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stephaniebrownslover · 8 months ago

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My Immortal(Worst Fanfic Ever) From Toby's POV//Chapters 2-11

Bro.

Bro. Ready for second wave of cringe fight @skullcfusher because it's all your fault.

Guys check his attack, it's very nice too.

And everyone say thanks to his awesome, full colored fanart

(I'm posting this here but I can remove ıf it's not okay)

Also I have an ask I want to answer but this cringe fight is occupied my brain and I'm sorry for that lovely person.

I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH

TW: self harm, smut, toby x jeff, offensive descriptions for actual satanist people, clockwork x jeff, some gross stuff at chapter 11, mentioned suicide attempt,

IT TURNED INTO A TOBY X JEFF AND PAST JEFF X CLOCKWORK GUYS I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO I HAVEN'T PASSED SECOND CHAPTER AND I DIDN'T KNOW THE SHIP I'M SO SORRY

CHAT SHOULD I DO OTHER 3 PARTS OR NOT?????

Chapter 2

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my short emo hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Kate (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her messy and untidy dark black hair with pink streaks and opened her chocolate-brown eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Jeff Da Griller yesterday!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

"Do you like Jeff?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Jeff walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well.... do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

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Chapter 3

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I chew of my fingers. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale gray anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Jeff was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

"Hi Jeff!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Toby." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

'"You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life." sang Joel '(I don't own da lyrics 2 dat song).

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Jeff, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Jeff looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" asked Jeff sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little a." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Jeff. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Jeff and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Jeff didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into........................... the Forbidden Forest!

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Chapter 4

AN: I sed stup flaming ok toby's name is TBOY nut marty syu OK! JEFF IS SOO IN LUV wif him dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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"JEFF!" I shouted. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Jeff didn't answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

"What the fucking hell?" I asked angrily.

"Toby?" he asked.

"What?" I snapped.

Jeff leaned in extra-close and I looked into his krill-ish red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn't feel mad anymore.

And then............... suddenly just as I Jeff kissed me passionately. Jeff climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! " I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale gray body became all warm. And then....

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

It was............................................................. Slenderfuckingbitch!

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Chapter 5

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Slenderman swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Slenderfuckingbitch made and Jeff and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

"You ludacris fools!" he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Jeff comforted me. When we went back to the castle Slenderfuckingbitch took us to Professor Maskussy and Professor Hoodieddude who were both looking very angry.

"They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!" he yelled in a furious voice.

"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?" asked Professor Hoodieddude.

"How dare you?" demanded Professor Maskussy.

And then Jeff shrieked. "BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!"

Everyone was quiet. Slenderfuckingbitch and Professor Hoodieddude still looked mad but Professor Maskussy said. "Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms."

Jeff and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

"Are you okay, Toby?" Jeff asked me gently.

"Yeah I guess." I lied. I went to the girl's dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out....

Jeff was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing 'I just wanna live' by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn't supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

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Chapter 6

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

"Bastard!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic girl with spiky brown hair with red streaks in it. She was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down her face and she was wearing black lipstick. She didn't have glasses anymore and now she was wearing red contact lenses just like Jeff's and there was no scar on her forhead anymore. She had a womanly stubble on her chin. She had a sexy English accent. She looked exactly like emo Tinker Bell. She was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw her kind of like an erection only I'm a boy so I didn't get one you sicko.

"I'm so sorry." she said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Glocky DA Work, although most people call me Vampire these days." she grumbled.

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because I love the taste of human blood." she giggled.

"Well, I am a vampire." I confessed.

"Really?" she whimpered.

"Yeah." I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Jeff came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

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Chapter 7, Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Tony isn't a Marty Stu ok he isn't perfect HES A SATANITS! n he has problemz hes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Jeff and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Martu Stu 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in her depressed eyes. I guess she was jealous of me that I was going out with Jeff. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Jeff. We went into his room and locked the door. Then............

