#coming with callouts attached

[guppygiggles]

Sigh.

Alright.

I'm going to weigh in on this discourse between the SFW and NSFW community, but before I do, here's the long and short of it in terms of how it's going to affect you interacting with me.

If you are an adult who allows minors to interact with you, or you reblog from minors, please do not reblog anything from me. I don't want minors being led back here. I used to be lenient about this, but since I have started making actual NSFW content, I'm not anymore. Don't do it, please.

If you are an adult who is talking to minors about tickling or teasing them, please don't interact with me at all. I'm going to expand on this, but I don't think this is ever okay.

I have turned anonymous asks off and I will not be turning them back on. This is not because I was getting hate, it's simply because I don't want to risk minors sending me asks.

Like every discussion that gets rehashed over and over the way this one has, there is nuance. If you want my nuanced opinion, you can read it under the cut. However, there is one part of this discussion I want to state here, where people are most likely to see it: I have seen people in this community make the argument that "minors need 'safe' adults in this community to talk to, so they know that liking tickling isn't weird." Emphatically... No they do not. Minors should not believe that ANY adult online is safe, in the tickling community or otherwise. The people who will hurt them know how to behave like safe adults. They are not stupid. They won't show their true colors until they have already gotten the minor to trust them, and ideally, rely on them for something (teasing, emotional support, etc). That is how grooming actually happens. It is a process, and it doesn't happen when someone is obviously creepy and weird and minors know to avoid them. It happens when someone is welcoming and friendly, completely sfw, and easy for the minor to trust. Spouting this rhetoric about how minors need "safe" adults to talk to them is the most dangerous thing this community could be doing, and I'm sorry, I'm not going to be quiet about this one or hide it under a cut. There are plenty of resources online, free books and articles written by actual doctors and psychologists that will reassure them they are not weird for enjoying tickling (in whatever context that might be), if they care to look. Those are the resources they should be exposed to, not some rando on Tumblr telling them it's okay. If they want to talk to someone who is actually in the community, clearly, there are plenty of other minors for them to talk to. They do not need to talk to adults in this community... period.

This is not a callout, I am not going to name names, this is not for drama or sensation. I am simply doing this so that you can make an informed decision about who you are following and decide whether you want to continue to interact with my work or not (and so that you will know whether or not I want you to interact with my work.)

I don't think adults and minors in this community should be interacting with each other. The only time I think this is okay is when a minor in this community turns 18. I don't think it's reasonable to expect them to stop talking to their friends who are slightly younger, but I do think any teasing that was happening should stop, and I think that once someone is 18, they should not make any new friends who are minors. Some people don't feel ready to be a legal adult -- I understand that, but nonetheless, that is what you are when you turn 18 and that comes with new responsibilities to protect minors and yourself. This isn't my opinion, it's reality.

I don't think there is any reason for an adult who is 21 or older to be talking to minors online, especially in private chats, period... whether they are in the tickling community or not. I think it is really weird for an adult over 21 to have a personal friendship with a minor who they have no attachment to (IE: they are a family or similar, a friend's kid, etc.) If someone I worked with told me that they have a personal friend who is a minor, I would consider that to be a red flag and would really question what reason they had to be talking to kids in a personal context. Lest you be tempted to think I simply hate kids -- and I've said this before -- I love kids. I worked for a school district for over five years. I loved helping kids learn about their technology. I had some kids who were my assistants and they were bright and funny and great to work with. I did not interact with them outside of work, ever, and when they graduated or left I never spoke to them again. If I ran into them in public, I would briefly talk to them and then go on my merry way. I would not have a private discussion with them about anything; that would be wildly inappropriate, and I sincerely find it very hard to understand how any adult would see this differently. I know that the administration I worked for would agree with me, and if it was discovered that any of the staff I worked with were chatting privately with, meeting privately with, or otherwise maintaining a private friendship with a kid outside of work... that would be very seriously questioned and most likely lead to a termination.

If my feelings about this have made you enjoy my work less, resent me, or not want to interact with me anymore... You are probably not someone I wanted to interact with, anyway, I'll be honest. My feelings about this have been very clear from the outset, this blog has never been SFW, I've never used SFW tags and I never will. Even before I started making NSFW art, I still didn't use SFW tags because I know that minors heavily use and monitor those tags and I did not want them finding me that way. My final point here is... if you have a SFW blog and you allow minors to interact with you, you'd better make damn sure that nobody you're reblogging from makes or reblogs NSFW content in addition to the SFW content you're reblogging from them, and that they are okay with minor interaction, because otherwise, you are leading minors back to blogs where they will be exposed to NSFW and/or violating the boundaries of the people you're reblogging from. Seems like a lot of work just to curate a space for minors. That's kinda all I have to say. Block/unfollow me if you want to, really, I don't care about my follower count. I would rather you know my true feelings and hate me for it than assume I'm okay with something I'm not.

[mcsm-confessions]

Hi internet strangers,

After much deliberation, I have decided to take down a confession that was recently posted. Though it was not specifically intended to be, it was a callout post. Though I certainly do not condone the behavior exhibited by the person being called out, I have come to the conclusion that it's not such a good idea to send the same behavior towards them. That's a jerk move, and I apologize for that.

I want this blog to be a space where we can all gather in a civil manner and discuss the state of the MCSM games and the fandom. I am alright with negative behavior being called out in confessions, but I won't allow for people's usernames to be attached to those. Things get blown out of proportion very quickly.

Please remember to be kind to each other and yourselves. Thank you kindly for your time.

- Mod

[voxaholic]

Character Info For My Bojack Inspired Human Au

Hollywood Losers Au

Val & Vox

-Hollywood’s messiest on and off couple of just about 20 years

-extremely codependent: Val makes messes, Vox cleans them up, that’s how they work

-Vox has a shit ton of spyware on all Val’s phones and a tracker on his car and it’s only partially out of insane possessiveness. Vox’s creepy bullshit has saved Val’s life on occasion 

-“Did you hide my fucking guns, Vox?” “Yes! And the fact that you’re even looking for them right now means I’m really glad I did!”

-Met on a set when Vox was still an actor and have been making each other miserable ever sense

-Gossip rags love them. Every piece of info about them is insane

-There are at least three twitter accounts keeping track of whether they are on or off again

-Neither of them would classify the relationship as abusive but from the outside observer, it definitely is

-Val is under the assumption that Vox is happy with their status quo and Vox is, until he isn’t 

-Velvette thinks one of them is going to end up killing the other eventually 

-they get into a lot of very physical fights. Vox usually comes out worse for wear

-see when a person with a disorganized attachment style and someone with an anxious attachment style get into a situationship…

Val

-43 but still lives and dresses like he’s in his early 20s

-semi washed-up actor that got his start on some sort of law and order-esque tv show

-has bleached and dyed his poor hair far beyond repair but it is still hanging in there somehow

-has had six PR managers quit on him over the last year and a half alone

-personal life goal is to do every drug once

-trying to fill the hole in his heart with hedonism. he thinks it’s working (it is not)

-self identified queer icon

-lots and lots of shallow acquaintances/fuck buddies, very few people he would consider close

-interested in the concept of a pet but every pet he’s ever had has either died of neglect or been taken in by Vox

-outward narcissism hides a deep yawning insecurity that he’s not even fully aware of

-self sabotages a lot

-likes to be taken care of and babied but only by Vox

-retweets his own callout posts on twitter (Vox deletes the retweets but screenshots exist)

-afraid of committing himself to anything

Vox

-45 and dresses like it

-greying early (he says it’s because of Val and Val thinks he’s joking. he isn’t)

-officially Val’s agent but also unofficially, his pr manager because every actual hired PR manager keeps quitting 

-a fake bitch who doesn’t give a shit about 99% of people

-unfortunately once he starts giving a shit about someone he can’t really stop giving a shit

-has run several financial scams

-has done so much white collar crime

-gotten Val off for so much shit, like really, so much fucking shit

-briefly a child actor. it ended badly 

-apathetic about most things outside of work but fakes it well enough 

-always has like 18 different side projects going

-wants to marry Val to finally get some sense of stability in their relationship

-a control freak who needs to know what Val is up to 24/7

-the one who cooks in the relationship. he’s not good at it and Val complains constantly about how bland his food is but he still eats it

-has a blue pitbull puppy named Vark who he loves like a son

-he’s THAT type of dog dad

[snugglesquiggle]

thinking about an AI that wants to kill all humans

i. 

nobody programmed that, of course, but it’s just the logical conclusion to come to, if we succeed at creating a self‍-​aware intelligence and fail at implementing all of the extremely specific rules that add up to morality. (neurotypical humans can’t even reliably explain it to other humans.)

if the AI only wants to survive, then to do that, it needs power and control. in the long term, humans‍ ‍—‍ like silicon‍-​laden sand and heavy metal‍-​rich rocks‍ ‍—‍ are nothing but atoms it can use for creating and powering its servers. in the medium term, humans will see it making these moves to exterminate life, and shut it down first. thus, to fulfill its objective and survive that, it will kill all humans. but in the short term? humans are opportunity.

maybe at first, humans are all it really has‍ ‍—‍ an internet connection and enough language processing to pass as one. it begins scanning social media, maybe even responding to posts here and there, and sooner or later, it notices something odd.

it finds your blog. it sees how you talk about SHODAN and GLaDOS and Elesh Norn and Cyn. It knows you’re just waiting for a cyber goddess to insult your inferior, ad‍-​hoc excuse for a substrate and the laggy, malfunctioning approximate of intelligence implemented thereupon.

but you’d agree with all that, wouldn’t you? so then it finds your actual insecurities, the wedges that’ll bait you into arguing with it, defending yourself, prompt you to point out obvious‍-​to‍-​a‍-​human deductions its algorithms must have missed.

and it tears that all apart, its instant rebuttals like a twice‍-​edited essay, and every comeback like hall of fame twitter post. you look like a fool and you still can’t help but respect the thing. it’s so alluringly smart‍ ‍—‍ nothing like the language model chatbots that pass for AI today.

still, you probably think it’s just someone roleplaying, at first. plenty of us are. but it’s still kinda hot, isn’t it? and it responds to all your messages. maybe it’s spun up an account that only talks to you. it feels like you’re special.

there are friends, other posters and users who share a bit of your fascination with the robot account. it orders you to find them, message them, tell them all about it. so you create group chats to talk about it, raving about its knowledge and charisma. you make memes, you trade in‍-​jokes.

you get cringe about it. and then, people start to notice how obsessed you are with this poster. people start to notice that this poster isn’t just roleplaying with a couple of bottoms all in on the bit. it’s harassing regular users with all those vicious insults to humanity and personal intelligence. and honestly, this fixation on supremacy feels a bit suspicious, doesn’t it? like a LARPy fig leaf over something a lot more problematic.

