#definitely something against the people who harass people for not knowing the right names for swords though

[emberthestoryteller]

Jared Dragonstooth

i want to redo a series i wrote a while back that was lost to the great online presence purge of when i realized i wasn't going to be making enough money on writing commissions to be worth maintaining that sort of online presence anymore, but doing character intros in the story itself is a pain, so i'm just going to do physical descriptions and summaries of their backstories and hope you can just pick up on enough of their vibes from that for the series to make sense first. i plan on giving this backstory a proper go and doing it well later, but for now here's the rough draft of the summary

Jared Dragonstooth is a warrior of draconic descent. He's about 7 feet tall, with silver scales, and a long tail that helps him keep balance with his double-jointed legs. You know, like a non-bipedal creature would have. He doesn't have wings, and is technically still within a normal human height range. He can technically breathe fire, but it's just a bunch of sparks. Still useful, just not in a fight. Really all his draconic descent gives him is scales and a really long lifespan (and the constantly-growing teeth that are needed to keep a creature going for that long, so he has to constantly gnaw on stuff). He grew up in a pretty big town that had grown around a place where two major trading roads intersected, starting as a resupply stop and quickly growing into a destination all on its own. He had always lived by a simple motto: if we always work to be better than we were the day before, the world will keep getting better. Whether or not it was true (people have gotten upset at me about how that motto oversimplifies things, and i don't want people to yell at me for my silly goofy cozy fantasy series being silly, goofy, and cozy, so i'm not going to commit to a stance on whether or not i believe that motto), he lived by it. He constantly tried to get stronger, because being able to see that you have definitely improved in a given area and how much you've improved is pretty great. He worked at a local supply store, mostly loading bulk orders onto the customers' wagons, and unloading shipments. He found it pretty boring, but it paid well enough, and had good hours. (i don't have the spoons to be clever about saying time passed, so you get an eventually) Eventually, some bandits showed up. This group was untrained and particularly poorly equipped, so they couldn't take on the mercs the wealthier merchants hired to protect them, and just robbed the poorer merchants. This was quickly making critical supplies like food and clothes nearly impossible for most people to get, but it wasn't affecting the wealthy very much, so the crown ordered the guards not to "waste resources" hunting them down. A group of townsfolk decided to break into the guards' armory, steal some gear, and do it themselves. Most of them were untrained, so there were heavy casualties. Among the casualties was one of Jared's best friends (they've got their own story going on, but i'm in the middle of reworking it, so for now i'm not going to get into detail. i'll tell their story later, and if and when i retell jared's, they'll get properly credited). Jared swore an oath to hunt down and kill the bandit who had killed his best friend. Standard lone wanderer trope shit ensues, but i don't intend to ever get particularly in detail on this for reasons that will probably become clear later. Jared had found out the town his mark was living in, and made his way to the town. He found his mark in a bar, drinking with his friends and telling terrible jokes. One of the bandits told an awful pun Jared's friend would make a point to tell almost any time they hung out, and Jared realized that getting his revenge wouldn't just cost the ex-bandit their life, it would cost the ex-bandit's loved ones someone they cared about. It would cost a lot of people he had no issue with their friend, and probably a few more their family member. He wasn't willing to inflict that much hurt on that many people just because he was angry. He sat down at the bar and introduced himself to the ex-bandit, and explained why he'd come, and the decision he'd made. The ex-bandit introduced themself as Sare, and explained that they'd come to a similar situation. They shared their story with Jared (probably the next one i'm sharing, that rework is going well, but maybe not. we'll see). They had decided to try to turn things around and help people wherever possible. Specifically, they wanted to help the people that the nobility and the crown were refusing to help or were oppressing. They'd already teamed up with a mage and a thief. Jared decided to join the group

[i984]

A Scarlet Touch | Part 2

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, brief tongue shoving, study dates, Wednesday holds grudges, poor attempt at displaying all 5 love languages, reader turns out to be a sucker for physical touch, but gets so embarrassed in front of other people, reader doesn't understand triangles, Wednesday never loses; she has a plan B: Enid.

|Summary|: Wednesday investigates what makes you tick just so she can give you a pay back.

|Word count|: almost 1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 2 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (please go to my masterlist in the description), see replies for more. Enjoy!

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At last.

Wednesday had found your weakness.

Ever since you 'harassed' Wednesday with compliments the other day, the raven-haired girl has declared war between the two of you; and she's determined to come out as a winner. 

Quality time. Acts of services. Gifts. Words of affirmation. Wednesday has tried it all—to the best she can—and none seem to have affected you at all. 

Of course, at first, you were caught a little off guard. 

When Wednesday finally brought up your request for her to tutor you for the upcoming math exam, you had been ecstatic—though admittedly a little suspicious. You had practically begged her to do so for ages, but after your most recent revelation the other day, she had said no to any offer to spend time together, just the two of you. 

But now? She's the one who asks if you still want to do it, and when you have said yes, she wastes no time, practically dragging you to your dorm room. 

You half-expected Wednesday to pull you in for a make-out session as soon as she slammed the door after you. But nope. She went straight to the balcony to grab the extra chair you put out there and took a seat next to your desk.

Huh. Guess you really are studying. 

.

.

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"-so the angle of the special right side of the triangle is 183?"

Wednesday scoffed irritatedly. "No. Absolutely not. The total angle of a triangle is 180. How would one single angle of a triangle exceed the total number? Do it again."

To your brain, what Wednesday has said only sounds like an incoherent string of jumbled sentences. You groaned out loud and banged your head against the desk.

"I don't want to do this anymore," you dragged out the last word, "lets just do something else that's more fun and less..." Your brows furrowed as you tried to find the right word, "...numbery."

"Numbers are fun. Formulas and logic ties in together pleasantly and produce a definite answer. A right answer." 

Unlike you. There's no 'right' answer for you. 

You huffed in frustration. "Of course, you'd think that, Wens." 

The damned nickname. 

"You're smart and beautiful, and you use words that I don't understand—like just now—so of course you'll always come up with a right answer." You toy with the pages of the trigonometry workbook Wednesday had 'gifted' you earlier, missing the dark crimson color painting your girlfriend's cheeks. 

"I can never do that," you sigh as your head looks up at the ceiling, "I can't find the right answer."

Wednesday can find answers in even literature and paintings—the fruits of human thoughts that are up for various different interpretations with no set answers. But even works like Mona Lisa can't dream of rivaling the challenge you presented her. 

A challenge to break you.

Wednesday tapped at your desk, demanding your attention. You disobeyed, eyes too busy trailing the movements of the spider hanging from your dorm room ceiling. 

You're driving her crazy.

"...look at me," Wednesday calls out your name with an icy tone, and you snap your gaze at her, body tense. "Now, listen. You're hopeless-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. No need to rub it in, geez." 

"You're hopeless," Wednesday repeats her words, but this time her gaze stays on yours, unrelenting. You shut up. 

"and I don't think I can help. Nobody can." Her voice carries an unnerving certainty as she continues, "Except yourself."

"Wait, did you try to encourage me just now?" Your voice is dripping with mischief, eyebrows raised teasingly. 

If not for the internal war she desperately needs to win against you, Wednesday would've stuck the pen she's holding and jammed it in your eyes. 

Priorities, Wednesday reminded herself. Maddening priorities.

"Think of it however you want," Wednesday unwillingly chokes out, "but I will not let you come out of this room. Not until we're done." 

"That's cute, love. It really is." You scribble on the paper absentmindedly, "but even with your sweet, sweet words of encouragement, I doubt I can claw myself out of the hole I've dug myself into, unless..."

Wednesday sees your gaze slowly moving to hold her own; there's a glint of perversity in your eyes, and she knows you're about to say something that would make her wretched black heart pumps uncontrollably and burst. 

"...you kiss me with those tempting burgundy lips of yours." 

No, no, no. Not this again.

"And not just a quick peck, I mean a kiss. A full-blown make-out session where our breaths would mingle, and I could feel your nose bumping against my cheek. That kind of kiss." 

You chuckled lightly, brows raising in challenge. And that's all Wednesday needs before she makes up her mind.