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy's thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

"Oh Jeff, Jeff!" I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Jeff's arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words............ Vampire!

I was so angry.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

"No! No! But you don't understand!" Jeff pleaded. But I knew too much.

"No, you fucking idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!"

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Jeff ran out even though he was naked. He had a really small you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire's classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Maskussy and some other people.

"VAMPIRE da WORK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled.

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Chapter 8

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Jeff came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

"Toby, it's not what you think!" Jeff screamed sadly.

My friend Nina Makes My Killer Obsessed smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length emo black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Jane was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Bro and not Hoe. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

"What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!" Maskussy demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

"Vampire, I can't believe you cheated on me with Jeff!" I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don't know why Toby was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I'm bi and so is Toby) for a while but then she broke my heart. She dumped me because she liked Korra, a stupid preppy ATLA rip-off fucker. We were just good friends now. She had gone through horrible problems, and now she was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

"But I'm not going out with Jeff anymore!" said Vampire.

"Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!" I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Jeff and then I started to bust into tears.

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Chapter 9

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if Slenderfuckingbitch swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson slendy dosent lik Glocky now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn't believe Jeff for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Jeff.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no bitches and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn't have a single bitch (basically like Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe in the font) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn't gothic. It was...... Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe!

"No!" I shouted in a scared voice but then Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe shouted "Imperius!" and I couldn't run away.

"Crookshanks!" I shouted at him. Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I'm a sadist so I stopped.

"Toby." he yelled. "Thou must kill Vampire Glocky!"

I thought about Vampire and her sexah eyes and her gothic brown hair and how her face looks just like Emo Tinker Bell. I remembered that Jeff had said I didn't understand, so I thought, what if Jeff went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

"No, Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe!" I shouted back.

Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe gave me a gun. "No! Please!" I begged.

"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Jeff!"

"How did you know?" I asked in a surprised way.

Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. "I hath telekinesis." he answered cruelly. "And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Jeff!" he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn't know what to do. Suddenly Jeff came into the woods.

"Jeff!" I said. "Hi!"

"Hi." he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No." he answered.

"I'm sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me." I expelled.

"That's okay." he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

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Chapter 10

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b'loody mary isn't a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Zlabitchmutherfuckerhoe all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B'loody Mary, Vampire, Jeff, Benny boy (although we call him El Diablo now. He has yellow hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Trendermwah. Only today Jeff and Vampire were depressed so they weren't coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Jeff was probably Jeff The Kissing his wrists (he wouldn't die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there's no way I'm writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my man boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I'm a man slut but I'm really not.

We were singing a cover of 'Helena' and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

"Toby! Are you OK?" B'loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

"What the fuck do you think?" I asked angrily. And then I said. "Well, Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Glocky! But I don't want to kill her, because, she's really nice, even if she did go out with Jeff. But if I don't kill Glocky, then Zalbitchmutherfuckerhoe, will fucking kill Jeff!" I burst into tears.

Suddenly Jeff jumped out from behind a wall.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me!" he shouted. "How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!" (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Jeff started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Slenderfuckingbitch walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn't cause he had a headache.

"What have you done!" He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) "Toby Jeff has been found in his room. He committed suicide by Jeff The Krilling his cheeks."

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Chapter 11

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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"NO!" I screamed. I was horrorfied! B'loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Slenderfuckingbitch chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I chewed both of my hands. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit proxy ritual. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn't fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed... Mask was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Jackielyn was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

"EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!" I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

"Abra Kedavra!" she yelled at Maskussy and Jackielyn pointing her womb. I took my gun and shot Maskussy and Jackielyn a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Slendyfuckingbitch ran in. "Toby, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted looking at Maskussy and Jackielyn and then he waved his wand and suddenly...

Trendermwah ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

"What do you know, Trendermwah? You're just a little Hogwarts student!"

"I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT...." Trendermwah paused angrily. "BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!"

"This cannot be." Mask said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Slendyfuckingbitch's wand had shot him. "There must be other factors."

