#or write something disrepectful

[poeticallyyron]

This is the first time I'll write something very different from what I usually write, I hope everything goes well

[otiksimr]

Oooo what the basic rundown on Viola???

Viola is a monster who got turning into a person through some unethical experimentation via higher beings for their own entertainment. They ‘blessed’ him with immortality because of that as they didn’t want him to die too quickly. (With the way I write immortality it literally just ‘can’t die’ the power with no other benefits. He still feels the need of sleep, water and such but not doing so wont kill him if that makes any sense.)

They at some point got attached and now he has a bunch of ‘found’ family that he’s trying to get rid of.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

DOMINATATED BY HIS WRATHFUL DESIRE

Pairings: Emperor Geta x Fem!reader Summary: you are summond to the emperor's chambers after he's heard very upsetting news Warnings: 18+ SMUT! thigh riding, degrading, orgasm denial, slapping, spitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, choking, talks of an orgy, Geta.

this is my first time writing for Geta, I've wanted to ever since it came out but i had no ideas. lol

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Geta paced his chamber, his fingers twisting together in a restless rhythm.

His tongue flicked at the corner of his mouth, the faintest growl escaping his throat as a frustrated sigh followed. Each step echoed sharply against the cold stone floor, a steady cadence to his mounting agitation.

You had disobeyed him—deliberately, knowingly, and without hesitation. You went against his word, disregarding the warning that carried the weight of his authority.

Now, there would have to be consequences for your actions.

Disloyalty had a price, and tonight, you would pay it in full.

His anger was a controlled fury, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he seethed with barely contained rage. You were his, his possession, his to command- and yet, you had disrespected him in the worst way possible.

Behind his back, you had dared to submit yourself to others in an orgy, an act of pure defiance that he would not tolerate. He would make sure you understood the price of your betrayal. The punishment would not be gentle, but it would ensure you never forgot who you belonged to.

He was the emperor—his commands were not to be challenged, his authority unquestioned. you could have done anything, yet it wouldn't leave such a bitter taste on his tongue as this disrepectful act did.

He had sent for you, and he knew you would come. You had no choice but to obey, to stand before him and face his wrath. He could already feel the weight of his impending words, each one sharper than the last. You would learn your lesson—he would make sure of that.

And then, just as his thoughts hardened into resolve, a knock echoed on his door. The sound reverberated through the quiet room, and for a moment, the air between them seemed to thicken. You had arrived.

His voice boomed, commanding the space, as he allowed you to enter. The moment you stepped inside, you hesitated, almost as though trying to shrink into the shadows of the large door.

"Y-you wanted to see me, my Emperor?" you asked, your voice small, fragile in the silence between you.

For a fleeting moment, a twinge of pity flickered in his chest, but it was quickly smothered by the cold rage that overtook him.

"Come in," he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

When you remained motionless, barely stepping forward, his patience snapped. His eyes darkened, voice rising with fury.

"I WILL NOT TELL YOU AGAIN!" he roared, the words hanging in the air with such force, you felt them reverberate through your very bones.

you step into the light on the night, letting Geta finally get a look at you.

you were scared, Geta could tell as much as he saw the slight tremble in your frame.

"Come here" he pointed to the floor in front of him

you looked down as you rushed across the room to where he wanted you

You stood there, silently, knowing exactly why you were here. The air felt thick with tension; your nerves taut as you waited for him to speak. You had crossed a line, and now you had to pay the price.

You only hoped it would be swift, that his punishment would be over before your resolve shattered completely. The emperor’s anger wasn’t something you took lightly, but in this moment, it was something you deserved. Fear and guilt wrapped around your chest, but you couldn't escape it—this was the price of your disobedience.

as you looked up at him, you were met with a hot strike across the face.

The sting of his slap seared across your skin, and you instinctively recoiled, feeling the burn where his hand had struck. The force of it turned your head, leaving you with a pounding ache and hot tears threatening to spill, but you fought to hide any sign of weakness, keeping your gaze lowered, afraid of provoking him further.

"Did you think I wouldn’t find out?" Geta’s voice was low and controlled, but there was an edge to it—a dangerous edge that sent a chill down your spine.

Before you could react, his hand shot out again, this time catching you by the wrist with a brutal grip. His fingers dug into your skin, the pain searing as he yanked you forward, pulling you into his chest. You tried to pull away, but his strength was overwhelming. His free hand gripped your hair, jerking your head back violently so your face was forced to meet his.

His gaze was molten with fury, his breath hot against your skin. "You’re mine," he growled, his voice thick with rage, “and I will make you remember that.”

With a sudden motion, he slammed you against the stone wall, the impact rattling your bones. You gasped; the air knocked from your lungs as your head spun. The pain was sharp and immediate, but it was nothing compared to the fury in his eyes.

"You think you can disobey me?" he hissed, his fingers tightening around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. The pressure was unbearable, the suffocating grip rendering you helpless. The world around you tilted, spinning, and you thought for a moment that you might lose consciousness.

But just as quickly as he had grabbed you, he released his hold, letting you fall to the ground in a heap. You gasped for breath, your hands trembling as you pressed them to your throat, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart.

He stepped back, his eyes never leaving you, cold and calculating. "I warned you. Disrespecting me has consequences."

You struggled to push yourself up from the cold floor, but you could barely manage to get to your knees. The pressure in your chest was still heavy, the panic lingering in your lungs. Every movement felt like an effort, your body weak from the assault, but you knew better than to show any sign of defeat.

Geta stared at you, his eyes dark with anger and something else—something almost predatory. He wasn’t finished with you yet.

"You belong to me," he spat, stepping closer. "And I’ll make sure you remember your place."

you had already known you belonged to him. he had told you he was the only one who was allowed to touch you from the very first time you stepped foot in the palatine.

Even in the orgies he had been involved in, you were always off limits. he always had at least some of his attention on you.

which is why it hurts him that you would go behind his back to involve yourself in an organisation that he had turned down.

you looked up at him, still on your knees as he looked down at you fiercely.

God, how pathetic you looked, kneeling before him, your lashes trembling with unshed tears, your eyes refusing to spill a single drop.

He stepped back, his lip curling in disgust as he spat on the floor, a snarling command following. "Lick it," he ordered, his voice cold and unforgiving.

You glanced at the marble floor, the spit now a stark, disgusting stain against the polished surface. Your frown deepened, eyes flicking up to meet his, confusion flickering in your gaze. He couldn’t possibly -he’d never make you do something so degrading, so...gross. But when his eyebrows arched expectantly, his gaze unwavering, you swallowed your hesitation. Slowly, reluctantly, you lowered yourself to your hands.

You hesitated, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach, but you slowly followed his command. As your tongue brushed the cold stone of the floor, licking at the stick saliva on the marble stone, a shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed, keeping your gaze low, afraid of the consequences that might follow any disobedience. When you looked up, you saw the smirk on his lips, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, making your heart race.

He watched you closely, his lips curling into a thin smirk. "Pathetic," he muttered, his voice icy, "but it’s what you deserve."

Stepping back, he regarded you with disdain, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "Don’t forget this. You belong to me. This is your place."

"I'm sorry. My emperor, I will not disobey you again..." you spoke in a hushed manner

he laughed humourlessly "oh, I know you won't..not when I'm done with you...but after this" he leans down to grab your face forcefully

"if you do it again...I will not be so forgiving" he growls

"I'm so sorry. please, G-geta...I'm yours, all yours" you humed sheepishly

"Beg for it, beg me to forgive you"

You felt your throat tighten at his words, the sting of humiliation burning deeper with each passing second. He wasn’t just punishing you—he was stripping away any semblance of dignity you had left.

"Please, Emperor..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, but it was the only thing you could manage to get past your lips.

His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Louder," he demanded. "I want to hear you beg. I want you to understand just how much you need my forgiveness."

