#tw rape and molestation

[meanautisticenbian]

TW // sexual assault

Something that I love about Mithrun, interpreting him as a survivor of sexual violence, is how he represents an aspect of being a survivor that isn’t really talked about that much: wishing that what happened to you was worse.

some people could interpret this as his suicidal ideation, wishing that the goat had killed him instead of leaving him broken and and in pain, and i think that is a perfectly valid interpretation. However this post is about my personal interpretation as another survivor who also has these feelings.

Feelings like this of “I wish it was worse” are very common for survivors, myself included. I don’t want to talk about my experience but all I will say is that it was something that most people would consider “not that bad”. These kinds of thoughts of wishing your abuse was worse is especially common when the sexual abuse in question involves very minimal touching, non contact abuse (harassment, inappropriate comments, grooming, indecency, etc), or in some way are considered “not as bad” because they weren’t raped or molested. But this feeling is also common for survivors of more severe and violent cases of sexual assault.

Regardless, sometimes victims will be left with a feeling of wishing their abuser had finished them off, not just in wishing they had died, but in that they had been more violent, more cruel. Sometimes it’s because they don’t take themselves seriously enough as a victim and thinking that maybe they would if what happened was worse and it doesn’t matter how bad the assault was.

Now it’s made pretty clear that the act of eating one’s desires is a metaphor for sexual assault, and it’s also pretty clear that Mithrun’s experience was an example of extremely brutal rape, leaving him severely injured, barely able to walk, missing an eye, cut off ears, and with no will to live apart from what he thinks is revenge on his assailant. This makes his desire to be finished off all the more heartbreaking. Despite how violent his assault was, he still believed there was more to be done. He knew the demon could have done worse to him and because it didn’t, it meant he wasn’t worthy enough of it.

The demon grows stronger with each desire it consumes, we see this later with the Winged Lion eating every last bit of Thistle’s desires. However despite this it chose to leave just one more desire for Mithrun behind and because it did, it disappeared trying to leave the dungeon.

Knowing this, Mithrun feels like he wasn’t important enough that the demon could take every last desire he had and he feels like he has no purpose. He’s been relegated to vegetable scraps that no one cares about.

The idea that a victim is “lucky” for being assaulted is a very harmful but unfortunately common belief in rape culture. It’s the belief that “if you were assaulted you should be grateful because you were considered desirable enough for someone to take you by force”. This idea is common for all victims regardless of gender or age, however you may have seen this being more normalized when it comes to men and boys who are assaulted by women.

Let me make this clear: sexual assault is not about attraction or lust; it’s about power. Despite this, victims will still internalize this idea that it is about lust even when they know it isn’t. And that is another cause of this phenomenon of victims who wish they went through worse: they internalize this idea that they were assaulted because they were seen as desirable. They conflate their experiences with love, thinking that their abuser loved them, and will sometimes feel the same way.

So then they reflect on what happened to them and they might think that brutality equates to passion. They start to internalize this idea that they are not enough because their abuser wasn’t brutal enough, or because it didn’t last long enough. They feel worthless, infantile, unimportant, like scraps on a dinner plate. A meal delicious enough to consume, but not enough to finish completely.

When Mithrun sees the situation he’s in, cutting up Fallin’s chimera half to be eaten by a large population in order to bring her back. This is what made him realize what his true desire was. He sees how important Fallin is to the people she knows and how willing people are to eat her and he envies her. He wishes the demon had cared about him so much that he would eat every last desire he had, left him more injured. And yet despite his envy, he still wants to help her.

One last point I wanna touch on is what happens after Mithrun Confesses to Kabru what he really desired. Senshi approaches them to tell them about all the good uses for veggie scraps.

That’s when it finally clicks for Mithrun. All he really needed to be told was that he mattered.

Hope you all enjoyed this little essay bc it’s 2 am by the time i’m writing this and it won’t even post until morning

[wearthegrudge]

a slipknot fandom rant (TW: RAPE MENTIONED)

okay, so, i rarely repost slipknot stuff anymore and ill tell you all why, this is kinda long so if you dont want to read it , thats fine but i need to get it out.

the fandom is full of weirdo rape lovers, i dont get it, as someone who was almost raped in high school, it was genuinely traumatizing. i dont know whats wrong with some of you weird fucks but if you write rape or have a kink for it- get help. you seriously need reevaluate your morals.

not to mention, the people youre writing about are REAL PEOPLE. theyre not some fictional characters. these are real people with real truama, corey was literally sexually assualted and molested when he was 10 years old yet youre writing about him raping someone or getting raped?

yeah, you're a sick fuck

"If you dont like it dont read it." no shit sherlock thats what i do, but i can still call out how disgusting it is to write rape fics. idgaf if it "Helps with your trauma", it affects REAL PEOPLE. Fiction can affect reality, and i wish people would see that.

if i get hate comments, just know that your the issue, you glorify rape, you condone rape, you have a kink for rape. get fucking help.

its absolutely horrific how many rape fics there are on wattpad and ao3, again, THESE ARE REAL PEOPLE. if you want to tell me to die, or to get fucked or whatever, go ahead. but, YOU are part of the problem. get some therapy, and if youre already in therapy, get extra fucking therapy.

this is affecting real people. get help.

[reidsmanuscript]

Moral and Ethics.

Summary: if you had the chance to punish a monster and get away with it the same way they did, would you do it? would you feel guilty or maybe even enjoy it? Pairing: lawyer!reader Genre: suspense? idk how to categorize this READ A/N WC: 800! TW: murder, blood, reader as unsub? torture if u squint, female rage! A/N: this is placed inside lawyer!reader's mind, she's a morally grey characther and if u're not comfortable with that is okay, this is me verbalizing and taking to the extreme what every woman has ever felt once in their life, SPENCER APPEARS ONLY SLIGHTLY AT THE END, this is fiction and i like to have fun with it and the characther i built. if u want to know more about reader's past you can find out here

please read it while listening to this song!