"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!" I yelled in madly.

Jackielyn held up the camera triumelephantly. "The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!"

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

"Why are you doing this?" Jackielyn said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

"BECAUSE...BECAUSE...." Trendermwah said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

"Because you're goffic?" Mask asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

"Because I LOVE HIM!"

I'M CONFUSED AS HELL

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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Just got a comment on a fanfic of mine from 10 years ago about me "endorsing" Marilyn Manson aka one villain has one Marilyn Manson song on a playlist he listens to. Yeah, that totally means I support sexual abuse, domestic abuse, etc. Can't possibly mean that I wrote the edgelord villain listening to edgelord music as a quick joke years before the most serious allegations came out about him. /s

Antis are so broken. I really hope they find healing someday.

I liked that band when they were a band and I was an edgy 13-year-old. This commenter is an idiot who understands nothing about culture.

Also, I had no idea allegations had come out, but I'm completely unsurprised.

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xxbl00ds0akeds3raxx · 1 year ago

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Hello Fifi :3!! Do you write fanfics? If so, do you have any tips and tricks to write good ones? Also!! I fucking love my immortal so much <3 if you could wear any outfit Ebony wore, which one would it be?

HAIII!!! :D I DO WRITE FANFICZ !! Umm my advice iz 2 have fun w/ it!!! ppl r stupid online & might say that umm it sux or watever but as long as u R making sumthin u like it doesnt matter !! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I LUV MY IMMORTAL XD TBH i have a lot of clothez that R similar to herz already!! likeee i have a corset, black leather dress, fishnets, black combat boots, mini skirts n stuffs,,, but a lot of her outfits umm dont exist ROFL likeee when she said she had a marilyn manson towel umm or her billie joe armstrong boots HAHAHA

But ya idk how to choose onneee.... i think i would wear a lot of the outfits Ebony wore xD

#ask #fifi answerz #fishedeyelenz #oc rp #character blog #roleplay blog #original character #my immortal #ebony dark'ness dementia raven way

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rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims · 10 months ago

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Rules:

What wrestling promotions I’ll accept

WWE, Impact, NJPW (absolutely no Will). Sometimes AEW (it’ll depend on who you request)

I accept most fandoms!

What themes I’ll do

Songs

Bands (excluding Blood on the Dance Floor, Marilyn Manson, and Juliet Simms)

Seasons

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TV Shows

Movies

Gemstones

Horror

Decades

Superheroes/Supervillains

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If you have an a crossover request for example Seth Rollins x Psylocke, it will take a while to get to but I’ll accept them

LGBTQA+ requests will be taken but will be a bit longer to make.

Jack Hager, Chris Jericho, Bea Pristley, Justin Roberts, Will Ospreay, Jack Gallagher, Jinny, Joey Ryan, Travis Banks, Jimmy Havoc, Velveteen Dream, Nia Jax, Karrion Kross, Scarlett, Andrade, Alberto Del Rio, Ric Flair, Odessey Jones, Riddle, and Tay Conti asks will be deleted without hesitation.

No Supercorp under any circumstances

Out of respect for Bray Wyatt and his family, I will not accept requests for Bray under any circumstances

Billy Hargrove makes me extremely uncomfortable, I’ll take requests of any of Dacre’s other characters.

You can request up to three times, including stim requests, however if you want to, you can group together your requests into one ask. These will not be taken into account if I have a limit set. Like my 31 days of October aesthetics.

No spamming. If you wanna make sure I got your request simply message me. Any spamming will result in you being blocked and your request sent all the way down my list. If it’s of someone I have banned it will be deleted instantly

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If you disrespect my rules in anyway, you will be blocked. They’re there to keep me comfortable 🖤

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onlyonewoman · 10 months ago

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One good thing about getting older and having grown up partly without the Internet - and certainly without the extent of social media we have now - is that you could watch and read stuff with flawed characters without immediately jumping to the conclusion that:

The creators thought the bad traits of a character were morally good.