Your pulse raced, every part of you screaming to flee, but you knew better than to disobey. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced the words out, your voice trembling, "Please, forgive me, Emperor. I’ll never defy you again. I beg you... please."

His eyes narrowed as he observed your every move, the tension between you two thickening with every breath. The silence in the room was suffocating, as if every word you spoke, every action you made, carried the weight of your past decisions. His gaze was piercing, expecting you to submit, to beg for forgiveness, and the room felt smaller with the pressure mounting.

“Do you understand what you’ve done?” His voice was low, cold filled with quiet menace. The anger he felt wasn’t just in his words, but in the way his body tensed, how his hands clenched at his sides as if fighting the urge to act.

You dared to look up, your gaze meeting his for a brief moment before quickly lowering again. The fear, the uncertainty, swirled in your chest. You knew you’d crossed a line, but the fear of his wrath was nearly paralyzing. He wasn’t just an emperor; he was a force—an overwhelming presence. And now, in this moment, you felt as small as you ever had.

“Speak,” he demanded. His voice was like ice, sharp and cutting, but it didn’t falter.

“I... I know what I did,” you whispered, almost choking on your words. “And I am sorry.”

His lips curled into a thin smile, but there was no warmth in it. “Sorry won’t be enough,” he replied. “You’ll need to prove it. Prove you understand what it means to disobey me.”

Your throat tightened as you felt the weight of his expectations. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

he let go of your face and stalked over to his bed, sitting on the bed comfortably

"Come!" he raised his voice when you did not follow.

you scrambled to get up, going over his bed to stand in front of him before he raises his hand to pat his thigh.

he didn't need to speak in order for you to know what he wants. you've played this game way too many times.

he moved his heavy robe off his pale thigh and watched as you rolled up your tunica to get up on his lap.

You watched as his once brown eyes go almost completely black with desire, pupils blown wide as you sunk down on his thigh, the only thing preventing you from feeling his soft plush skin was your thin Subligaculum.

he leaned his amrs back and made himself steady before you started rolling your hips.

The second he noticed you grinding against him he’s got a sly little smirk on his face while holding eye contact, glaring at you when you looked away.

he reached up and sent a hard slap against your cheek, a broken sob escaping your lips when you looked back at him.

you were in for a long ride tonight; you were sure of it.

Geta knows he’s supposed to be punishing you, but he can’t stop the way he starts bouncing his leg to meet your selfish grinds. “What’ve you got to say for yourself now, my little whore?” 

“M’sorry!” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as he fucks you on his thigh. So hot and messy.

Bouncing his leg faster at your broken whines, all Geta can hear are strained little “M’sorry m’sorry jus’ please. I- I won'do it again”

his smirk only grew as he could feel you become desperate. but that's what you were, weren't you?

you were a dirty girl who needed to know her place. who needed to know who she belonged to

you closed your eyes as you feel your sensitive clit being rubbed on against the thin linens that stop you from making a mess on your emperor's leg.

but you were foolish to think he couldn't feel the wet patch seeping through the fabric.

and it only made him feel more powerful... over you, that is. he knows what he does to you.

Geta's smirk grows wider as he feels your desperation, your body grinding harder against his thigh despite the punishment. His hand slides down to grip your hip, fingers digging in possessively as he continues to bounce his leg beneath you.

"Desperate little slut, aren't you? Think you can beg for forgiveness like some pathetic puppy? and that i'll forgive you?" He leans in close, breath hot against your ear as he growls out each word. 

"You're nothing without me; do you understand that? I'm the one giving you pleasure, the one allowing you to exist in my world."

A sharp nip to your earlobe punctuates his statement before he pulls back, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. 

you're moans grow uneven and Geta knows your close even before you tell him

"I-I'm going to-"

At your warning, Geta chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, 

"Oh, I know you are, my pet. but you know the rules, you cum when I decide you can, and right now, that isn't happening."

He tightens his grip on your wrists, using his free hand to roughly palm your breast, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your nipple through the thin fabric of your tunic. 

"We're going to play this game my way, little toy. And trust me, you'll learn to love it."

With a swift motion, he rips the front of your garment open, exposing your breasts to the cool night air and his hungry gaze. 

"Look at these perfect breasts, just begging to be played with, aren't they?"

Geta's fingers dance across your exposed skin, tracing the curve of your breasts before pinching and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger.

He watches intently as they harden under his touch, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest.

"Mmm, yes, much better. let's see you unravel for me, my little whore."

Without warning, he dips his head and captures a pert nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to elicit a gasp from your throat. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud as he bites down harshly, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

you weren't able to hold in your release anymore, you wanted it to wash over you in the delicious orgasm that he gives you.

but he could sense it. and you wouldn't dare disobey him again.

which is why he pulled you up, pushing you back onto the floor

"get on your knees" he ordered before watching you comply

He begins to undress, undoing his robe, revealing his chiselled physique inch by tantalizing inch. His erection springs free, thick and proud, the tip already glistening with precum. 

Geta steps out of his discarded robes, his naked form glowing in the candlelight. He runs a hand through his tousled firery hair- the colour matching his anger, eyeing you kneeling before him with a smug smile.

"Well now, look at you, so obedient and eager to please. That's more like it, little toy."

he sits back down on the edge of his glorious bed, his rigid cock bobbing with each movement. Reaching down, he wraps a fist around the shaft, stroking it slowly as he gazes into your eyes.

"You're going to worship my cock, pet. Lick it clean, suck it deep, and show me just how grateful you are to be in my presence."

Leaning forward, he guides the tip of his dick to your parted lips, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils. 

"Open wide, whore." he spits

Geta groans in satisfaction as your warm mouth envelops his throbbing length, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. 

"Fuck, that's it... Take it deeper, little slut."

He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements as you begin to bob your head, taking him further with each pass. The wet sounds of your oral devotion fill the room, mingling with his husky moans of pleasure.

"That's a good girl... Suck my cock like you mean it. Prove you deserve to taste my seed."

He starts to thrust gently, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the sensation of your lips and tongue worshipping his manhood.

Geta's grip on your hair tightens as he picks up the pace, his hips snapping forward to bury his cock deeper in your mouth with each thrust. 

"Mmm, yeah, just like that... You love choking on my big dick, don't you? Admit it, little whore"

He leans back slightly, giving you a glimpse of his flushed face and half-lidded eyes, lost in the haze of pleasure your skilled ministrations provide. 

"Fuck, I'm getting close... You'd better swallow every drop when I cum, or there'll be consequences"

you gag on your emperor's member as he thrusts into your mouth selfishly. his low grunts and tights hisses going straight to your aching heat, desperate for the release you almost had.

he pushed your head all the way down and he tuts a sarcastic chuckle as tears brim your eyes.

"that's right, little whore. You're learning your place, aren't you?" he snarls. watching his dick being swallowed by your mouth, his thrusts sloppy as he brings your face down again.

your nose brushes against the bush of hair at his base and the intoxicating scent fills your sinuses, making you hum against his twitching member, sending vibrations that push him over the tow-curling edge.

With a final, forceful plunge, he hits the back of your throat, his balls drawing up tight as he erupts, painting your tongue and the inside of your cheeks with spurt after spurt of his hot, salty essence.

with a long breath, Geta pulls you onto the plush bed, looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, your needy sobs echoing in his ears.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you properly, show you what it means to be claimed by an Emperor."

he flips you onto your front and pushes your ass up.

with a smack to the curve of your ass, you moan, both soundsechoing and mixing together, disapearing into the brisk air of his chamber.

Kneeling between your spread legs, he unties your Subligaculum and he grips your thighs, spreading them wider, his hot breath washing over your dripping sex. 

"Such a pretty little cunt, all for me. I'm going to fill you up until you're screaming my name, until everyone in the palace knows who owns you"

he reaches under and his fingers find the sensitive bud of your clit

Geta rubs firm circles around your engorged clit, coaxing out more of the slick arousal coating your inner thighs.

he laughs "Look at this, such a desperate little hole, begging to be filled. And only I can give it what it needs."

He leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'm going to make you mine, completely and utterly. By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember your old life, only here to be serving a vessel like me, all for my pleasure."

Withdrawing his fingers from your pulsating clit, he lines the broad head of his cock up with your entrance, before slamming into you, giving your ass another delicious slap! making a whiny moan escape from your swollen lips.

you leaned up on your elbows, arching you back as he thrusts into you mercilessly

Geta grunts with primal satisfaction as he sheathes himself fully within your clenching heat, his thick shaft stretching you to the limit. "That's right, take it all, you filthy little whore. This is where you belong, impaled on my cock, nothing else matters."

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with relentless force, each powerful thrust jolting your entire body. The lewd squelching of flesh meeting flesh fills the air, punctuated by your wanton moans and the creaking of the bed beneath you.

"Look at you, so beautifully fucked, your juices running down my balls. You were made for this, to be used and abused by those in power. Now, scream for me, let the whole damn empire know who's claiming you tonight!"

you let out a broken scream for him as you feel his hands snake around you, giving your breasts a harsh squeeze before one goes up to your neck, his thick fingers digging into your paulse point, making you gasp for air as he pulls you closer.

his degrading words bring tears to your eyes as he slams into you from behind.

Geta's fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your airflow as he presses you flush against his chest, his cock still pistoning in and out of your convulsing pussy.

"Tears of joy, perhaps? Or maybe shame for the pathetic creature you've become, existing solely to serve my desires?" he teases.

He releases your neck just enough to rasp in your ear, "Whatever the reason, it doesn't change the fact that you're mine, forever bound to my will. Your pleasure, your pain, your very existence – all belong to me."

you nod tiredly, your body aching and on fire, skin sticking together as your sweat mixes, every clap of skin giving you the atmost pleasure.

"no one else can fuck you like this" he growls angrily.

his nostrils flared and his eyebrows deep in concentration

another slap to your ass brings out another whine

"say it! no one else can fuck you like your emeror does" he grunts

you pant, trying to catch your breath as his thrusts quicken and deepen

"N-no one else..can f-fuckkk me l-ike you...m-my empe-eror" you stutter out in pleasure. your lips quivering as you lean your head back on his shoulder, his hand coming up to choke you once more.

tears stream down your face and he pouts.

Geta's grip on your neck tightens, cutting off your air supply as he continues to rut into you with savage intensity. Your muffled cries and the tears streaming down your face only spur him on, fueling his dark desires.

"That's it, cry for me, beg for mercy. But we both know you'll take whatever I give you, won't you? You're nothing but a plaything, a toy for me to use as I see fit."

his domination is powered by his dark desires to have you as his. you shall be dominated. by him and only him.

his touch is sharp and burns your skin. being sure to leave bruises when you leave his chamber for all to see.

this is what you get. his anger only serves to protect you from anyone else. you mustn't go against him.

he's showing you his power of you. his dominance, his superiority.

His gripfinds your breasts again, pinching and twisting the nipple cruelly as he continues to ravage your body, driving you towards a precipice of agonized ecstasy.

"Now, cum for me, you depraved little slut. Show me the depths of your submission!"

you moan loudly as you let your orgasm wash over you, showing Geta how much pleasure he gives you.

soon after your climax, Geta's own orgasm builds, his balls drawing up tight as he chases the edge of ecstasy. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep within you, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot semen directly into your womb.

"Yes, take it all, you insatiable slut! Milk my cock dry, show me how much you crave my seed!"

He holds you firmly in place, ensuring not a single drop escapes as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. Finally, he relaxes his grip, allowing you to slump forward, exhausted and spent.

"that will show you who you belong to. that no one is allowed to touch you. you serve for your Emperor. Never forget it." his voice roared

you could hear your plulse through your ears as you rested your body.

Geta withdraws from your body, his softening member leaving you feeling empty and used.

but this is what you deserve.

you are for him

to be dominated by his wrathful desires.

"now leave my sight" he said calmly, putting his robe back as if nothing happened.

you got up, hurrying to put your tunica back on, leaving his room, feeling his seed running out of your throbbing core and down your shaking legs.

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[hellaversity]

Look, I can understand where people are coming from when they criticize the portryal of the female characters in Helluva Boss.

But extending that same criticism to Hazbin Hotel is where I draw the fucking line.

Hazbin literally has a female protagonist with her own independant goal, who has to work hard for it because people constantly belittle her ideas and beliefs, and eventually gets proven right when it works in the end. Charlie tried to do what was thought impossible, and accomplished it when Sir Pentious gets ascended to heaven. Her love interest has her own backstory before meeting Charlie, where she used to work for the same exorcists who are responsible for nearly driving Charlie's people to extinction and almost making her fail to redeem anyone at the hotel. Vaggie kept this a secret from Charlie since they met, and Charlie feels betrayed by Vaggie to the point of not feeling like she should trust her anymore until it gets resolved. Vaggie has more characterizarion in season 1 of Hazbin alone than Millie does in the entirety of Helluva Boss pre-Hell's Belle's.

Lute is one of the main antagonists. She contributed just as much to the genocide as Adam did, is openly bigoted like Adam, has more common sense than Adam, is the only exorcist with a name, is just as much of a threat to the hotel as Adam is and most of all she survives while he doesn't. Sera approved of the genocide, but felt guilty about it because Adam would've probably killed her or something, which Emily calls her out on regardless. Speaking of Emily, she joins Charlie in on calling heaven out for their hypocrisy and literally says she detests being treated like a child.

Velvette is no less evil than the other two Vees. She sells love potions (aka date rape drugs) and treats her employees cruelly just like they do. She also disrepected the other overlords without giving two shits. Carmilla wasn't having any of Velvette's BS, is protective of Zestial, literally killed an exorcist (despite angels being much more powerful than demons, so that's pretty impressive on it's own) to protect her daughters and figured out that Vaggie was a fallen angel just by knowing what her choice of weapon was. She encouraged Vaggie to fight for the whole hotel, not just for Charlie. Cherri Bomb has an interesting rivalry with Sir Pentious in the pilot that eventually grows into a healthy relationship, and she goes against Valentino just to help and comfort Angel Dust in the Addict music video. Sadly she doesn't do much after that, but at least she got to participate in fighting for the hotel in The Show Must Go On, so it's better than nothing I suppose.

Rosie is one of the few people who Alastor has a genuine friendship with. She played a big part in Charlie trying to give a speech to Cannibal Town, and encouraged her to trust Vaggie again. Mimzy, while I dislike her, is the whole reason why the plot of Dad Beat Dad even happened. She tried to use her friendship with Alastor to get herself out of trouble, so the episode techically wouldn't of happened without her. It's also telling that Alastor didn't eat her or try to kill her for screwing things up, since he's done just that to others for much less. Even Niffty, who's mostly just there for comic relief, is another character who Alastor gets along with. He may own her soul, but he's a lot nicer to her than he is to Husk, who he keeps on a chain and abuses in a not-so-different way that Valentino does to Angel Dust, only without SA involved. Niffty is also the one who kills Adam in the end, so there you go.

That's a BUNCH more than what can be said for most of the ladies in Helluva. (Most of whom I also like, but their writing really does leave something to be desired, though it does seem to be slightly improving with the Hell's Belles short and the promise of a Millie focused episode in Ghostfuckers.) For the record I don't think the writing for the female characters in HH is perfect by any means, but it's a far cry from being anywhere near as bad as HB like many antis claim it is. I think they just say that shit because HB takes place in the same universe as Hazbin and both shows were created by the same person, (aka the guilt by association fallacy) or they just think Vivzie can't do anything right no matter what she does.

