#i'm not the thought police

[hotmonkeelove]

This!

I'm not in the Black Butler fandom but I've heard an account on this site say the creator(?) Of black butler is a pedophile and homophobic. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. They might just be trying to make the fandom look bad.

Dear Anon,

What makes this fandom look bad is the fandom itself. I am not sure about other fandoms, but the Kuroshitsuji fandom for one is filled with self-righteous, compulsive liars who make up ‘facts’ to legitimise their own ideas.

To answer your question; no, to the best of our knowledge Toboso Yana is NOT a confirmed pedophile, nor homophobic. Of course one might make a case out of how eroticising and fetishising children or homoromanticism/sexuality is a form of pedophilia/homophobia, but that’s an altogether different can of worms which I refuse to touch.

Lending your ask as opportunity, allow me to compose a small FAQ here.

Kuroshitsuji FAQ

1. Was Kuroshitsuji supposed to be a yaoi?

No. The short version of the answer is as such:

Square Enix does not publish any yaoi or explicit content.

Yana already had her own yaoi/BL associated artist name Yanao Rock. It would be very foolish to start a BL-themed manga using her official artist name Toboso Yana which she is trying to keep separate from Yanao Rock.

The rumour of Kuroshitsuji supposed to have been BL only exists in the Western fandom.

The detailed answer can be found here, here and here.

2. Is Sebaciel canon?

No. For the purpose of marketing Yana has neither confirmed nor denied the truth of this statement, because it obviously sells. But if you study the interaction between the characters, it is clear as day that they would not be romantically interested in one another, because 1. Sebastian does not like slavery, or enjoy dating cattle, and 2. O!Ciel is too traumatised. When push came to shove (in the Emerald Witch Arc) he would not even let Sebas near him.

A thorough analysis of their relationship can be found in this post.

Although Yana has said nothing, Editor K, the second highest authority on this series, has confirmed that there is no affection between master and servant.

“【The foundation of Kuroshitsji no. 16】 The butler is a demon and   competent and loyal. However, there is no affection for his   master. [Sebastian] supports his master in his revenge as a butler, but the nature of the contract is one where he will eat the soul after the completion [of the revenge]. The contract is the only reason [Sebastian]  works so hard, he is a perverted gourmet. #Kuroshitsuji”

3. Is it alright to ship Sebaciel because Yana’s material endorses it?

Does Yana’s material casually portraying murder make murder less severe a problem?

An author is human too, even IF an author thinks of something as acceptable, we as readers need to consider what is right or wrong. Most classic literature/media actively promote sexism, racism, etc.; but it does not mean we should follow those ideas. “[Person] does it, so I can do it too” is Trump’s or a 5 year old’s argumentation style.

4. Is Grell Sutcliff a man or a woman?

Grell Sutcliff is a transgender woman. Besides Grell’s own claims, Yana herself too has confirmed her statement in text.

“Ah, but this time after the completion of the script, I had a request to Grell’s actor Mr. Uehara. “Could you please [play her] as a strong woman”, I said (laughs) In the original comics, Grell does not make an appearance between the Red Butler Arc and the Luxury Liner Arc, and therefore people often think she is useless at her job. So I asked [Mr. Uehara] to please portray her as a career woman in front of her kouhai (younger colleague, aka Ronald)” 【Toboso】

Here is an entire Masterpost on gender in Kuroshitsuji, and here a detailed history of how Yana has been owning up for her mistake of portraying Grell in a problematic manner.

4.5 Did Yana not say Grell is male?

Yana has never said and meant that Grell is a man.

Yana did write on her old blog: “yes, Grell is a man, but has the heart of a maiden” (Toboso, 2010).  That however, was the lack of accurate terminology in Japanese for a transgender woman from a decade ago. Transgender studies have developed entirely differently than within Euro-American discourse. As such, holding Yana’s words from 10 years ago accountable as accurate NOW in the English speaking community would be Euro-Americentrist at best.

5. Is O!Ciel’s real name Astre/Noel/Merde?

No, Yana has confirmed that none of the three main characters’ names (Sebastian, O!Ciel and Undertaker) have been revealed yet. And indeed, Undertaker’s name is therefore also not ‘Adrian Crevan’ as has been claimed often times.

Click here for more details.

6. Is the anime canon?

No, the only part Yana had in the anime were the first few episodes of the first season that were directly based on her manga, and the visual designs of some characters. Yana herself does not even seem to like the anime, let alone consider it ‘part of her canon’. Besides, the anime actively DEFIES her canon.