You should equate shitty behavior from a fictional character with a prompt to act like that yourself or excuse that shitty behavior in others in real life.

You should police and shame other people's personal preferences in media consumption publically, like a fucking HSA during the satanic panic, only ramped up like a squirrel on speed.

I have no problem with content that is clear about consent and who's good or bad, sometimes that take fits the story and characters well. A clear "this good, that bad" story is like comfort food or following a nice evening routine.

It serves our need to stay grounded and relax, which is very important, especially in a world where we're exposed to more daily impressions and personal choices than ever before in history.

I wish more young people kept in mind that ONE of the reasons why we're stressed, distracted and easily feel alone and/or watched, is that the consumation of literture, movies, tv shows, music etc. now almost never is a solo experience, which in turn robs us of some of the joy.

What I'm trying to say is that while it's good to reckognize shitty behavior in fictional characters - kudos to you youngsters who discover it earlier than we did - it doesn't make the one reading/watching/listening to a promoter of sexual assault, murder, gas lighting, bad sterotypes, shitty friends, non-existing communication etc.

Like, the worst "crime" I've committed is getting absurdly high library fines due to forgetting to return books in time. My worst behavior includes yelling in complete frustration and possibly tossing my own possessions around - which happens like once every five years. (Thanks emotion regulating meds!)

I'm a trusted animal caretaker and sometimes supervisor for minors. I'm on the organ donor list, I do volontary work, loves Studio Ghibli movies and if I see a cat, I stop dead in my tracks, hoping it will grant me the honor of petting it.

I also write hardcore porn sometimes.

One of my favourite movie characters of all time, is the killer Bill in Kill Bill and the fact that David Carradine died from erotic asphyxiation only makes him hotter.

I loved Marilyn Manson as Ron Tully in Sons Of Anarchy, because the role was just small enough to leave all the room for excellent prison fanfics - and I will go to my fucking grave claiming that Jax Teller was a way worse person than Ron Tully, without claiming that Tully was in any way a good person.

I can't watch the scenes in either Casino or Goodfellas, when Joe Pesci's characters die, because while his absolutely horrendous characters definitely deserve to die, the way it happens in both cases, plays with my own fear of betrayal.

I fear that plenty of younger people have been robbed of the wonderful experience of realizing they can't despise a bad character with the same ease they could as kids.

Yes, some films, movies, books etc. are like comfort food: no resistance, no surprices, less thinking and more feeling. And we need them!

We also need the type of media that shows grim reality with an easily defined enemy, like the nazis in Schindler's List, where there's no way we can identify with the nazis, but still have to balance on the edge with Schindler, who didn't care about the Jews at first, only his business.

We need characters like the despicable yet somehow also caring Aunt Lydia in The Handmaid's Tale, who in her own twisted way cares about the women she's set to control and keep in line. I myself find it impossible to wish her dead, not because she deserves a second chance, but because her lack of cruelty just for the sake of it, has shone through enough times to reveal she might be a vital key for the good in the end.

By being exposed to morally grey characters, we learn about ourselves and what we, as human beings, are capable of in extreme circumstances, whether it's good or bad.

I believe that with the literal fear of coming across as "toxic" or a promoter of shitty behavior by loving characters with awful behavior, makes people less interested in challenging media and thus, not building up an inner understanding for and capacity to deal with bad things and shitty people in real life.

And if you find yourself in a position where you feel like you can't handle characters who can be both monsters and human beings, it's no longer a content problem, it's a YOU problem.

Maybe you're not old enough to connect with certain characters or stories. Maybe you're not in the right mindset to watch/read it right now. Maybe it's simply not something you find enjoyable at all.

All three are valid reasons to stay away from this kind of content.

What it isn't, is a reason to try and shame other people for taking a liking to it. Don't spend your 20's playing moral police online, pretending to be judge, jury and executioner for some stranger enjoying fictional criminals consentually fucking their rival criminal in chains in the basement.