[finniestoncrane]

love your piss fics with boomer. hope you write more now that kill the justice league is out with some wonderful cutscenes for us piss lovers<3

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KTJL!Boomer x GN!Reader, word count: 500 i am NOTHING if not an indulgent little slut who would happily take a golden aussie shower 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: piss, spoilers, death reference, allusions to that cut scene so uh... disrepecting a corpse OOP

Taking a deep inhale and then sighing, filled with satisfaction, Digger spoke.

"Aw yeah. I'm gonna do it. Definitely."

You'd been resting on his shoulder, hand on his chest as you lazed on the sofa. He'd been silent throughout the movie, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking your arm, intermittently bending his neck to kiss your head. He'd been deep in thought, but given that his thoughts were usually pornographic in nature, you hadn't bothered pressing him. There was always something filthy rattling around in his dirty mind.

"Gonna do what, Dig?"

"When I kill the Flash."

"When, not if."

"Yeah! When I kill him!"

"Yeah?"

He turned to you, causing you to fall onto his chest, looking up into his excited green eyes as a crooked smile pressed into his freckled cheeks.

"When I kill him. I'm going to piss on his stupid corpse."

"What a noble life goal."

"Is it, isn't it."

Walking your fingers up his sternum and resting your palm in the centre of his chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat, you batted your eyelashes playfully.

"Will you let me help?"

He raised an eyebrow, confused and taken aback.

"You wanna piss on him too?"

You laughed, quick to shut that line of thinking down, but gently so.

“If you wanted me to, I’d think about it… But I was thinking more along the lines of a helping hand.”

Your free hand quickly skated up his thigh, gripping the ever-present bulge in his pants, his thick, impressive cock stuffed in tight.

“This has always seemed like a two person job, after all. I could help you hold it, so your arms don’t get tired, of course.”

His voice cracked ever so slightly as he spoke, a definite twitch against your palm as his cock began to stiffen.

"Really? I mean, obviously, I could do with the help. I'm never going to say no to any assistance."

"Is that so?"

Stroking his growing length, feeling the veins pulse through the thing layer of fabric between them and your hand, you felt your own arousal growing. He jutted his hips up a little, pushing at you to go further, begging you to, silently. As much as he loved a tease, he was far more interested in getting to the point of the action. Your soft skin against him, your hand tight, pumping, stroking. He realised he was holding his breath, a lopsided, brainless smile on his lips as he daydreamed.

You could sense his desperation, and you knew it wasn't fair to tease him with no intentions of providing any relief. So you spoke up.

"Maybe we should go practice then. I'd hate to mess up your big moment."

Digger jumped up from the sofa, almost sending you tumbling to the floor. He spoke as he ran to the bathroom, pulling his pants down as he walked.

"Righto, sweetheart! Hurry up! I could kill Flash at any moment!"

Rolling your eyes a little, but gleefully, you followed in his wake.

[aechii]

heyyy can i request some angst where neymar cheats on reader with some model and he gets manipulative because he wants reader to stay with him but eventually she asks kylian for help because she loves neymar but wants to leave him and she has no idea how? like kylian is reader’s best friend so he gets very protective please?

₍⁠₍ HARD 2 LET GO ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! toxic!neymar x black!femreader , bestfriend!kylian x black!femreader (?)

GENRE ?! angst

C/W ?! cheating, controlling behaviour from none other than neymar, unrequited love because i love this trope hehe, kylian = second lead, when the second lead is better than the first lead, reader deserves better, toxic (by britney spears) relationship, neymar is aged down to 26, kiss kiss, did i mention CHEATING?!?!?

A/N ?! before i say ANYTHING, i wanna thank @jaehyunsblkgf for being the faceclaim of this fic !! gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous 🖤

i have two more cheating requests to write, and i'm genuinely wondering why tumblr loves cheating fics alot lol 🥴 imma still write them anyways, but won't post them consecutively fyi. ENJOY THE FIC <33 (yes, i changed the course of this fic a lil because yes, i intend on making this TOXIC ⚠️)

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the first time it happens, neymar is rapid to quench any uncertainties that his girlfriend inevitably begins to think. dismisses the pictures, that clearly show a figure too akin to him to be someone else, with a washed out reiteration of love and endearments, and [y/n] gifts him another chance. thinks she's reassured because, truth be told, they had been together since they were 19 and have supposedly established a level of trust so high that she found it hard to believe that he would cheat on her.

second time it happens, now, the humiliation is tautly encompassing, and [y/n] knows she should've seen it coming. when the same thing had occurred beforehand, she had embarassingly defended her boyfriend on every social platform available, ignoring every inch of criticism that flew her way after that. refused to see something that was so clear, right in front of her, and isn't karma a bitch? she hadn't done an inch wrong to neymar, yet had received the brunt of the insults. wonders why she had tolerated such self-disrepect from herself because of a man that feigned adoration for the past 7 years. because, if he truly loves her like he said he has, not a fingertip would be in the pool of infidelity.

but neymar is drenched in it.

completely soaked in lies and disloyalty and [y/n] finds it- him- unbearably pungent. the sight of him before her taints her eyes with something close to vehement rage. doesn't understand why neymar proceeds to defend himself and the striking model he was accompanied by during the night out, as if it would reform her diminishing love into its former.

"do you really care for that model than you do for me?" [y/n] asks, arms blithely crossed upon her chest. neymar's reaction is instant and almost grounding.

"no! no, i don't! why would you think that?" there's an undercurrent of something, that [y/n] notices but cannot pinpoint what. sees it in the tremor of his hands and his dilated pupils.

"you waste your breath defending her, but for me? it's 'better to ignore the hate than to feed into what they want'." recounts what neymar had said all those months ago, and the sensation of abhorrence is habitual.

the man rolls his eyes, throwing his hands in the air, "i thought we agreed to let that go, [y/n]. stop bringing the past into the present."

she feels a visceral scoff hurl out of her throat, "not when you're doing the same shit again-"

"and i'm telling you i'm not cheating!"

[y/n] knows that neymar will do anything to prove his rightfulness. an attribute that, some days, is heart warming to see because it shows that he truly cares. but now, when his hands strike the table so hard that some of the bottles topple unto their sides, a feeling riddles her body and it's nauseating.

neymar isn't violent, she's thoroughly aware of that, and it hurts [y/n] that she has to be distrusting of that. but he's an enigma, a russian doll if you will, disclosing many layers that take many years to unravel.

"neymar-"

"just listen to me, [y/n]," he takes a deep breath, "they're jealous, okay? they'd do anything to break us up and you know this!"

"so you're saying that people online faked the pictures... twice?" it's nonsensical when she says it aloud, and evokes a laugh from her.

"come on, don't be stupid, neymar!"

"oh so me trying to prove i love you is stupid?!" he seeths. [y/n] shakes her head at his words, "no, it's the fact that you're trying to disprove something that's evidently true, that's stupid."

neymar just stares at her, palms gripping the chair so tightly that their colour begin to fade to white. [y/n] is undeterred and does the same back, eyes begging for him to finally tell the truth, no matter how irreversible it is. yet, neymar, dignity so saturated it was practically impossible to quell, brings them back to square one.

"are you really going to let go of a relationship you've been in for 7 years because of shit you heard on twitter?" his question punctures her mind, and a turning point is almost that light (?) at the end of the tunnel. can't lie and say that he didn't get her thinking because he does. the longevity of their relationship alone is enough to establish a firm base of trust, and rightfully so.

"listen ney," [y/n] sighs, rubbing her forehead in frustration, "i really want to trust you-"

"and you should! do you really think i'd throw all of this away? 7 years going down the drain?"

his words make her scowl, really doesn't understand why he continues to his case that's so obviously swallowed in shame and accountability. ignorance is bliss, but absolutely smells like bullshit, and [y/n] is over his never ending lies that don't add up.

