#demeaning words

[zoethehead]

First time writing something like this.

Tws for mentions of noncon, aftermath of noncon, vomit, female whumpers, nudity.

The noncon isn't written because i'm not comfy writing graphically sexual/uncomfortable themes.

Sorry if it's inaccurate, i don't mean any disrespect.

Sorry in advance for anyone with this squick

Declan had just been through an unspeakable ordeal, a horrific moment without his consent, and after the ordeal was done; his neck was slit, and he was left to die in the freezing cold alleyway.

He had been beaten and violated by 2 ladies of high status and just...left there!

He was nauseous, disgusted with what had happened, being deflowered for someone else's sick--sexual pleasure, he wanted to vomit by just thinking of it, he retched out what he could before he limped off, back to the place that he called home...

He made it home, using the tattered remnants of his pants to cover what he could, the fly of his pants undone, but not showing anything. He didn't have enough time to reach the door as he felt increasingly dizzy, everything weighing on his mind was too much as his legs buckled beneath him, hitting the ground as his body slammed against the door, he felt nauseous again, but he tried to not puke, just huddling up, the scars on his back straining, as he sobbed...

He didn't remember much after

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Zachiriah heard a loud THUD at the door, startled from whatever he was doing. He walked to the door of the home, opening it only to then see......

"Declan...." Zachiriah said, in shock of the sight before him;

Declan was unconscious, wearing nothing but disheveled and tattered pants with an undone fly that modestly covered him. His body was covered in cuts, blood, scrapes, bruises, and dirt. A smear of bile around his chin and his chest, and it looked unfortunately enough that there were fluids reaching from his hips to his chest, clearly showing signs that he had been through the unthinkable. Zachiriah pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he picked up declan, slinging an arm over his shoulder and carrying him to his bedroom.

Zachiriah gently cleaned out Declan's wounds, choosing to avoid some areas and not cause the hornet soldier any further discomfort. He dried declan off, gently getting some underwear and lounge pants onto his recently cleaned and bandaged legs. Zachiriah bandaged the wounds up, especially the gash in his neck that he now just noticed.

Declan slightly awoke.

"I deserved it" he mumbled, his voice breaking.

"What?" Zachiriah quietly asked.

"M' nothing but a useless, filthy slut... and it's my fault that it happened....." declan said, soon crying.

"Hey... it's alright, i'm here, you're safe now." Zachiriah said, holding declan close, hugging him and gently combing his fingers through declan's hair. Declan eventually drifted off to sleep, having had worn himself out.

Zachiriah laid Declan back down as gently as possible, soon noticing that it seemed like declan was suffering from a common fever. Zachiriah grabbed a fresh, clean washcloth, soaking it with cold water and wringing it out so it was damp but not soaked, placing the cloth on declan's forehead.

"Rest up, you're safe here." Zachiriah said before tucking up a blanket around declan's body, leaving him to rest.

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Declan awoke to warmth later...

He opened his eyes to a room, blankets were draped across his body, and his injuries had been tended to the best that they could.

He tried to get up, his head swam and he could only manage to prop himself up using his arms.

"Hey, please take it easy right now, okay?" A familiar voice asked.

It was Zachiriah, he had sat vigil by Declan's bedside.

Tears welled up in Declan's eyes, he was safe now, but the burden of what had happened to him weighed heavy on his mind.

He hugged Zachiriah, holding him close, and Declan wept.

"Hey, hey.... It's alright, i've got you..." Zachiriah said, his voice was hushed and calm, bringing a familiar sense of comfort to Declan.

After awhile, Declan managed to calm himself down enough, his face slightly red as he wiped the tears away from his eyes.

"Look, you can take all the time that you need to think, you will be able to tell me what happened when you're ready to, ok?" Zachiriah asked, holding Declan's hand.

After some calming down, Declan managed to tell Zachiriah about what had happened to him, the beating, the deflowering, and the attempt on his life...

Zachiriah was horrified! Outraged, even!

"Hey, i'm here for you whenever you need moral support, i'll help you with your recovery." Zachiriah said, trying his best to stay calm.

