#its straight up nasty

[coochiekrab]

does kuri shed a lot? is there just cat hair in or on everything she comes into contact with

everyone sheds in the furryverse its a big problem. their sinks and showers are always clogged and their beds look like shit. no one can wear black clothes

[gingerswagfreckles]

Hey just FYI if you make fun of the very idea of women bonding with each other or allying with one another politically you are not a Woke Leftist you're just your garden variety misogynist. I don't care if you add that you think women who talk about comradery were "bullies in middle school" you are literally just saying words and being sexist and you sound like Joe Rogan.

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

anon because im on the wrong blog rn but i wanted to say i really enjoyed your witness analysis post. i havent really seen many comparisons about the colonisation aspect of what the witness does (though to be fair, im not really in touch with fandom). so it was nice to these themes touched on especially so eloquently !

Greetings anon!!!

Thank you so much for the kind message!! I deeply appreciate your words as the Witness is a character that is extremely close to me, quite literally being one of my favorite characters in media ever and someone who revolves in my head like a rotisserie chicken 24/7!!!

I truly believe that if you don’t see the content you desire in the world, you should go out and make it, so when I didn’t see mountains of the most bitter vitriol towards the Witness, I knew I had a job to do!

I’ve been left to pick up the pieces of the Witness’ long legacy of reducing my people and culture to what is “palatable and profitable”, my family has a prophecy (a destiny if you will) that I will form my own Witness in this life to enact an ideology and force that idea on me, I was once a precursor who raged against a silent god by abandoning my self, I’ve met many disciples of the Witness in my life and many more victims of it. This character has been so firmly tied to my life that I just had to share my perspective with the world in an attempt to make people understand just how important the lessons we can learn from it are!! I could talk about the Witness for eons!!!

There has been a lot of Witness works ( fanfiction, memes, art work, etc.) produced and a lot of it has been absolutely phenomenal work!! They are all clearly created by people who have a deep affection for the character that clearly shows in their fantastic pieces and I truly love that, but a lot of what I saw left me feeling restless because none of it (from what I’ve seen) truly tapped into the absolute nightmarish nature of what this entity has brought down on civilizations. I really wanted to bring in another voice on this character because I couldn’t be moved so deeply by its defeat and sit still on it!!

Again, if no one is making the content you would like to see, make it! That’s actually the biggest reason why I started making posts for this blog, I wanted to help others see that there is much more to talk about when it comes to the Witness than its philosophical views on reality and it’s big eyes (as well as not keeping my trillions of thoughts in my head).

To me, characters as awful as it should always have their victims struggles voiced first and foremost and the Witness is much bigger than itself for it has forced its necrotizing fingers into the lives of everyone in the Destiny universe.

The story and focus will never be on the Witness for me, it will always be on its victims and their recovery.

I think about how I struggle to find traditional names for my heritage because everyone has a name from the beliefs of our imperialists instead of the victims they forced to be remembered as necessary casualties on a path to “civilization and salvation” and I am putting the Witness through a million glass tables.

I think about how all I know of my relatives who were born not that long ago was that they were only allowed to be “field workers and strong believers “ and here comes a massive anvil over its head.

Speaking on this matter, I am still working on a small thought dump on how Rhulk is a prime example of someone who sheds their cultural and personal ties to go from victim to perpetrator and it’s been hard!!

In all honesty, it has really taken an emotional and mental toll on me for how deep it cuts and how much of it reminds me of all that could of have been in the lives of so many if they weren’t groomed into believing that the only way to get justice for their lives (lives affected by the conditions the ideological groomers use to be opportunistic) is to take on a position where they are a subjugator, not the subjugated.

It’s very painful to write about and Rhulk as a character makes the very core of my being ache as every time I read Shattered Suns, I have to sit back and clench my fists at the invasive, predatory behavior the Witness displays towards Lubraens. Those same words it coerces Rhulk with are the same ones that resulted in hollow people in my life who were prideful in turning their backs on their cultural ways and community if it meant gaining the security and sense of righteousness the oppressors offered. The Witness preyed on Rhulk and turned him into something truly awful, something I see so often that I cannot stand by and not say anything on it.