Click here and here for more details.

7. Is the second musical ‘the Most Beautiful Death in the World’ canon?

No, just like the anime, the only part Yana played in this musical is the visual designs of the characters. The characters however, are written by the Kuromyu creative team.

“RT @toboso_official: When I was watching kuromyu・A Thousand Souls, I really thought: “Eric and Alan are characters I could never have created from scratch…” (No offense meant!) I was responsible for the visual designs, but the characters were born from the writing by Ms. Okada, the directing by Fukuyama-sensei, and finally, by the actors.”【Toboso】 

Click here for the mini masterpost on this musical, and to understand how this musical is homophobic, transphobic, pedophilic on top of defying Yana’s canon.

If there are other things that would belong on this FAQ list, feel free to let me know! I hope this helps.

BUT HONESTLY PEOPLE; STOP MAKING UP CLAIMS!!!!!!!! Sometimes we just don’t know things, and it is alright! If your theory does not have confirmation (yet) or is actively defied, WELL, SUCK IT UP!

[starcurtain]

I think one of the funniest things about the Sabzeruz event is that the devs choose to go with Candace, Traveler, and Paimon having a whole "Ooh, two mysterious men are going into an alley to have a 'private' conversation; they must be bad guys!" only to then go "Oh just kidding, it was only Alhaitham and Kaveh doing typical Alhaitham and Kaveh things."

Except the "Alhaitham and Kaveh" thing in question this time was talking about Mehrak, a sentient robot that Kaveh built using absolutely forbidden technology, and which he then whole-heartedly willed would develop a consciousness of its own, violating one of the central taboos of his nation's governing agency, committing what amounts to an inherent and extreme felony punishable by law.

Alhaitham and Kaveh: Listen, we're not bad guys discussing illegal activity here. We're just two men having a private, personal conversation. Happens all the time.

Paimon, Candace, and Traveler: Oh cool, they're not doing a crime; they're just gay.

But they were, in fact, doing a crime.

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[nepotisim]

I'm so tired of phrases like "anti-woke". Just say you're a racist/homophobic weirdo.

[kay-southpaw]

What in the Orwellian fucking shit

It's apparently sexual assault to masturbate to the idea of someone without getting their permission first. I've been suddenly thrown back into 2015 Tumblr

[lostreverb]

genuine question of discussion for booboodaddy tumblr:

AND I AM AWARE having reblogged, liked, commented, supported these kinds of fics i may be throwing myself into the fire im starting if this is a fire at all- (also I'm not completely judging i just was curious on how other people view this)

isn't tate 17? (i know some of you are minors but not ALL of you so im interested on how everyone feels about writing / reading smut for him despite his age)

i just find it interesting there's so much smut about him yet there's such a hard line against doing nbd1!max cooperman when he's like 16-17 himself (not that i would write about him just like the difference in treatment makes me 🤔)

also the amount of smut fics about franken!kyle where he acts very child like kinda uh... makes me feel a bit iffy- do you guys not feel a bit iffy?

ANYWAYSSSS I JUST WANTED TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE THINK / HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT b/c it's a thought i've had recently and idk!!!

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here and this is part fourteen! Yes I messed it up this morning yes I had to wait all day to correct it it's all goooood

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Bart is a good egg who is having a Bad Time waiting for his friend :(

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up with a gasp.

He���s—where is he? Everything hurts. He can barely think. Danny groans, long and loud, and lifts up an aching hand to his temple.

His fingers come away green. Aw, fuck. What happened to him? What’s going on? Why is his hand…blurry? Is he concussed? Is something wrong with his eyes, or with his head??

(He hopes it’s not his head. It’s waaay easier to heal from one than the other.)

Danny tries to sit up, and— NOPE. Ow. Bad idea. Suuuuuch a bad idea. His arms and hands and his neck and his back are screaming at him, now that he’s awake enough to pay attention. Ughhhhhhhhhhh.

He lays back down. His eyes don’t—well, they don’t shut all the way, which part of his brain labels as very bad, actually, but the world does turn darker and greener as he tries to shut his eyes, and that’s close enough to closing his eyes that Danny can mostly zone out past the pain.

He licks his sore lips. They taste like copper. And battery acid. …And Pixie Sticks.

Ugh, ecto-blood. His own, he assumes.