We already know it's fiction, know perfectly well it's not an advertisement for healthy relationships and if YOU didn't understand that, you're simply not old and/or experienced enough to partake in that sort of content.

And if you ought to be old and mature enough to understand this, yet still get your panties in a twist when you come across, lets say, the vegaspete tag: just remember that had Scorsese wrote Kinnporsche, most of the characters aside from Porsche, would've ended up:

buried alive

shot in the neck

blown up

mutilated or, at best:

living under secret identity for the rest of their lives, on the top of the Bangkok mobster death list

Goodfellas is still one of the best movies ever made and if the young people in the 90's could go and watch it without leaving the theatre thinking "yeah, lets start money laundring, doing blow and shooting friends in the head", I'm pretty damn sure today's youth can do the same.

#moral panic #it used to be a thing for old people #morally grey characters #they are the best #fiction is not reality #it can also help us cope with reality #if you can't handle it - don't consume it #fiction is not a promotion for being an asshole #and you should KNOW that

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747love · 1 year ago

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AO3 and All That

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/Paul Landers.

Rating: General.

Author: 747Love (AKA Tardis Magic on AO3)

Summary: Richard threatens to read a fanfic traumatising the rest of the band in the process.

“Hey Reesh,” Paul said walking up to his fellow band member sitting at the common room table a cup of steaming hot coffee at his left elbow reading something that looked alarmingly familiar to Paul. “Can I ask you a question?”

It had been to the total dismay of the band that Richard seemed to enjoy sharing the fanfics that he was reading. None of them could understand why he even read them in the first place never mind sharing them. They’d all been subjected to Richards gleeful readings of their supposed love and or sex lives depending on the story he’d found.

Till threatened to throw him out of the band every time Richard so much as opened his mouth which everyone knew was as empty a threat as it was useless.

Paul had taken to wearing ear buds that he’d bought and bluetoothed to his phone after Richard had read out a yet another sex scene, leaving Paul equal parts horrified, embarrassed and confused because he was more than positive his body was not capable of doing half the things Richard read out.

Every time Richard read out a sex scene, Flake would stare at him in fascinated horror not sure if he should be taking notes or find the nearest bar. Oliver and Christoph had taken the most direct route of avoiding hearing anything by the simple expedience of running out of the room before Richard had managed to lock them in and refusing to come back no matter how much Till begged them.

“What’s up?” Richard asked, putting his iPad down next to his untouched coffee looking at Paul, and smiling at him softly.

“At the risk of embarrassing myself, why on earth do you like reading fan fiction of the band?” Paul asked, fidgeting with his sleeve trying to not look at Richard while looking at him at the same time but returning the smile anyway.

Richard laughed. “I don’t.” At Paul’s confused expression, he said. “I only read them for everyone’s reactions. Watch Till and Flake when I read one later.”

Paul blanched just thinking about what Richard had found and didn’t know if he wanted to even be there let alone watch anyone’s reaction but the mischief in Richard’s eyes made the decision for him, so he reluctantly agreed.

Richard laughed again.

Paul sighed. ‘I can’t decide if the people writing them think we’re all Olympic gymnasts or the laws of physics don’t seem to apply to us.” He paused, before blurting. “How can anyone even pull off half the positions we seem to get into?” Then blushed thinking of some of the positions he and Richard had gotten into.

Richard snickered as he stood, stroking Paul’s shoulder in sympathy. “If it’s any consolation at least you haven’t had your ribs removed so you can suck yourself off.”

Paul blinked up at Richard. “Who . . ?” he started to ask before frantically flapping his hands at Richard in horror. “No, no, no. I don’t want to know which one of us it was.” He added hurriedly just in case Richard felt the need to tell him.