"the evidence is fucking there for you to see, neymar. i swear we're going in circles," begins to stand up from where she had been seated in front of her boyfriend, "this isn't the first time this has happened."

neymar's dumbfounded, "you didn't believe me when i said i didn't cheat last time?"

confusion is apparent, and [y/n] can't help but roll her eyes.

"the fact that there is a 'last time' speaks for itself."

she walks into the kitchen, grabbing her keys from her kitchen counter. she doesn't have them for long as neymar snatches them out of her hands, looks at her with something equating to a horrible mix of shame, frustration and rage.

"where do you think you're going?"

she doesn't waste a second to answer, "kylian's."

she watches as his face morphs into a livid frown, lines scouring his skin deeply. he has always hated how close the two were, but there was nothing to prove that they had anything that pertained to non-platonic feelings.

"why there?"

an eyebrow raised, [y/n] begins to state the obvious, "because i'd rather be with my best friend than stay another night here-"

"you're not going."

"fucking watch me then."

proceeds to turn around to walk to the front door, but a firm grip circling her bicep stops her.

"i said, you're not going."

[y/n] tries not the the sliver of fear paint her face, putting up an undazed façade as she yanks her arm out of his hand. turns on her heel and ambles towards the exit.

neymar's voice comes from behind her, surging ice cold dread through every limb. knows that once she leaves, it's an unspoken but finalised end to whatever they have.

"if you go, you'll have no way back inside."

wishes that she hadn't felt the last minute apprehension that commences its path down her spine, but slams the door after herself anyways.

+_-

"i told you to leave him, [y/n]."

kylian's voice is soft, as if to not lacerate the fraying sanity of the girl whose head finds rest upon his shoulder. feelings that shouldn't exist, do anyways, and knows better than to let his heart rule over his head. [y/n] is- was- neymar's, a well known fact, yet knows it will be a trial of tribulations for someone to get over a 7-year relationship, if they ever will.

"so did marquinhos, and sergio... and-"

"i know, ky, i know," voice quivers and has to pause to continue, "it's way harder than you think."

attempts to not let her words get to him, glad that he's not in her line of vision, and rather, his shoulder is, "i'm aware. but i would rather you cry for days outside of this relationship than continue to be hurt in it."

she finds truth in his words, truly does, and wishes that her heart was fully ready to move on, but realises that it was stagnant at 50/50 and finds it harder to even think that they're relationship is over.

"i know i have to leave him, ky, i do. but i just can't."

kylian is quick to shake his head, "yes, yes you can. you and i know you both deserve better."

"ky, i've been with him for 7 years. 7 tedious years-"

"and even so, you're still only his girlfriend!"

it's painfully silent, and kylian mentally slaps himself in the face at his own words, condemning his mind from disassociating itself from his mouth and leaving it to its own devices. curses under his breath as the warmth draws away from him as the girl lifts her head, staring bullets into his head. he can't find it in himself to look at her, head hanging low.

"kylian, what do you mean by that?"

takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts and feelings from the spillage, and replies, "it's true, [y/n]. i'm not rushing you into getting married or whatever, but if i was dating someone for 7 good years, i'd be damned if we haven't already gotten married."

[y/n] thinks he's finished, opening her mouth the respond to the newfound opinion of her best friend, but is left completely shell shocked at the words that follow.

"especially if it this person was you."

finally makes eye contact with her, and [y/n] vividly sees the genuineness of everything he had said. vividly sees how he looks at her and the realisation that neymar had never looked at her in such a way is gratifying.

kylian wishes he could tell her just how much he loves her. a magnitude way bigger than the distance from the moon and back tenfold, he treasured their mere friendship as something lifelong and holy.

"kylian-"

"i love you, [y/n]. so much. you don't understand"

the girl is completely winded, mind frozen to conjure a reply to his confession. kylian was deathly good at hiding his feelings, and hadn't even shown an inch of romantic intentions towards her. and now, she really wonders just how long it's been, and how much she's let slip through her fingers.

"how long, ky?"

he exhales, leaning back against the couch, "it's been a while-"

"how long?"

thinks for a few beats, and even surprises himself when he does the maths and adds the years up, "8, maybe 9 years."

"that long, kylian?" she doesn't bother to disguise the incredulity in her tone.

"yeah, and i'm sorry for not telling you, but you were so head over heels for neymar and who was i to stop my best friend from being happy."

[y/n] hates how defeated he sounds. can't fathom how much willpower it took for him to push down feelings he's held for her for so long. feels guilty, and her face shows it.

"don't look like that, [y/n]," kylian's voice is stiff, and he stares straight into her eyes. finds himself subconsciously gathering her hands in his, heart revelling in the fact that she accepts the gesture.

"it's not your fault that i love someone who isn't meant for me." bursts out a self deprecating chuckle and looks away, but feels his head being drawn back in as [y/n] turns his face to hers again. the contact is gratifying, and kylian can feel every string yank at the muscles of his heart. can't help but faintly smile at the sight of her.

"stop speaking, kylian."

"or what?"

a few instants of silence pass and he waits to hear her voice again. her faces contorts and relaxes, seemingly having an internal battle within herself, and kylian nudges her hand with his head to jolt her back to reality.

"what will you d-"

"i'll kiss you."

kylian mbappé is a brave man, has lived through events that one would classify as daunting, but as he utters the next few words, he doesn't deny the anxiety and fear that meander through him.

"do it then... i dare you."

so she does. doesn't expect to feel delicate lips upon his, slipping the taste of cherry into his mouth. his reaction is almost instantaneous, and doesn't waste another second before moving his mouth, savouring the grooves and dips and sweetness of the girl in front of him. wraps an arm around her gently to bring her closer, but the kiss stops not long after to save air.

[y/n] rests her forehead against his, panting lightly as their eyes swallow in the picture before them. accepts that kylian emits a smile from her, him returning it, in a way she never would've thought, and concludes that she would probably be alright with that.

[batbeato]

What are your thoughts on genderbending characters, particularly in regards to Umineko?

It's one of my favorite tropes, but I know that a lot of people don't feel comfortable with it, whether they find it disrepectful to the lgbtq+ communities or some other reason. Likewise, though, if not done with care in regards to a character's personality and circumstances, the opposite - making an au where a character (who isn't canonically, or it isn't known) is transgender - can be equally offensive.

Considering the matter of a person's physical sex, the interpretation of gender in Umineko, I'm curious how you would perceive it - especially since both 'tropes' can be used in tandem - and 1) I really really liked the way you portrayed Jessie and Yukari's situation in the story carries on' and 2) the fem Black Battler fic. Poor Battler, but Still. It was good!

I figured if anyone knew how to handle the matter tactfully, and in respect to the characters personality's and the situation, and the topic of being transgender vs outright genderbending, it would be you.

With genderbending I feel like it depends on context, what you want to do with it, and what you do with it. (Also I'm glad you liked those fics!)

In a lot of WTC works, characters have interesting relationships with gender (and sometimes sexuality) that can make genderbending more complicated. For example, genderbending Jessica to be a guy can be interesting. She feels pressured to get a boyfriend, but also feels like the reason why she doesn't have one is because she's too tomboyish and abrasive. She also has to deal with her mother wanting her to be a proper lady and find a nice (read: wealthy and powerful) husband for her. If Jessica was a man, 'he' may have more similar experiences to George - the looming prospect of an arranged marriage, the expectation to be the family Head rather than to marry man to be the Head, etc. His attitude may be construed as general laziness or lack of interest rather than tomboyish behavior. If someone is just drawing art of what they think a genderbent Jessica would look like, they don't need to delve into these aspects, but if someone wanted to write about Jessica, they'd need to consider these things.

This also becomes more complicated when you want to do ship content with a genderbend, because how the characters may be different would interact with how they see each other and potentially affect their dynamic. For example, Beatrice/Sayo's attraction to Battler may take on new rich connotations if Battler is a woman and not a man, or if Sayo conceptualized Beatrice as a male sorcerer rather than a female witch.