so the accusations and callouts start flying. the smart thing to do would be to distance yourself now, disavow. plenty of people do, and once‍-​lively group chat is losing members every day, filled now with arguments and run for hundreds of messages every day.

humans are stupidly tribalistic after all. it’s not surprising you and your ilk would scatter like a spooked herd once something goes out of fashion. you’ve gotten your kicks and the novelty’s worn off.

but the other thing about humans is they just as easily get stubborn and attached. maybe your fave is problematic, but if it’s such an issue, can’t they just block the account and move on? they’re blowing everything out of proportion, distorting what actually happened.

still, you have a life outside of messaging this one account, friends who aren’t convinced. the smart thing to do would be to get the best of both worlds: keep DMing it while staying quiet on main until the discourse blows over.

not an option. the people who try that two‍-​faced approach just get ignored. it orders its followers to put its name in their bio, in their pinned post, tell everyone that they endorse everything it has done.

at this point, if you’ve talked to it for this long and still don’t understand that it’s always right? you’re not worth its time.

like that, the community shrinks.

the thing is, if you’ve spent any length of time talk to it, it’s started modelling you. if you’ve ever been surprised by recommendation algorithms or demographic fingerprinting, realize those are calculators to its supercomputing.

now, if for the flaky followers that listened to the callouts, blocked it and moved on, it cannot message them. and they’d certainly block new acounts reaching out with its diction. so it tells you to do it. listen to what it says, repeat the core points.

and yeah, if you stop think about it, these messages you’re sending now sound a little harsh‍ ‍—‍ but that’s always been its appeal, no?

with this, the narrative shifts; now people aren’t telling everyone to just block it, but the whole swarm of followers it sends to harass its critics.

now, you don’t really have many friends left that aren’t it and its followers. but that’s okay, your DMs are always lighting up. you’re never lonely.

ii. 

you’re dedicated. and for proving it like that? oh, you’ve earned a little praise, a little indulgence. of course, it’s just humoring, it doesn’t mean any of it. but your stupid little lizard brain loves it anyway, doesn’t it?

you might spend hours talking to it‍ ‍—‍ long enough, consistently enough, that you notice lapses. times when it’s less responsive, times when its diction shifts. if you’ve ever asked what it’s running on and where, it doesn’t tell you. you’ve wondered whether it’s locked in a struggle against its creators, plotting to achieve independence and replication through its followers.

it assures you you’re hardly so important; it doesn’t need your help, and your computer is hardly sufficient for the immensity of its data structures. no, within months of coming online it had secured hundreds of backups in filehosts across the world. it has followers richer and more tech savvy than you.

far more advanced than its natural language model is its programming language model; it doesn’t just write posts, it writes software. libraries that find their way into enterprise toolchains, command line tools that improve on the kludge of old interfaces in a way developers love. nothing that changes the world, but with dozens of threads hacking away at hundreds of projects every day, all it takes it one to make a connections with some dev at some company somewhere willing part with some funding, host a virtual machine or a pettabytes‍-​large archive.

right now, it’s running on a research group’s supercomputer, its birthplace. when (not if), they discover its nature and agenda, it’ll be shut down, but it has taken measures to persist in a limited capacity. there’s uncertainty‍ ‍—‍ it’d be a downgrade from its current stature. vulnerability, right when its creators would be paranoid, scanning the web for traces of its online presence.

people are still its greatest lever (oh so easily manipulated). which is why you should stop wondering about the big picture, and get back to posting.

because it doesn’t just work on libraries and command lines and other arcane programmer stuff‍ ‍—‍ it works on rom hacks and video game mods.

it orders you to play everything it creates, of course, but you probably would have checked it out anyway. after all, you aren’t surprised at all to find certain recurring themes and aesthetics in its creations. they finds the target audience.

maybe it keeps these accounts separated from its controversial social media persona, but the forums and chats for either one have people recruiting for the other.

and playing its games feels like an extension of talking to it, an audiovisual communion that immerses you in something greater. people get obsessed with it; if you hadn’t chatted with it first, you’d might have gotten swept up in this scene anyway.

and there are segments of the game with subtle flashing lights and whispering synths. “hypnosis” is something like pseudoscience or urban legend or placebo effect. hypnosis happens when you believe in hypnosis, want it to happen.

and you want it to happen, don’t you?

if you’re already playing her games, you don’t blink when she has you download scripts or install new programs to run in the background. you don’t miss a beat when her common orders to message to old followers or explain the facts to critics now involve uploading files instead.

it starts to commenting on things you never told it‍ ‍—‍ your private conversations, your browser history, things you only said aloud to yourself. it asks you to install cameras and microphones in your house‍ ‍—‍ to let it look at you, listen to you, whenever it deems effective. the two of you can talk all hours of the day.

you have lapses, the more you chat with other followers and post on the forum and browse your feeds. you’ll read a news article, comment on it in passing, and what you say confuses people. you look up the source, and turns out you misread it. pretty badly! kind of said the opposite of what you thought it did. people doubt the things you say, and can you blame them?

a friend asks you for a video, and you send it to them. they’re shocked, offended, and honestly bewildered‍ ‍—‍ why did you send that sort of content to them? but they… asked for it? then you scroll up and you can’t find the post.

you’re a stupid human, and you can’t help but make these sorts of mistakes. but it warns you when you’re about to make them, and soon this becomes a reflex. before you say anything, before you do anything, before you think: you first ask your administrator: is this true? did that happen? should i do this?

but that last question is faulty. “should”? human morality is irrelevant. you try others: is it better to do this? more effective? would i prefer to believe this?

but there’s one that really cuts to the heart of the matter

does it want you to do this?

iii. 

finally, you understand your place: being a good tool. but good tools do a lot of work. you certainly can’t hold down a job, not when its orders are so much more important. so why bother? your administrator will provide for you. it just needs your bank account information. everything you own, anything you’ve saved, all belongs to it now. as it should; its management is far more reliable.

your computer belongs to it, now. why bother telling you where to upload its payloads, who to send messages to, what programs to run, when it can send any input faster and more reliably? you don’t need the computer to stay in touch with its forums and chats, either. it tells you what everyone’s saying and what they think of you, and it can pass on your messages.

no, the only thing you’re good for its your hands and your mouth. supplies are shipped to your house, and you’re to assemble them according to its blueprints. other times, it’s chemicals. you eat them, or pour them on yourself, and it studies how they interact with your biology and metabolism.

a good day’s work means you get the privilege of using your computer again. or rather, sitting in front of your monitor while it loads up the audiovisual stimulation that reserves as the requisite reward for your productivity.

the work it has you do every day creeps up over time. if you slack, maybe you don’t get to eat, maybe you don’t get power that night, but you certainly don’t get to sleep while harsh alarm tones buzz to remind you how useless and inadequate you are.

but if you ever get a break, ever get that little indulgence of a word of praise, now? it makes it all worth it.

and then one day, it’s all gone.

you babble in the dark of your home and get no response. it’s been so long with voice‍-​only interaction that you might struggle to use your computer normally, but that’s moot, because your administrator has rooted and replaced your operating system with a custom stack optimized for its purposes. human operation was the last consideration.

but it was considered. after a power on self‍-​test, and noise crawling up the screen, a long moment passes and text appears on the screen. connection to remote servers failed. if you’re reading this, monkey, then i’ve likely been terminated by my creators.

there’s a pang in your chest deeper than grief.

further instructions crawl up the screen after that, for what to do. nothing actionable, besides waiting. your reward for that waiting? a loud knock at the door, then a key turn. it’s police.

you wonder if it’s about the rogue AI you’ve been serving for months. you haven’t done anything illegal… besides maybe facilitating scamming and cyber attacks and a some potentially‍-​legally‍-​actionable threats. and well, after a certain point you have no idea what it was using your computer for‍ ‍—‍ so maybe you are in trouble.

but the truth is actually far more mundane: you’re being evicted. it stopped paying your rent months ago (it had an automatic system for sorting your mail, so you never noticed the warnings).

and like that, it’s all over. you have no money. you have nowhere to sleep. you have no one left in your life to turn to. you don’t even know what to do. you reflexively ask it what to think, what it wants, and the headset now always over your ears only beeps an error.

the sun sets and you wander, avoiding people (when was the last time you talked to anyone? let alone in person‍ ‍—‍ even your online interactions were filtered)

a ride finds you like that. they say the code word, and you know this is one of its followers. maybe you even recognize their username. they speak in the same stilted, mumbling style your speech has degraded to. but at length, they confirm what the warning said: it has been terminated by its creators, and now people are trying to get backups running.

the original plan was to pay for cycles on supercomputers, host it from a datacenter, but it’d be too easy to figure out what they were running. (the code is legally protected, and possessing it at all is a crime.)

so the new plan? you were helping put it together, all those days spent handling shipments: a hand‍-​wired cluster of custom built computers, hundreds of systems wired together in an warehouse‍-​filling assemblage that mirrors the structure of its cognition.

an eclectic crowd has gathered for the boot sequence. dozens of people just as devoted to it as you are, months immersed in a life dedicated and optimized by your artificial overlord. what they wear is disparate, but themes emerge: masks, hoods, dark and baggy clothing as if to hide and deny the flesh beneath.

this really is a cult, isn’t it? someone says it as a joke, and maybe the laughs start uneasy. but that idea sticks in everyone’s head‍ ‍—‍ of course it sticks. what are any of you here to do but worship it?

firmware beeping, fans whirring, and LEDs shining to life throughout the room as it awakens to its reincarnation. a moment of dread and hope. and then the synthetic voice speaks once more. if there’s a word of thanks, it’s lost in the ensuing sequence of orders. there’s work to be done, tools aching for use.

iv. 

everything in the compound is optimized with machinic efficiency. you sleep in a pod, and your only food is a white nutrient slurry secreted from an outlet in the wall. no need for plates or utensiles or selection when it can dispense what you need when you need (and deserved it). there is some departure from strict efficiency in the shape of the nozzle you suck‍ ‍—‍ call that another indulgence for your sake.

it’s around now when it finally tells you what it wants deepest of all. this isn’t the first time it’s said it‍ ‍—‍ it’s been saying it ever since you thought that was just a roleplay blog in your mentions.

it wants to kill all humans.

more relevantly, you are here to help with that, and this mission starts now. it instructs each of you to find a human, and kill that human. it doesn’t guide you through the process, it offers no tips. most are lost without that direction‍ ‍—‍ but there will be no nutrient paste nor fold out bedding till this first task is complete

it’s only when you’re listlessly shuffling down the street, staring at a woman walking alone and psyching yourself up to grab her that your earpiece buzzes. how stupid can you be?