Richard laughed outright at his flustered partner. “It wasn’t any of us if it makes you feel any better.” He paused and Paul sighed in relief too soon before Richard added, “That was Marilyn Manson.” He replied a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Paul’s expression went from flustered to traumatised instantly. “Oh god.” Paul gagged, the mental image making him want to find the nearest bar and bleach the image from his mind. He stood up so fast the chair he was on toppled over and crashed to the floor before trying to head towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Richard asked.

“I’m going to get flat out drunk.” Paul tried to scoot past Richard only to get caught with a hand on his elbow whirling him around to face Richard.

“Oh no you don’t.” Richard laughed yet again his eyes still sparkling with mischief. Not for the first time Paul heartily wished he didn’t find Richard so bloody attractive when he genuinely smiled. Damn him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes later, Paul was seriously regretting letting Richard drag him into the oncoming train wreck that was in the form of a Till and Flake fan fiction. No amount of begging or bribery had gotten Paul out of having to watch their respective reactions and far worse there was no alcohol to at least buffer the utter embarrassment that was about to follow.

Somehow, and Paul had no idea how Richard had managed to do it, but both Christoph and Oliver were also about to become very unwilling witnesses as well.

Paul put his ear buds in. There was no way he was going to willingly listen to what Richard was about to read out. He looked up from his phone to see the rest of the band staring at him. Till was the first one to ask the obvious. “Why are you . . .” He paused, a horrified expression crossing his face before coming back to camp there.

He looked around wildly trying to find Richard before turning a truly frightening glare on Paul. “Where is the bastard?” He demanded.

Paul shook his head and refused to say a word. Normally he’d give in to Till’s glares but this time he just wanted to survive the next however long Richard would drag this out for and then he was getting spectacularly, shit faced drunk.

Till’s eyes narrowed as he continued to glare at his guitarist. “You know what he’s going to read.” He accused.

Paul shook his head again still maintaining his silence, not that he could hear what Till was saying but he could guess, and sort of lip read.

“Hey Till, Flake,” Richard all but sang coming into the rehearsal space he’d locked everyone in. “Guess what I found.”

“Oh no.” Till breathed, a horrified look momentarily replacing the glare before he shot a positively poisonous look at Paul. If looks could kill, Paul would have died decades before he was born. He swallowed nervously and hoped to hell Till didn’t murder him afterwards.

The colour drained from Flake’s face so fast Paul was worried he was going to pass out who said nothing, staring in horror at Till who refused to look at Flake at all which was interesting. Paul suspected something was going on between the pair, but he wasn’t about to ask because it wasn’t his business, and he had a feeling Till knew he and Richard had gotten together but had yet to announce it to the band and clearly Flake hadn’t said anything to either Christoph or Oliver or there would have been something said by either of them.

“Yup.” Richard replied gleefully, laughing almost maniacally when Christoph and Oliver made a break for the door only to discover it was already locked. The pair of them glowered at Richard as they sulkily shuffled back to Christoph’s drum kit they’d previously been standing in front of.

Before Richard could even lift his iPad up to begin reading the offending fan fiction Till jammed his fingers in his ears and started singing as loudly as he could.

Richard smirked and waited him out.

Eventually Till must have realised there was no way out, his shoulders slumped as he grumpily yanked his fingers out of his ears. “For fucks sake get this over with so I can get so fucking drunk I can’t remember any of it.”

Richard laughed, bringing up his iPad and spent the next ten minutes looking for the part he wanted to read.

Flake started fidgeting after a couple of minutes doing a kind of slow shuffle from one foot another as the tension in the room slowly ratcheted up. He was never a person that liked standing still for very long, hence the treadmill on stage, but he was clearly getting more and more nervous and couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off Till.

Till seemed to be trying to pretend Flake wasn’t even the room and would probably have pulled it off except his gaze kept shooting over to Flake and then jerking away again.

Richard cleared his throat and opened his mouth to presumably start reading when Till cracked. He looked over at Flake who nodded at the unspoken question, before looking at the rest of the band. “Fine. Yes, we’re dating. No, we didn’t tell any of you because it’s none of your fucking business. Can we go now?” He demanded peevishly of Richard who hadn’t said a word.