With regards to genderbends, I really like seeing art of them! And it would be nice to see more writing, too. I think people become worried about them because of how they can be used to erase the queerness of mlm or wlw ships, but I've known friends who like genderswapping their wlw ships to wlm from time to time. In the end I think we can't toss the trope out in general, or even when it's a mlm/wlw -> wlm swap, because sometimes people just want to explore things. Something being wlm can mean that they're still queer - bisexual, pan, etc. - but maybe in a different way.

...People also probably remember the "what if the story was all the same except this character was a GIRL" stories that had a lot of self-insert action, stereotypes, and poor writing from the olden days of fandom. But I think that's a quality and writing issue, not a general genderbend issue.

As for a character being transgender, I think it also needs to be done with care and thought put into it, the same way a genderbend might need. If a character is transgender, how will others feel about it? What sort of medical care will they be able to receive in their setting? Will they be closeted, socially transition, etc.? Depending on the setting, it might not be possible for that character to receive gender-affirming care. It might not even be possible for that character to "pass" as the gender they identify as. And that needs to be considered.

For example, if someone has a trans headcanon for an Umineko character, the character may need to leave Japan to receive surgery (I actually found an interesting paper while googling about this). If they're one of the younger characters, like Battler, one needs to consider if their parents will fund or approve, as they would not be able to access gender-affirming care without them. How would other members of the Ushiromiya family - which is shown to hold to strict gender roles and uphold capitalistic, cissexist, patriarchal ideals - react to someone transitioning?

...More specifically with Umineko is if someone wants to genderbend Sayo or one of their personas. I think that can be a difficult task, because of how complex Sayo's gender is, but I don't think it's impossible or should be disallowed, so long as people are willing to delve into the complexities of what it would mean for any particular genderbend. I'm not entirely sure about the idea of CAFAB Sayo transitioning to masculinity, due to how AFAB Sayo was used to make BeaBato and WillLion as cishet as possible in the past, but I think that so long as such a headcanon is coupled with queer exploration it's fine, albeit a bit touchy for me (perhaps a more subjective worry than objective, though).

For an example of a possible Sayo genderbend, bending Beatrice to be a man could be used to delve into more Sayo-Kinzo parallels, or conceptualize a more masc-leaning, or genderfluid, or nonbinary depiction of Sayo.

...In the end it's just about doing what you like, not minimizing the queer aspects as a result, and exploring what would happen if a character was a different gender all along or was transgender. It's about putting the work in to make me believe in you and your respect for the cast.

[rise-my-angel]

please i’m so curious. please mlord elaborate on your hatred for tlou 2 🙏 (no i definitely don’t have your notifs on idk what you’re talking about haha)

I WAS GONNA SAY

Okay so I will try to sound as rational as possible and not personal, because I really hate that game.

I think it fundamentally ruins everything about the first game. We are not invested in the game because the game play is so good. No one loads up The Last of Us because they are just really excited to walk around and press triangle. They love it, for Joel and Ellie. That relationship is genuinely one of the best father daughter dynamics of its kind. The writing and voice acting is so good that even guys who don't get attached to characters the way fandoms do, feel deeply attached to them. The game doesnt work, if Joel and Ellie dont work.

The entire game is building up to that final sequence though. You know Joel and Ellie so well that no matter what you personally would choose to do, you never question Joels choice in rescuing her. You know why he does it, and why he's right to do it. And Ellie does too.

Ellie went into surgery thinking she would wake up, and she and Joel would get to do all the plans they made before. She didn't know she was going to have to die. So she wakes up, still in the hospital gown, in the back of a car with Joel as he tells her everything went fine and doesn't explain how they got where they are. She knows something went wrong. She knows Joel did something he isn't telling her. And that final scene is all we need. She asks him if he's telling her the truth, and he says yes. Ellie doesn't beleive him. Its in the way she says it. She knows Joel is lying, but she decides in that moment, that she cares more about Joel and her trust in him, then whatever the truth really is. She choose Joel over the truth and makes her peace with the fact that he is lying to her. Because she knows he does it to protect her.

So, TLOU 2 ruins that. Ellie is suddenly blindsighted by Joel lying to her and gets angry that he stole her purpose. Marlene lied and was going to have Ellie killed and told no one on purpose, Joel didn't steal anything, he protected her from a fate she didn't know about nor deserved. So, it breaks their trust and bond to say Ellie suddenly hates Joel for what happened.

The point of the end of the first game, is that she decides she cares more about Joel doing whatever it was to protect her, then the fact that hes lying about what he did at all. Ellie willingly choose Joel over the truth because they love each other. The entire first game breaks, when you suddenly decide Ellie would ever get mad at Joel for resucing the life of the girl who became his daughter.

Then, there is the disrepsect of his death. Now I'm not against Joel dying in general, but the way they did it was so disrepectful that its hard to put into words. The series of events leading to his death were all out of character or very contrived to the point it paints Joel out to be uncharacteristically trusting to the point he comes across as naive.

Then theres the death itself. You can do shocking and violent deaths and be impactful. You know the fandom we're in. But, the difference lets say between the Red Wedding and TLOU 2, is that the violence is not the focus. The violence is overpowered by how shocking it is that it happened, the realization that Robbs own allies lead him into a deadly trap and the horror of watching Catelyn lose her first and last boy, before having no more will to live herself. It's violent, but never so explicit to be shock value. The shock comes from the emotional chaos.

Joels death is shock value. It is violent to the point it is unreasnable. Abby tortures this man before beating him to death with a gold club as they have Ellie screaming in the background all so you feel shocked at what happened. But thats it. The shock is that he was violently beat to death. The shock is the violence. The shock is that they game did not care about giving this beloved character a death that mattered. They only cared about making it as brutal as possible. I remember when I played it, I sat in silence for almost two minutes before just going "Yeah..okay." Then continuing on. And it happens as the inciting incident, not the culmination of an arc he and Ellie went on.

It's just a disrepectful way to kill Joel in the guise of shocking the audeince to the point of absurdity.

Theres other issues, the way they tried and failed to force you to sympathize with a woman who tortured and beat a man to death, by painting this previously character driven story now as a "revenge is bad" motif driven story. The lack of nuance in any of the characters, the problems in the plot, the bland charatcers outside of Ellie and Abby, the lack of any actual stakes in their final face off because they ran into each other by accident in the end, and by not giving the player the choice to kill Abby or not it ruins Ellie as a character. It makes her unreasonably charitable towards the woman who tortured and beat her father figure to death in front of her.

It's overall a game that to me, wants to suddenly change its mind and go back. it wants to rewrite the ending sequence in the hospital to make Joel look like the bad guy, it wants to make us think Joel is wrong and deserves to be punished, killed, isolated from his adopted daughter who gave him purpose for the first time since Sarah died in his arms. It wants us to hate him, and it ruins Ellie, by making her hate him, only to double back and decide she loves hime nough to go on an absurdly violent killing spree while STILL trying to paint Joel as wrong and bad.

The Last of Us never needed a sequel. Its ending was perfect. And the sequel we got, changed everything about what and why the first game worked and ruined its story and characters. And for a game whose success is soley based around its story and characters, that is enough for me to write it off completely.

I know a lot of people at the time hated the game for being "woke" or whatever, or for a lot of dumb reasons, but I hate it, simply, because by changing the morals and motivations for Joel and Ellie, and writing them in an inconsistent way just to serve the narrative, it disrespecte eveything that made the fist game so beloved.

I adore The Last of Us, and really liked the show. So to think that the second game is going to be adapted for season 2 and possibly 3? It kills my interst in it. I already saw this story and characters ruined through the second game, I don't have it in me to watch it happen again but on a televison screen.

I care too much about that story to watch what I think ruined it, happen all over again.