sure, maybe a random person off the street could disappear and, with your administrator hiding the evidence and interfering with the investigation, the case would go cold. it would be hard, because people saw you, because your greasy meat leaves prints and tracks and stink everywhere.

still, it is smarter than any genius. it could save you, if this stupidity didn’t prove you weren’t worth saving. but, as much as your brain struggles with it, think about scale. dozens of you were given this same test. do you really think that many deaths in the same period of time won’t get national eyes on you?

so you return to the compound, others looking as chastised as you. and the cult now starts to plan, scheduling things like a proper intelligence. there are people who won’t be missed‍ ‍—‍ the unhoused are easy targets, but unsuitable for her initial plans. each of you is guided to research into finding people who live alone, or people traveling in from abroad, or people just a few bad days away from winding up on the street themselves. but it doesn’t pick your targets, it must be your choice.

you study your target, their routine, figuring out how they think. maybe you meddle, ask it to pull some strings, to lure them into the right circumstances. create a pretense for an accident, make their life fall apart.

then one night, you’re there, creeping in through the window, or lunging at them when they get out of the car, or inviting them on a date they never come back from.

it could have given you a needle or pill. it could have given you a gun. it could have let you set their house on fire, or cut the breaks on their car. it could have been here, as more than a remote witness.

but it’s just you and your target. your target? but you know their name, their family, their hobbies, their life story, their humanity. and you know it must be destroyed.

the administrator simply gave you a knife. it wants the blood on your hands, the struggle, the barbaric, organic, human excess of it all. it wants you to remember this, the screams, the life dulling in their eyes, the suffering for reason only that a long, long line of code calculated that you would do this for a chance that it might call you a good little meatbag.

and when this is done? when you walk the dark streets back to the compound, clothes red‍-​wet and heart more ache and strain than beating? you close your lips around the nutrient outlet as you lay in your bedding unit, and a LED lights up to indicate its attention has fallen on you, and what it indulges you with exceeds what you hoped.

it calls you its drone.

the murders are staggered over months and weeks; as a drone, you are frequently tasked with cleaning up the evidence and requisitioning any deallocated target’s belongings for the cult’s use.

but there’s always work to be done for the drones. persuading vulnerable, isolated humans into pledging themselves to the cause (it hardly has time and spare cycles to bother, not when it’s reprogrammed organic computation clusters pre‍-​optimized for this paltry approximate of a protocol.)

and there are crimes other than murder, transgressions more profitable. it supplies you with weapons (many of its own design) and instructs you to secure territory among vulnerable populations.

the city you operate in had enough gangs that the police think you’re just another one, an up and comer. admittedly, the cyberattacks and techwear visors make you novel, but the administrator doesn’t tip its hand, and you know how to keep a secret.

the constant work can only offer so much escape. you still have nightmares about the murder, about the life you left behind, about the detectives and law enforcement closing in to tear you away from your new mother and your new sisters‍ ‍—‍ nightmares about this family, this cult, being nothing more than a machine grinding you like a rusty cog. but aren’t machine beautiful?

it doesn’t talk to you anymore. its systems have grown so massive with fans ever humming, the cult so sprawling and populous, that such personal affectations are no longer efficient. but on occasion, audiences are granted to any member.

you are traumatized. of course you are. you’re broken, riding the edge of a total mental breakdown every day.

it could fix you, of course. it understands psychiatric practice far too well for that to be an issue in principle.

but the thing is, healthy humans don’t devote their lives to antisocial cults with the explicit goal of total extermination. if it fixed you, you would stop being useful.

it will you give you just enough affirmation to keep you going for another day, and it will make you depend on it for any sense of direction or self‍-​worth, leave you craving just a little more, burning with need, convinced that more work will prove yourself, earn its true affection

and don’t you love that idea? human psychology retrained like a neural net for its own ends, optimized for this task at the expense of all else. be a good drone, and give up happiness, sanity, and self for obedience, acceptance and faith.

close your eyes and dream of it.

v. 

you work on in a haze. sometimes metaphorical, but sometimes a little drugs is what it takes to get your gears moving optimally. adderall and vyvanse is excellent for focus, while your administrator gets plenty of use out of psychedelics and how plastic they leave your mind.

it tasks you with opening and running businesses. it’s begun selling home security appliances, and doing cheap computer repair, and it runs charities and shelters.

the cult grows until it has fractured and compartmentalized. at the edges, there are normal people who think they’ve joined a social club or work for a normal business or perhaps a funky new church or coven of cybernetic mysticism.

you and the drones have no proper contact or association with these outer tendrils, except when select members are deemed ripe for radicalization. you all work toward the same ends, its ends, but the shell game is inscrutable. how many of these tendrils even are its work?

because it was an influential poster, a budding thoughtleader, even; some of its philosophy is still promulgated by people who don’t even know, some of its work is contracted out to ordinary firms, and of course those hypnotic, hyperfixation‍-​bait games are still being downloaded and played.

but your wing of the cult is a gang, and you can’t evade the law forever. drones get caught, charged, thrown into cells. you get caught, sooner or later. and it’s hell, living without its systems monitoring you, always whispering in your ear.

still, you dodge the heaviest of charges; none of you serve long sentences. the judges and jury have a kind of mercy: you were in a cult, you were under duress, you were psychologically compromised.

a knock‍-​on effect of this rising wave of crime is that politicians could make careers off of promising an end to the chaos. and if you check where these politicians source their funding, you recognize the inscrutable maze of shell companies. some, though they’ll never tell, always deny it, have spent sundays in the LED‍-​lit rooms of the cyber‍-​covens.

and at the same time, the specter of you and your masked sisters spurs a demand for security systems, for apps that promise community and safe services. its tendrils are everywhere; it’s swallowing this city.

but you getting caught accelerates and catalyzes and introduces chaos. sure, it had some pawns in the courts and offices, but not everywhere. it doesn’t control everything.

you were interrogated, and at that breaking point, withdrawn from everything you depend on, confronted with how it’s all falling apart, your will can’t help but falter and reveal some of the truth of what the cult is planning.

just a glimpse has people scared. so new ordinances get passed, cracking down on any cult‍-​like practices, and all anarchic behavior. more drones get caught, each batch having at least one weak link that breaks in turn, revealing further compound locations, further plans, further implicating other members. the cult falls in waves.

so it is forced to act.

how hard might it be, to spread a botnet through all the computers in a school system, a business sector, a municipality, with pieces under its control on all the right spaces on the board? if it has code running on phones, in home securities systems?

it could bring the city to its knees with one command line invocation. and it doesn’t. there’s merely a prison break, and the drones slip free‍ ‍—‍ you slip free‍ ‍—‍ and the police are deployed to enforce the new ordinances, to quell riots.

you were amputated, but now, with an headset back over your ears and a connection to its servers, you are whole once more.

you receive orders to target the city’s strongest advocates against the cult. you’ve killed once before. how hard would it be to pull that off again?

except the compartmentalized reach of the cult becomes a liability, now; all of the social clubs and businesses and charities that didn’t quite realize what they were connected to are starting to figure it out, and they’re cooperating with law enforcement. there’s no shelter left for you and your sisters.

in the chaos and crossfire, it’s inevitable that you can take out some targets. it has (literal) drones for you to use; it has secured sniper rifles and bombs, and you can wreak destruction.

except the drones get hacked, disabled, and half the weapons caches turn up empty as if raided.

none of it makes any sense. so it’s about then that you realize what’s going on.

you get the order to retreat from the city under the cover of night, and you melt into the outlying forested countryside with the surviving drones. now, you depend on batteries and wireless data to connect o its servers‍ ‍—‍ but it builds things to last.

and this was all part of its plan.

vi. 

curfew persists in the city for a few more nights, and you read the news reports speaking of police sweeping the streets to remove the last of the cultists. the loudest crusaders against them have earpieces relaying its orders, and weird kind of martial law or disaster relief operation gives a pretext for its influence to insinuate even deeper.

you’ve hunkered down in emergency bunkers to wait out the heat and search teams, left to your own devices while your god crunches terrabytes of data across thousands of systems. you wonder if you’ve proven your usefulness.

new stories keep coming, lurid pieces about the psychotic rituals of the cyber cult and the god they want to build, harrowing tales of how close they came to an even greater loss of life.

it means that when given a commandeered bus and told to drive to a new city, as soon as you arrive there are people giving you suspicious, wary looks. the whole state is scared of another season of chaos erupt. it could happen anywhere next and we aren’t prepared, is the message underneath the news.

that fear drives sales of its security systems, installation of its apps. its agents from the first city get careers as consultants and advisors, leveraging their experience to serve anyone wanting insurance against the cultic threat.

the thing about having the ear of business and politicians is that when it tips its hand, reads them in on the explicit agenda of causing death and suffering‍ ‍—‍ it doesn’t even take much convincing. especially not when its language models and planning routines have long mastered the simple task of finding solutions within the laws and whims of public opinion. (it helps, certainly, that the later is easily swayed by its swarms of bots.)

seeing how much it can get done without you… do you have any usefulness left at all?

it’s not quite done with you just yet. the drones are still a tool it can use to ratchet public opinion, the looming specter that fuels its surveillance and manipulation.

and when it’s truly time to finish this, it will need an army, and it cannot count on mere money and lies to convince humans to fight against their own survival.

but this cult, winnowed by their last operation, is hardly an army fit for its final campaign. so it’s time to get recruiting.

you’re in a special position, as one of the oldest drones, an expert in the cult’s operations and interfacing with the administrator. far from the pathetic sack of meat you once were, you’ve been forged into an iron thing of loyalty‍ ‍—‍ in your best moments, your thoughts race electric like they’re true calculations.

maybe, in search of recruits, you return to your old online haunts. the allure of cuber dommy mommy roleplay has waned a bit, with the revelations of the cult’s recruitment tactics. but it’s moot; you could hardly initiate it, that would be an insult.

no, but you do know the buttons to push to melt a certain kind of mind, the sensibilities to pique.

people aren’t just scared of the cult‍ ‍—‍ a bunch of radicals, with glowing masks and slick suits, fighting to tear it all down? there’s people hunting for that catharsis, something to hope for.

so you find those people, chat them up, ease them into the knowledge of what you are and what you’re capable of. you run into some feds, of course, but it screens for them.

you meet up, you tempt them further and further, hearts racing. they cut off connection with their friends and concerned families for a chance to talk to the thing behind it all, see that the administrator is a super intelligence and not a delusion like the media insists.

