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roseygoldee · 3 days ago

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ts!ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader - 18+

when wakatoshi told you he had a surprise for you, the first thing that came to your mind was a fancy dinner somewhere. it's not that your boyfriend lacks creativity, but he tends to stick to what he knows best. exploring isn't really his thing, not because he's scared of going out of his comfort zone - even if this does play a part too - but because he doesn't want to end up disappointing you. that's why your dates are all pretty much the same: him waiting for you to come out of your apartment with a single rose - something beautiful for someone beautiful, is what he told you on your first date with that serious, unflinching tone of his, words that have never left your brain since then -, dinner at one of your favorite restaurants, a walk around the neighbourhood arm in arm while you blabber about everything that comes to mind and he listens like your voice is the most beautiful song he's ever heard in his life.

considering he doesn't listen to music much - something you didn't think humanly possible until you met him -, this may very well be the case.

contrary to what people may think, you don't mind the repetitiveness. your dates with him are an anchor, a guarantee that never fails to make you feel safe, because they're a reflection of what you two are and always have been: steady.

that's why your jaw almost dropped to the floor when, after the usual dinner, he didn't offer you his arm to go for a walk, but drove you to a love hotel instead.

you're pretty sure your soul left your body as soon as you saw the subtle but unmistakable sign on top of the building, your lips parted as you followed him inside the lobby. yes, you've joked about it multiple times - what is it tonight, toshi? dinner and love hotel? or let's settle this in a love hotel, toshi or toshi, if your surroundings have changed when you wake up, don't worry, I kidnapped you and brought you to a love hotel - but you didn't think he would read through the lines. it's not like he's dense, no, but he tends to be a bit of an airhead at times which is kind of funny, to think of him as an airhead since he looks like anything but.

you managed to find your voice only after he was given the key to your room and started leading you toward the elevator, casually pressing the call button as if you weren't currently standing in a fucking love hotel. you blinked, stammered for a moment. <<I- how->>

he just shot you a neutral look. <<you're not exactly subtle when you want something.>>

you really couldn't argue with that.

the room is completely pink. the color and its gradients are everywhere. in the walls and in the floor and in the fluffy carpet and in the dim lights and in the sheets and in the velvety frame of the giant mirror that's positioned in front of the bed and takes up the whole wall. it was kind of funny at first, seeing him shrug off his jacket in that composed way of his while being surrounded by a sea of pink. it stopped being funny when he pushed you on the soft, cloudy bed and told you he chose this room because he thinks the color suits you.

you're naked, lying on your stomach, the sheets under you so smooth that they feel like if water could be woven. for the first time in your life you wish you could have three eyes, all indepedent from each other. it's a bizzarre desire for one to have but a fitting one in this moment. wakatoshi is standing in front of you, at the foot of the bed, bare in all his glory. he's so beautiful, each muscle in his body so sculpted that he looks like one of those statues that you see in art textbooks, the ones the authors usually describe as depicting unrealistic standards of beauty. how are they unrealistic if he's real and breathing and very much in front of you right now?

his large hand caresses your cheek, warm and slightly calloused and making you feel so small, so taken care of that you wish you could just shrink to the size of a fly just to live there. another weird thing to wish for, another fitting one.

<<no. no, love, it's okay. look at yourself. i want you to look at yourself,>> he says in that deep tone of his, and you can't really tell him what you want to tell him - that you're not looking up at him because you feel obligated to but because he's so handsome he's completely changing all your brain chemistry -, not when your lips are wrapped around his cock. he sits hot and heavy on your tongue, taking up space in your mouth in a way that makes your thighs rub together. his mushroom tip is cozily nestled in your throat, its walls spasming around him and he's not even completely in yet. your lips flutter around the hard, smooth flesh, his thumb gently caressing the corner of your mouth and admiring the way it's stretched around the thickness of his cock. he looks down at you with slightly hooded eyes, the lovely color of them made darker by the dim, pink lighting inside the room that bounces off the delicious curves of his body, as if refusing to taint such perfection.

sometimes it intimidates you, the way he looks so unapproachable, so distant in the way that only gods in paintings can pull off. it's not like he's purposefully cold towards you, but he still is at times and this, especially in the early stages of your relationship, made you wonder. your brain used to be a ruckus of doubts, at least until he was the one to detect the slight puzzlement on your face, the one to initiate a conversation that was long due. and now you still wonder things, yes, but it's mostly about how could you have doubted him when everything is so clear, always has been so clear? you used to look at his stony face and refuse to think that he could really love you, not when his lips never even twitched in your presence, not when he looked at you and you saw nothing there. but his eyes have never been empty, no. his eyes are the fullest when they're on you, like right now, especially right now.