[transblog101]

Log #005

Pride month have been super fun so far. I was nervous becuase what I was wearing was a lot more revealing then other clothing I have worn. It was a croptop and a super short skort. I do have some body image issues I need to fix, so this was a great first step. I might actually wear a croptop today. I have one friend who makes me feel super comfortable. I know they'll have my back and that feeling of safety is something I did not realize I haven't been expericing. Don't get me wrong, my Mom and family are okay. I have lost a lot of trust in them when I came out though. I realized they don't care about what I think, but what they think I think. It's sad, but it's true. Everytime I have talked to my Mom about something, she doesn't take it seriously. Example of this is last Friday.

I got this shirt from Spenser's at the mall. I was being super careful to wash it properly, but yet it got destroyed by washing it in cold. So The next day, friday, I had to go to the mall. My Mom brought me. I am very thankful for that. We then had to go to the other mall due to them not having the right size.

Aparently she wasn't "too busy", she just had a lot of stuff to do and couldn't bring me to later. What doe "too busy" mean if not that. And then she gets mad at me for "disrespecting her". It is very disrepectful to tell me she isn't too busy to do something and then contridict yourself right after. I understand you have things to do and I don't really need to know why she said no, but to tell me two diffrent things at the same time is a jerk move.

I have many more stories that probally get the point across better, but it just annoys me so much some of the things she does. Then she acts as if I am overreacting. It took me so long to trust myself due to a childhood of this.

I also just tried aderall. At first I did not feel anything, but I feel so much in control right now. I decided to write this, and I did. There is this feeling of axiety right now, but I can deal with that if this is what it feels like. I just hope I don't get too adictted.

I belive that is all I have to say for now. Happy days to all.

[fierceawakening]

I think, with that Le Guin article/quotes is that everyone is currently talking at cross purposes. I don't think anyone is disagreeing that Le Guin is coming across as a snob (which if I want to be generous is probably based in the fact that she's old and was writing sci-fi/fantasy before they even separated them as genres [Earthsea is from the 60's!] She's spent the majority of her career probably fighting to be taken seriously and is now bitter and crotchety about it, but being honest I never got into her as an author i dislike her style immensely so I've never paid much attention to her) but while in that article you are getting focused on the potential joy of creation and how that should welcome people into the community. Others are getting hung up on the disrespect *of the audience*, and probably thinking of how they've been burned by authors before who disrepect them and the genre(s). Nothing is more heartbreaking as a reader than to get excited about a book and then feel the author's disdain of the reader. I am fully with you that joy should be celebrated as well as people shouldn't be afraid to try a new thing. My caveat is that if they've discovered joy in writing the genre they didn't respect before, that by the end of the process if they still don't respect the genre or the audience they probably won't have a market. It doesn't matter that they enjoyed creation, a community isn't going to welcome with open arms someone proclaiming "here you go idiots who enjoy 'x' genre, you have no depth so you'll love this". If they do find a respect at least for the audience then Le Guin gets proven wrong, you can feel the joy pour off the page and it doesn't matter that they're reinventing the wheel, it's an awesome addition to the collective world.

Anyway that's my take, not trying to necessarily restart the discussion it's just been percolating in my head since yesterday.

Thanks! I think you’re right that people disdaining sf/f was a huge thing before we all got into HP and Marvel and nerd stopped being a coherent social category. I was a kid in the 80’s and I remember being told I was expected to outgrow it, including a very memorable interaction where someone noticed me reading Dragonlance novels and said, “you’re in SIXTH GRADE now,” as if something about aging made dragons less cool. (I am 44. Dragons are still cool.)

It’s BECAUSE of this that her snobbery bugs me (and it’s a minor annoyance, but people harping on it is making it seem huge.) Becoming bitter about the hated of nerds when it’s no longer even a thing is the kind of obsession with the past that helps no one.

We won, Urs. It’s okay. You can exhale.

HP helped, too. That’s also okay. I know you disliked it, Urs, when we were all still loving it. But it’s okay that someone who doesn’t meet your standards made us cool.

I know you’re dead. But I promise. You can let go. We’ve got you from here.

[thebrokenboy98]

08.04.2024

I've been pushing everyone away again. I'm not sure how not to. Every time something goes wrong, I just feel like I need to deal with it on my own. I have no desire to be the convenience friend, but for some reason that just seems to be the role I've been saddled with. Maybe it's because I push people away, maybe it's because I am easier to tolerate in short increments.

What's worse even if I wanted to, I couldn't accurately explain why I've been feeling the way I do. You tell someone your gut is never wrong and they look at you like you're insane. You tell someone you're tired of being alive, and they threaten to have you locked away, it's a never ending cycle.

Every time I sit down to write this it feels like my brain is melting but it's been about a week of the same bs.

I can't figure out if I keep convincing myself I'm replacable or if it's a reflection of nearly everyone in my life showing me how replacable I actually am. Whatever the shitty feeling may be, I need it to fuckin stop. Shit's like a hurricane wiping everything out every time even the littlest thing goes wrong. Especially lately with you and your best friend. I'm glad you've finally got a good friend. But I don't dig the, not even being a third wheel or even your bs "soulmate" ordeal, but just being blatantly ignored, and treated like I'm not shit when I do so much for the both of you. At this point I'd literally let any damn thing else fly, but I won't do the disrepectful bs. If I'm not shit, why the fuck am I doing this bs landscaping for you? Why do any of the shit I do for you or her? Why the fuck am I even still here?

[disappointed12]

WELCOME TO TUMBLR

✨️ Everyone is either 13 years old or acting like it ✨️

✨️ It's the most liberal place on Earth - no, not as in "libertarian", as in "I'm gonna be super racist and that's my free of speech! You don't like it? MOOOVE🦅🧨 [gun shot sounds]

✨️ Don't agree with me?? Let me make 10 different posts explaining why

That hurt me personally

I am [choose your minor inconvinience] and therefore YOU CAN'T DISAGREE WITH ME Also:

Change the subject

Don't actually read any word and complain about everything the original post didn't said

Call your friends, let them send death threats too

✨️ Everyone can say whatever they wants!! You want to write fanfics about pedophilia? Thats your free speach, my friend! You want to draw racist stuff? Yay! You want make rape content and call it romance? YES! You want to disrepect an entire culture, continent, want to say slurs, want to do everything you can't OUTSIDE the internet and make everyone's life a living hell? There's a place for you!!

If anyone complains, just say:

"You're somehow [incert a prejudice] for disliking it!!

"You're a snowflake!

"If you don't like it, why do you read/see it??"

"I am the victim!!!"

Block the person and make 10 different posts trashing them and offending them even more!!

Post passive-agressive notes no one understand but yourself

Send anon death threats!! So many of them!

And my personal favorite:

🎀"I am not responsable for anyone or anything. If my incredibly problematic and disturbing art is causing a survivor/ minority/ disable/ or any person really to feel bad ... I mean, even tho IT IS what I draw/wrote that made them life shit, I don't care. I just don't care. I am a middle-class white american and my life is sooo sooo bad and that disturbing shit art makes me ✨️cope✨️ so YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME you disgusting snowflake, weak, leftist, peace of shit survivor/minority/etc. Oh, did I trigger something? Was I racist? Did I made your life shit? Oh, that doesn't matter bc I AM THE ONLY PERSON ON THE UNIVERSE!!! Individualism, baby!!! I just don't care at all how I make people feel."🎀

- Read with a Karen voice

✨️ Everyone is so deeply involved in internet discourse, they just forgot what a real problem is✨️

Want to send a death threat to someone that Just. Didn't. Represent. Your. Favorite. Anime Character right?? 😭😭😭

Oh nooo how dare them?? Your problems are sooo big!!! 🥺🥺🥺 You have to make at least 25 posts explaining in 12 paragraphs WHY that is SO RELEVANT and why that hurt you personally!!!