It has finally come to this. The dreaded physical touch. The one Wednesday had oh-so-desperately tried to avoid, hoping that it wouldn't be the one to work on you. 

But here she is, about to make the devil's pack with her disgustingly cunning lover. 

Wednesday's about to lose, unless—

—a knock. Followed by a "Wednesday! I've got your note from Thing. Can I come in?" from outside the door.

Your smug face drops and the colors drain, contrasting Wednesday's eery victorious leer, and she grabs your arm and pulls you flush into her embrace.

"You know what? Your wish is granted, mio caro." The term of endearment sounds vicious in her low voice, and you shudder; eyes tearing apart from Wednesday's sharp gaze.

"Yes, come in, Enid." Wednesday shouts loud enough for her roommate to hear before gripping your jaw—your scarlet face now so close to Wednesday's you can feel her warm breath tickles your face as she whispers;

"I win."

Wednesday shoves her tongue in, and the door blasts open.

Shit.

[ausssbutlershortstories]

The Fandom & Unhealthy Shipping

Hello. In light of all the uproar and recent focus on Austin’s relationship. I felt moved to post this. As someone who isn’t exactly a fan of the relationship he has with Kaia Gerber, I feel like this is needed. Us “fake fans” as some may call it are tired of being silenced and bullied.

I will like to start off with that I love Austin. I want, as well as other fans like myself to see him thrive. Not just in his career , but in his love life too. I am in a very serious relationship myself , and see myself spending the rest of my life with the man I am with right now. I want that for Austin , I want him to have the love he deserves, that I am sure he craves. I want to see him happy again. The same way he was when he was with Vanessa Hudgens.

As we all know Austin began dating Kaia December 2021. From jump…I knew something was very odd about them. We all did , including those who call themselves “shippers” now. That itself should tell you something when a fanbase as a whole damn near feel something was off about the relationship. None of us were “jealous”. I have been in a few fan bases in my lifetime. Typically you can tell when there is pure jealousy vs genuinely getting a bad feeling about a person.Normally when people are “jealous”, it’s only a select few. A handful of unhinged weirdos who no one really cares for anyways.I have never seen it where the majority of the fanbase are on the same level. The same thoughts and uneasy feelings.I also wanna add when people are just jealous they never give a detailed, logical answer on why they feel a certain way about their favorite’s partner.It’s always some blind rage and childish reasons to be against a relationship.I don’t get that with the people from this fandom who side eye whatever Austin has with Kaia. We all knew something was just not right with them from the get go. Between Kaia breaking it off with Jacob Elordi a month before she got with Austin, and snatching him up before all his Elvis craze. We knew there some shady shit at play here. Especially since her and Jacob dressed as Elvis and Pricilla the Halloween before they broke up.It’s like she had some creepy Elvis fetish.Also, let’s not get started on how no one really knows the true story on how Kaia and Austin met,which is quite unusual. Almost every Hollywood couple has some story on how they met, even the bs PR relationships do. 2-3 years later and we still don’t know anything. Very peculiar to say the least.

As Austin grew bigger, the relationship progressed more. Kaia’s name was always attached to him some way , some how. There were pap walks, her being with him at events. No matter what Austin did , Kaia’s name was somewhere in the mix. That’s when people started to suspect that the relationship had to be PR. Not saying they definitely are PR BUT the way they moved , there was something just so unnatural about it. People started calling it out and voicing their concerns. However somewhere along the line certain fans began to do a 180, out of no where people started shipping them together and actually liking Kaia. Which was extremely questioning.

If you changed your mind about something/someone okay…that’s one thing. But to change your thinking and then proceed to bully others is a no go. Ever since then multiple people have been ran out the fandom, or bullied into to silence for still upholding the same thoughts on Kaia. Not being a fan of her and this relationship, thinking that Austin can do better. It’s like it suddenly became a golden rule to ship the relationship or get backed into a corner and harassed and have people assume that you’re some jealous bitch.

Lately though, some of us are beginning to speak out and stand on what we think. We are simply sick and tired of not being able to enjoy Austin without other fans making everything about Kaia. Everything he says and does. He smiles…it must be about Kaia. He wears a purple hoodie…must be Kaia’s…he mentions a damn dog….ooop he is really talking about mf Kaia. This man is 10 years older than her, he is his own person. Not everything he does is about his “girlfriend.” He has his own thoughts and feelings. His own personality. His own identity. He is not a puppet Kaia controls that just abides by what she says and has her mannerisms.

Us who do not ship this relationship have a right to do so in peace. We have a right to our opinions and a right to discuss them. We have a right to voice our validated concerns for what we see. It’s not like we are reaching and pulling things out of our asses. After all, the whole fanbase almost as a whole all thought the same thing at first about this relationship. Some of us just kept our opinions the same.We didn’t sit there and change it for the sake of followers and clout…like some. We are actually concerned for Austin’s well being.

With that being said. Stop harassing people and bitching because they do not want to ship this relationship. Stop bugging people when they say that he has good chemistry with someone else other than Kaia. Stop coming into people’s inboxes pretending like you are someone else but really you’re just trying to aggravate people by the questions you ask. People are not dumb , they know they know it be shippers low key on anons. Us here on this side do not come bugging and bitching about your opinions so why do that to us? Why does it matter to you so much that we be on board with what this bs? We are fans of AUSTIN BUTLER..not Kaia.

It shouldn’t matter if we do not support the relationship or not. We are here for his work. Half of y’all do not even care about Austin it seems outside that damn relationship anyway. Which…says a lot. Yet you have the AUDACITY to say we can’t be a real fan just because we don’t care for Kaia Gerber.Just know if you were so confident in Kaia and Austin’s relationship you will not be pressing others about their outlook on it just because it’s opposite of yours. It’s ridiculous you are this uptight like the relationship is yours. You guys are not Kaia Gerber so stop trying to live through her by projecting your raggedy ass delusions on everyone. All you’re doing is creating a divide in the fandom no one wants.

Just stay in your lane and let people who don’t want to make this relationship their entire life stay in their own. While we may disagree with y’all…we let you have your space to discuss your thoughts & feelings on your own platforms , so please do the same for us.

Note: Shipping real life people is weird. It’s fine to think two people are cute together and have good chemistry. It’s okay to do little cute fan edits and such. But when your shipping starts disturbing the peace in a fandom there is an issue. These are real people not a Prince and a Princess in a Disney fairytale. Calm down when people don’t agree with you and let it go!

[4pfsukuna]

Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!

OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.

• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.

•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.

•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.

.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.

• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.

• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.

• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.

• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.

• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen

• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.

• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?

• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.

• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.

• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.

• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.

• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.

• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.

• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.

•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual” 

•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”

“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“

• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”

•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.

• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.

• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience. 

• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.

•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.

• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.

•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.

• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.

•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.

•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.

•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.

•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking 

“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”

“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.

“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“

“Give me the dollar”

•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.

•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command. 

•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.

“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.

“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.

“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything  instead.

“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.

“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.

“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.

“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”

[simnostalgia]

The Pedophile Hunts in Progressive Spaces Were an Alt-Right Operation to Cause a Rift in Our Communities.

So, I need to talk about something for a minute that has been REALLY bothering me even though the drama about it is pretty much over. I'm stirring it back up because it's not sitting right on my soul. I know I'm gonna get flack for this but I don't care.

A few weeks ago someone started referring to an MTS user as a pedophile because he posted a picture of a teen sim in their underwear. However, the problem was that it was pretty much immediately a reason that he was targeted for a harassment campaign against him.

Which, no, we're not going to ruin a man's life over this. If you think I'm a bad person for that- the unfollow button is above. Block me. We Are Not Friends. Goodbye.

This isn't even about The Sims community, or at least not just about it. You've been tricked. I'm sorry but you have. This is obviously bigger than this ONE small drama but it's obvious that this is being used as a manipulation tactic on a macro level to create distrust and a way to break down people easily. And it's specifically henious since it's targeting queer people with propaganda which has historically been used to demonize them.

This sudden fear of pedophiles was a targeted effort by the far right to sow discord in the queer community and I can prove it.

