#past grooming

[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.

[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?

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

I am so fucking angry about Dream stans (mostly on Twitter, though they are here) being like “can you BELIEVE people are upset that a minor 😱😱😱 was messaging with an ADULT!! LMAOO wait until they get into the real world and find out that 17 year olds can be friends with 25 year olds. Next they’re gonna call Tommy messaging Schlatt dangerous!!”

It was not that she was 17 and Dream was 20. The age gap was not the issue.

It was that Dream had a position of power over her and abused it. 

He knew he had this position from the very start, as she was a fan of his and their first messages with each other was her telling him how much his content had helped her through depression.

[Image ID: a screenshot of an Instagram direct message to Dream that reads “Hi, the chances of you seeing this are very slim, but I wanted to let you know that your content makes me sooo happy. Ive been really depressed lately, all thats going on in the world and in my life and your videos give me one more reason to stay. You know how people type “LMAO” and dont actually laugh? I actually sit in bed laughing when im watching you. That means a lot [Unclear emoji]. Love you Dream!❤️ -Amanda”. Dream replied and wrote “aw thank you for the kind words :)”. End ID]

This means that he knew full well that her wellbeing was somewhat dependant on his content. She says that his videos gave her one more reason to stay alive.

He confirmed that the Instagram messages are real. 

[Image ID: a screenshot of Dream’s twitlonger regarding the allegations that reads “The second thread had instagram dms from me, again, having friendly normal conversation and nothing inappropriate. I believe these message are real as well. Once”. End ID]

Thusly, the Snapchat messages that haven’t been deleted are, without a doubt, real, because he tells her the name of his private Snapchat in the Instagram messages. They cannot be ignored.

It is incredibly inappropriate for Dream to message her on Snapchat knowing that she was 17 and a fan at the time and that messages can easily be erased. That on its own would be uncomfortable, but he was talking to her in a flirtatious manner.

[Image ID: a screenshot of a Snapchat message by Dream/Clay that is a reply to a video sent by Amanda that reads “ur gorgeous as fuck”. End ID]

This is not normal, friendly behavior. Especially with a fan who is underage and has said that she is emotionally invested in his content.

This is predatory. Several girls have come forward. This proves that Dream not only has more than once, but likely will again, use his platform and power to engage in sexual relationships with underage girls.

He cannot have a platform anymore.

Please, read this post about the Snapchat messages, this post about why Tommy messaging Schlatt and other CCs was completely different, and these two threads about his response to the situation (thread one) (thread two) and how it was manipulative and more focused on his audience rather than adressing the allegations. 

This thread includes most of the information regarding the situation.

[shaxza]

[altorav]

[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.

[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

[riptidesblog]

Season 6 as the "unequal marriage" painting

[flowers-in-the-basement]

(yet another attempt at writing baby Sammy)

Dean used to always sleep in the same bed as him. They used to curl up together, "body heat" dee would always say, as if he didn't wanna cuddle. Now things have gotten weird, weird enough that pretty much every minute dad and dean are telling him to not tell the teachers, "remember, they can't know"

They still sleep in the same bed together, but it's different this time. Dean never stays for long, just does that thing with his mouth, starts crying and leaves. Sam always tries to tell him that its okay! That it can't be that bad if it feels so good.

It always makes dean cry harder.

The worst part is that when he leaves their bed he always goes to dad's. They used to play the same games that dean and him play now. But that was a lot times ago, it stopped just after a teacher kept dean a long item after school. Dee and dad talked a lot time after that, too quiet for Sam to hear.

[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!!

[batarangsoundsdumb]

you, the woke mob: dont light fire to the oval

me, an in(cel)tellectuale: *the accidental third testicle of my penis shaped courtyard fire sets fire to the school i just got fired from*

[ducksstab]

julian koster my parasocial worst enemy ever i hate him so much

[dunmeshiminimumwage]