#fictionally

[del-stars]

i love sirius black so much i’m going to lock him in a basement and torture him

[egonchod]

Understanding Lolisho as a FictionAlly

I will analyze lolicons to prove enjoyment of objectionable fiction does NOT reflect real life preferences. This in contrast to the Anti-Fiction myth sprouted by antis that A) fiction promotes real life attitudes, and B) enjoyment of objectionable fiction reflects real life preferences. My FictionAlly (a renaming of prohship) hypothesis is that A) fiction does NOT promote real life attitudes, and B) enjoyment of objectionable fiction does NOT reflect real life preferences.

"In August 1983, Kawaguchi Toshihiko from Hokkaidō Prefecture writes, 'I have a two-dimensional complex (nijigen konpurekkusu). I don’t feel anything for the photographs in the opening pages. For that reason, I’d like you to stop with the pictures and run only manga'" - Galbraith, P. W. (2011). Lolicon: The Reality of ‘Virtual Ch*ld P*rn*gr*phy’ in Japan. Image & Narrative, 12(1), 83–119. Retrieved from https://www.imageandnarrative.be/index.php/imagenarrative/article/view/127

This quote came from Manga Burikko per the Patrick W. Galbraith scholarly article cited above. With an understanding of the history of lolicon and an understanding of what Galbraith toned down, the common Anti argument that lolicon equals pedophilia is disproven. Messages like that appeared in Manga Burikko when they added lolicon (fictional manga) content during 1980s lolicon (fictional drawings) boom. Manga Burikko had real ch*ld p*; it was legal in Japan prior to 1999. But messages sent from the new lolicon boom audience led to Manga Burikko ending its run of real ch*ld p*. The real pictures were taking up pages that could be used for the loli (fictional) art. As the article states, "It seems that the editors finally yielded to reader demands in November 1983….Gravure idol photography is entirely absent, and remained so for the rest of the magazine's existence." Literally, lolicons decreased the amount of real ch*ld p* being published. The new lolicon boom audience choose drawn images over real ch*ld p*. No real pedophile would ever do that. This was before ch*ld p* was outlawed in Japan, so it wasn't guilty pedophiles choosing safe fiction. This is OBJECTIVE proof that lolicon DOES NOT equal pedophilia. Furthermore, the lolicon boom audience disliking the irl ch*ld p* while liking the fictional content proves that fictional preferences do NOT reflect real life preferences. This applies to furries, fictional incest, fictional non-con, fictional violence, and more. Fiction is fiction. Anti-Fiction types believe that controlling or censoring fiction can be used for real life advocacy. Per the FictionAlly hypothesis, they are dead wrong.

[f1-disaster-bi]

nooo please bless us with a little bit of Lando dragons au angst 🙏🤲 what if we also got a sprinkle of comfort too…? 👀

I have been explicity told no more angst for Egg and Lando by @f1-birb, but we did come up with some angst and hurt/comfort for Egg that I will be answering in another ask in a minute 👀

So far some of the angst in this au is:

Lando's og family dying and him being abandoned

Being bullied for not having a dragon (despite George trying to protect him)

Injured during training and blood loss feet Egg attacking someone and the other dragons being upset over Lando being hurt (cause Lando is dragon catnip)

I've been told to focus on cuter ideas today and leave the dragons alone 😂😂

[cepheusgalaxy]

I think shibari is so pretty i should learn to draw it fr fr

[undersero]

Wanna make someone’s pullout game weak

[thecoffeeloverbutterfly90]

Besides, I not post it... Doesn't say that, I'm not consider this two as Mom & Dad. 😉😘👏❤️🫶

[grunklebongrip]

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

[knebellindemann]

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[bebx]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know a fic is good when it has this

[moonchild311]

"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?

[001x456]

people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.

shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own

[savage-sinister]

I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.

I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.

If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.

And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.

[fromthemouthofkings]

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love