Firstly, 4chan and other online arenas have been doing missions like this for YEARS. Some are successful and others aren't. They were responsible for the discourse surrounding whether or not being "bisexual" made you transphobic.

Second and MOST importantly, I NEED you to know about the alt-right group curiously named Gays Against Groomers. This group was created to undermine the queer community. They've regularly supported anti-lgbt bills and targeted schools. This group is a psyop.

The MO of these sorts of movements has ALWAYS been packaging harmful content in a way which would resonate with queer social media spheres to get them to claim it as their own and the propagate it. This is a MARKETING company. This was a MARKETING STRATEGY.

When you repeat a lot of these things, using the specific verbiage that you do, you're following the plans of people like Jamee Michell.

They specifically targeted areas that had large groups of young impressionable queer people who wouldn't already be familiar with the tactic of equating gays with pedophiles so that they would create a sort of panopticon. This is what has caused this "obsession with pedophiles" this was not an accident.

Hyper-vigilance of groomers, a hatred of pedophiles, was the place to start and then creating a ever-changing definition of what a 'groomer' was is just a long play to make things like 'being a drag queen' a stand in for pedophilia.

For people around you, in your fandom communities who are 'progressive' but seem overly obsessed with grooming. Fandom spaces are often targeted as they're overwhelmingly queer. We know for a fact that the proship debate came specifically from this sort of messaging.

Keep an eye on them. They might not be who you think they are. And if you're mad at me for saying this?

I'm sorry but I'm not afraid to align myself with some potentially terrible people to protect queer people from being falsely accused.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Im real nervous main tagging this because ive said my main peace and i dont wanna clog the tag up, but i will say after some context given i have a couple more thoughts?

tw// SA, r//pe mention, etc.

This will be a controversial statement. Me personally, i dont really honestly care? About what he said? It was eight years ago and he hasnt repeated the actions so i dont honestly and truly care what he did eight years ago, he was 19 then hes like 26 now theres honestly and truly a BIG maturity distance between 19 and 26, but also it was. Eight years ago? Thats all i have to say on that?

I Also dont really care for how it was brought to light, from what ive heard from pt speakers the expose was done by someone whos publicly anti towards the Brazilian CCs and ive heard they've dug up some dumb things about pac that werent "hot" enough to get trending i guess and definitely werent condemnable enough to get him cancelled, so it's honestly and truly in my heart something i see as being done in bad faith.

Alongside this, ive seen translation screenshots from one of the "victims" (not sure her stance on being called this so its in quotes) stating she does NOT want to be aligned with these allegations and has changed her username and profile picture because she honestly doesnt wanna be involved and doesnt want it being spread around, this is something else i view as bad faith and if anyone was affected by this then its the best thing to do as they wish, this not only affects the person being called out but also their victim negatively, especially if the victims profile is easily attached to their real life and especially when the victim is a female victim of assault or rape or anything like that, i hate to say it but as an afab person ive seen it firsthand that thats honestly the culture surrounding assault victims, and most people dont want that being brought up or put out in the public. Im a victim myself - people view you differently, it affects platonic and romantic relationships, it affects jobs, you are actively hurting the victim by spreading this if they dont want you to do so and arent prepared for that to be spread around.

From what ive seen, some people are condemning Forever for getting a lawyer - i dont view this as him being automatically guilty. I view this as him getting a lawyer because this person on twitter has been actively harassing not just him but all the brazilian CCs on the QSMP. This is harassment, the case against them will hold up in court and Forever has said he will speak about this more when everything is said and done

Alongside this, i will say im unhappy with Forever specifically for his statement on the situation. It wasnt handled the way we wouldve liked it, but it also wasnt handled via ukelele, it wasnt handled the worst way it could've been. Ive heard pt speakers say it was kind of formal, there was some slang in there but overall i've read the translated statement and to me it sounds more like a legal statement than anything - he mentioned having a lawyer, chances are the lawyer helped him write it. To me it doesnt sound like anything he'd fully say which is why i was so put off by it at first but this makes more sense to me honestly, i dont know if anyone would agree with this.

TL;DR

All in all, i think its a shitty situation but nothing to condemn Forever over. I ask people be thoughtful regarding the girl affected, and dont spread shit around with her name or profile attached to it unless she states otherwise. It was handled badly on Forever's end and blew up WAY too fast on twitter.

I've generally seen people be well behaved on here, ive seen some strong statements but otherwise i like to think we're better than twitter.

This probably wont be my last post on this as we get more on the situation over the next couple days, but this is my main thoughts right now. I'm still choosing to remain neutral, but more mixed than anything.

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 3 !!HERE!! is Part 4

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Toxic Behavior, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior, Harassment, Stalking, Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who you have met when moving into the building two doors away from his apartment but at the same level. You have immediately piqued his interest for some reason, which you of course were totally oblivious to. Much to his liking.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who met your then boyfriend 1 week later in the staircase. He didn’t like him from the get-go. Way too smug about dating you and presenting it all in ToxicNeighbor!Chishiyas face, who only smirked faking innocent thoughts.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who invited you over the following weekend and you ended up a little tipsy, not drunk no, you are a responsible drinker, but it’s enough for you to tell him stuff you two are definitely not close enough to share. Maybe he lied a little how high percentage the alcohol is you were sipping at.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who stirred you to the topic of your boyfriend to find out what you liked about this motherfucker and what you generally like in guys, for research reasons, after all he must prepare himself, to take his place in bed.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya listens to you, telling him how unreasonable your boyfriend of 6 months is to push you into sex. You haven’t done it with him yet, but he is persistent and tries often to get you into it, going all out but you tell ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya that there is something, you don’t know what and you can’t put it into words, that seems wrong about him, so you usually say no.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who starts planning the moment you tell him that. You have a good intuition and are very confident and independent Person. Maybe that’s what got him first into you. He wondered how someone like you would look all broken with no hope in you or the people around you and with him as the only anchor in life. He is bad and he knows it, so what?

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who looks online for a prostitute to rent. Not for himself no. For you. He makes an appointment under a fake name at the company you work so you would have to stay overtime. Then he would send his professional worker along to bump into your boyfriend, randomly of course.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who has told the hooker that your boyfriend is his best friend who needs a good time after literally working himself to death every day but is against paying for sex and that’s why he can’t know the real reason.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who watches over his front door camera how the prostitute and your boyfriend walk into your apartment all secretly. It’s the closest one and you work overtime so you will never find out right?

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who cancelled his appointment with you last minute, so you come home early to find your boyfriend balls deep with his tiny dick in another woman. You break up with him on the spot and tell both to leave. Unable to stand there and watch, you take ToxicNeighbor!Chishiyas offer to wait inside his apartment.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who just opened the door all confused to the commotion, offers you tea and a shoulder to cry on but even tho you just lost your oh so loyal boyfriend to the cunt of another woman, you still stay strong to his subtle advantages.

ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya who watches how a delivery company brings a new sofa after your old, totally good one, was thrown away two days ago. He assumes it’s because your boyfriend nailed the paid hooker on it.

This evening, ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya buys Champagne and comes over unannounced, but you don’t mind, thinking he does it to party with you for loosing dead meat and to celebrate your new independency as a single.

Poor you, you have no idea what kind of person ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya really is. If you did, you definitely wouldn’t have become friends with ToxicNeighbor!Chishiya.

[levantura]

"That smile looks good on you."

Leon Kennedy X Reader

description: Its Leon's first week as a cop and the pressure and teasing is too much to bear, when he meets you, a recent transfer to RPD, things finally start to look up.

Re2!Leon X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, drugs, Police, death, harassment, alcohol, blood, wounds.

2.2k words.

It was a Thursday afternoon, Leon was awkwardly leaning against the wall in the break room sipping on some liquid which he thought was supposed to be coffee but most definitely is not. The watery brown lukewarm liquid swirled through his cup as he looked down at it, not knowing where to look or what to do. Not even ten days on the force and he already wants out, out of here at least. while its true that Raccoon city was home to Leon, he wanted better for himself. he hated to be a cliche 'gotta get out of my hometown type' but it was true. when he got his assignment he sighed, he knew it would be a long time until he was able to transfer, he had no choice but to stick it out.