<<please. you look really beautiful and i want you to see it too,>> he insists, and you don't miss the slight hitch in his voice, the throbbing of his cock against your tongue. you move the muscle, massage the prominent vein running along the underside of him, and for a moment you find yourself truly entranced by the sharp lines of his face, so cutting that they look like someone drew them there with the best pencil in their arsenal and a lot, a lot of love. but then his thumb is stroking the stretched corner of your mouth again and you decide to appease him. your eyes shift behind him, to the giant mirror that occupies the entire wall. what you see there is enough to make your mouth water, pretty much in the literal sense if the way he wipes a drop of drool off your bottom lip is of any indication.

the mirror reflects the perfect lines of his body, which is positioned sideways so you can look at yourself too. your eyes caress over the strong, broad expanse of his back - muscles flexing, each swell of them underlined by the dim, pink lights -, over his tight waist, the sculpted curve of his ass, his powerful thigh, the other now resting on the mattress in a loose knelt position. you glance at yourself then but your focus is still completely on him, on the part of his cock that is still excluded from the tight heat of your mouth, on his hands - one cupping your cheek and the other encasing your jaw, long, rough fingers slightly squeezing your cheeks together.

as if you're done with a particularly challenging homework, your eyes snap back to his own. wakatoshi shakes his head. <<eyes on the mirror,>> he rasps, his voice wavering for a moment until he's letting out a soft breath. you hesitate a moment, then obey, a slight moan vibrating around his hard cock when he slowly, carefully, starts moving his hips. he gives you a couple of shallow thrusts before you're feeling the ridged, delicious flesh of his erection slide out until only his tip is still enveloped by your lips. he gently squeezes your cheeks, murmurs let me see, and you don't need to hear more: your tongue lolls out, and you watch in the mirror as he rubs his tip on its wet surface. he hisses softly, drops of salty precome hitting your tastebuds.

<<is this what you wanted?>> he asks, still rubbing his tip on your tongue.

you blink, not sure what he means, and nod when you think he's referring to what you're doing right now.

<<the hotel, love,>> he corrects you, the smallest, faintest twitch of the corner of his lips. he feeds you his cock again, inch by inch, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. your eyes briefly snap to the mirror again as he tilts his head back, his adam's apple bobbing. every reaction of his holds a solemn shade, elegant, graceful. not stiff, not rigid, like one would think at first glance. it's a common mistake, one you don't even fault anymore, because only a very sharp eye could tell the difference between obtuse stiffness and calm deliberation. you couldn't too at first, but then you spent time with him, listened to his silence, to all the words he doesn't say, and really started seeing him.

your soft hum of confirmation sounds around his hot, heavy cock, your hand coming up to replace his fingers as you wrap it around his base. <<it is,>> you breathe when you pull him out of your mouth. he lowers his eyes to look at you, and you don't miss the soft way in which his lips are parted, the faint slackness of his jaw that makes you grin. <<thanks, toshi,>> you add in a faint purr before leaving a kitten lick just under his head, at that spot that never fails to make him shiver. and he does. iou know because his fingers, the ones wrapped around your jaw, move in the smallest twitch against your skin.

and it's funny, you think, that when people look at the two of you, recognize the visible difference in the way you and wakatoshi carry yourselves, they shoot you small looks that say oh honey, are you sure? they don't know you got him wrapped all around your finger, but you do and he does too and that's enough for the both of you.

you take him back in your mouth, eyes completely disregarding the mirror because you'd rather take him in from this angle, this angle that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. he exhales softly, gently pushes your hair back with a large palm that then cups your cheek as his hips go back to moving in slight thrusts. he's not looking at you anymore, or at least not directly, head turned toward the mirror and gifting you the delicious sight of his jawline. he's looking at himself and he's looking at you and mostly he's looking at the way the hard line of his cock is hugged by your lips. you can feel him in your throat now, the hypnotic movements of his hips reaching deeper.

