#past grooming

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for raven-of-the-bog; the puzzle trap sex-room. tw: discussion of past dubcon/underage sex, past grooming, unhealthy coping mechanisms. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“How are you making that sound like a bad thing?!” Superboy demands, shooting him a dirty look. He isn’t gonna look at Superman right now, no, but Batman is a different story. 

“Because any normal person would be traumatized right now,” Batman says, and Superboy rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Or at least upset.” 

“I’m barely even a person, much less a normal one,” he snorts. “The fuck do I care about letting somebody get to third base or whatever? I could’ve stopped him if I’d wanted to.” 

“If you’d been willing to let him die, yes,” Batman says. “Which most people would consider extenuating circumstances, so far as establishing consent goes.” 

“So what?” Superboy says, scowling at him again and making a dismissive gesture. He still could’ve stopped him. It’s not like he was getting forced or anything. “Look, I got built to be mind-controlled into being a fucking weapon for my whole-ass existence. Five minutes of whoring myself out to save another superhero’s life is a step up, far as I’m concerned.” 

Superman looks pained. Like–not that Superboy’s looking at him, but his TTK can tell. Passive perception and all. He refuses to look at him right now, though, pained or not. 

Like–no, he is definitely not looking at Superman right now. 

“Jesus,” Robin mutters under his breath. Superboy spares him a glower. The prick could at least be a little grateful for the “saving his life” thing and back him up here. Like, he can be pissed about how he did it, obviously, but still. 

He’s just feeling kinda backed into a corner and a little ganged up on right now, okay, and he’d appreciate someone not being weird about the stupid death-trap bullshit, okay? 

“You think you’re not a person?” Superman asks with a definitely weird expression. 

Superboy thinks about maybe just disassembling the whole entire Batcave all at once. Maybe he could do that. And then, like, make Superman have to deal with that while he gets the fuck out of Dodge while he’s distracted. Superman’s got super-hearing, yeah, but he knows the guy doesn’t have his heartbeat down like he does Batman’s and Wonder Woman’s and definitely Lois Lane’s, so all he has to do is just keep his mouth shut for a little while and not go home for a couple hours. And by then Superman won’t be keeping an ear out anymore, so they won’t see each other for at least a couple months, and by then this can all just have . . . blown over, maybe, he doesn’t know. 

Something like that. 

“Yeah,” he says, because–he’s not, obviously. Superman knows he’s not, so he doesn’t know why the guy’s asking anyway. 

He isn’t a person. Like, not in a way that counts. So even if all this wasn’t just sex, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. None of it would’ve–

It’s just stupid, that they’re even having this conversation at all. 

[fairyofshampgyu]

[dazii-kons]

I like the idea of Kon getting LITERALLY sick when he thinks/sees someone who’s romantically attracted to him,like he gets genuinely nauseous -mis it with eating issues and you get a week of not being able to do anything other than puke,and that just makes it all worse

He’s just: like what do you mean you wanna hold my hand and hug me and care for me???that’s not have that works bruh

he’s so used to not being seen as a partner but as a “accessory” or in sexual attraction he can’t handle the idea of someone wanting him and not what he can give them

(Especially when you remember how most his love interests ended up)

then add tim “it’s not that I can’t communicate properly I just don’t want to” drake to it or Cassie “I need to be okay so others can rely on me” Sandsmark

[visenyaism]

do you believe daemon groomed rhaenyra? i feel the show tried to make it look very consensual but the book seems otherwise..

yeah he definitely did. I would say that the show did convey this though everything in the first three episodes plus the sneaking her out of the castle leading her into a brothel and making sexual advances towards her is pretty clearly and unequivocally grooming. him leaving before they had sex does not cancel it all out and rhaenyra responding positively to the attention DEFINITELY doesn’t cancel it out.

[a-heart-of-kyber]

I can only speak as a person raised Catholic (heh...), but let me present a wild scenario.

Could you imagine the actual Holy Spirit having a clear and direct sentient influence in your child's life?