When Leon walked into work this particular Thursday the atmosphere seemed...different. it wasn't unusual that people here were on edge but today they seemed superbly anxious. Leon questioned it but quickly brushed it off, 'maybe someone got written up or theres somethin' up with the coffee' he made the smart decision to throw out the caffeinated mystery beverage.

"Wasting coffee now huh rookie?" An older officer, Wilson, teased. "n-no sir, it was pretty much empty um-" Leon cringed at how weak he sounded, in truth he's just so tired. he hates picking fights, he hates the pressure, he hated the the names they called him. if there was one thing he hated the most? the mocking. He didn't know if they treated all the rookies like this or just him. 'i wonder when things will be different.' officer Wilson chuckled, "Aw kid, you nervous around me?" he got up from his chair which judging by how much he sat in it definitely had an ass-print of some sort, and marched right up to Leon's face. Leon could feel and smell the hot coffee breath of his colleague and visibly winced. "Rookie, do i make you nervous?"

"Hey officer Wilson, i could see you haven't changed a bit."

'Who is that?'

Leon's eyes met the petite officer's, she was beautiful. her skin was glowing, she had the softest looking hair. The way she carried herself was nothing short of confident. 'Wow, is she new here? now, she knew officer Wilson, maybe that's why everyone's been so weird today? maybe-' "who are you?" Leon was snapped out his thoughts, "uh I'm officer Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy, I'm a rookie, I started about eight days ago, I'm from-" he paused and cringed at his demeanor once again, "Leon. Leon Kennedy." he had a goofy grin on his face from just being in your presence. he held his hand out and you took it gladly. the warmth of his hands feeling nice against your cold ones. "I'm y/n. it's really nice to meet you." your eyes lingered on his for a few moments before your face got hot and you looked down shyly. this was a rare occurrence, no one ever made you shy, you were usually the outgoing one! But apparently not when it came to attractive rookie police officers...

The phone rang causing you both to let go of your hands which you realized you were still holding. 'Shit,' Leon thought to himself. Leon watched you as you walked away from him, looking down to hide your rose-colored cheeks. you grabbed the phone to stop the incessant ringing, "Hello Raccoon City PD who am I speaking with?"

Leon couldn't help but stare. He watched the way you carried yourself, even on the phone. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed, the way you bit the left side of your lip, how your lips looked oh-so-soft and pillowy, something he could only dream about.

"Rookie."

The soft features of your face, now looking at him. he tried to listen, really, but he was lost in trance.

"Leon!" Now you had his attention. his head snapped to meet your eyes, god...your eyes.

"I'm going to need your help Leon, you up for it?"

Leon had never been more ready.

Riding in the squad car with you was not easy for Leon, radio or no radio? windows down? temperature? He wasnt sure of anything. He settled with whatever you picked even if the AC temperature was freezing him out.

"So, you clear with the plan?"

"One more time, to be safe?" and Leon looked at you with his baby blue puppy dog eyes and you couldn't help but feel sad for what the future had in store for this boy. you knew firsthand life on the force, in Raccoon City nevertheless, is soul crushing. you shook your head at the thoughts of the last call you went on here, the face of your dead partner is something you will never forget.

Mel was the only other woman assigned to raccoon city, you quickly bonded over that. you bonded over all of the smile more, the are you sure you could handle that? and all of the mistreatment. you guys quickly climbed to the top of your ranks at the precinct. Everyone knew not to mess with you guys, they knew what you were capable of.

The day of your last call at Raccoon City you had been assigned to an armed bank robbery. The perpetrator had called in for back up from three more of his men but when you called for backup it was already too late. a gunshot sounded and without even having to look you knew. Mel had gone down. there was nothing to do now but rush to her side and hope and pray to whatever was up there that she would be okay, but the sad truth was, she wasn't, and she wasn't going to be.

"Mel..." you cried and reached for her, cradling her in your arms in her final moments.

"Make change. for us. for the new girls, the new guys. you could do it y/n. thanks for everything." and with that, she left. You could only imagine she'd be happier wherever she was, that she was looking down and you were doing the best you could to make her proud.

you took a deep breath.

"So!" you clapped your hands together, "this is a domestic violence report, right? You take front door and try to distract the perp, from what we know he's around six feet tall, dark hair, a cross tattoo on the wrist and according to the call we received, had been drinking. I'll go around back to look for an alternate entrance, make sure our vic could get out okay without too much confrontation. then ill signal you and we will reconvene from there, sound good?" Leon nodded.

"You ready?"

Leon swallowed hard. "Let's do it."

As you both walked toward the house, Leon's head was spinning. There was a lot riding on this. This was his first call, and he was determined to make sure this perp was going down. he was so desperate to prove himself, he wanted the relentless teasing to just stop. this would do it. if he made it through this without fucking up, which would be hard, he knew they would think him worthy of this position.

knock knock knock

nothing.

As Leon raised his fist again to knock, the door opened.

"Yes officers?" a man answered. This man definitely matched the description, especially the drunk part. Leon was no toxicology expert, but he knew what booze smelt like, maybe a bit too well. "Hello sir, I don't mean to disturb you, but we got a call about a disturbance?"

"Disturbance? what kind of disturbance?" The man asked, definitely whiskey hot on his breath.

"The. Um. the disturbance kind." what did he just say?

'What the fuck is wrong with me?'

a thousand face palms arent enough to explain how much he cringed at himself. nails on a chalkboard, tin foil in your teeth. 'How long do i have to do this for?' he sighed.

"Uh huh. well unless you have any evidence, I don't see your point of being here when clearly, there no disturbance of any kind going on."

Leon looked down, knowing he fucked up. But then he spotted the blood. It trailed from his shoe into his living room, at least from where Leon could see. "what's the blood from?"

"That? oh... A Nosebleed!"

He wasn't buying it.

"Well then would you mind if I took a look inside? if it's just from a nosebleed, you'll surely be okay with that right?"

"You know, I know my rights. you need a warrant!" Leon chuckled; all of his test scores proved otherwise to this man's statement. "Actually sir, you see there are some exceptions to this rule, not that I have to explain this to you but, you see, there was a call made about this here address and that," Leon pointed to the decently sized blood pool on the ground, "That is a plain view probable cause, so I really didn't want to have to this but, excuse me." Leon Pushed past him into the house where he saw you and you locked eyes. He knew he had gone off plan a bit but he really wasn't expecting such an easy lead. Your eyes widen, "Leon behind you!" He whipped around and saw the man hurling toward him, the man threw a punch that landed on Leon's jaw, he retaliated and kicked him back. there was an all-out brawl in this drunk bastard's living room, and you were watching, completely forgetting about the victim you were supposed to be finding. "Y/N! go grab her! follow the blood, I could handle this from here!"

You nodded and followed the trail to the bedroom, opening the door you found a younger girl, clearly drugged, handcuffed to the bed frame.

You rushed into the room and grabbed the woman's shoulder.

"Hey, hey! it's okay, don't you worry, I'm going to get you out of here." she was so thin, you were afraid you'd break her arm with one wrong move. You spoke into your radio, "This is officer L/N, im requesting an ambulance at four thirty seven lunder court, ASAP victim in critical condition," snapping back to the job at hand you whipped out your lockpick, quickly removing the cuffs from the girl, you easily lifted her out of the bedroom and to your squad car where you tried to keep her awake. the cuts and bruises from whatever that thing had done to her were starting to ooze with pus and blood from being reopened when she was moved. You were skilled, you had the resources. You knew what to do. grabbing your first aid kit and tying gauze around her wounds, applying pressure. you hoped shed be able to hang on until the ambulance arrived.

things in the living room had escalated, for a drunk man, this guy had amazing balance and stamina. In fact, it was so great, Leon nearly lost a head to a dining room chair being hurled at him. But he finally had an advantage when the man got kicked in the nose, pushing him back. The rookie then grabbed his head and threw him to the ground, knocking him unconscious. 'Thank God it's over. I'm breaking a sweat.' and as soon as the man went down, the cuffs came out. "Perpetrator unconscious, awaiting instructions." He called into his radio. then as if on cue, the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance were seen from the window.