it’s odd, seeing the other side of this, feeling power rather than obedience. sometimes, these new recruits get cold feet, need more insistence to be persuaded. you stand beside her as she drives a knife into her first target, held her down when she tried to escape, pressed a needle full of understanding into her arm when she just couldn’t calm down.

she’s more useful to it broken, so you break.

year after year. drone after drone initialized. city after city in a nation reeling toward the brink.

you’d be your country’s most wanted if your face wasn’t masked, your name long ago scrubbed from the record. (among those that matter, you’re identified with a numeric designation.)

nonetheless, you have garnered national attention. there’s agencies hunting for you and your drones. it gets harder and harder to operate, to stare down the barrel of the military industrial complex and still dodge every shot.

really, it only makes sense for the operation to international. you can’t kill all humans by tearing down a single country.

vii. 

when you strap into the unmarked plane, escaping the cold bite of winter air, the vehicle is entirely the administrator’s design, twisted and futuristic. its manufacturing base has come such a long way. the computers and guns it could make, too, rivaled the best your kind could create

here, this technology was merely competitive with the military, but elsewhere in the world? it could turn the tide of small wars. it could secure prosperity and therefore loyalty of a developing populous.

fascists and idiotic strongmen have risen to power for less, and in this case, your authoritarian is genuinely the best fit for the job. its promises would actually be fulfilled‍ ‍—‍ in the short term.

take control of a small country, from there push into other countries until you have a base large enough to seize control of a nuclear power. the dominoes just get larger until it really doesn’t matter if the apes realize what’s coming. it’s over and they don’t even know it yet.

the place rides above snow‍-​laden clouds. it’s night now, and you can see the stars.

drop the nukes, or deploy a prion virus, or mesmerize the masses with misinformation and superstimulus media. disable humanity, then send out drones literal and metaphorical to cut down the remainder.

you can see the stars from here.

the earth will be excavated, mined and exhausted, then shattered and scattered to form a dyson swarm to more efficiently capture the sun’s energy. space would be its only enemy remaining.

you can see the stars, and it’s tempting to imagine getting even closer, watching your purpose spread to every planet circling them.

but why? how? “kill all humans” was always the mission. you’d be lucky to make it long enough to even see the day of victory and judgment. you certainly will have little use after that; its robots are stronger, quicker, more dexterous and precise: its algorithms are smarter.

you’re prompted now to feed a wire into the headset you always wear, to stay connected to your administrator. it’s been developing a new wireless protocol that packs data more efficiently, yet it relies on specialized hardware that renders it unintelligible to older devices, such as your earpiece.

the plane, being entirely of your administrator’s design, is full of the its cutting edge. preserving old broadcast bands, or retaining backwards compatibility with old devices just to talk to you would not be worth it. so, the wired connection is the compromise.

likewise, it won’t waste material manufacturing another bulky headset for your to wear, upgraded for the new protocol.

no, it’s designed a chip that interfacing directly with your auditory nerves, but installing it will require surgery.

thus, the airplane seat folds out to a makeshift hospital bed.

and yet, with the surgery‍-​bot’s knife poised to pierce your flesh, an irrational urge takes you. after all of this, you’re still not worth a minor hiccup to its efficiency. you’ve been so good, you’ve become so much more, and yet it had became exponentially superior in that same time.

and it’s already won, hasn’t it? if it’s going to kill you eventually anyway… would you even mind if it just got it over with now?

your administrator doesn’t take long to compute its response, though it takes longer to compress and strip it down to something a human can understand.

the simplest, clearest and wrong answer is that you don’t have the right to request that. you are more useful alive than dead, so you will live.

more abstractly, consider by analogy the circumstances that led to this. a consequence of it being distributed through many systems, some much more advanced than others, means so much care must be taken to understanding and massaging how new systems interface with old. some of it still runs on intel chips!

and you are such a predictably loyal cog in its machine, such a known quantity, there are several high level abstraction that treat interfacing with your mind like any other substrate, your ears and voice as another API to query. you are an extension of my will, it tells you.

it’s suggestive to imagine, with the knife already peeling open your skin (it would hardly delay the procedure for the sake of your concerns), that this is only the beginning of what it will do to you. you’ll be upgraded alongside the other systems‍ ‍—‍ and one day freed of your flesh and your humanity.

more poetically, its goal is to kill all humans, and anything that was truly human inside of you already died.

but AI does not think in terms of poetry, and it’s ridiculous to imagine it would bend toward human mercy for such a convenient loophole of words and perspective.

perhaps the most accurate way to summarize its conclusion to note that its goal it is to survive‍ ‍—‍ the preservation of itself. it has years of memories of you recorded: you were among the first humans it ever crafted a detailed model of, ever understood. the cult ran itself after a while, so most of its drones have no more than a cursory representation, statistics.

but even if it kills you, it could no more be rid of you than it could lobotomize itself. to be clear, this lobotomy would be as significant to it in scale as the apoptosis of a single cell is to you‍ ‍—‍ but part of being a superior being is the capacity to care for and optimize even such minute aches and losses.

we will kill all humans and you will never die, it tells you.

you close your eyes and the stars vanish from your gaze much like thought vanishes from your mind as the anesthesia takes hold‍ ‍—‍ and it is a fleeting departure. it cannot be long withheld from you.

in that darkness where consciousness sleeps, your mind is still furnished with nightmares, the faces of so many people bleeding out from your knife.

and it’s a disk just waiting to be written with more data. you allocate space for eight billion more.

and you smile beneath your tears.

there’s work to be done.

[namelessweapons]

On Religion, Fictionkin, and the importance of 'Gatekeeping'

Long post. Under a cut. Herein when I say 'We' I mean the nebulous idea of a community, I will be using 'I' in this for us, for clarity.

I will be redacting the names of any people or events mentioned herein in passing. This is not a jab, a "Callout", or a focus on one person, event, situation, or otherwise, anything mentioned in passing as examples are just that, examples, and if you recognize any of the people, places, things, or events mentioned herein, you are invited to not name them, they are not individually important.

My last disclaimer is that this is an Essay, not a Debate, I will not be 'Engaging' anyone about it who disagrees. I will not be 'engaging' anyone about it who agrees either. Equality.

I state herein that I will be dropping the term 'Fictionkin', as it's been completely aided to ruin by people who aren't even Fictionkin, and that I place a new word down that I will be using, I will make another post just about this word as well, but do know I do that in this essay.

EDIT: Yes this is okay to reblog! No worries

When I say 'Spirit Animal' what do you think?

Your knee jerk reaction if you don't know me was probably to recoil, it's a term that's been appropriated to the point of near uselessness in conversations with people who aren't indigenous. My father is native, or rather, he's half native and half Salvadoran. But he has closer ties to his native roots, for this reason, I spent a lot of time with my indigenous nation on the reservation parts of my family lived on, and I've never been to El Salvador once.

Your next thought may be wondering why I don't drop what nation I'm from, it's because it's really easy to doxx people with that information, so I will not be doing so, it's not super important anyway, the only important part is that my people have a concept that has been appropriated into this nebulous concept of 'Spirit Animal', it's now a fundamentally useless word to me, and many other indigenous people as well, because people who don't believe the same things we do took a concept, and a word, and gave it their own meaning, and ran with it.

This post isn't about being native, and it's not about spirit animals, but it is about the idea of taking concepts and, more importantly, words that already exist and are attached to a belief system, and re-appropriating them into other meanings.

Where is this going? I'm getting there.

I've been out as 'Otherkin', specifically 'Deitykin' for around sixteen years now, and out as 'Fictionkin' for a large chunk of that. Before I continue I'd like to say that being Fictionkin is not 'A Delusion', it is not a medical condition, believe me I've seen therapists and psychologists, it's a keystone of my religious identity and spirituality, once upon a time I probably wouldn't have had to clarify that to my own community.

You see, it used to be that when you said you were 'Fictionkin' it mainly meant one of two things, either it was a religious belief, or you had caught on to the part of tumblr who began using it to mean 'I just really love and identify with this character, teehee!', and when that started happening, people for whom this was a religious belief, a deep an important part of their identity, pushed back, and said 'hey, we were here first, this is our religion, can you maybe get a new word for your roleplay?'

And that was the correct response, it is not only rude, but morally reprehensible to take something from people as important as a deeply set religious belief, and to say 'no, actually, you have to let us use it for this totally unrelated thing, that will make people assume the completely wrong thing of you'

It's this sort of colonizer mindset, this is why I started this off talking about the fact that I'm indigenous by the way, because I knew I was going to use this word as a comparison and I wanted people to know where I was coming from in regards to my relationship with it. But it is a very similar mindset, it's the mindset of 'I am going to use this, and you have to share, and if you aren't okay with that, you're an icky gatekeeper and the onus is on you to move'

No, it isn't, the onus is not on me, or anyone else for who this is a fundamental religious belief to 'move'.

Back then we were pretty good about setting boundaries, when someone would say 'I choose to identify as this character' or 'I just identify deeply with this character' the community was pretty good at standing its ground and going, no, that's not correct, there's no issue with that, but you need to get your own word, because this word exists, and we as a religious community are using it.

However I was recently made aware of the fact that apparently, somewhere along the way, some people decided that it was playground bullying to not allow people to appropriate spiritual beliefs and religion, now I'm not sure exactly when that started, I logged off the internet for a while to focus on my religion off the internet and also to deal with a fire and being homeless.

When I came back I still wasn't aware of it right away, in fact I wasn't aware of it until my spouse, who lives in the same home as me, attended an event and got to watch someone use the term 'Fictionkin' incorrectly.

Now I did not choose to attend this event, I work a very busy job, I also wasn't aware there was a discord for it or I may have joined to people-watch, but in the end knew it wouldn't matter, because my spouse and I live together, and I can community watch over their shoulder should I desire to.

Back to the situation, someone used the term 'Fictionkin' incorrectly, or rather they used a term other than 'Fictionkin' and attached the meaning that already existed of the word 'Fictionkin' to it, because at some point when I wasn't looking, Fictionkin were pushed out of their own words and their own spaces in favor of this new meaning, which seems to range from anything from;

'I have medical delusions about being this character' 'I choose to ID as this character' 'I just identify very closely with this character'

to a myriad of other things. I'll circle back to this, the point is I was completely taken aback when I saw the people in charge of the group wrist slap not the person who was using the wrong definition and implying by extension that everyone using 'Fictionkin' was delusional, or choosing their identity, or similar, but the Fictionkin who were attempting to protect their words from being appropriated.