With this connection to the Holy Spirit, he starts performing absolutely insane miracles that a Child shouldn't be capable of and by the age of 8 God's chosen priest shows up like "Hey kid, have you heard of our lord and savior Jesus Christ? In my day, he was super sexy. You’re special. I'm going to train you and later you should probably go to a religious school."

And then, by age 17ish, Jesus himself shows up like, "Yes, twas me the whole time. Let me train you one on one my child." And then a year later, your son tells you he's sleeping with Jesus?

Like...does this help anyone understand what happened to Gale better? Or does it help that the Mystra analog is depicted as a man? Do you need me to hold your hand and tell you that even if Gale showed interest, it was on Mystra, as the omniscient god with all the power in the relationship and Future sight?!, to not fucking sleep with the mortal who maybe became an adult 5 minutes ago?

[shaxza]

[nshtn]

I love writing Wesker with a little touch of what he seems to hate so much... humanity.

The one core aspect of his persona is that he was manufactured - abused - created.

The Executive Training School intended to produce sets of controllable psycho-sociopaths - a class worth. Human beings, more complex than tools, rarely turn out how they are meant to - neither Birkin nor Wesker were controllable.

Lisa Trevor was a threat and an intimidation tactic as much as she was an experiment - "this will be you if you don't do what we say", essentially.

Wesker, Birkin, and Alexia were all groomed (literal) under the Doctrine, meant to take over in Spencer's stead when he passed (and meant to fight for the position).

Birkin's hate for Alexia was an intentional machination of Spencer. Wesker was intended to experience it towards Birkin eventually, but ultimately did not.

There is only so much death you can voyeur - unwillingly, willingly, it doesn't change the outcome - until you are no longer empathetic to it.

He's a victim of an insurmountable magnitude of intentional happenings whose scale approaches the Truman trope.

His natural, base inclination is not violence.

Birkin had a much higher kill count than he did in the beginning of his arduous and terrible journey, one that they had both started with the desire for a positive change even after they grew up watching their peers picked off like carrion by Marcus.

Wesker's comment to Birkin after the murder of Marcus is that he does not feel anything - good or bad - and that Marcus was "just another monster".

In RE4, he is more than willing to let people solve his own problems without directly, violently interfering to reach his goals. Only when they require violence does he portray it - his first suggestions aren't needlessly cruel ("ring the church bell", "take advantage of the distraction [Leon] is causing", "use [Leon] to clean up Saddler").

When Wesker initially became suspicious of the Arklays, and he looked upon what he perceived was Spencer's goal, he found the idea of it completely revolting even at its' smallest scale. But he could not flee.

The Arklays were meant to produce a viable strain that Spencer could then himself perfect after shedding the Arklays as a testing ground; it was intentionally set up for the event of Raccoon City to occur, but it was not intended for it to occur at the time that it did.

Spencer admits that he - and Project W as a whole - were raised intentionally to produce tools who would become eugenicists in a similar fashion.

Eventually that bitter lie becomes so numb to Wesker's tongue that it begins to taste sweet. "A lie repeated twice is truth" is a known and very evil propaganda tactic employed by cults and fascists - it is called the 'illusion of truth' in psychology, the curse of familiarity.

He was not born evil, and he's a broken dichotomy of a person who is fundamentally incompatible with life.

[altorav]

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for S; the puzzle trap sex-room. tw: discussion of past dubcon/underage sex, past grooming, unhealthy coping mechanisms. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

"It's fine, Jesus," Superboy says, more than a little frustrated with literally every-fucking-thing at this point. "I mean the pollen and the livestreaming and the deathtrap were all extremely fucking shitty but for, like, the millionth time, it was just sex." 

"Sex with someone that you aren't attracted to who is a gender that you aren't attracted to," Robin says tightly, clenching his fists down by his sides. Superboy does not look anywhere near Superman. 

Goddammit, he thinks. 

"No," he says, just pretending they're alone in this stupid cave because it's not actually cool to make Robin think the situation is any worse than it already is, and Robin's the one who already got upset enough to fucking puke over the situation, so . . . "Like I was kinda annoyed over the hair-pulling thing and you were pretty pushy and I definitely did want a condom involved, but–just, look, that problem is not a problem, alright? Neither of those problems are, uh . . . problems. And what do you care, anyway, nobody's gonna think you're into dick just because you got roofied into oblivion and fucked the only convenient mouth in the room." 