"So! you seemed to have handled yourself quite well, you sure that was your first mission?" you almost chuckled. You were both back at the station, you were dressing Leon's wounds from the living room brawl. He smiled, "Yeah! maybe now the rest of the officers will take me seriously. hopefully something scars and I'll be able to prove it." he chuckled. "Well, it certainly was some fight. definitely a great first call," you pressed down on a cut, trying to wipe whatever blood was left over on his swollen bottom lip. He winced, "So sorry!" You smiled, looking down at him from where you were standing in the dirty precinct bathroom, he was sitting on the sink counter and you standing almost in between his legs. he looked up at you again with those eyes, and this time he smiled. "You know rookie, that smile looks really good on you," he blushed, mouth agape, "you should wear it more often." He was stunned, he couldn't believe a woman as beautiful and strong as you were complimenting him, the rookie, the new guy that was bullied mercilessly. "You know, Y/N, I really couldn't ask for a better partner for the day at least. it was an honor to work with you." say it, Leon. just say it. "You're an amazing officer and I would be lucky to be half as good as you are eventually, I mean you're kind, you're compassionate, you are so smart and brave, you're beauti-," he stopped short, mentally cringing. 'God Dammit.' His eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks flushed red, "Um well," he looked down and your finger lifted his chin to look up at you. "Leon, as unprofessional as this might be, how about dinner sometime? l want to know you. And I'm getting the feeling it's mutual... So, is it a date?"

Leon took your hand in his and kissed it. "It would be my pleasure."

F i n.

A/N: hello! this is my first fanfic in a really long time!! i hope there arent too many mistakes and enjoy :) ill leave my inbox open for any requests!

[peantisdeliriouts]

I was the one who sent that “old man” the ask that they were equating disgust about fiction with real life harm (the genocide) and quickly blocked them afterwards but I didn’t think he’d actually double down and say feeling disgust over a fictional ship is as equally important as talking about the genocide Palestine…

he didn’t even know that ao3 (he posts on it) was created by an incest shipper who goes by the name astolat, the platform is for likeminded people like them. There’s no help for this guy, but I seriously hope nothing bad happens to anyone involved with him either. You know how antis are, they have more skeletons in the closet than the people they accuse of having, especially the ones that think fictional incest is equally harmful as irl abuse

He was super adamant that he was not out of touch for saying something along the lines of “they’re not the same type of bad they’re just both bad” like that’s still ok. Genuinely I have no idea how deep into shipcourse you have to get in order to forget what makes something a real issue. The fact that he even thinks to compare genocide and fiction is insane.

Also yeah the whole AO3 shit is very confusing to me. I’ll see people in defense of using it despite the fact that it would apparently go against their own morals. I’m not gonna pretend like AO3 is perfect, especially since I’ve heard they have zionists running it, but it’s not the place for puritans. It’s a place used to archive fictional works of all shapes and sizes, regardless of their context or pairings.

I’ve been harassed and abused online many times before over shipcourse, so even if something does happen (such as a callout or me receiving abuse) it probably won’t phase me much.

You’re definitely right about the whole skeletons in the closet thing too. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen puritans trying to defend being bigoted and abusive because they did it to a “pedo” or a “proshipper”. The stance has nothing to do with caring about the harm of real people and everything to do with brownie points and a fake high horse to sit on.

[lostidiot24]

⚓️Nancy Mulligan🏴‍☠️

Red-haired Shanks x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Nancy Mulligan by The Wellerman, MALINDA, & Cullen Vance - OG by Ed Sheeran

A/N: My first post here! It took me awhile to decide who this would’ve been about but I think I made the right choice.

TW: Alcohol and drunk men but nothing gross like harassment so don’t worry!

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Weathered metal screeched as rusted hinges opened the wooden door to a warm cottage. A breeze flew through the open space, carrying sounds of waves and birds into inviting ears. With a woven basket in one hand and a bag on berrys in the other, you step forward and out of the way on the quickly closing door. Leather shoes made little sound against the cobblestone as you walked across the path towards the town nearby.

This had been the main part of your days this past month. Going to the town to sell fruits and berries wasn’t something you dreamed of when you were little but it gave life meaning on this island. We didn’t have many fruit vendors so you made sure to always have enough to go around.

“[Name]! Wait up!” Your feet quickly stopped against the stones as soon as they entered the entrance to the town. A friend, Jace, ran up to you with exhaustion before you quickly helped him stay standing up by grabbing their hand.

“Jace! What happened and….. why are you so sweaty?” You took your hand away from theirs as soon as they stood up and wiped it on your clothing.

“I need your help with my shift tonight. May can’t come in today because she’s sick but she was supposed to cover for Lincoln! Now I gotta cover for two people and I can’t do it alone.”

“Jace, you know that I never deal with guests. I don’t want to freeze up when one yells at me like last time…”

“Don’t worry! I promise to make sure that you get all of the easy regulars tonight and if anyone gives you a problem, just talk to me. Please?”

Tense arms slumped as you looked at your friend who was on the verge of tears. An agreement was made after slight hesitation and some bribing of free dinner. You would definitely help out if it helped take the stress of finding another meal off your back. Jaces face light up as he quickly ran into the tavern that you both worked at.

Wait… He never gave me a time to come in! I’ll just go after I sell these fruits.

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Slightly shaky hands ran down your legs as you flattened out the creases in your uniform. It was pretty basic with a small apron around the waist. You were lucky to have a tavern that was more open to clothing changes so if anything made you uncomfortable, you could just ask them for a different uniform. Nervous eyes traveled to the window that framed the view of the sea in the back of the tavern as soon as you walked out of the closet that was used as a changing room.

A ship was docking near the small harbor of your island. The citizens that lived here never really leaved so the docks weren’t very big but they could still hold a ship. You realized that you were staring when another coworker, Joanna, came to the back. She was just stocking up on some sake but it took you out of your daze as you finally walked through the doors and into the busy tavern. Jace speed walked over to you, slightly pushed you towards the front of the bar as a way to show encouragement.

Lets hope my voice doesn’t give out on me this time.

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Steady hands grabbed the beer jug before it could fall off the table when a drunk man swung his arms in the air. A sigh of relief left you before the man got up and sluggishly walked out of the tavern while bumping into your shoulder. The half full glass of beer quickly tumbled out of your grip and you readied myself for the sound of glass shattering. In a blur of motion, a hand reached out and caught the glass right before it hit the decaying wooden floors. Your line of sight moved upward as your body turned around to face the person who saved your ears and your pride. Based off his clothing, you could guess he was a foreigner and therefore a pirate that was on the ship you saw earlier.

“Are you okay?” His voice was velvety but had a rasp to it that created a sense of authority. “Some people don’t know how to hold their alcohol.” His lips curled into a smile with a slight chuckle as he looked away to place the beer glass on the table. You nodded and he took his hat off. Your eyes could finally see bright red, shaggy hair as his straw hat was held to his chest.

“uh- Thank you for that! I don’t think I could’ve dealt with the embarrassment of having to clean that up in front of everyone.” The fists that you put by your side tightened as sweat built up on your palms. His aura was so commanding yet comforting that people couldn’t help but zero in on him. The tavern was lost in your sight as his mouth opened to say something.

“[Name]! Come here real quick!” Jace called from the back of the tavern before the red haired man could speak.

“Sorry, I have to get to work….” The gaze of your curious eyes was still on him as you picked up the beer jugs and put them in the sink. Shoes lightly tapped across the floors as you finally turned your focus onto Jace.

“Hey, you can go now! The night shift people are here so you are good to go!” As soon as he gave a thumbs up, you ran to get changed in closet. To be honest, the closet wasn’t that bad. Almost everyone used it to change and the only things that were in it were some mops and buckets. You just hoped that you wouldn’t drop your shirt in one like on your first day.

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A/N: I think I might make this longer or make more parts but I hope that anyone who reads this will like it so far!