Declan smiled softly, laying back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling...

"So, how long was I out for?" Declan asked.

"About 2 days, you were quite feverish when i found you in the terrible shape that you were in, you were mumbling very demeaning words to yourself, too..." Zachiriah answered.

Declan pulled the quilt up to his shoulders, he was starting to feel worn out.

"Look, I can leave you alone if you need some space and whatnot" zachiriah said.

"No, it's fine that you stay with me..." Declan said.

"You sure? I felt like with what you went through that you'd need some space" Zachiriah asked

"P-please... i know you might want to give me space, and i... i respect that, but.... i'd just rather not be alone right now...." Declan answered

"Well, sure then, I guess." Zachiriah shrugged, he laid in the bed beside Declan, holding his hand as they both drifted off to sleep...

[panrao]

Spoilers, it's dysphoria

[letitbehurt]

Interrogation/torture scenes where Whumper is just as gentle as they are cruel.

Their voice is soft even as they slide a serrated knife beneath Whumpee’s skin, methodically drawing out screams. Between rounds, they crouch on their heels as if calming a scared child, tilting their head to peer underneath a sweaty curtain of hair.

They ask guilessly, as blood drips steadily from the knife in their hand, “Should we try this again?”

[scarletfasinera]

I hate when people are like "I already didn't like xyz so it's not difficult for me to boycott it unlike those loser customers that actually Liked the thing which I could never understand bc I was never a customer uwu" bc like. That literally isn't boycotting lmao. That is just Never Being A Customer In The First Place, which means nothing actually.

Boycotts are primarily about applying pressure (or completely making it impossible to operate) via financial/commercial/economic impact. AKA it's about money and capital.

If you already weren't spending money on a product/franchise/company, then you were already never part of their sales data, and you just doing nothing & making absolutely no change to your daily life and just continuing to not be part of their sales data as normal, has literally no material impact. You were already never a factor. The people who WERE customers & WERE part of the sales data & ARE withdrawing their money from those sales figures actually ARE making a material impact.

"Supporting" something isn't about vibes or thoughts or feelings or you telling your best friend how much you like a thing, "support" in a meaningful sense is specifically material. It is financial. Refusing to continue supporting something means taking the money you were previously spending on it & putting it elsewhere. If you were never spending money, you were never supporting it, and therefore it doesn't make any difference if you continue to not support it. Boycotting is something CUSTOMERS and CONSUMERS do.

SO STOP FUCKING BRAGGING ABOUT IT & STOP MAKING FUN OF PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY ARE BOYCOTTING FOR "EVER LIKING XYZ TO BEGIN WITH" & STOP SPREADING THIS FALSE IDEA OF HOW BOYCOTTING WORKS LMAO sorry for capslocking I remembered I was annoyed

I just hate this low-morale mean-spirited bullshit some people do in the notifs on boycotting info posts where they arbitrarily moralize about something they just don't understand so they can pat themselves on the back for doing literally literally nothing AND inadvertently spreading misinfo in the process. Be quiet. Go do something that matters. There are plenty of posts going around, including from Palestinians themselves, with lists of references for how to help Palestine & other similar causes for people currently in crisis, please please do something For Real instead of boasting online about your fandom superiority complex as if it means anything.

[prolibytherium]

I see people complain that their immersion is broken when a book set in a historical period uses general contemporary slang/swear words/informal terms ('lads', 'guys', etc) etc and it's just like. You do realize that every language in every era was 'modern' to its users and had at least some vulgarity and slang right? Writing in vaguely 'old timey' speech solely on the basis that it took place a long time ago does not add any realism and if anything kind of detracts from it imo.

Like if you're writing a story in english + in a way that's legible to contemporary english language readers that takes place any time/anywhere that people did not speak contemporary english, you're already 'translating'. I feel like this 'translation' is made more complete by including at least Some vulgarity, informal speech, etc where the core underlying concepts and uses of these words are applicable to the setting. It makes the characters more human, not distanced from the reader by artificially antiquating them with a language that is exclusively hyper-formal and neutered in scope.