I wish to see Rhulk content that does not focus on him just being a devoted disciple of the Witness or some super strong villain who’s cool, I really want to see more content touching on what happened to make him fall so far into the Witness’ clutches and views him as the victim he is! I want to make content that shows how REPUGNANT their relationship is and how Rhulk is an example of the need to provide preventative community and understanding to those vulnerable to ideological grooming, especially in our modern era where harmful beliefs are ever present and looking to find people to sustain them!

This is getting very long, but in essence, thank you! Thank you so much anon for your words!!

I truly believe in the importance of POC voices, especially black voices, in fandom spaces as we have been left out of a lot of discussions that have heavy implicit (and explicit) ties to race and culture when it comes to sci-fi and fantasy settings! We get strength from community and understanding, it is how we can better make fandom spaces comfortable for all!! By giving my views on the Witness and its ills, I wish to help the Destiny fandom understand some of the ties it has to real life issues and hope that it helps people be more conscious of the teachings in media they invest in!

It was so nice to see people contribute to my Witness post with their own connections or point out connections other people have made like with evangelicalism and Polish fascism. I’m very glad many people can unite on the fact that the Witness is abominable and that we can face irl Witnesses by defeating ignorance hand in hand!! My understanding and beliefs are always evolving with new information and I’m always happy to grow alongside others!

Just remember guys, make the content you want to see in life and if you are a POC, voicing your discomfort or offering your perspective on matters discussed in sci-fi and fantasy settings is essential to getting proper representation in media that is done with nuance and respect as well as help both audiences and writers craft better narratives!!!

And trust me, the Witness (especially the behaviors it displays towards Rhulk and it’s other victims) makes me deeply, deeply,

deeply

deeply

Uncomfortable.

I will never forgive the Witness for all it has done and I never want to see it pleased with its work EVER. The only redeeming I want to hear about the Witness is how it can redeem this coupon for my fist in its face, free of charge, guaranteed by me, filled with the force of all my relatives who did not live long enough to see that they could have always mattered in this world.

[chaotic-average-child]

getting back on my drawing slowly but surely ^^ here's an aleena

[amygdalae]

Drink this disgusting shit if you've ever wanted to sup and/or quaff the liquified souls of a thousand ring pops

[idiolex]

any time lucius accidentally thinks something even halfway nice abt izzy he has to immediately insult him like 10 times in a row in his head to make up for it send post

[pinacoladamatata]

ngl all the nice tags and messages got me feeling a little like "never thought I'd die drawing smut for solavellan"

"how about for an old friend?"

"aye. I could do that."

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

6/10 Coda "Rex" Morelli

tw for blood, abusive dynamic and for the victim being okay with being victimized

Coda wasn’t entirely sure what he had done, but Graves was pissed.

It’d been a few weeks since he woke up in his bed after falling asleep in his office, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like gunsmoke and cologne, and Graves had been…tense. He was being hard on them again, back at square one it would seem, like before he cut their arm. The wound had healed, but it would seem the emotional damage had not for either of them.

They sat dazed on the ground, nursing a forming bruise on their forearm from the ever-tight grip of the comrades, as he watched in annoyance.

“Get up, go again. You need to be able to outrun any of them.” Graves barked, his gaze shifting from Coda to the pack of Shadows that were training with them. They were just running laps, but they were trying to outrun them — if they caught up to them, it was another lap they had to do later that evening. The larger men, with longer stride lengths, set a brutal pace that Coda just couldn’t keep up with, even if they tried. They were faster, stronger, and harder to evade.

“I fucking can’t, Graves, Christ.” Coda huffed, clambering back up to their feet to approach him. They had grown…fiery. Their personality was trying to come out after being suppressed, and that resulted in their spitfire attitude regularly getting them in trouble. They walked up to him and tried to make themselves look bigger, but being five foot four doesn’t really lend itself to that. “I can’t outrun them, I can’t.”

“You act like you have a choice.” Graves replied smugly, leaning down to his level, his expression that of a sly fox. It was annoying in every sense of the word, the way he seemed to hold himself in such high regard.

“I’m not doing this anymore.” Coda went to walk away from him, which was a first. Given that he kept them so close, they had gotten used to staying close, and never really put much distance in between them. That didn’t last very long, as he grabbed them by the strap on the back of their vest, yanking them right back. “Hey!”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere.” He whispered to them, his voice sending shivers up their spine that made their entire body shudder. They struggled, but there was no use. “You already tried to run once, darlin’, an’ you couldn’t even do it then.”