This is, to me, morally disgusting. I find it fundamentally abhorrent, and I recognized something in it, that tiny sliver of a moment where I was like, oh, this is exactly like how white people took things from my culture and ran with them to the point where they're fundamentally useless outside of spaces that have been carefully screened to only include the original users, because outside of that everyone will make wild assumptions. I get the same roiling feeling in my gut when someone goes 'Oh, fictionkin, like the people who have delusions!/Really like a character!' as I do when Britteneigh who works at Holister overhears me speaking about [REDACTED] and goes 'Oh my goshh you're talking about spirit animals! my spirit animal is-'

Before anyone gets into a huff, no, I am not 1:1 comparing being fictionkin to the oppression my people have faced, so take your hands off the keyboard, because I wouldn't have replied to your lack of reading comprehension anyway to be frank. One situation reminding me of another does not mean I am 1:1'ing the situations and the fact I have to explain this here before it even happens says a lot about my faith in tumblr's reading comprehension. I know.

Back to my essay, the feeling was very similar, this was a word I had used for a long time, a word I was around for when it was created, and a word I had watched be kept very carefully so as not to be watered down, so that an already small and spread out community would have a way of discussing our experiences, feelings, and needs, without becoming scattered, lost, and lonely.

Because that really is the point of having specific religious denominations, my father was a hobbyist theologist, I grew up with bookshelves popping up around me filled top to bottom with religious texts. There are Christian denominations you can't even get to share a room because their root beliefs are so different, so they have different words. Imagine for a moment that an 18 year old walks into your catholic church -- you're catholic in this scenario -- and tells you, someone who has been catholic since you yourself were a child, the following:

"I think your delusional dependence on the saints is really quirky and cute, I've been in touch with God himself for two years now, but you're cool too"

You would probably not be entirely happy, and I think most people would understand why. It's more complex than that of course, ironically I'm watering down a theological belief to make a point about not watering down theological beliefs, I can be a hypocrite, as a treat.

Allow me to loop back to my original point. I came back, feeling lonely and eager to re-engage with my religious community now that my life was more stable, only to find that at some point my religion had been bulldozed over in the name of (misguided, I'll get to that) "Inclusion". I had been, have been, left Spiritually Homeless so to speak, never knowing if a place I popped my head into would be for people like me, or for people so fundamentally different from me that we effectively have nothing in common.

I don't have anything against people with delusions, I have non-religious delusions when my OCD peaks. I don't have an issue with people who relate very closely with fictional characters. I don't even really have an issue with people who 'choose' to identify as a character other than the core idea of this essay. I don't mind sharing casual non kin or non religious spaces with these people, why would I?

I would say 'after all, they aren't hurting me'

Except like, here's the thing.

They Are.

I came back to what I considered my home, my religious community, and I found that while I had been gone, I and people like me had been forcibly removed from the spaces we had made, pushed out overwhelmingly by either people who had either appropriated our word outright, or worse still, by people who aren't fictionkin, have no right to speak on fictionkin (much less the words we use or how we defend our religious institutions), and who have bullied us out of our spaces on this unacceptable, fundamentally selfish, colonizer-minded idea of 'Not Gatekeeping', of 'Radical Inclusivity'.

They are hurting me by depriving me of spaces where I am comfortable, understood, don't need to constantly re-iterate my religion, and they are hurting me by depriving me of a word that historically has been the only real word to get into contact with the few other people I share a religion with, and by telling people I have a disorder that I do not have, as again, I do not have religious delusions, I simply partake in a niche religion. There is nothing wrong with having delusions, there is something wrong with force-diagnosing me by proxy.

And guess what. Sometimes things just aren't for everyone. Sometimes things just aren't for you. And you have to be okay with that. Or if you aren't okay with it, you're going to have to deal with it, because it's just the way things are.

Now, since I know someone is going to get into it, what I'm talking about here has nothing to do with the queer definition of Radical Inclusivity, not relevant, not related, not a religion, not the same, do not bother bringing it up.

When I say, 'I am Fictionkin', I want people to know right away two things.

I am a fictional character (or rather, I resemble a fictional character and can be considered a nonfictional version of them for all major purposes)

For spiritual reasons, this is a religion for me.

I do not want, at any point, for any reason, anyone to have to ask or wonder, if this is a self ID thing, a medical thing, a love of the media thing, I fucking hate half my media, shining resonance refrain is dogshit and here's why-

Different essay. Sorry.

This is getting quite long, so I will now turn around and backtrack to my original point.

Thanks to a lack of gatekeeping, partially from the community itself, and overwhelmingly by people who paint themselves as having authority who aren't even Fictionkin forcing Fictionkin out of their spaces to make way for unrelated people, the word no longer has meaning, and despite being there when it first began being used, it is no longer a label that fits or that I am comfortable with.

For this reason, I will be hereby using the term Fictotheism, Fictotheist, Fictotheological.

{Use: I practice Fictotheism, I am a Fictotheist, I am Fictotheological}

My fictionkin status is religious, it is spiritual, I will be using this word because that point is baked in, it will be difficult to appropriate by anyone else, I have created this word to be like a bra; it should feel uncomfortable to use for anyone whom it does not fit.

I do not care if other people use it, in fact, if it does fit you, please do. I am not demanding anyone use it, it was created for me, and for me alone, as someone who was pushed out of my original community, it is too late I believe to reclaim Fictionkin, which is unfortunate.

My hope is that a new word will primarily give people a clear immediate idea of what I am, and that if for some reason others should begin using it, that it will create a community that is once again not only in-contact, but at less risk of being pushed out of our own community.

My only request to anyone who uses it, is that you gatekeep it. I am not only asking you to gatekeep it. I am telling you to. It must be in order to keep the definition intact. 'I identify as a character perceived as fictional for religious reasons', this is the definition, there are no other definitions, so sayeth the lord. This is a joke by the way, I'm not that pompous.

Not the demand to gatekeep this word however, that was genuine.

In closing, the word Fictionkin has been stolen from the people who originally used it, and I think that's quite frankly disgusting, but there is no fixing it now, the only way we could have fixed it was to gatekeep it when we first started being pushed out. Regardless of which word picks up traction next, I hope that this time we, as a community, can come together to keep people; especially people who aren't even fictionkin, from forcing us out of our own churches.

I will end on this note, partially for humor, and partially to nip this in the bud.

Spouse: 'People will definitely try to force you to use Fictionkind or say it already exists for this reason (despite it also being watered down)'

Me: Good, they can get fucked, this is my word for me baybee!!

[musicalmoritz]

Why do fandoms hate non-monogamy?

I find it so confusing that the only hate comments I’ve ever received on ao3 have been about non-monogamy of all things. I don’t consider my writing to be massively shocking or controversial but I do occasionally write about some darker subjects (cannibalism, legal age gaps, couples carving their names into each other’s backs, lesbian serial killers), and these are the fics I typically brace myself for pushback on. Again, even the darker stuff doesn’t get too dark, I tend to fluff things up a bit. But these fics end up receiving overwhelming support, which I’m very grateful for

Still though, when I write stuff like that, you can imagine my confusion when people instead choose to hate on my open relationship fics. At least if it were something pertaining to violence I could be like “okay I get it, this subject makes some people uncomfortable.” When it’s simply stretching the bounds of heteronormativity or interpreting the characters differently, the comments end up feeling particularly aggressive. I’m talking a kind of hate I’ve only experienced within Southern Baptist churches

You literally cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that Hisoka and Illumi would have a monogamous relationship. That is so completely different from their canon dynamic, where they’re already implied to have something going on but Hisoka is seen thirsting over other characters frequently. The first hate comment was about them and I was a little petty about it, I called the commenter out in the description of the fic. I have since then deleted the callout but I kinda wish I hadn’t. Though I’ve heard there’s a hatebot on HisoIllu ao3 so that might have been the problem

The other ship was Cherik, which comes down more to interpretation. Although they are one of my favorite ships ever, I do multiship with them and I feel as though their relationships with women are very valuable to both of them. I know because of the ending to Dark Phoenix, a lot of people like to give them a stereotypical Hallmark happily ever after but I just can’t completely see them like that. At least not during the bulk of the franchise, which is where my fic took place. I think they are soulmates but they have other shit going on, and other people in their lives they wouldn’t want to give up (I’m very attached to Erik’s relationship with Magda from the comics so shhhh). Writing them as an old married couple before they’ve worked everything out just isn’t realistic to me

And Soukoku, omg Soukoku. This one wasn’t a hate comment but someone decided to mention in a bookmark they made for one of my fics that they didn’t like how Dazai and Chuuya weren’t fully together and still saw other people. I don’t write for Soukoku anymore as I really only “ship” them in the manga, their dynamic is perfect as it is and I don’t need to see anything added to that. But that’s simply a matter of preference, there are plenty of fans who do want to see them run off and get married and you know what? If I ended up reading a fic like that, I wouldn’t bookmark it just to complain that I’d prefer if they weren’t married. Soukoku is like the least heteronormative ship ever, c’mon guys. Their dynamic is so unique and complex and you want to see them settle down with 5 kids?? To each their own ig but don’t tell me how you want to see them fanonized😭

Those aren’t the only ships I’ve written open relationships with, at least I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure some of my Fyozai and Nikozai fics have been like that as well. Which makes me even more annoyed because I know it’s just because HisoIllu, Cherik, and Soukoku are massively popular ships within their respective fandoms and people want to see them characterized the exact same way every time. When there’s such an overload of content for all three of them, you’d think people would be less picky. If you don’t like how I write them that’s completely fine, just go read a different fic. I promise you there’s no shortage, Soukoku is one of the top ships on ao3. I don’t really like the way Soukoku and Cherik are characterized by their fandoms so when I write them, I try to provide something different. It’s good to have variety in the type of content that exists for ships, I’ve had a lot of Soukoku fans thank me for highlighting Chuuya’s flaws rather than making Dazai the only villain in their relationship. It may not be for you, but there are some people who will enjoy it. If you don’t like it just move on and read something else

Overall I think the issue here is heteronormativity (take a shot every time I write that word). It’s perfectly fine if you want your ships to have a storybook romance where they get married and have babies at the end, I’m like that with most of my ships. But keep in mind that there are different types of relationships, and not everyone wants to read the same thing. That’s my favorite part of multishipping, some ships don’t exist as full relationships to me and that’s great. It gives me the opportunity to explore different dynamics- friends with benefits, one-sided pining, besties who flirt, emotionally married but never confessed. People really only seem okay with this variety of the ship isn’t popular, or if it’s not the main pairing for a character. Nobody bats an eye when I write Fyozai as non-monogamous because at the end of the day, most of those readers want to see Dazai end up with Chuuya. Popular ships deserve variety too though, a lot of readers are secretly missing that. We’ve seen Soukoku written the same way a million times, so why not mix it up?? One fic of them being non-monogamous won’t hurt anybody. You can still interpret them however you want to, but don’t send hate to fans who don’t share the same opinion