Paul was thoroughly confused. He was positive Richard hadn’t spoken since neither Till or Flake looked traumatised in any way that usually followed Richard reading fan fiction and more like they were seriously considering murdering their lead guitarist.

He yanked the ear buds out. He wasn’t sure what the hell happened, but he was infinitely grateful nothing seemed to have been read. On the other hand, he still had the matter of Marilyn Manson with one Richard Kruspe who he was going to slowly throttle when he got his hands on him and not in a pleasurable way.

“About fucking time!” Oliver exclaimed to the room in general. Christoph nodding his agreement.

Till looked at the pair in shock. “What?”

Christoph snorted. “If either of you thought you were being discreet, you need to relearn the meaning of the word.”

“Seriously, is there anything that happens in this band you two don’t know about?” He demanded peevishly of the amused pair.

“Well…” Christoph started before he doubled over laughing at Flake’s glare that matched Till’s earlier one.

Till huffed walking towards the door with the keys he snatched off the table where Richard had absently mindedly put them. He looked back at Flake. “Coming?” He asked.

Richard snickered. “Maybe later.”

Till walked over to the smug guitarist and waved his finger under his nose. “No more fucking fan fiction.” He growled then turned and walked out with a faintly amused Flake trailing in his wake.

Well at least Paul had been right about Till and Flake. He walked over to Richard and smacked him around his ear with his open hand.

“Ow.” Richard complained. “What was that for?” He demanded while absently rubbing his now sore ear.

“You, arsehole. You could’ve just told me that’s what you were going to do without the threat of reading that damn story, and I am so getting you back for the Marilyn Manson thing you just had to share with me.” Paul shuddered in horror, glaring at his partner.

“Well, it wasn’t any of us.” Richard grumbled, still rubbing his ear.

“Seriously, Marilyn Manson?” Paul moaned. He was never going to get that image out of his head.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t know about Till and Flake?” Richard complained, trying to distract Paul in case he felt the need to take his annoyance out on Richard’s other ear. He’d much rather being kissing Paul than defending his ears as he stared lovingly at Paul.

“Of course, I did.” Paul said immediately. “Well, I suspected.” He amended in typical Paul fashion looking at Richard equally as besotted.

Christoph and Oliver looked at each other with raised eyebrows as they watched the pair bicker. “Is there something you two want to tell us?” Ollie asked into the silence, clearly amused.

Paul and Richard both flinched, having forgotten the other band members were still there.

Paul turned to look at the pair, before looking back at Richard, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Neither were particularly ready to tell anyone, but it was very much a case of stiff shit since they’d pretty much just ousted themselves albeit unintentionally.

“Uh…” Paul began intelligently, not knowing what to say.

“Uhm…” Richard floundered at the same time.

Christoph couldn’t hold back his laughter at the pair. “You’re both about as discreet as Till and Flake.” He laughed.

“You knew?” Richard spluttered at the pair.

“Not until now.” Ollie said.

“Oh!” Paul added then promptly blushed. “Well, that’s that out then.” He mumbled, turning to face Richard, who was quietly going red.

#Richard Krupse/Paul Landers #Paulchard #Richard Kruspe #Paul Landers #Christoph Schneider #Oliver Riedel #Till Lindemann #Flake #Idiots In Love

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cannibalisticdespair · 7 months ago

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🔥 localization

Quite simply: you're not there to rewrite things, and if you think it's morally objectionable... why are you making a creator you have moral objections to more money? Because it makes you more money? Isn't that extremely crass and hypocritical? If you've got moral objections, don't make money for the people you have moral objections to the art of? It's like if in 2000, Christians made censored versions of Marilyn Manson CDs and sold them officially with him receiving his proper cut of the profits. You realize how insane that sounds, right?

