GF -

Writing backstories for why u and ur f/o got together is so difficult. Like I rizzed them up by existing and then we ran away into the sunset idk what to tell you, you just had to be there

[spookygibberish]

Dogstock are typical of what are often deemed the ‘evil’ races in many other fantasy works. They were created by some higher force to be slaves, they are carnivorous by nature, they resemble animals other than human in dentition and build. They growl and bite and walk behind.

The Uhasr (a dogstock culture) are descendants of such slave-infantry that was abandoned when the empire that used them to capture the steppes decided the land wasn’t so profitable after all, and more pressing matters drew their attention elsewhere. Like tools left spent on the ground, the unneeded, excess dogstock were left to survive on their own in Hochkiskuph. The native peoples, of course, did not welcome them any more, or see them any less as oppressors when the hand released the lead. To the Hochkiskuph peoples, the Uhasr are a predatory ghost, an echo that consumes them even in absentia. To the Uhasr, one human is much like another, differing in number and equipment, but never in essence. Uhasr are a species of wild animal with a human face. Humans are prey on two legs. Humans smoke and poison uncovered dens on principle, Uhasr abduct and consume men and women and children all the same.

A common trend I have noticed in media which aims to humanize monsters, is that it often relies on passivity. Humanity is contingent upon kindness. The monster that is A Person only so long as they are a harmless thing at heart, something which can be understood and befriended. Their violence is reluctant, their hearts noble. Grace is a concession to the dominated. Only the toothless beast, declawed and pinioned and caged, is one which has earned its personhood. The ontological enemy supersedes the ontological man.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I'm not ready to shut up about Aveline and Carver--so, when you go see Aveline in Act 1, you can catch up with her a little bit and that's where this conversation can happen:

Aveline: "It's just one more change, though. The real end for me was Ostagar. What about you, Carver? You were there. Do you feel something similar?" Carver: No. Aveline: All right, then. Bit of a tit, your brother.

I wanted to see what she would say if Carver isn't in the party. Instead, she says this:

Aveline: Carver was there. I imagine he feels something similar. If he allows it.

......well, at least she didn't call him a tit?

[looseinthecatroom]

Real talk though;

Can we talk about Sky??

I have many many questions?

(Mostly I just feel bad for her for getting THAT shafted out of literally any independent character??)

Like really, what in the seventeenth circle of fuck was *gestures* her entire plot line/existence?

Genuinely, how is no one talking about this?? Girl is a walking plot thread/plot hole/thematic angle that didn't ACTUALLY get used/black hole of personal autonomy and character development?? What the ACTUAL hell was the idea there??

More rants in the tags. Because my confusion knows no bounds.

[withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick]

stretches my back out cause im back out but anyways

deep breath

I think the concept of this in general is very new to the fandom, because the romanticizing of Seph being a creep came with a lot of the visuals of remake and rebirth. before the new games, i think this 'Sephiroth glorifying mental illness' vibe wasn't nearly as strong, but even with the vibe, I think it's a stretch to compare the two

Genesis, you can give me an argument for mental illness for sure. You could argue to me that degradation in itself was a mental illness of sorts, and brother I'm down. However. I will say that by the time the largest part of FF7 is happening, we've gone past Sephiroth being mentally ill into him being...something else altogether. Mental illness is when your brain has some issues with letting you live life day to day. That motherfucker is like, trans-species. That gayboy is liberating his mortal shell. Before him dying and sucking Mother's Lifestream tainted tit for five years, we could talk Sephiroth being mentally ill, but him at the height of being an antagonist? Nuh uh. I don't think that qualifies as 'mental illness' anymore

i also think it's a stretch to say they're both assholes because by the way they're characterized...they're not. now sephiroth is a bad person. he's a horrible person. but assholes are people that are terrible to other people either out of obliviousness or just for the sake of being terrible. sephiroth doesn't fit that. Genesis, however, his entire character is asshole. I mean. Seriously. I blame that on Crisis Core's shitty writing more than anything, but using canon alone, Genesis is an asshole. We don't get much more about him.

Now I'm NOT going to break down why I think people like Sephiroth over Genesis, cause that's a separate argument. But liking Seph or Gen is not an 'if-then' statement, because they are neither equal nor subsequent to each other. It's apples to oranges. depth to width. dick to balls. i may have lost the plot.

i also don't think this is a moral issue. i think bringing morals into the convo isn't fair in a lot of regards when it comes to fandom because...it's fiction. you're allowed to like a character BECAUSE they're horrible. no one's stopping you. there are objectively horrible character with incredible writing, and if someone likes them, that's not a moral issue. someone liking Sephiroth's character doesn't equal them liking genocide. someone liking Genesis doesn't equal them enjoying eating people's hair.

and while I'm talking abt enjoying a bad character's writing, one's writing is more likeable than the other's and you get one guess which is which...five squats while you think...

Sephiroth! Sephiroth has better writing! Because more is invested into him, seeing as he's a major character and the primary antagonist of the FF7 compilation! In comparison, writing around Genesis has been fucked up for a long time now because it was, all in all, pretty sloppy. Genesis has a lot of POTENTIAL, and that's something the fandom has taken and run with, and is probably the best thing the fandom has done. Crisis Core wasted him, but we don't, and that's great. But the fandom take on him is not the same as the crumbs that the canon gave us. If he was well written and shat on, I'd be with you. But he's not. He's badly written. full stop.

Sephiroth is downright genocidal and turns to an alien to fix his mommy issues instead of a damn therapist. That's not cool. Genesis is a selfish asshole that essentially abandons his friends in pursuit of his personal grandeur. Also not cool. And guess what? You can like one and not like the other. Yee haw

Soooo yeah that's my take. It's Thursday, I'm at work, and I felt strongly enough about this to drop the taxes and write an essay. I'd apologize for that, but I wouldn't mean it. I'm here when the moon is blue and the coke is pure

(clears throat)

This may be a hot take but I think the reason some fans love Sephiroth but hate Genesis despite them both being assholes is because Sephiroth glorifies mental illness by making him weirdly charismatic and romantic about it meanwhile Genesis realistically depicts how mental illness can make you aggressive and not think straight

aka; people who hate Genesis for "being mean to his friends" but like sephiroth despite him literally murdering people need to reevaluate their morals