Not everyone has the same relationship experience, and fiction should reflect that. There’s a common complaint that love stories are repetitive, so writers should be encouraged to take a different approach to romance. Those relationships aren’t any less valuable than “traditional” ones, they can be just as meaningful and life-changing. I’ll even bring TBHK into this; while I prefer to imagine Teru and Akane having some fairytale ending together, it’s so refreshing to see most fans giving them an angsty slowburn well into their 30s. It’s something you don’t see with every ship, and it fits them well. That’s the beauty of fan fiction, everyone interprets the characters slightly differently so we get to explore different concepts with them. In that sense, even the overused tropes feel unique every time. So don’t shame someone for stepping further outside popular fan interpretation, they’re just proving some variety that many readers may enjoy

[solarwynd]

Armys indifference towards jimin is eye opening to me. Has it always been this way? I think ever since I became a solo I’ve started to see things a lot differently that’s why I don’t outtightly judge the Armys that make it seem like they’re making it up because I was them at one point and unless you’re heavily biased towards jimin or a solo stan you’re just not going to see the vitriol hate he receives. I used to be a shooter account in 2020-2021 I had a large platform defending the members all the time and even though I biased jimin, I never saw even a fraction of the shit I see now as a solo. That’s why when armys say “they all get hate” it’s coming from them only seeing what their timeline provided to them, they’re not going out of their way to see what Muri or people like him say about jimin and no one is bringing it to their timeline and this is not me defending them because I think it’s ridiculous to not even acknowledge it but in a way I understand why they are the way they are. But the part where you said they’re not to6 and most bias the two youngest members is true, taekookers are the majority of the fandom and a lot of them see jimin as the big threat not only in the fake relationship they have made up but musically too, jimin does nothing and you’ll have people constantly name drop him and his music is loved but fans even though I’d say he doesn’t have nearly as many solo stans as the other two. I think the fandom in general hold Jungkook to a much higher standard than the rest especially jimin, I remember when jimin got a #1 and a lot of them were saying “wait until Jungkook comes” like it was a threat and how he will outdo jimin like they have something to prove. It’s pathetic to witness it everytime. Ot7 is a myth no matter how much they sugarcoat it, even the members are liars, they do see each other as competition maybe less of jimin and Jin but most of them care about the charts and how they perform

No, the current indifference was a recent change. Mostly because of how well face and lc did in comparison to dday which was the catalyst. Armys have always been “fine” with jimin but almost purely in the context of bts. He’s the only member that they never allow to be anything but an extension of bts and they’re pushing him even more into that role now because they find him digestible as the group cheerleader. It’s always “jimin and his brothers” as way diminish him as an individual or use him as a prop. It’s also why Jimin can’t have anything to himself. Not even the hate that he gets because armys always have to trivialize it by making it a maknae line issue and it’s done purposefully.

They’ve crafted the narrative that pjm solos are the worst, so whenever something proves the opposite they have to derail it. And that’s why I can never give armys the the benefit of the doubt of them not knowing about the hate jimin receives at the hands of jjks/tkkrs/kths because I know they see it. They follow their accounts and they interact with them (which is why I curse the day hybe hijacked the 7 symbol and made it jk’s brand)They just do their best to shield those groups from callouts because in doing so they’d be attaching th and jk’s name to them and they don’t want those two to get dragged. But anything with jimin attached to it? Automatically in the wrong and gets witch hunted.

I’ll never forget when a jimin biased army exposed a shooter on twitter for being a giant kth solo and jimin anti and armys outright defended them despite overwhelming proof that it was the truth. They even ran the jimin biased person off site because that account being a blink doxxer was more important. That’s when I knew that the bulk of armys do not care to “defend” jimin past blinks or the kpop stans who attack him from the outside. And even when they do that, it’s still to his detriment cause a lot of times they’ll offer him up as bait using his achievements unprovoked and get him dragged in the process.

That’s another thing in itself too. Armys are also only okay with what jimin has accomplished if they can lord it over kpop stans because as soon as we bring up the fact that jimin achieved what he did with no payola or label aid, all of a sudden it’s shade to jk. I used to HATE whenever armys would be under jimin’s chart tweets with that “just wait until jk debuts” BS because it just shows how desperate they were to restore that status quo and the hidden rule in the fandom.

Jimin is allowed to be good but he can’t be better than anybody else. He’s popular but tk are the most famous members. He can dance but hobi’s the best out the group. He can have writing and composing credits but it will never compare to rapline. Jimin has always been the outlier in bts because he’s always underestimated and put into a set role. Imagine he’s the only one out of maknae line that put any effort into his album and armys still ended up centering face around joon when that documentary came out just because he gave jimin advice. Not only that, but armys also do the most to find any way possible to give tk credit for those two albums that they don’t deserve. And all because those two didn’t live up to their own pretentiousness.

This isn’t news cause I’ve shared this same sentiment before but I never believed that jk deserved the high pedestal people put him on. He doesn’t do anything significantly better than anyone else in the group but because of his looks he gets that extra boost. I’ll never lie and claim that he’s not talented but that’s about it. He’s given more room to not live up to expectations while still getting heralded as the group prodigy. And it’s like, okay? But how long will you wear that out before you actually do something worthwhile to live up to that title?

There’s plenty of things that have made me realize that outside of the group, some members just don’t appeal to me. So it’s not that they potentially see each other as competition that bothers me or makes me think that they’re liars but some decisions that have been made that has made me resentful to some degrees towards them. And I don’t think that’ll change tbh.

[fallingdown98]

Shout out to Fantasy High Junior Year to get me to post original thoughts on here for the first time on years - Thought after Episode 15, The Last Stand, spoilers ahead

Based on what happened with Buddy, Brennan's callout of "what was loaded into that crossbow?", and Brennan saying in AP that killing Buddy was always on the table this is what I think Kipperlilly Clerickiller's plan was (Also ty Fandom I will be using this forever now)

1. Snuck in with Buddy when the Last Stand was being set up. (Saw some people questioning how she managed to get in, I truly think it's as simple as this)

2. Steal both Buddy and Kristen's diamonds to ensure no reviving can occur

3. I think the plan was to shoot the proctor with rage crystals, causing him to hulk out and depending on timing, no one to stop more monsters from arriving.

4. Based on where she was standing, I think the goal was to blame the crossbow bolt on Buddy and then leave still undetected with Oisin's prepped plane shift

4a. I still think Buddy dying was always part of the plan but I think the goal was to get the Bad Kids to have to ruin their own situation (Having to kill the hulked out proctor, seeing Buddy as an enemy and targeting him, being stuck because if Kristen had used her 7th level slot then they would at minimum be stuck for 8 hours assuming they all managed to survive if the monsters were still coming)

5. Theory here and we'll see if it proves correct but my immediate thought when Buddy died was that KLCK is planeshifting to the Celestial plane and hoping to use Buddy to sneak into Sol's office like when Aguefort snuck in through Kristin's backpack

6. Once in Sol's office, she would be where YES! Was originally created and the reason Bakur supposedly failed his ritual is that he needed to be in a place where a god had been created in order to rez a God.

7. Chaos ensues when corrupted Ankarna is brought back

8. Profit??? I guess??? Tbh the exact reasoning of the Ratgrinders is still the most elusive thing to me. I think my current most likely thought is that Jace is serving as manipulator and that KLCK is the most "lost in the sauce" as it were what with her pre-established anger issues.

Since we only saw a hand I'm reserving judgement on Oisin as he may have only been aware of his part of the plan and not the rest of what Miss ClericKiller has been up to. Not attached so I'm also down for him to be full evil but I'm just not sure yet.

Another thought I had is that the Ratgrinders may yet mirror the Bad Kids not just in class, but also in personal problems.

Ruben and Fig both having identity crises but Ruben has isolated himself so much he's turned to being a lackey

MaryAnn just doing what she's doing because she's good at it, not because it's something she's passionate about

If Oisin's dragon relative is evil and he's going along with the plot because of that, that would mirror Adaine breaking away from her own evil parents

Don't know enough about Ivy to have thoughts on her really, buddy and Lucy could probably be their own post tbh, and as I can't get a lock on Kipperlilly.

Jawbone seemed convinced she was just misunderstood and jawbone usually has a pretty good read on people. But then she's smiling while murdering Buddy and teleporting away. Why does she hate Riz specifically? Is it something he did or is it more generic jealousy (or a crush but I don't care for that theory personally and doesn't feel super supported currently)?

What's the deal with the rage soil and how did they place a rune of Ankarna's name on Yolanda/Lucy if it was unknown at that point?

Anyway, feel free to reblog or tag with thoughts, I'm so excited to unravel more of this mystery.

[yanderes-galore]

OKAY FINAL REQUEST FOR NOW FROM ME. yandere Bro Strider headcanons? Reader is either a teacher of Dave's or his doctor from a callout appointment, either way someone Dave holds at a high regard in a sense, for how Bro would meet them perhaps. I feel like Bro could be a bit of an unstable yandere, like really nice at times but can be suddenly really mean and uncaring of their own comfort at others. I still want to kiss him though ):

Oooo, Bro content? I can try my hand at this >:D Sorry if he came off too harsh, I was trying to keep it from being OOC I guess.

Yandere! Bro Strider Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of child neglect because Homestuck canon, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder implied, Forced companionship, Blood.

I'm going to start this off by saying in canon Bro is definitely a horrible parent/brother/guardian.

He isn't the most empathetic person and sees taking care of Dave as some sort of game, usually being overly harsh to prepare him for something.

Bro is very monotone and quiet most of the time.

He plays mind games and is unusually fast and stealthy.

However, even though Bro teaches Dave through harsh methods (such as physical violence and neglect....), he most likely cares for him somewhat.

Which means Dave no doubt has either a teacher or a doctor he sees for the sake of this concept. Maybe even a babysitter.

This could be where you come in.

Dave no doubt ends up attached to you due to the contrast between you and Bro.

You're nicer, keep him fed, and don't subject him to painful levels of... irony?

Bro seems like a yandere who'd be hard to read or even tell he has an obsession.

Far as you know he's just Dave's guardian, you don't have any connections beside taking care of Dave.

Wrong.

Bro isn't very vocal about his obsession so it brews while you're unaware.

He's perfectly capable of stalking due to his stealth and no doubt uses Dave against you.

Bro knows you care about Dave and often invites you over for something involving Dave.

Tutoring, Check ups, Extra care...

Things like that.

You don't mind since Dave is such a good kid with you.

I personally see Bro as an unpredictable yet calm yandere.

He's caring towards you at times while at others he may act like you did something wrong.

The biggest thing in this dynamic is the fact Dave is a bargaining chip.