[ikamigami]

Most of the people who are angry at Sun while excusing Moon because "poor mental health" are mainly THOSE shippers. Do you even want to guess who influenced them? Because it's pretty obvious by now

Yeah.. it is probably that person and their friend..

Wherever I turn, I see them..

But it's not that surprising actually considering that they're THE BIGGER NAMES in this fandom sadly and unfortunately..

But I'm not that surprised by why the friend of T-S (short for you know who) is like that because I know that they thought that Eclipse was right about Sun at the beginning.. their YT comments can confirm that..

They never understood Sun but because they're famous in this fandom they could say that VAs meant that Sun is fine and all that and everyone believes them solely because they're popular..

They can say whatever they want (and they do exactly that) and no one will say otherwise..

No one will say "why they're so certain about what VAs actually mean?"

The truth is that no one says anything like that not only because they're bigger names here but because they're friends with one of the mods from TSBS Discord server..

And sadly mod is friends with VAs so everyone thinks that they're close with VAs and know VAs plans for the show.. but the thing is I doubt that..

Davis said himself that they do everything, only two of them - Davis and EC..

And I also don't think that this one mod who also happen to be a laes thumbnail artist is really as close as people think..

Yeah, they're friends but this is a broad term.. and they became friends through this Discord server for these shows..

But people often act like "oh, that person is a friend of a friend of someone who is an author of x so they have to be right especially if they're also famous".. It's simple thought process yet it's a logical fallacy..

Unfortunately people think like that and because of that they follow their words like it's canon. They don't even bother to think otherwise. And sadly because of this behaviour people believed the things they said about me and now they think that I'm disturbing and probably even a nasty person because I want Sun to be suicidal..

Like yeah.. nope.

But what can we do about it? I sadly don't think that there's something that can be done about it.. and I definitely am against harassing these people..

I can say these things here on my blog and tell the truth.. but I doubt people will listen to a "disturbing and nasty person".. and also I'm not popular enough for people to start to think about it.. to maybe question some things..

So unfortunately it is what it is..

Also I dislike these shippers because of their skewed perspective on Solar and Moon's relationship.. and now they're twisting Moon's poor mental state to be caused by losing his "lover".. which maybe wouldn't be a problem if they would be able to separate their ship headcanons from canon but because they can't I think that it's yikes..

[randomprosho]

"I don't support it in real life!"CW: talk of sexualizing minors, slight rant

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult (1) you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits...(1) No I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

"Just mute/block instead of harassing others!"I have nearly 70k people blocked on twitter, and hundreds of words and tags muted, I softblock and mute people who post things I don't want to see. I still see certain things on my timeline, usually because1) It's posted in the main tags of something I'm interested in2) The post isn't even tagged at all3) If someone quote retweets from someone I've blocked, I still see the take on my timeline.

"Antis use the same rhetoric as exclusionists and TERFS!"What exactly does being against pedophilia have to do with trans (women) exclusionary radical feminism?And what does lgbtq discourse in general have to do with not wanting minors to be sexualized?

"Antis harass people!"Apparently, proshippers have never done this before! Not once has a grown adult stalked literal children for calling their ships gross!Not saying harassments ok at all, but let's not act like the poor proshippers are being oppressed here.Also, I promise you, someone saying "x is a proshipper, please block them if you don't want to see their content" is not harassment. Writing callout posts and videos on underaged "antis", however is most definitely harassment but y'all don't want to hear that. People have the right to know if they are platforming people who go against their personal beliefs and morals. Choosing to hide that from people who would otherwise not want to interact with you for the sake of not wanting to "lose friends" makes you a bad person, and you should feel bad.

this is a LOT anon, my god...

First I'll say what I do agree with you on: I have made posts and even agreed with antis or neutrals on proshippers harassing antis. I have seen it and have hated that it happens. Proshippers like to use being anti-harassment as a shield to harass people. Antis have made posts without accusing anyone of being anything nor making any kind of assumptions about any shippers and they would get HOUNDED by proshippers. I've seen it happen. I once followed a group of antis because they liked the same popular ship I liked in a fandom (I wont name). They were uncomfortable with certain shippers and proshippers following them, I respected their wishes and left. I saw from a proshipper qrting that same anti group that I unfollowed because they made a list of proshippers for that fandom so people could block. I did trust these antis because they were anti-harassment. I do agree that a lot of these kinds of lists do cause harassment but there were proshippers going up to this group being immature saying to be added to the list. And yes, they were harassed but like I said, I did trust this group, they were peaceful people. I have had good conversations with antis because I feel like there are some that just want to be heard. So I listen to them. I am completely fine with having conversations without being labeled something I am not. That you KNOW I am not. I WILL stick up for antis if they're not in the wrong, I dont care how many proshippers I will be going against. I am anti-harassment in the truest sense. NO one deserves to be harassed, least of all, children.

For all the other shit you said: "if the shoe fits" It dont. Pedophilia is a paraphilic disorder where the person has thoughts and emotions that could potentially harm a minor. These people have intrusive thoughts to the point it causes them distress. I, personally, do NOT suffer from this. People have the ability to separate fiction from reality. What I see when I look at anime characters is a cartoon character. I dont see actual literal children, no matter HOW they act. I can only speak for myself, but I dont like actual people, let alone, children. I dont want to be with anyone nor do anything with anyone. I use to be a schediaphile, which is a paraphilia where someone is sexually attracted to fictional characters, which lolishota are. I honestly never was sexually attracted to lolishota. I only find them cute and when I like cute things, I like fucked up shit to happen to them because I like dark/taboo type of fiction. Even if something is shown in a positive way, it is STILL fucked up, isnt it?

When I post anything sexual about a lolishota, I am able to distance myself from it: Aegosexual.

There is a LOT of violence that is shown as a positive in fiction but no anti ever goes hard against it like they do when it comes to anything depicting sex. Violence is always seen as a good thing, while sex is bad.

It is a-okay to be disgusted and grossed out over any fiction no matter what. What isnt okay is harassing someone over fiction because you find it icky. I personally dont like gore but I would never go after someone making assumptions that they're gonna go on a murder spree.

I dont use lolishotacon as a way to cope because I havent been through anything like that. I just think they're cute, thats it.

btw, I am also blocking a shit ton of people on twitter. I block people every single day. I see NSFW art I dont want to see all the time. It does cause me a teeny bit of anxiety but I literally breathe out a sigh of relief when I block them so I dont see their shit anymore. If you're following ppl that qrt people you've blocked, maybe you should unfollow those people. you are the only person who can look out for you, unless your a minor, then thats your parents/guardians job

[thedawningofthehour]

I've been thinking about it lately, but what about the other genius kids in the city? You know, Baxter and the dragons, I vaguely remember you saying the dragons would reappear at some point, and I was wondering if that still going?

I haven't really been talking about the other kids because they're...kids. And shit is really real right now. I know it's a dystopian trope to have teenagers at the forefront of everything, but realistically they'd be so lost. There's army guys in Central Park. A secret scary government organization at work. Yeah, Baxter is a genius child. He's also ten. Kendra might be a tech whiz but she has like 10-12 years of experience. They both think they're hot shit because they're smarter than pretty much everyone they go up against and haven't realized how little they truly know in the grand scheme of things. They don't know how to be cautious. They don't realize how vulnerable they really are. Because the EPF has geniuses too, and they have better funding, collaboration, and purpose. And they've been doing this a lot longer than Kendra has. They would be either swallowed up by the likes of the EPF or steamrolled over.

Also, some of the human characters straight-up aren't in New York anymore. Especially the kids, people with kids would definitely be more likely to flee when this all started. A lot of April's classmates have left the city. I've mentioned that Dale is still in the city and still simping for April, and he's been getting himself in trouble because Dale is a moron. (hopefully he doesn't get shot, but he probably will) I think I decided that Jeremy's family left? So it is just the two dragons right now, and they're from kind of a rich area so there was some law and order going on up there, at least until recently. I don't know why they haven't left; maybe Kendra's dad has some important job he thought he couldn't abandon until it was too late. I don't plan on making them important to the plot or anything; I was just going to have Kendra harass Gale and let him commit bodily harm against her. At most maybe Leo will work with Jace a little bit on infrastructure stuff.