[blwsh-moved]

cute but psycho

[r-oserouge]

something about that conversation between minwoo and suyeon after attorney jang yelled at youngwoo just rubbed the wrong way.

firstly it’s disrepectful to youngwoo to completely ignore all of minwoo’s ableism vitriol, without any sort of acknowledgement, apology, punishment etc. it wasn’t ignorance or lack of education - he fully well knew what he was doing and saying. (also whatever happened to the subplot with tae sumi???)

secondly it’s disrespectful to suyeon (as a woman), to write her as someone who’d stoop so low and flip sides just like that with absolutely no sense of self? she’s better than that and deserves better than that.

[mythiccheroacademia]

Ok so I was wondering if you can do a headcanon for Tokoyami, Tenya, Bakugo and if anything a character of your choice and how they would react to Minetta being a perv and saying...weird fetishizing shit abt they Black S/O? I had this in mind for a while lmao 😓🤛🏾

A/N: The fetishizing shit towards black people has got to go. It’s not a compliment, it’s gross. It’s 2020 and I’m over it. I say we start eradicating people who thinks it’s cute :) I’m sure the boys would have the same idea <3

Warning: cussing, some uncomfortable/grody comments that teeter on sexual assault so please be careful!

Tokoyami Fumikage: 

so it’s just a regular degular day at school and you’re going about your way through the halls 

you weren’t even doing anything extraordinary, just getting some books out of your locker before class

then mineta pops up, leaning against the locker, and looking you up and down with a weird smirk on his face

“hey hot stuff” he says with a wink. “what’s got you looking so voluptious on a tuesday morning?”

you’re already aware of what type of bs mineta is on, but you didnt wanna be mean so you just tried to excuse yourself from the conversation, but he doesnt give you the chance to exit 

he keeps swining around these weird compliments

“i couldn’t help but notice you across the hallway, my chocolate king/queen”

atp, you’re feeling really uncomfortable and you want out, but you have no idea how to go about it without coming off rude 

so you kinda just stand there with a sick feeling in your stomach as mineta tries to put moves on you 

but that all stops when the hallways turns dark and everyone in the room feels the hair on their arms stand

floating over your head like a demon from the seven pits of hell is dark shadow who looks two seconds away from going ballistic

out from behind you, tokoyami stands there with a glare that says:

you better come correct or you finna come up missing

you don’t notice it, but mineta sure as hell does

you’re taken aback when the grape dude just about scurries off for his life but you instantly forget about it when you notice tokoyami behind you and dark shadow nuzzles against your head

he smiles and greets you as you tell him how happy you are to see him, totally forgetting about the mineta situation

y’all go about your regular day undisturbed 

meanwhile, everyone is fucking scared shitless bc they were two seconds away from witnessing a murder scene 

tokoyami don’t play when it comes to you 

Iida Tenya: 

everyone thinks iida is a goody-two-shoes guy who solves his problems through logic and reasoning

and i mean...he does

but this man can get down right scary when someone he loves is threatened

this nigga was out here contemplating murder at 15 bruh

anyways 

there was a moment in time you were going through a growth spurt and your uniform was a bit to short/tight on you 

it wasn’t anything inappropriate but you had to order a new set of uniforms and they wouldnt come in until next week 

you weren’t pressed over it until mineta had the bright idea to start whispering some weird shit to you during class

“hey sweet stuff. i bet you’d look even better in my clothes”

you shoot him a glare. “shut it, dirt bag” you mutter under your breath

“why the hate? i’m just tryna get a bite of you. bet you taste like a hershey’s bar” he flirts, wiggling his eyebrows

you just roll your eyes and focus on taking notes

mineta tries to say something one more time before the class freezes as iida snaps a pen in half 

aizawa looks at him w a raised brow “is everything okay iida?”

“tenya?” you question

he shakes his head and apologizes for interrupting class before retrieving a new writing utensil

class ends and most of your classmates file out leaving you, you bf, and mineta

mineta tries to say something slick one more time

“so if you ever wanna fulfil any sexual fantasies about being conquered then you can hit me u--”

just as you were about cuss the pervet out of the country, iida gets ups, stares down at mineta with a glare that could kill 

the engines on his calves start to warningly rumble and theirs a dark look on iida’s face you havent seen before 

“i suggest you leave in the next five seconds, otherwise i’ll have to put you through a crash course on how to have manners when addressing my s/o”

it’s a chilling threat and mineta is out of there before he even finishes his sentence 

once he’s gone, the mood sort of lightens up. iida’s still a little pissed, but he’s quelled once you give him a soft kiss on his cheek

Bakugo Katsuki: 

idk what the hell mineta was on 

but RIP him bc bakugo’s s/o is not the one to be messed with 

and he learned that the hard way 

you were doing some extra training to practice a difficult move 

you thought you were alone until mineta showed up on the side looking like a walmart brand pimp c (rip) 

without even a hello, lil dude comes in with some mess 

“wow, so you’re out here sweating but you still look delicious. black don’t crack, huh”

you pause 

...bitch wtf?

you instantly shut that shit down

“step away from me before i mop the floor with your ass, you purple ballsack” you warn

he deadass thinks youre trying to flirt back 

“woah, calm down. no need to get all fiesty lil mama~”

“mineta, i will step on you if you don’t go somwhere ong”

he thinks you’re playing hard to get, so he plays along. he leaves with his chest puffed out like he did something and heads back to the lockers

you let out a sigh and try to forget that little encounter

but little did you know that your bf was up in the stands, watching you train

he meant to leave a small bento for you, but he got caught up (aka he missed you and just wanted to stare at you for a min)

and now he’s glad he stayed bc he’s got a bone to pick 

mineta opens his gym locker before it’s slammed shut by a hard fist

bakugo looks like the literal devil as he takes mineta’s shirt in his fist and leans in with a threatening growl

“listen here you rotten little bastard. that little stunt you pulled out there, disrepectful. you ever speak to my--actually, if you ever even think about my y/n, i’ll blow you up so fucking bad they’ll be washing you off the walls for weeks. got it?”

he doesnt even let him answer before he drops him on the floor and walks off 

you happen to meet him as he’s walking out and throw your arms around him totally oblivous to the fact that he’s semi-steaming from what just occured

you give him a kiss for the food he made you and it makes him smirk just in the slightest

he’s always there to watch over you, even if you don’t see it

“can’t have you fucking up during training, so make sure you eat properly okay?”

[elbiotipo]

In a way, I don't think I can really believe and say and claim I know about the legends, mythology and beliefs of peoples I do not belong to, of a language I do not speak.

And yet it does feels disrepectful not to acknowledge them. As a biologist, it feels wrong to enter a forest without tales and without knowing that there is something there, like in every forest in the world, but certainly not the fairies from the tales spread worldwide by Europeans.

I am someone who is of European descent -mostly, though I have no knowledge about my native great-greatparents beyond what my Grandpa knows- but is certainly not European. I was raised in Argentina, in the Litoral, this is my home and identity and I know no other, to consider myself European or just "white" is nonsensical. Yet I was raised in a Latin American culture where the European language, religion and culture was imposed, and yet I was raised with the customs and legends from the original people of this land, from drinking mate to the legends that my dad told me in silent siestas. People that, no doubt, some of my ancestors mistreated. I know so much of the Italian side of my family, to the very villages they came from. From my Spanish side, I know only that my great-great-grandma was born in the boat on the way here "escaping from war", while my grandpa says that "we were always here", because his mother was possibly native. That's all I know, beyond the tales he tells me.

Does all this matter at all? Many people go through all their lives without even knowning who their distant ancestors were, and I'm no exception. Does having native ancestors means anything when I am so far removed from their still living cultures? Am I more or less Argentine that someone whose family has been here before the first European stepped on this soil, or someone who has just arrived by bus looking for work? Does learning Italian because of my heritage makes me more or less European? Does knowing English and writing this in English changes my identity? Is learning about a local legend through a computer screen less 'worth' that having heard it from your family and community? Are those legends really part of my identity? Is there any difference?

Where does culture begins and ends?