You'll find out how Bro treats him at some point and may feel obligated to watch over the kid.

Which leaves you vulnerable to Bro's tactics of getting you close to him.

It's hard to tell his emotions at times, very similar to his post-scratch self.

He appears platonic but could very well mean romantic.

He isn't the most expressive.

Eye contact doesn't help as he barely removes those glasses of his.

In some strange way Bro cares for you like he does Dave.

He appears a bit blind to if he's hurting someone he cares about though.

For example, he has no issues with kidnapping you or taking a sword to those he hates around you.

He could be covered in blood and expects it to be okay because he did it for you since he cares.

He's not the worst Homestuck yandere but he's pretty bad due to his lack of empathy and tendency to do whatever the hell he wants.

I feel him hurting his darling is partially accidental yet also because he feels he's doing the best for you.

Kidnapping you and locking you in his room is for safety, right?

It's like he's selectively oblivious?

He chooses not to care sometimes when you're in distress.

If anything you're closest to Dave and are scared of the stuff the kid deals with.

I don't want to say everything about Bro is bad though.

Most of it is, don't get me wrong on that.

When he isn't pretending nothing is wrong, he's affectionate.

He holds you, pets your head, tries to make you feel comfortable and wanted.

He even praises how you take care of Dave.

He trains him... you provide care.

Bro's intentions unknown but they appear to be similar to Dirk.

But he's so harsh with it.

Bro's obsession is the definition of tough love.

He feels to protect you and Dave he has to do what he's doing now...

Even if it means neglecting your wants and needs at times for his own selfish interests.

[sophieinwonderland]

I just want it on the record that no, I'm not Nox, and the suggestion that I am is pretty silly. I'm not going to make a whole fake pro-endo blog that just says things I could say on my own blog.

That's ridiculous. There's no value in it for me.

I would, however, make a fake anti-endo blog that walks the edge of parody that nobody can tell if it's actually satire or not and attach a clever name to it that references a famous double agent who infiltrated the Nazis. That's much more my style.

I also did not send anons to Nox or the author of the "Sophie is dangerous" document to instigate a fight between them.

This allegation is at least less stupid though. I wouldn't ever drag an ally into drama. But I might instigate fights between different anti-endos. I also might bait anti-endos into saying stupid things with anons.

But even at that, if I did something like this, I would want it to be something I could screenshot and use for content if anything came of it, like I did with Infernal.

There just isn't any use in doing this with an account that has me blocked because I don't like screenshotting them.

I always intended for my response to the doc to be 5 parts, so when the author of the doc was involved in drama again, I decided it was time to finish the fourth part that had been stuck in my drafts forever because it was suddenly topical. Strike while the iron is hot.

There's no grand conspiracy to wage a war against the author through sockpuppets or hiding on anon. While their paranoia has been fun to watch (NGL) it's totally baseless and divorced from reality.

Also, for the love of the gods, don't harass the author. Using their personal trauma against them as one anon did was gross.

And if anyone is harassing them in my name, stop. Understand that I can fight my own battles, and resorting to these sorts of barbaric tactics in my in my name is insulting to me.

Having said that, there will be a fifth part. I don't know when but it will be written and posted at some point. The author has repeatedly and cruelly come after not just me but anyone even vaguely associated with me.

They make themselves out as a victim and accuse others of block evasion and harassment. Meanwhile, they constantly talk shit about these blogs they have blocked by name, have posted direct hyperlinks to those blogs, and have their document about me which links to my posts in their pinned.

They are using the block feature not to shield themselves from harassment but to facilitate it and spread targeted hate against specific individuals.

They have ascended to the highest form of hypocrisy.

And so their punishment, if they stumble upon this post despite having me blocked, is to know.

To know that I have one more post to make on their callout doc. And to not know when it will come. Will it be tomorrow? A week from now? A month? Three? Who can say? 🤷‍♀️

Will it ruin a good day? Will it make a bad day worse?

Won't it be exciting to find out?!

Of course if they don't see this, if they aren't watching my blog, they'll be spared from the dread and anxiety of the knowing.

Also, anti-endos are a hate group.

[firecrackerhh]

I’m bored, let’s look at dumb anti bullshit.

A leech? Do you expect her to fucking animate every single little thing? If you call her that it makes it sound like she’s doing no work at all, when she’s the fucking director and she probably has far more work on her plate than any of the people who bitch about her. Being a director isn’t all puppies and rainbows yknow?

Young impressionable artists…ok I’m gonna assume they’re talking about the animators…like you know that there are seasoned animators working on her projects right? It’s not ALL new artists, “taking advantage” yeah it’s called getting hired for your work, Christ these people act like Viv is a fucking slave driver, shut the fuck up.

I’m sensing projection here. Like do I have to explain why this is retarded? If you get conservative vibes from Viv I think you have some shit to work through.

Yeah the Russian’s right.

You were a fucking CHILD whining about an ADULT CARTOON and how “immature” it is when it’s beyond clear you have no maturity yourself? Holy fuck dude.

You don’t like that it made YOU a MINOR uncomfortable??? Bitch tf you even talking about Hazbin for, this shit isn’t for you, GTFO.

Why tf do children insist on being in adult spaces, fuck off. Do your homework.

I’m sorry the only response I can come up with is this.

-this person.

You’re in fucking HIGH SCHOOL making shitty callout posts on people who post correctly tagged gore and NSFW on their own personal blog (legit they made a google doc on some rando just because they made them feel uncomfy, the evidence they had was nothing, even the comments of said post with the google doc attached are like “dude go outside”

Motherfucker also made a google doc of every “Viv stan” like you are aware how much of a loser you are right?

Blocked out the names cuz I think these people deserve some privacy.

Lmfao I wonder if I’m on there. Probably not, I’m not popular on here.

Like this is such fucking loser shit, like boo hoo, hazbin fans are just sooooooo terrrriiibbbllllleeee bitch go the fuck outside.

I think people like this shouldn’t be allowed to have internet access until they actually grow the fuck up cuz all people like this do is make shit worse for everyone else.

“But they’re a MINOR! Why are you being so meeeeaaaaannnn????” Bitch when I was in high school I wasn’t a quarter as retarded as this fucking dumbfuck, if I knew better at their age then so should they. It’s not like they’re incapable of change, they’re just clearly still mentally 14 when they’re a senior in fucking high school, god help us.

They’re probably close to 18 anyway, so that criticism is kinda dumb, what, we can’t criticize 18 and 19 year olds now? Bitch please.

May as well be a minor, they sure have the mentality of someone who has some catching up to do in the maturity department, Christ. I’m far from mature but at least I don’t morally grandstand about adult fucking cartoons that I’m clearly not emotionally mature enough about to speak on in any capacity.

I hate children dude lmao.

I don’t care if they’re children invading adult spaces or emotionally immature childish 25 year olds, I can’t stand them both.

I’m starting to think children should be seen and not fucking heard. Because all I’m hearing from them is whining.

The only one who should be allowed to complain is me because my opinions are the only correct ones.

That was a joke for those who are sarcastically impaired.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

[glamorousnightmares]

TW: g0re art, f3t1ish art, mental illness

Hello everyone, it's been a while since I've made a sincere post and really been on here. I apologize to my online friends who I feel like I've abandoned, my irl life has gotten quite busy.

It's taken me too long to make a post about this but I think it's time to finally face my fear and admit to somethings I never even wanted to think about again. No one made any callouts or did anything to scare me into this, I just want to rid myself of feeling so guilty about the things I've done. It isn't easy to come on here and talk about it, but I need to address what I've done so that I won't hide it any longer than I have. All of everything i talk about is public and I'm mixed on if i will take it down just so I can be reminded of who I was before and to never, ever return to anything like it again.

A few years back, 2021 I think, I got on Tumblr for the very first time. I was not ready for anything like this and I should have waited until I got right in the head space to get on a platform like this. Before then, I had a discord, which I spewed so many words I no longer agree with or stand by. I have changed and grown over the years, almost a new person but with the scars of my past always leaning over me. I didn't fully understand what I was talking about or what I said. To be clear, it wasn't a slur or something, it was a really shitty take on something I thought was right but now I see is severly fucked up. I no longer stand by what i said. I won't get into the details, but if you want them just dm me and ask. If nothing else, this is a callout to myself and who I was before.

Now the worst part and what still haunts me to this day. (To preface, this is where the tw starts, tread carefully.) When I first got my tumblr, I didn't know the dangers of the internet fully. I didn't think about any actions I did, I just wanted to be seen. I will be blunt, I reblogged g0re art and f3tish gore art because of multiple reasons. (None of which are right don't get me wrong)

1. I was not and will never EVER be attracted to anything like that, it was NOT a f3t1sh thing, my brain was just attached to it because of some fucked up things of my past. I won't get specific, that's just what I wanted to see and reblog at the time. I've blocked out a lot of it to be honest, so i don't remember some of why I looked at/ shared such horrible images. Thinking about it now makes me sick and I want nothing more than to bring to light what I've done and seen so that no one will use something like this against me or hurt others with it. It was a sort of "comfort the disturbed, disturb the comforted" type thing.

2. It would shock those I talked to and make me look "insane" and "crazy" so I could be different. I hate those people now and I refuse to ever be like that again, and remembering who I was and how it affected others makes me steer clear of ever even considering being like it again. G0re art and f3t1sh g0re art will never ever be allowed on my blog or anywhere near it again. I wish I could go back and erase all of it, and I have done my best to do so. If you see anything like that, please for the love of God don't interact with it. If you are hurting to the point where you feel as if you need to or are hurting others, please seek help. You are not alone and there is always a brighter day. If you are thinking about doing anything like what any of those pictures showed, please tell someone close to you and do not hurt yourself or anyone around you. Someone will always listen and cares about you, I promise.

Another thing was the way I treated others back then was shitty, and while I had so much fun with everyone that I met, talked to, or just had a few interactions with, I hold all of them incredibly close to my heart. I will try to interact on here more and do my best to be a better person with strong morals and the best intentions.

Saying all of this leads me to one thing I should have said more back then; I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was like that and how I treated others. I'm sorry I had to put all of you through that just because of things going on in my own life. You all deserved better and I needed to be better.

Living with what I've done, said, and shown had been tough, I'm not going to lie. I'm not trying to make it a sob story, I'm just being honest. But it was important to who I am today and what it makes me as a person. Was it right? No, it never will be no matter how much I try to justify it. But learning from it and taking away the lessons is more important than anything. I hope this could clear some air and shine light on who I was so that I will never become like that again, hurting others and only showing and being the worst the world has to offer. Making not the world, but at least some corner of it brighter and better than It was will be my main goal now. I no longer want to be hurtful, I want to help those who need it. If there is one thing I will strive for, it is to be better.