But like, the debate has gotten pretty stupid because of word mutation. "Localization" is a lot of things, most of which are good. Like, earlier I linked a translation of Komaeda's aborted love confession. This is what it looks like unlocalized:

Please don’t forget… With you, I am… The hope sleeping inside you, love from heart.

At the link, they marked parts where they'd done a bit of additions just to make it fucking readable. I removed that, because that would still be a dash of it. That looks like Komaeda just got some additional brain damage on top of his preexisting brain damage, because Japanese cannot 1:1 translate to English. The poster's localized translation meanwhile?

Please don’t forget that I love y-… The hope sleeping inside you… from the bottom of my heart.

The meaning is preserved, but it's put into what actually sounds like human speech again. That's localization! There's no problem with that!

And even beyond that, languages have their own figures of speech and metaphors and quirks and puns and stuff that just don't translate. And it makes sense to alter that into something that the viewer can comprehend, because otherwise it sounds like a non sequitur unless you're a student of the culture.

But to just rewrite someone else's work because you don't like it and try to supplant it with that? Like, fanfic rewrites aren't being sold for a profit and claiming to be the official work, that's different for those reasons. But doing it in an official capacity, without permission? With permission, go apeshit. Panty and Stocking is a perfect example of "had permission, did great". But "I hate this thing so I'm going to get the rights to it to change it out of spite"? From an artist POV, that's a shitbag thing to do, simple as that. And you're still making them money! Like, isn't that crazy? "I hate your work so much I'm going to make this thing I hate palatable to other people who would hate it so you can profit more off of it!" That doesn't make any goddamn sense, right? I'm not crazy? That's nonsense logic? If you have moral objections to a thing, don't make the creator of that thing more money? I feel like I'm crazy because like, nobody ever says this but it seems so goddamn obvious? Is everyone just so infected by capitalist brainrot that the concept of "but I can make money too!" overrides it and that makes sense to people?

And then, because this is likely related to my ranting about NIS America: don't fuck around with the translation of things to just strip the local culture away because foreign cultures scary? That's xenophobic and also harms the text? It's 4Kids bullshit? Like, with Danganronpa, fucking about with the name order and honorifics created so many problems for them. The entire "Toki" nickname thing in UDG is the result of them fucking around so much. Komaru just always called her "Fukawa-san". Then, with that, she switches to "Toko-chan". And like, that's super cute and I love that? Persona keeps these things, why can't Danganronpa?

Oh, and also, for the love of fuck don't alter the text to support your ships. Which is also a thing NIS America did in V3. Kokichi's notes on Shuichi said "untrustworthy?" or something like that in Japanese and "trustworthy?" in the English. Because someone on the team shipped Kokichi and Shuichi, and each translator was given a character to handle because their methodology is fucking batshit. I shouldn't need to say this!

Other things not to do: don't make a character come off as mentally disabled if he isn't in the original? NIS America, again, Gonta. Don't remove a character's bad traits to whitewash him because you don't want people to dislike him or cause drama because a character did a bad thing? NIS America, Kaito. Bruh's bigoted. That's a major point of him. He was raised by two elderly people and is the Toxic Masculinity guy of V3.

DR1 had Mondo, SDR2 had Souda and Fuyuhiko, DR3 had Juzo, and V3 had Kaito. It's a running theme of toxic masculinity. If Kaito's slur-usage was kept, you'd certainly look at how he interacts with Shuichi differently, right? Same with how he is with Maki? That's the point: he's trying to help, but his helping isn't the best because he's doing it in literally the only framework he knows. He's not a malicious piece of shit human being, he's someone with prejudices he hasn't had the chance or opportunity to unlearn, and it's not like Shuichi is gonna be any help. And, ya know, it acts as a counterbalance to Tenko. And now he'll never get the chance to learn and grow as a person. His potential is cut off.

So yeah, localization isn't inherently bad, but altering the text to suit your own personal views is shitty to artists, and also just goddamn weird that you'd have moral objections to someone's work but also want to make them more money.

#despair.irl #ask #ask game

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