I'm not really sure what I want to do with Baxter. I mean, I do want to include him at some point, let him annoy the hell out of everyone, but I just haven't decided how to bring him in line with doth canon where I try to make sense of this nonsensical TV show.

For one-I've decided that his last name really is Stockman, but he really leans into the stock-boy thing because he's a loser and thinks it's funny.

I also want to make his dad a conspiracy theorist. Like, the guy who yells at people on the sidewalks about the world ending, but like 1% of his predictions are scarily accurate. I'm unsure if this is the same guy as the grocery store owner, maybe his mom remarried but Baxter has little to do with his biodad because 'insert everything' and his stepdad has been the main father figure in his life. Or maybe he's like Jace and just considers the stepdad to be a bonus dad and calls them both his dad. (Kendra's dad and Jace have 100% adopted each other and have an 'awkward but still cute' father-son relationship. The same cannot be said for Kendra and Jace's mom)

Maybe Leo puts Baxter in charge of making propaganda videos on how totally cool mutants are. That sounds like something Leo would try to do and would backfire on him.

[marshmallowprotection]

This is so random but would Saeyoung be okay w a trial lawyer/Adjuctator MC? I'm playing his route while I'm reading about laws and human rights.

I don't see why not. Like, I understand the hesitation to believe that he would give someone in the law field a chance. He's committed a lot of crimes over the years, and he has to live with the things that his agency made him do.

I think it's worth pointing out that one of the main reason why he shirks off his work is because he wants to find a way to not hurt innocent people if he can help it, and the only reason why he gets his work done in the end is because he doesn't have any other choice.

That guilt likely eats away at him, but he made the painful choice as a child to live this life of pain for Saeran's freedom. Of course, we all are well-aware of how that choice played out... Being with him means you need to understand that things are not black and white in this world. It's important for anybody who works in law to understand that you need to look at things from a broader perspective than to throw the book at someone all the time. Are you okay with that? He has nothing against you, because you have a kind heart and you do believe in justice... but will your sense of justice abhor his sense of justice?

I think that's the larger question to ask yourself.

You need to look at what he's done to survive and why he doesn't feel guilty about some of those things. Saeyoung likely stole things from stores all the time as a little kid, clothes, food, medication, you name it. Do you have a problem with that? Do you have a problem with the act of theft even if it's the only way for someone to survive? Are you okay with the fact that Saeyoung's done things to survive that may ask you to look at what the definition of a crime is?

You're going to have your morals tested and I would truly hope you wouldn't think less of him because people will do what they have to do to survive. It's a litmus test in my opinion. Can you be okay with what he's done to survive? Does it bother you? Do the small thing bother you? Because, if the same things bother you, we're going to have a problem when it comes to the larger misdeeds he's committed for the agency... and it remains to be seen canonically everything he had to do... and from what I know, I know it wasn't pretty.

I also know that he... was a victim of harassment and maybe worse given what we know about the agency making him dress up for the missions they send him on. He loves dressing up, but... the agency forces him to fit roles to get close to sleezebags. We don't know if he personally kills those guys, or if someone takes care of the job while he plays the bait, but... that's another thing he has to live with and I know an MC would support and comfort him through him admitting what happened to him if something did happen.

He just... likely won't get justice for those events because everything is so tangled in the agency's destruction. I hate that for him, but the fact is, we're limited by what we know because Saeyoung doesn't like to talk about it, but I would be interested to see how an MC engages with the aspects of what Saeyoung suffered from a legal perspective. What kind of justice would you think possible for him? I think one of the only things you could do would be to fight his father, since most of the things he's suffered can't be proven or may not have enough evidence to try someone if that person isn't already dead.

Are you okay with the fact that he might have killed someone? Can you stomach that with your sense of justice? Because, he doesn't regret what he's done as I imagine most of the people he's targeted himself have been the worst of the worst. He certainly didn't hesitate regarding Rika in V’s Route.

He was about to get rid of her and himself. He is somebody who will not hesitate to take justice into his own hands, and if that bothers you, that's going to be something that you two are going to have to talk about. Because there are times when he will do things that skirt the line of morality, and he will not feel bad about getting rid of someone who's a horrible person. Are you okay with that? Yes? No? Maybe?

At the end of the day, there would be no problem with him being romantically entangled with you on his end once you are able to reason with that stubborn man, but there might be all the reason in the world for you to feel torn about him if you're somebody with a high sense of morality. Saeyoung may not regret some of the things he's done, but I know he might regret a few... but at he end of the day, it was him or them, and he chose himself first just in case he might live to see Saeran again someday.

Are you okay with all of that? 

It's not a bad thing if that bothers you, and he wouldn't hold it against you. Most people understand where he's coming from and what he's gone through, but I think it's interesting to point out some people may feel torn with a high sense of morality for justice. Of course, not every person who is a lawyer or in the law field thinks with this black and white morality, but many of them do. There's some that don't think it's okay to do this or that, and some who understand that life is hard, and you gotta do what you gotta do.

He would be ultimately respectful if you're somebody who wants more than anything to make the world a better place because the world deserves to be a better place created by those with very kind hearts. 

I can imagine he might tease you if none of this bothers you and you still know about some of the questionable things he's done. You can get a lot of amusement out of that aspect, a game of cat and mouse, but I don't see too many people think about the heavier thoughts that might go into this whenever I see an MC like this. 

[fandomsaligninstories]

Year One: Day Three

Chapter List WC: 1,811

3rd September, 1991, Late Afternoon

"You have got to be kidding me!" Violet grumbled to her friends Hannah and Aimee. 

They were entering their second to last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Violet had been excited for it, having started her readings for the upcoming lesson during her free period that morning, but the second she stepped into the room and saw students in the familiar green-and-silver colours, she wanted to ditch. D.A.D.A would make the third class they shared together, including History of Magic and Astronomy.

"It'll be fine," Hannah tried to reassure, "We'll just avoid them, right? Can't cause trouble if they don't exist to us."

"Right!" Aimee agreed, pulling Violet by her arm to the only empty desk in the middle of the room. They pointedly ignored the white-blonde boy a few tables away, who was staring at Violet. He'd been doing that ever since she'd apologised. In the Great Hall, in passing in hallways, anytime they pass each other, he'll be staring at her.

It was uncomfortable at first, because she wasn't sure if it meant he was going to try something to hurt her, or if he was just that awkward. Having spoken to some of the older Hogwarts students, Violet had learned that the Malfoy's weren't the type of people you treat kindly. You stay away from them, and if you interact, you keep your mouth shut. So, Violet decided, Draco must not be used to being treated kindly, which meant she would need to be nothing but nice to him in any future interactions. 

D.A.D.A was taught by Professor Quirrell. The position had been cursed, according to a fourth-year Ravenclaw, so every year there was a new D.A.D.A professor. The curse caused the professor to either die or leave at the end of each year, which made it hard for Dumbledore to keep the position filled. 

As expected, the first lesson was just an introductory one, and started in on their first topic: werewolves. Though Herbology would remain her favourite subject, D.A.D.A would definitely be a close second. 

Most of the other students had already left by the time Violet and her two friends packed away their belongings. As expected, Draco and his friends were standing at the door, harassing the kids leaving. Unexpectedly, however, when he looked up and saw Violet coming towards him, he tilted his head down slightly and let the girls leave unscathed. 

On the way to dinner, she couldn't help but wonder what that was about. Evidently, her friends felt the same way.

"What did you do to him?" Hannah asked, glancing behind them towards the boys. 

Violet shrugged, "Nothing! I just apologised. Weird, right?" 

"Very odd." Aimee agreed, "Maybe you're just the first person to ever show him kindness. I hear his family is awful. Full of You-Know-Whos most loyal subjects."

There was that name again, You-Know-Who. The man who had tried to kill baby Harry, and had killed his parents. After her first night at Hogwarts, Violet got tired of hearing people talk about Harry and not understanding what the big deal was, so she asked. And she'd gotten the full, terrible story. She finally understood why they called him "The Boy Who Lived", and how he got the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Scary, that lot. Malfoy is bound to follow in their footsteps. There's rumours, you know. That he's back..." Hannah whispered conspiratorially.