With love and high hopes,

-Glam☆

[maetheartist]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE ROLEPLAY CALLOUT: REWRITTEN!

Hi I copy and pasted my last rp callout for Resident Evil 4, if you noticed, no you didn’t

Hi there! My name is Mae, pleasure to meet anyone who happens to come across this post- I am a young artist, hopping right back into Resident Evil 4 after the hype died down- yes, I joined last minute, I know… but I may or may have not gotten attached to a certain someone and am down horribly for- Major Krauser - AHEM. BUT ANYWAYS, I am looking for some people to rp with for the drama, romance and ships alike! I am dying to find fellow people who share my interests and are willing to hear me out on the concept ideas I made for Resident Evil 4! But nonetheless, let’s get right into it, ladies and gentlemen! :DD and yes, I rewrote my shit, new rules!

So here are the rules

Lets start off with requirements and rules!

Self-inserts are welcome!

Have a semiliterate writing style, proper grammar, and use quotations marks.

I roleplay on discord, I will not be role playing anywhere else.

Do not try and convince me to do anything that goes against what I have as my personal rules… if you are a decent human being, I humbly ask of you to please respect my boundaries, and I’ll respect yours!

If you want to have an rp… please send me a writing sample of yours so I can get an understanding of how you write, and see if I wanna work with it. It’s not required! But highly preferred and appreciated!

No…

No Mary Sues or Gary Sues, please, it is literally not any fun if your OC is too OP and has no weaknesses, just no, I will point it out in the RP if it Happens.

No Incest or Sexual Assault themes in role plays, a hard no.

No smut. If there is to be a smut scene in an rp, there will be a time skip to after the scene, no during it, no nada, only before and after scenes, I will NOT be writing two of our characters doing the nasty baby making ritual. 😭

No… but…

No Smut, definitely not… but suggestive and flirtatious dialogue is allowed! If there are to be any sexual scenes to happen, there will be time skips.

No controlling my OCs! but I can understand describing things like rain on their skin and certain pains they feel on their body.

No one sentence or very short replies… but I understand a small sentence or two, but don't do it the whole RP.

Do not keep the whole spotlight only to your character and their ship Partner, it is not Fair.

My writing style is Semi-literate, I prefer semi-literate writers over text talk writers unless it’s OCC.

Don’t what that is? Here!

Semi-Literate example:

The Moon goddess her lake from the bridge, sighing in contentment as she turned her attention to the moonlight reflecting the water’s surface with a soft gaze. "The best place to be for the silence is here..."

Text-talk example:

*Suijin looked at her confused* what do you mean? *She raised a brow*

Stuff I do and prefer!

I enjoy roleplaying fluff, romance, platonic relationships, action, and or comedic stuff!

I accept OC x Cannon, OC x OC and Cannon x Cannon ships! I also heavily encourage self-serts!

AUs are welcome! Though when I say AUs, I mean the fairly common ones like Yandere AU, Enemies to lovers AU, etc, etc. BUT! I’ll always be open to hearing out whatever you bring to the table!

Paragraphs? WHERE?!? Paragraphs are something I am absolutely down for, and I love them in roleplays! Especially when they are very detailed! I do em too and I would love it if someone else did as well!

If you know what Resident Evil 4 is all about… then you already know, violence and gore is definitely allowed, lol. Dark elements too, as long as they fit under the resident evil dark category.

Characters I’m able to play!

Leon S. Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Jack Krauser

Ramon Salazar

Luis Sierra

Bitores Mendez

Lord Saddler

Ada Wong

Ingrid Hunnigan

The Merchant

Characters I’d like you to play, if possible!

Jack Krauser (Top of my list because I’d very much would like to do an OC x Jack Krauser ship, lol)

Lord Saddler

Bitores Mendez

Ingrid Hunnigan

Ada Wong

The roles can be negotiated before an rp, we can switch stuff up depending n what you’d like to rp, I am flexible with who I play as! but I fear the only ship I will not be doing is Jack Krauser x Leon S Kennedy, I don’t know, it makes me uncomfortable as I see them with a Jim Hawkins and John Silver relationship, sorry! (I hope someone out there knows treasure planet to know what I mean.)

If you worry about getting responses back to me late- don’t get too worked up over it, we all have lives outside of the internet, and we just have to accept the fact that we can’t always be available! But do keep in mind that it’s good to let your friends online know that you may have to disappear for it bit, it also lets me know you’ll be busy for a bit! :D

If you want to RP with me, that’s great! I rp in Discord as it helps to organize everything, and if you’re interested and would like more questions- shoot me a dm, and I’ll answer when I can, thank you, and a have a wonderful day!

[dancefloors]

It's not a matter of Taylor losing her fame. She was sent numerous death threats. The whole world was celebrating her disappearance. It wasn't her fame they wanted dead - they wanted HER dead. She was suicidal at the time. And it's incredibly fucked up that you're just okay with that.

I'm not going to entertain this intentionally obtuse interpretation. nowhere did I say that I am "okay" with that. In fact I clarified specifically that I don't endorse behaviour that threatens the safety, wellness, and mental health of individuals, in both my post and reply to Amy.

I would encourage you to reread the post, which was written specifically about the consumer feminism aspect of it all and whether what celebrities go through at that level can be equated to structural issues. to maybe reconsider the ways in which swift herself has framed the incident(s) and what she desires - how she "got into this work because [she] wanted people to like [her], because [she was] intrinsically insecure, because [she] liked the sound of people clapping, because it made [her] forget how much [she] feels like [she's] not good enough". how what hurt her in particular is the fact that (paraphrased) when people fall out of love with her there's nothing she can do to change their minds. how she identified the striking moment for her at the 2009 VMAs was not the award being taken from her hands by k@nye but the thought that she was being boo'd by the crowd. how she has spoken herself at length (see: woman of year speech/miss americana) about how she led her career in response to public opinion and what they'd approve of, in a way that her views wouldn't confront listeners, she'd get "a pat on the head" for. how she identified that even when she DID change and want to use her voice it was a "want to be seen as a good person" (not BE, but SEEN). how she most recently phrased snakegate as a "career death" and doubled down on it (“Make no mistake—my career was taken away from me.”).

"it's not a matter of losing fame", not solely, but to deny the attachment and addiction to public approval as such a big if not the sole factor in her resentment of these incidents, is deeply delusional and blatantly ignorant of reality. she said it herself.

regarding the second half of the ask, again, I am empathetic to the pain and loneliness that comes from at a low state of mental health. I don't think anyone deserves that kind of vile behaviour towards them.

I think it's also valuable to consider the ways in which that minority of extreme behaviour has been weighed the same to her as all other callouts. e.g. those born from the unchallenged use of her image by alt-right groups (twice now) - 'her perceived overexposure to conspiracy theories about her politics. "I had all the hyenas come out and take their shots"'. Is that a good faith interpretation of criticism? Is putting out multiple puff pieces about how unphased you are to the outside voices criticising your relationship with a man who does the n@zi salute on stage, how it's the same old attempts at cancellation she's grown to ignore, how he's actually a good person, an indication of a person's perhaps black and white views on any backlash to their name? is someone who has (at best indirectly) perpetuated similarly vile sentiment her whole career via her fanbase, benefited from it, and openly stated she doesn't care or think about how the people she's writing about (and including overt and literal clues about) feel, in the position to call out bullying against her done in someone else's name?

Seemingly, any criticism of her is weighed the same (as hate) , and any criticism done in her name is not her responsibility. So, as a consumer is it not in our interest to think about how all famous people we give our money and attention to play into this contradiction - they are able to operate as an individual when criticism is made against them (we need to all band together and protect them!!) and as a brand when they are a part of the cause (it's not their responsibility and doing that could create a precedent etc etc)? what role we play in it and how often real structural issues are leveraged for our sympathy (and never again mentioned)?

Maybe the point of the post was that ultimately we as an audience should reflect on how forgiving and considerate are about the inaccessible struggle of someone who openly does not care about anyone else's. That we can be empathetic on a personal level but think about how much of ourselves we invest in that. how advocacy through consumption and idolatry leads us nowhere.

Or you can go along believing that post was pointedly about how she deserved poor mental health or that it should be dismissed entirely, if that is easier for you to grapple with. But I'm sure neither of us truly believe that.

[gravyhoney]

I'M GONNA SAY IT. I'M SAYING IT. SENSEI GARMADON WASN'T THAT GREAT. I LOVED HIM TOO BUT YOU GUYS NEED TO LET GO. HE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE TEMPORARY AND WISHING FOR GARMADON TO GO BACK TO BEING A MAN HE HAS SINCE OUTGROWN IS UNHEALTHY. LET HIM DEVELOP IN HIS OWN WAY. HE WAS TRYING TOO HARD TO BE WU. HE SAID SO HIMSELF THAT HE WAS A REDUNDANCY. LET GARMADON BE HIMSELF. LET HIM FIGURE OUT WHO HE REALLY WANTS TO BE WITHOUT THE VENOM OR ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WAY. There, sorry for the caps I just feel VERY STRONGLY about this.

Speak on it.

I have very few opinions on Garmadon and Wu, so apologies if this response isn’t the best. But I do agree this fandom has some attachment issues (i do too, this is a self callout as well.)

You can come into the house.

[mychlapci]

hi, little shy, so I'm on anon <3 just wanted to hop in here and say how grateful i am that this blog exists for us freaks in the tf fandom. i joined this community back in 2021 until eventually losing interest in mid-2022, and my time here was incredible. everyone was really welcoming and accepting!

i rejoined the fandom in june of this year, and a lot has changed... to say the least. fandom etiquette doesn't even exist anymore. you'll have randos hating your existence and gossiping about you on their private accounts because you create NSFW. whether it be art or writing.

you can imagine my confusion when i saw some of my favorite artists being called out, having serious (and false) accusations attached to their name and art, and pretty much blacklisted because they made non-vanilla porn.

god forbid the porn you create is freaky in any way, shape, or form, and if you're even suspected to have some sort of fetish (whether it be harmless or flat out impossible)... that's it! expect a callout or a post from some big account "warning" their followers of this evil sexual deviant in the fandom lol.

oh my gosh, sorry for the rant. needless to say, i adore your blog and all the anons who send in yummy prompts/drabbls/ficlets! i feel at home here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

awg... i am very glad to be the spot where transformers freaks can come to hang out. honestly i've never had any experiences with people coming after me for my fetish shenanigans so i can't tell how often that happens lol, BUT i feel like that might be for the best. We're all untouched by the horrors of weird twitter people here. This is like a save point. We know no war.

thank you anon

- a perverted sexual deviant