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You were dreaming. That much was obvious.

The scene and the characters might change depending on your day, but never what happened. Always the same place: the top of a staircase leading down into a humid basement. You never felt fear or hesitation. Sometimes, you even rested your hand on the railing like you enjoyed the sound of someone straining against their restraints.

There was always music playing in the background—something moody and danceable. This time, it was That’s Life by Frank Sinatra. You pulled the chain hanging from the ceiling, lighting the bulb. And just like always, you were faced with a pair of eyes.

Eyes meant to be seen. Eyes meant to be enjoyed—for their fear. If they even felt it. 

Sometimes they were black. Sometimes crystal blue. Sometimes green. Most of them dead—not dead like corpses, but dead like something twisted and hollow inside. And you were always glad there were no mirrors in this dream. Seeing those eyes reflected in your own would be the end of you.

Anyway, tonight, the eyes belonged to a man you had prosecuted two weeks ago. He’d walked away from the charges—murder and rape of three children.

He had even winked at you when the judge read the verdict.

All because the only witness you had was an undocumented immigrant—someone who had wished you luck with all the sincerity in the world, but couldn’t afford to help. Not when speaking up could cost her everything.

Something that changed from dream to dream was the weapon.

Sometimes it was a gun—clean, distant, and too quick. Sometimes a bat, which felt cliché, but you welcomed it anyway. You’d gone through all of them, really: a hammer, cold and heavy; a tire iron, a kitchen knife. Once, it was a length of barbed wire, wrapped around your wrist like a ribbon. Another time, a fireplace poker, glowing faintly at the tip. You’d used a pair of pliers. A crowbar. A wrench. A meat tenderizer. A belt. A broken bottle. A screwdriver. A corkscrew. 

You picked the weapon on duty up from the workbench with the casual grace of always. The music swelled again—Sinatra’s voice looping back as if the record were scratched: “That's life, that's what all the people say...”

Do you need more details about what happened during the dream?

Well, if you really want to know—sometimes there was a little dialogue. Conversations not meant to be remembered word for word, but heavy with meaning. About how fascinating it was to test the edges of your own morality. To push until the idea of guilt felt like something distant, almost fictional.

How far could you go without feeling ashamed? Without feeling any guilt at all?

Maybe it was because you knew it was a dream. That’s what kept you from crossing a certain line. Or maybe it was because they were always the same type of man—rapists, abusers, pedophiles, molesters, traffickers, predators, monsters. 

Sure, justice with your own hands wasn’t justice at all. But the swing of your arm, the impact against flesh, and the splash of blood on your clothes—it all felt like justice.

The moans of pain and cries for mercy always came. They never stopped you. Sometimes your hands looked like they belonged to your childhood self, small and trembling. Other times, the faces you struck shifted endlessly—replaced over and over by ghosts from your past. 

Eventually, you stopped—exhausted, breath ragged, your hands crimson red, some of the blood soaking into your clothes, sometimes more than others. You wiped the thin layer of sweat from your forehead as Sinatra’s voice floated through the room. “Many times I thought of cutting out, but my heart won't buy it”

The man in front of you was nothing but agonizing, bloody, unrecognizable pulp—one blow away from death. With a final swing, just before your weapon connected, you woke up softly.

Spencer shook you gently. “Get up, heavy dreamer. You’re already ten minutes behind.”

He kissed your forehead as you groaned, stretching slowly, waking beside the man who always pulled you back from the edge.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, adjusting his purple tie.

“Good,” you said with a loose smile. You’d never told him about the dream—and doubted you ever would. But every time you dreamed it, it was a good night of sleep.

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[starlattethesqueakwal]

(TW: MENTIONS OF PROSHIPPERS, RAPE, AND PEDOPHILLIA!) Autistic Swag is a PROSHIPPER!

So recently, it has come to my attention that the creator of the video "Vivziepop is a bad person." is in fact, a proshipper.

The reason this is a concern is:

Vivziepop has now followed MULTIPLE lolicons. Even recently.

Something that does cause REAL LIFE harm to REAL KIDS as REAL children have been lewded by people like Shadman and REAL KIDS have been raped by lolicons in the past.

What Vivziepop drew (and followed and liked) is NOT "harmless."

It was beastiality.

It was CHILDREN!

-and fetishes do NOT eradicate themselves. This has been proven by REAL psycholigists.

So once a lolicon. ALWAYS a lolicon. Especially after 18.

So in reality, people DO have a reason to be disgusted with Vivziepop's fetishes. Especially since they all involve people and things that CANNOT CONSENT!

ANIMALS CANT CONSENT!

CHILDREN CANNOT CONSENT!

VIVZIEPOP'S FETISHES ARE A GOOD REASON TO HATE HER!

I also remember (I cant find it anymore) that Swag commented "Rape kinks is just a fetish! It's harmless!"

When that's not true!

RAPE FETISHES HURT REAL VICTIMS!

All of this is wrong!

If you're reading this Autistic Swag-

Vivziepop's fetishes are ALL HARMFUL FETISHES!

STOP FETISHIZING RAPE!

[sleepysugarr]

Incoming rant about tws

TW MENTION OF RAPE AND MOLESTATION

I HATE how normalized some things are here, esp paraphilic things. Yes, openly talk about your paraphilias all you want on your acct, who am I to stop you, but PLEASE put tws??? I just saw someone talking about wanting to be molested and raped and there were no tws at ALL like omg can we normalize adding warnings to very triggering topics?? Is that crazy to say????? Jesus Christ