Fuck.

He knew.

“No — no I didn’t.” Coda protested, a whimper escaping as they pulled against the restraint. “Let me go!”

“Mmhmm…I know you did, sweetheart. You really think I just…walked away without thinkin’? I knew you were gonna try and run, Coda, what do you take me for?” Graves' voice was low and condescending, tone gravelly and thick with the power he held over them. He was very quickly reminded Graves was not the kind man they had thought he was for a moment. He was a bastard, he was in charge, he knew he had a strong hold on their psyche and he wasn’t letting go. “Now, you go out there an’ you run circles aroun’ them boys, or I’ll put you back in the medbay.”

Was that a fucking threat?

His body instinctively jerked against the restraints but he had let go, and he watched Coda fall to the ground. They didn’t waste a second scrambling back to their feet and bolting out in front of the group of Shadows. They took note of their presence and like a pack of wild dogs they picked up the pace, whistling and catcalling after him as he hauled off, stumbling through every meter he ran.

Everything in Coda told them to stop, to let him win, to give up before their body gave out, but they didn’t.

They ran as fast as their legs would carry them, eventually pushing themselves hard enough to lap them. Once they were certain they had caught up with the pack their body gave out from under them, collapsing to the tarmac with a thud. Their knees were scraped up on impact, palms skinned from catching themself, elbows busted; but they did it. By the skin of their teeth, they did it.

Their blood painted the tar immediately, red stains littering the worn gray material, and they felt incredibly dizzy. Running that hard, that fast…it was a bit much, admittedly.

Much to their surprise when he looked up, Graves stood in front of him with a hand extended outwards again. Like he was some savior, some saint for helping him.

“That’s my boy…c’mon, get up.”

“You just — you’re a prick.” Coda refused his hand, crawling up to standing again, wiping their bloody handprints off on their shorts, sighing at the scraped skin. “You threaten me and then praise me and I-I can’t — I can’t.”

“I thought we established that you don’t have a choice, darlin’.”

“And I thought we agreed that you callin’ me that shit is so misplaced.” They snapped back at him, earning nothing more than a smirk in reply.

“You’re gonna do what I ask of you either way, so what does it matter? I could just be mean, if you’d like.”

“Is that supposed to imply that you’re not being mean now?”

“Oh, no, I am. I’m an asshole, sweethear’, never claimed to not be. I’m sayin’ I could cut out callin’ you a good boy an’ praisin’ every time you actually apply yourself, if that’s what you want.”

“I want to just — I want to be alone.” Coda felt their chest pounding with anxiety, wanting to walk away but knowing it would end in being grabbed up by the vest-strap again. They wanted to cry, truthfully, but that too would end in horror. He would see it as weakness and remember this the first time they actually cried in front of him, probably mark it on his damn calendar.

“Why? There somethin’ you wanna hide?” Graves asked them in a rhetorical manner, well aware of the tears brimming in their hazy green eyes. He reached out, his hand resting on their jaw, thumb gently swiping over their cheek. Were they already crying and just hadn’t noticed it?

“No.”

“No, who?”

“No, you motherfucker, just — fuck off.” Coda’s voice came out as more of a whimper than anything as they went to pull back, but his hold was strong. They felt it then, the tears running down their cheeks. Graves didn’t look at all fazed by it, maybe even a little bit satisfied as he wiped them away.

“Took you long enough.”

“I’m — I’m not...L-Leave me alone.” They reached up to push his hand away, but it would seem the touch of fingertips on his forearm stopped them both dead in their movements. Instead of moving him, their hand just lingered there, leaving a few bloody smudges from being scraped.

“I mean it. I expected you to crack months ago.”

“You made the mistake of underestimating me.”

“I’ll never make that mistake again.” Graves replied softly, watching as they stopped crying, and he retracted his hand. They didn’t look scared of him so much as they just looked exhausted, which was understandable. They’d just outran a bunch of men double their size, easily, it would be an ordeal for anyone to endure. “I only push you so hard ‘cause I don’t wanna see you break in the field.”

“Why the hell do you care what happens to me out there? One less problem for you to put up with if I’m in the dirt.”