God, though, only he could ever possibly be enough of a fucking loser to end up having to confess to the stupid sexuality crisis he's been having in the fucking Batcave. In front of Batman. In front of Superman! Like–sure, why not, this might as well happen. Why not! 

Robin stares at him. 

"You have a crush on me?" he asks in obvious disbelief. 

"I didn't say I had a crush on you, Jesus," Superboy grumbles, re-folding his arms and very, very firmly still not looking anywhere near Superman. Or anywhere near Batman either, just while he's at it. But admittedly it's mostly Superman he's not looking at. "Ego much, birdboy?" 

"You have a crush on me," Robin repeats, covering his face with his hands again, and Superboy scowls at him and does not blush. "You have a crush on me and I made you go down on me in a deathtrap without even kissing you first." 

"Brush your teeth and we'll talk," Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, since Robin again did very literally just puke in that trash can and all. And like, yeah, the guy doesn't even like guys, but the flippancy is just a reflex at this point. 

Robin splays his fingers and stares at him. 

"Go to therapy and we'll talk," he says. Superboy scowls at him again. Rude. 

“Look who’s fucking talking, Bat-boy,” he says. “Are we all done freaking out about nothing now? Can I go get back to my life, please?” 

“Superboy, if you would be willing to talk to . . . someone . . .” Superman starts in a very careful tone that Superboy immediately hates the sound of. 

“Yeah, no,” he says in exasperation, just–not looking at him, still. “Therapy is for supervillains in Gotham and civilians fresh out of crisis situations, not for perfectly fine active duty superheroes who are just bad at problem-solving under pressure.” 

“You solved the puzzle perfectly, actually,” Batman says, just as neutral as before. 

“How are you making that sound like a bad thing?!” Superboy demands, shooting him a dirty look.

[celestialrealms]

I just noticed Mephisto matches with Barbatos (who is matchy with Diavolo) in the anniversary outfits in his SSR memory card

These three were also the only three who had half masks in the masquerade event!!!

Anyway, The Royals with Mephisto chat group when? We got one for Purgatory Hall with Raphael..... it's just fair !!

And one for Mephisto and Diavolo as well, but also one for Mephisto and Barbatos too. because you can't tell me their relationship isn't deeper than the devs portray when Mephisto has lines like this about Barbatos's room:

[skitskatdacat63]

Ye olde cat boys....

(I'm working on a bigger piece rn, so I colored this sketch in the meantime :DD)

I realized this is basically a more realized version of a sketch from really early boy king days:

[calvin-pascal]

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the rolling hills of Auvergne. The Pascal farm, with its fields of wheat swaying in the breeze, the soft clucking of chickens, and the occasional lowing of cattle, was a place of serene beauty. The stone cottage, nestled by a pond where frogs croaked lazily, stood as a testament to the family's hard work. Calvin Pascal leaned against the weathered stone wall, his gaze drifting to the horizon where the sky met the earth in a seamless blend of colors.

At sixteen, Calvin was tall and strong, with the kind of hands that bore the calluses of years spent tending to the land. His father, Edward, had always said the farm was in his blood, and Calvin believed it. The rhythm of life here, the cycle of seasons, the connection to the earth—it all felt right. Yet, as he watched the sun dip lower, there was something new stirring within him, a restlessness he couldn’t quite name.

It started the day Lucy arrived. She was hired to help with the farmwork, someone to lighten the load for his mother, Anne, and give Elodie more time for her studies. Lucy was in her early twenties, with long, chestnut hair that caught the light just so, and green eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. Freckles dotted her nose, and when she smiled, Calvin felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the sun.

He had been in the barn, pitching hay, when she first arrived. The door creaked open, and there she was, standing in a shaft of sunlight like something out of a dream. Calvin froze, the pitchfork slipping from his hand, and Lucy laughed—a sound like the tinkling of bells.

“You must be Calvin,” she said, her voice smooth and light. “Or should I call you CJ?”