Everything is blurry and everything kind of hurts and he doesn’t know how he got here or what’s going on. Danny tries to roll over, tries to get more comfortable, but something starts dragging on the inside of his arm, which means intravenous lines.

Ugggghhhh. He hopes it’s got pain meds at least.

Awake him can deal with this later. Danny zones out, his labored breathing evens.

He’s asleep before he knows it.

*

Danny wakes up next to quiet murmuring, and to weird sensation of something moving in his arm.

He yawns—and his jaw cracks apart farther than usual, with more clicking noises than his jaw usually makes. Weird. His arms come up, his eyes unblur…

The tugging sensation doesn’t go away. Danny sniffs blearily. Blinks.

Two white-coated humans(…?) in PPE pause at his bedside, a half-dissembled IV shared between them.

Danny stops breathing. He can’t—is he—

His eyes go to the ceiling. The floor. He doesn’t recognize the room he’s in. He doesn’t understand. Is this the Guys in White again? Is he— Did he never leave? Is he trapped? Danny doesn’t—he can’t—

—One of the white coats starts making worried noises, which. Danny’s never heard that before. It’s usually threats. They raise both their arms, and Danny flinches back—

…And so do they. Huh. Hm. Are the Guys hiring scaredy cats now? That would be a change of pace, if they were as scared of Danny as Danny is of them.

The second person clicks the new IV bag into place. Danny stops focusing on number one and starts focusing on number two.

They don’t make any overt tells either. The IV line is already in him, and the bag is… Well. It’s not red and Danny’s not in any pain, and it’s not green either. It’s just. Kinda opaque? Milky? The person doesn’t start cackling evilly or telling Danny how screwed he is, either. They both just sort of…tidy up?

The first one doesn’t get closer, either, but Danny can mostly tell that they’re scanning him visually. Their attention goes from his face, to Danny’s visible arm, to the puncture point in his elbow for the IV needle.

Danny also eyes his IV point. Well. It looks like a needle. Doesn’t hurt all that much.

Someone says something he doesn’t catch. But the tone isn’t…mean, or anything. If anything, it sounds quiet, and low, like they’re trying to keep him calm.

Danny doesn’t understand.

He moves as far out of the way of them as possible. It only has the effect of a few inches and it's so painfully slow. If that. He— he remembers. He’s supposed to be scared of— something. No, he knows it—

The labs. He’s supposed to be scared of the labs. The smell is rank there and there’s always screaming and Danny had been hurt there; really, really hurt.

He’s still hurt. He’s still in a lab. In a room. In some sort of too-small prison, and now his barely-sewn together lungs are trying too hard to keep air in his body and it’s not working, and—

Danny barely pays attention when the first doctor leaves. He sees the other back into the door and reach for the phone line, and he can’t stop breathing and he can’t calm down because that means that they’re calling for help and they’re going to hurt him all over again. Tie him down. Cut him open. Shock him, until he can’t breathe without screaming—

Someone new comes in. They look— rushed. Danny can see her actively tying up long black hair, threading a mask up over her face, pulling on one of those paper shifts the doctors wear. The only difference is that she doesn’t put boot covers on.

She has big, bright boots that go all the way up her legs. With his green vision, they look kind of…greyish? (Maybe they’re pink..?)

Either way. They look…ridiculous. Danny doesn’t exactly forget to be scared, but also…what the fuck.

The woman sees that Danny can see her. She waves.

Danny presses back against his— cot. Bed.

That doesn’t stop her. She pulls latex gloves from out of the paper slip she’s wearing and snaps them on, revealing a thin layer of something shiny underneath her elastic-bound sleeves. Once that’s on, she does a visible body checkup of herself: boots, gown, gloves, mask, hair.

…No hair net, though. Or goggles. The Docs in White always wanted to be fully covered when they saw their victims. Being able to see her eyes is a lot…friendlier.

She figures herself out. Straightens. Gives a double thumbs up.

…Danny's eyes roam around. There’s no one nearby. There's only a wall behind him. Is she looking at…him? Is that directed to him?

She doesn’t move immediately— and once she’s in, the second doctor leaves the room entirely.

…The new person takes over. She goes from monitor to monitor, getting closer, but with none of the focus on Danny, per se. She reads his stats, verbalizes them out loud, which, doesn’t sound like…English? But enough to confuse him? It’s kind of like trying to discern Esperanto when he's not thinking about how it's not English.

Ancients. The pounding in his head is getting worse. Maybe Danny has a concussion or something.