“I wanted you here, didn’t I? Wouldn’t it be incredibly counterproductive to just letcha get yourself killed?”

“I guess but —“

“No buts. Now, do I have to worry about you takin’ off if I letcha go?”

“No.” Coda was shocked by their own words as they left their mouth, even shaking their own head without even thinking about it. “No, m’not gonna try again.”

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean…what’s out there for me? Rent? Car payments? A family that’s always disappointed in me?” They were honest, which he didn’t expect — he’d assumed they’d give some generic answer that they just didn’t want to leave, or try to convince him they liked it here for some reason. Maybe a distraction so he’d believe they wouldn’t run off and then do it anyways, but he never expected pure honesty. “There’s nothin’ back there for me, I-I know that now. I…I’m better off doin’ somethin’ that matters with my life — I can do good here.”

He’d really gotten to them that easily? Just a short six months of pushing them to the limit and past it on occasion, and they were sure that they could do good here at Shadow. He wasn’t sure if he was proud or genuinely concerned for the man, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was seeing if they actually meant it, and would give this their all.

“Good to hear, Coda. M’glad we see eye to eye on that.”

“Can…can I go, then?”

“Go where?”

“I…don’t know.” They truthfully hadn’t spent any time alone on base, and hadn’t a clue what they would do with the time if it was available to them.

“Well, it’s up to you now, isn’t it?” So he was letting them go off on his own. They cracked a smile, a strange sight to Graves considering he hadn’t seen it since he gave them a Shadow Company uniform. That, and they were all scraped up and exhausted, so the smile was misplaced.

Most things shared between them felt out of line, though.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, who?” Graves asked in a teasing tone, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Thank you, Graves.” They said as they turned and walked away from him, careful at first in case he went to tug on her vest, but happily trodding along back inside the base after they were comfortable.

“It’s Commander.” He called out, earning a little laugh from the dark haired man who had just been crying in front of him. Yeah, something was definitely wrong with him, but he liked it.

Somehow, the fact that he liked Coda terrified him more than their resilience. They would be the death of him, surely.

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I LIEDDDDD ANOTHER PART BECAUSE WORK WAS SO DEAD I HAD TIME TO FORMAT IT!!! bye

tagzz <3 @simonrriley (this is the fourth today im SORRY)

[fauxnotice]

seeing writers use ai art for their covers does annoy me a bit (im a liar, it annoys me more than that)

[mo-ok]

🎉 Toku x Birthdays 🎉

Day 4 - Chinese Zodiac

🐂 Ox ~ Kuro Kishi Hyuuga 🐂

[thenarrativefoil]

GUESS WHAT BITCHES I LOVE MY APARTMENT

[everypanelofkatsuki]

Chapter 360 - Despite It All…

[poisonousquinzel]

if i had a nickel for every time i've seen Marvel cast white people to play canonically Romani characters it seems like i'd have a lot of fucking nickels

[gulliesforever]

janda has ruined my perception of “nasty” and “codependent” ships because whatever they have going on has got to be at least 3.5 times worse than anything in modern television and cinema.

nasty? the shitting. the pissing. the vomiting. the absolute level of violence and sexual acts. the stench. the crassness and tactlessness of how they speak to everyone. there is no redeeming motives or qualities about them, and that’s absolutely on purpose. in fact, the whole point is that you SHOULDN’T sympathize with them.

codependent? a lot of ships have the “they are both failguys” aura and the “bestie x reluctant bestie who are attached like leeches” aura… but they very rarely have the raw mutual codependency. yknow, the type of obsession where either of their entire egos hinge upon being liked by this one Very Special Guy that Sat Next To Me One Day and Attached Onto Me, lest the whole word fall apart at the seams and I attempt self sabotage effective immediately.

it’s literally so insane, man. what the hell.

[siriuslygay1981]

Sirius- Edibles are so fucking gross

James-Or you just aren't man enough *starts flexing*

Sirius-No, you're just good with eating nasty shit, I've seen you eat burnt rice.

James-Yea probably *shrugs* but it tastes fine to me

Sirius-You have no taste so your opinion isn't valid right now.

[tiredfoxtf]

I'm gonna be completely honest hermit fans so often are fucking brutal, totally ruthless and rude as fuck to their own content creators. That's just so nasty.