[ciderjacks]

despite all his uncle-isms I think Chilchuck would kick dudes who he hears use the word bitch

[varijeri]

The only thing that could have made the normally incredibly careful, incredibly perceptive Phil lose his composure could have been the eggs. I can't believe it. They exploited his only weakness.

Right now, he's confused, panicked and anxious about his eggs, especially with Chayanne seemingly singled out by the maze. That's the only reason he'd have taken such an obvious bait, and to take off his backpack and warp stone out of everything.

In the face of anything that threatens his fellow players Phil stands as strong as Etoiles does and even when Forever was drugged up to high heaven he held his composure through it all and saw it done.

They baited him with the promise of his eggs back and he was so desparate he took the bait without thinking. Too scared to even leave a note or sign to tip someone off.

And what he finds is a quaint, cute little birdhouse, and when he enters their belongings are there, Chayanne's floatie and Tallulah's hat, and a chest parroting his own words back at him: "A CAGE FOR A CAGE", where while he meant 'a cage to enclose theirs', they retaliated with 'a cage in return for his'. And there are so many birds locked up in cages in that house and Cucurucho just shows up, laughs at him, and locks him in there, like another bird.

And the only way, the only way they could have gotten the Angel of Death, Philza Minecraft himself in there was by exploiting his only weakness and setting a bait he had absolutely no choices but to take.

[nonasemporium]

points at how john interacts with, talks about, and even resurrected g1deon

points at how john engages with augustine in comparison to both g1deon and mercy (will get more into in just a second)

points at how ianthe sought power in her relationship to john by shifting to a more masculine presentation, when before she had a relatively feminine presentation

points at how john seems to take some extra joy out of both shaping alecto into the appearance of a white woman and also how he seems to feel a very specific facet of power in how he engages with mercy, who is also presumably a white woman

points at the concept that if pyrrha WAS a white woman there's a very specific exchange in how john perceives and engages with her relationship to g1deon

points at how cavaliers are repeatedly referred to, in some way, as largely darker in skin-tone than the necromancers AND how they're constantly described with/compared to beasts in some sense

points at how john is fixated on the roman empire and also catholocism

points at actual catholicism (and the history it has with race and colorism)

now.

is it hard to see how colorism is also a possible read into his character

[be4utiful4byss]

thinking that I’m a goofy little freak in the mhs fandom then realizing that I’m . one of the only normal tubee fans that I’ve seen.

[anglerflsh]

neurodivergency moment on my part

[dishesoap]

if you can read this, im not vagueposting abt you. but its real fuckin weird how some people think their pet photos are healing to other people. your kitty and your puppy are lovely but sending me pictures of them are not magically making me feel better and its actually kind of weird that you think it would

[anxiouscervidae]

Remember gang, it costs literally nothing to not verbally harass or demean Black women online!

[samble-movedd]

everytime someone gives a generic "go to therapy" response to posts i remember when i had one as a kid and all i did was Lie

[unproduciblesmackdown]

no context no details "these days ppl can't Work Through Conflicts or they don't Try hard enough & this is why Communities are broken :(" how is it meaningfully different from "look at the divorce rates Today vs in the '50s :( everyone just throws marriages away. Women aren't having Kids everyone just throws Families away"

"oh these days people can think about their experiences as Trauma or Abuse simply if they Want to :( you can't even talk to anyone anymore, if you make them uncomfortable (through no fault of your own. they're too sensitive & i'm simply always Being Normal) they'll be crying victim :(" how is this meaningfully different from "ugh how can a man talk to a coworker woman anymore or even look at her. how can men try to flirt with and date women anymore :( everythinnng's misogyny ohh harassment assault oppression because you breathed in her direction :("

[unscramblerer]

Todays Word Of The Day is: Deride

Deride originates from the Latin deridere(to mock). English usage of the word began in the 16th century.

[awkwardglobofgoop]

I could literally be walking and trip over a curb and you’ll scream ‘autism’