The woman doesn’t…get. Him. In fact, he seems to be the least interesting thing in the room to her. Her time is spent on reading the charts and the machines waiting around him, putting something into a…fridge? A Cabinet? In the corner of his room? And otherwise, she leaves him alone.

Until. She does get up and look at him, and all of Danny tenses up painfully. He can’t move. Something’s holding down his legs, his body’s stiff, and all of him is so tired that he genuinely can’t tell if his waist is tied down or if he’s just that exhausted.

He can hear his heart rate monitor kick up. He can’t move, not really. He tries to go intangible but his core just throbs with misery, and—

She mostly just pats his sheets. Not his person, even. Apparently the torture is being held off for now. “Eow eart wel?”

…Danny squints. That is almost English.

“Eom hebbjan yift,” she adds, leadingly, as if Danny is a friend she can tease and not a subject under threat of the knife. He doesn't like it. It hurts. Nothing is real and everyone hates him and all he wants to do is leave but his body is rejecting him and—

Something light and plastic thumps down onto the bed.

Danny blinks. He looks—down. (His neck makes him regret that.)

Is that a…is that a space shuttle? No, ‘cause Danny thinks he recognizes it. It’s Discovery? Isn’t it? That’s the one they just retired. He tries to grab it, but— ouch, oof, his fingers can’t even stretch, bad idea—

The woman gently guides the shuttle into his hand. It doesn’t even hurt. And.

It’s cold to the touch. The model is plastic, it shouldn’t be so cold, but the sensation is distinctly cool and kind of familiar.

…Oh. Danny struggles to flex his fingers around the thing.

It’s him.

Or. Well. The shuttle is his. It has his ectoplasm imbued all throughout it. He can even sort of feel the sensation of carefulplayingcareful he’d have felt while near it. The feeling is weak, and timid, but it’s still there.

So. Then. When did he get it? And…why? Why was it allowed to him? How did he get it?

Is this how they’re feeding him now? Instead of showering him with poorly filtered ectoplasm every time he gets rowdy, are they actually trying to feed his Obsession? For real?? That’s—that’s brand new behavior from the—

Danny blinks. Wait. That’s not it either. Because there’s an IV in him. So…they know he’s getting human food.

So. Uh.

Hm.

Danny doesn’t want to get his hopes up. But this…might not be the Guys in White.

Of course, they might not be better than the GIW either; it’s a total possibility that Danny’s getting suckered into some scheme where every gentle permission and soft voice is a debt he owes…some new reason to take…

His eyelids twitch as they try to shut. He’s so tired. Fear kept him mobile, but now…everything is so heavy.

The lady carefully shushes him, ever so gently. She pulls up his blanket for him. Pats it down.

Danny shivers. He’s so, so scared.

“Ræste þiht,” the woman whispers. The words sound fond. Danny’s so scared, but he’s so tired. His heart is beating so fast. “An freond becymþ hraðe.”

It’s reassuring.

Danny doesn’t want it to be.

He falls asleep the way the desperate do—clawing at the last traces of wakefulness, only to have his consciousness ripped from him.

[uwudonoodle]

Writeblr: "NoNoWriMo are sell outs. Let's cancel them!"

Me, who is brand new to writing, thinking it was just an activity people chose to do, much like making a New Year's Resolution: "It's an organization...? With like money and stuff???"

[markantonys]

the main difference between WOT and ROP fandoms is that if you tell WOT fans you're a show-only and don't know anything about the source material, they will go to extreme lengths to protect you from even the most inconsequential of spoilers such as a joke mat told on page 157 of book 1 which will never be relevant to the show in any capacity, whereas if you tell ROP fans you're a show-only and don't know anything about the source material, they will take the opportunity to give you a full-spoiler education on the history of middle earth whether you asked for it or not.

[movielosophy]

The First Shot | Lao Xiong, you're interrupting Yao Yao's work.

[eff-plays]

"People criticising Veilguard makes me feel stupid for enjoying it! 😔"

Skill issue.

[lazy--lillies]

This song is so Percy coded and it's driving me insane

(if anyone was wondering it's Sorry for Me by Ricky Montgomery)

[canisbeanz]

Bad and Naughty Scientists get turned into horses. Cutiemark design partially yoinked from @mintleflower bc I'm absolutely terrible at designing them myself.

Nakey mode ˅

[lenievi]

Just something short I wrote for "I can’t believe you were that stupid" Saturday prompt over at 30+ fanfic discord.