No one had ever called him CJ before. He wasn’t sure where she had picked it up, but the nickname made his heart race. It felt personal, like a secret just between them.

From that day on, she called him CJ every chance she got, always with a playful smile that sent his thoughts spiraling. They spent hours together in the fields, side by side as they planted and harvested, their hands brushing now and then, sending jolts of electricity through him. Sometimes, he would catch her looking at him, her green eyes bright with something he couldn’t quite place, and he wondered if she felt it too—that unspoken connection, that pull.

At night, lying in his small room under the eaves, Calvin would replay their conversations, dissecting every word, every glance. He knew it was foolish, this crush of his. Lucy was older, more experienced, and undoubtedly had men far more interesting than a farm boy like him vying for her attention. But he couldn’t help it. She was everything he had never known he wanted, and she seemed to see him—really see him—in a way that made him feel more alive than ever before.

One evening, as they walked back to the cottage together, the sky ablaze with the colors of sunset, Lucy bumped her shoulder against his.

“You’re a good man, CJ,” she said softly, her voice laced with something that sounded almost tender. “You know that, right?”

Calvin felt his heart stutter in his chest. “I don’t know about that,” he mumbled, suddenly shy under her gaze. He liked that. A man, not a boy. 

She stopped walking and turned to face him, her eyes searching his. “I do.”

For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of them standing there in the fading light. Calvin opened his mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he just stood there, caught in the intensity of her gaze, feeling like the earth might shift beneath him at any second.

Lucy smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made his breath catch. “Good night, CJ,” she whispered, and with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, the warmth of her presence lingering long after she was gone.

As Calvin watched her disappear into the cottage, a new thought took root in his mind, tentative but insistent: Maybe, just maybe, she felt it too.

[riptidesblog]

Season 6 as the "unequal marriage" painting

[transmascutena]

thinking about how akio sees his younger self in utena and wondering if there's any fondness there. doesn't change the horror of what he does to her obviously but i do wonder

[volfoss]

i think honestly what irritates me about yoshidas work SO much is that people will tell you that banana fish is THE gay manga (ignoring the many things that came before it and were more groundbreaking, ie MW literally having on screen (or like. on panel but still.) gay sex in it and that came out like a decade before BF did) when there really isn't barely any gay rep outside of the pedophiles and the one time ash drops the f slur. like im sorry but somehow yasha, a work she wrote in 1996, has more gay rep in it but also has the same issues.

i truly do not get how people can enjoy banana fish with the rampant racism every 2 pages or the rampant sexual assault plotlines (on women and ash bc he is just... written like how yoshida writes women lmao) that are handled IMPOSSIBLY bad and sincerely i hoped yasha would be better because it had been like a decade or so between works. and then it proceeds to continue with the heres our blonde genius protagonist who everyone is weird as fuck to and will sexually harrass and everyone finds it a VERY funny joke to point out how feminine he is when theres barely any women in the work (if you exclude the ones that are being raped/killed/creepy to minors. which to be fair yasha has toned down the sa a LOT) and that its funny that hes kind of gay except not really!! and its just absurd to me how it just persists in all of her stuff because she is not an author that handles gay stuff well. like the scene in banana fish where ash is completely ok getting gang raped and did it solely to get into the hospital when its been SHOWN that he has a lot of trauma with that. and then right after his friend makes a joke at ash's expense about that. like sincerely and genuinely is this what we are hyping up as the old retro gay manga. go read some tezuka and stop reading shit that the most the main characters do is share a kiss in a nonromantic sense and is obsessed w making every gay person be evil!!

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

So like. I've learned so much about this man in the past 48 hours but my final thoughts are:

I'm praying for healing and safety for Maya Henry and all the girls he manipulated/ attacked. I hope his son grows up healthy and loved and that all his loved ones do well to avoid social media for the time being.

That's where my sympathies end. He was manipulated during his youth as well, but I will never feel sorry for abusers.

If you liked the band growing up and have fond memories of makes sense to mourn that experience. But we don't know these people, we only know what they present to us, and Liam already was violent in the public eye.

And that's that from me.