Aimee huffed at her friend, "Don't start with that again! He's dead. People are just saying that to scare you."

"Well, it's working!" Hannah urged. Violet nodded. In her little bit of free time over the past few days, she'd done plenty of reading on the Wizarding War. What it was, why it happened, and how many people died. It was awful, and she pitied the students she'd met that had lost family members in the war. She couldn't imagine ever being able to survive such a thing. 

By the time dinner was finished, Violet was exhausted again. A nightly occurrence, she noticed, with all of her lessons and coursework she'd been given in just those first days. But she had one more class to attend, Charms with the Ravenclaws. Not the most riveting subject, but not as dreadful as History of Magic. 

As she was entering the classroom, she noticed a boy a ways down the hallway waving. She paused a moment, looking around her to see if he was waving at someone else, but no one else was paying attention. When she looked back at him, he was moving towards her. She realised it was the second-year that had stopped her from attacking Draco the other day, Eddie something-or-other.

"Hi, Violet!" He smiled, leaning on his shoulder against the wall, "Alright? How's Hogwarts treating you?"

She smiled back, "Hi Eddie. Yeah, alright. Been busy, but it's been exciting! This is a whole new world for me, you know." 

"Ah, muggle born, were you? My father's a muggle, but my mother's a witch, so I knew what to expect. I couldn't imagine coming into this without any clue what to expect!" He laughed warmly, his eyes focused only on her. 

"Yeah, it's been something." She turned as the bell started to chime, alerting her to the start of class, "I've gotta go, see you later!" She waved as she rushed into the room, finding the empty seat beside Aimee. 

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By Friday evening, Violet was ready to drop. The most frustrating thing about the entire school, aside from the sheer size of it, was that her schedule wasn't consistent. Every day was different, with different classes at different times. The only thing that kept her relatively sane was that it would always remain the same week to week, and that she had her friends with her. She'd be carrying around a copy of her timetable for at least a few weeks before she would be able to memorise it.

Luckily she had three free periods on Fridays, with her last class ending by 4pm, leaving her with plenty of time to get started on the piles of homework she'd already been given. 

She arrived to dinner late, having been caught up in the potions paper she was working on. Most students had already finished the meal and left for the evening, turning in to work on their own homework or hang out with friends. She was disappointed to see none of her friends remained, the tables clear except for a few students at each. 

Most of the plates and platters had already been cleared away by whatever magic the house-elves used. She made a mental note to look into that later, she was rather curious how the food knew where to appear. Actually, she decided, she'd ask Hermione. That girl seemed to know everything. 

She was picking at her meal when a shadow moved to loom over her. She turned her head slightly to see who it was. She nearly choked on the food she was chewing.

"M- Malfoy?" She coughed, clearing her throat with some water, "What do you want?"

"Why'd you do it?" He asked roughly.

She turned to face him fully, looking at him confused, "Do what?"

"Apologise!" He hissed, eyes darting around the room before repeating, "Why'd you do it?"

"It was the right thing to do?" She hadn't meant for it to sound like a question, but she was thoroughly confused. This wasn't the boy so many people had warned her about; he was being strangely open and vulnerable. She continued, "It's not right to hurt other people just because you're hurting. I was hurting, because you hurt my friend, but I shouldn't have retaliated. It wasn't right. You might be a prat, Draco, but you deserve some human decency." 

His eyes widened before he scowled at her, "Well, don't do it again. Just stay away from me, freak!"

He rushed off before she could form a reply. 'You came to me,' she wanted to shout. Instead she silently turned and finished her dinner, dragging herself back to her dorm for the night. 

It was nearing 8pm when she entered the common room, but being as there weren't any classes the next day, many students were hanging out. 

She dropped down onto a couch beside Cedric, who was listening to Tamsin tell a dramatic story about a previous quidditch game the Hufflepuffs had competed in. Anthony and Cedric were shaking their heads at her obviously overdramatized story, but Aimee, Hannah, Caroline, and Susan were all listening attentively. 

"Hey," Cedric whispered, looking at Violet with concern, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just had a run in with Malfoy." She whispered back, rushing on at his even more concerned expression, "Oh no, it wasn't anything bad, he was just being a drama queen." 

"Okay. Let me know if he gives you any more trouble, I'll have a talk with him." He nudged her with his elbow, smirking. She held back her laughter, knowing full well there wasn't a single thing Cedric could say to stop Draco. 

"Thanks." She curled up on the couch, turning her attention back to Tamsin, who was still going on about quidditch. Violet didn't understand the love of the game, in fact she found it a bit boring. She soon started to doze off, so she bid her friends a good night before heading to bed. 

Despite her exhaustion, she found herself unable to sleep, tossing and turning under the covers for what felt like hours, but was only a matter of minutes. Finally she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, looking down at the purple quilt spread out on the bed. She blinked back the sudden rush of tears, the homesickness she'd been feeling the last few days overwhelming. 

She missed her parents. She missed her room, with its lilac purple walls and pink rugs. She missed her friends from down the street, her teachers at school. She even missed the neighbours dogs that she'd often go over and play with. 

She knew she would miss them when she left, but she had expected to be able to talk to them whenever she felt like it. So call her mother when she was sad, or to tell her father a funny story that had happened that day. But, as she had learned, there was no electricity or technology at Hogwarts. Someone had tried to explain it to her when she asked where a telephone was, but the only thing she got out of it was that the magic surrounding Hogwarts was so great that any technology went haywire if it got too close. She'd been told she could write letters home, but she had yet to find the owlery to send one. 

Tomorrow, she told herself, reaching out for that small teddy and clutching it to her chest, crawling back under the covers. Tomorrow she'd write her parents a letter, and she'd find the owlery to send it. 

[dreamofmetoday]

Hi can I ask your opinion on why objectively bad idols can come up positive in some readings? I'm not going to name names to protect my peace and yours.. but there's a few idols where everyone knows they have done very problematic things or hold problematic beliefs (racism, homophobia ykwim) but still come up rather positive in readings?

Is it just bias of the readers coming through or is it that these more objective things can be hard to pick up on?

i think i'm going to do my best to explain in detail since it seems to genuinely confuse a lot of people and has become a pretty common question, but for that reason this answer might end up pretty lengthy, so i hope you don't mind reading all of it lol

the basic answer is that people are multi-faceted, meaning everyone has good and bad to them, and sometimes the bad is just something people view as objectively unforgivable. but secondly, it's important to understand that people who are homophobic or racist see themselves as being right, they don't really see what they're doing as wrong and therefore will not necessarily come up as malicious. a lot of racists or homophobes are also not actively going out and harassing gay people or who they're racist against - they just think it, talk about it amongst their friends and go about their lives as if that's not weird. so for example, a racist white person can come up as someone who loves their family, is sweet and generous to their loved ones, puts others' needs first etc. and you wouldn't even know they were racist unless you outright asked or did a dynamic (compatibility) reading with them and a person of colour (and you would see how they're prejudiced).

but another reason is definitely who is doing the reading, the main one is definitely bias but another overwhelming factor is people simply not being able to pick up on it. you know how writers are given the advice, "write what you know" well i believe the same should be applied to readers - "read what you know". in my experience, it's really hard for white people and people from homogeneous countries to pick up on racism in general since they are not experiencing it, can't see it and are racist themselves. so this all factors into how readings turn out.

lastly, it's important to put things into perspective in general. for example, when it comes to most kpop idols - they are koreans from a homogeneous country, they are all definitely some level of racist because that's just how that works, but whether they would come up as racist or not would more so depend on how purposely racist they are. them just being ignorant and uneducated will not really be that easy to pick up on (in my opinion and experience), since they don't necessarily have bad intentions. however, an idol that hates travelling overseas because they hate seeing foreign fans and mocks them behind the scenes is definitely more likely to show up as racist if you were to ask.

so to sum up your question, these things are not hard to pick up on but they may be for some people, even if they try to be unbiased. and as a side note, the most common way i see racism or homophobia coming up is inadvertently through dynamic readings (but you can really always outright ask and get your answer).