Might potentially take place in the same 'verse as this and this snippet. Just weeks later and after Cosette gets married.

warning: mentioned canon Valjean's self-harm. first draft.

Jean Valjean/Javert

It's kind of (my idea of) fluffy – for the two of them.

---

Valjean rolled up his sleeves. Before he could take the sickle, Javert caught his elbow in a firm but gentle grip.

“I can’t believe you were that stupid,” Javert said, carefully tracing the burn scar on Valjean’s forearm with his fingers.

It had been a week since Javert learnt about its origin, but except for a few furtive looks at Valjean’s forearm, he hadn’t mentioned it again. Valjean would prefer if he'd forgotten. The notion of Javert caring—caring about him and his well-being—was still strange. Strange and yet… not entirely unpleasant.

Valjean shrugged. “What does one more scar matter?”

Javert dug his fingers into Valjean’s flesh and raised his head, his other hand falling. His throat worked. Valjean could see that there were things Javert wanted to say, but he seemed to swallow them and stayed silent.

Valjean sighed. “I told you they had been threatening Cosette. I couldn’t have them bother us again.”

“I know.” Javert’s grip softened; his thumb caressed—for there was no other word than that—the skin around the tender scar, sending shivers down Valjean’s spine, and as he had done for weeks, Valjean ignored the sensation.

“I knew I could handle it,” he said instead. Even after twelve years, he could still remember the searing pain caused by the stolen coin he had taken from the fireplace in his house in Montreuil and clutched hard in his palm. That one, he’d deserved; the other one, he’d done for Cosette. He’d never regret it, for she had cared for him when he’d returned home. Washed his wound, sat with him, loved him. He would treasure that memory forever now when she was married and not by his side anymore.

“It was still foolish of you,” Javert said, letting his hand fall.

An odd sense of disappointment washed over Valjean at the loss of Javert’s touch, and he quickly grabbed the sickle. The garden had been overgrown and needed a lot of work.

But he didn’t move.

When Javert had looked at him with eyes that seemed to try to penetrate his mind and read his thoughts in Montreuil, Valjean hadn’t been able to break their eye contact for fear of looking weak and guilty. Now, he didn’t want to look away and instead, it was Javert who often couldn’t maintain the contact for long.

Javert ran his fingers over the workbench and removed some of the soil that had been forgotten. “Yet, you continue to astonish me. You’ve always done things that haven't benefited or harmed you. Even—” Javert stopped himself. “No matter.”

Despite the time that had passed, it was still bizarre hearing Javert, who had never stopped to consider someone else’s reasons or circumstances in the past, who had only assumed that everything Valjean did had been to gain something, speak like that.

“I only did what I had to do. You must know what it feels like now; you let me go.”

Javert frowned. “That was different.”

“Was it?” Valjean remembered Javert’s shaking shoulders and sobs as he clutched the fireplace mantel in the drawing room on rue de l’Homme-Armé. He remembered what had come after, Javert’s despair and desperation as he clung to Valjean in a strange imitation of an embrace.

“Yes,” Javert said, and he sounded almost sure. “I didn’t let you go.”

No, he didn’t. That Javert was here in Digne with him, was proof enough. “No, you didn’t,” Valjean agreed and nodded at the wall above the workbench. “Take the other sickle and let me teach you how to use it. If you are to stay, you can be useful.”

[goldstargloww]

just- okay. i've only had time to watch martyn's 3rd secret life session so far and i wanna just talk about the stuff i've noticed

scott having to get three people to say "love you" back after jimmy not doing so in limited life. and then jimmy and martyn, scott's two canonical partners failing to do so this time around

property police and task force,, martyn + jimmy have a tendency for this kinda thing hmmm

martyn showing up in his pirates skin by accident is very funny to me (for context he was doing a pirates lore stream and had to rush off to record secret life)

i noticed that martyn immediately preferred a sword over and axe and although it's a common sentiment my brain still is like hey thats the red winter trauma right

martyn is somehow now a cat and a dog. this makes him a kittydog.

[jojosquires]

Here it is...the moment you might have been waiting for!

In today's episode, Tim has a lot of feelings, I use a lot of ellipses, Alfred says...so many words, and Tim gets a hug.

Please read responsibly. Not because of any triggers or anything. Just because dumb people think that reading books is dangerous and I want to mock them. Not that they're entirely wrong. Reading is VERY dangerous. It can kill stupidity! And ignorance! And sometimes even hate!

So, yeah, be a positive member of society!