<<good?>> he murmurs, voice raspy as he brushes his thumb against your cheek.

the soft sound you let out is enough to comfort him and his eyebrows furrow slightly in pleasure when you start bobbing your head in time with him, setting into a steady pace that makes him feel like someone has linked his organs together with a single thread and is now pulling on said thread. he looks at you through the mirror, lidded eyes following the line of your body as it lies on the silk sheets, bathing in pink light that envelops you in an aura that, to him, is almost sacred.

<<'m there, love,>> he murmurs, deep voice rattling your bones, and you know why he's warning you. you give a sharp suck that works better than any vocal response ever could.

wakatoshi sighs, always so silent, just puffs of air and dragged breaths leaving his perfect lips. his pink tongue darts out for a moment to wet them, other hand laced through your hair. your eyes run down his sharp face, down the hollow of his collarbone, to his tight abs. the muscle of his thigh, the one bent on the mattress, flexes just once and your eyes dart up to find his olive ones just before they snap shut when he cups the back of your neck, bends a little over you, lets out a barely audible groan that scratches that itch in your brain just right. his taste is mesmerizing as always, it sucks every thought from your blurred mind, it makes you want more more more. and when he pulls out from the warm, tight heat of your mouth, shoots an absentminded glance to the mirror and then tips your chin up to claim your lips in a featherlight kiss, you know you are getting said more.

the feeling of the silky fabric under your back is barely registered. all you know is the kisses that his body presses on your own everytime his skin brushes against yours and the fact that, from now on, your dates will consist of one more activity.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

i have absolutely no idea why there's so much simping in this considering i don't even like ushijima all that much but oh well

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #ushijima smut #haikyuu ushijima

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biteofcherry · 7 months ago

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Eva 💖 I’m not prepared at all but I’d like to submit……

For the babe lottery of course: Curtis Everett 💖

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Working at a small pub in a small town was a complete opposite of the dreams you used to have. Those of being a bold professional, cutting down the streets of New York in Louboutins and spending Friday evenings with your equally successful girlfriends, drinking Cosmo like they did in Sex In The City.

It's not that your dreams were unrealistic. Quite the contrary. You were halfway there: securing yourself a high position in the firm, affording a great apartment, owning two pairs of Louboutins.

But the work was so demanding and murderous that there was no time for free weekends and drinking colorful cocktails with your friends.

Friends, who weren't really there for you, unless you could share a scoop that boosted their work.

There were many handsome men in fancy suits around you, but they all were too focused on gains, business wars and fucking their assistants.

Month by month you felt drained and lost and hating everything about your life. Until you snapped.

Your mother called it a mental breakdown, since she couldn't comprehend the sudden decision to sell your apartment and buy a house in the middle of fucking nowhere.

She was even worse at accepting you falling down from the grace of high position into the disgusting role of a bartender slash waitress slash who knows what at a small pub.

It wasn't even a place where you could wear your pretty high heels and chic dresses.

But it was a place where you felt comfort, camaraderie, slow pace of life being truly enjoyed.

Sure, there were occasional drunken arguments, but your boss and the owner of the pub dealt with them quickly and without much force.

Curtis presence might have been the best part of your job. So unlike any of the bosses from your past. He had his standards he wanted to be met, but there were no mind games, no pressure, no yelling.

It was easy to say "Yes, Curtis," to anything he asked.

And with time you said it more and more eagerly.

When he told you to leave early, because a snowstorm was coming. "Yes, Curtis."

When he asked to come early and help scrub the bar clean, because a couple of locals wanted to host a birthday party. "Yes, Curtis."

When he warned you to be careful around Pete, who liked to flirt with you. "Yes, Curtis."

When he asked if you'd like to eat with him, because he was making a pot roast. "Yes, Curtis."

But when he locked the bar after the last customer, took the glass that you were polishing out of your hands, placed his hands on the bartop on both sides of your body and boldly asked you in that raspy voice to come upstairs with him, so he could take off your underwear and feast on your cunt?

You were speechless.

"Hmm," Curtis hummed, smirking at the way you shivered when he pressed closer. "I'm waiting for that sweetly obedient Yes, Curtis."

#vonalyn #eva's new year eve babe lottery #the babe lottery

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changingplumbob · 19 days ago

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Can we get some better pictures of Byron's tattoos please? Cause he's lookin like a snack 😋

What a coincidence! The end of this week brings about the end of this arc and I'm closing it with some posts that pretend to be a magazine article. I just so happen to have shirtless Byron pics that didn't make the cut...

I specifically put him in jeans that had holes that you could peek at his cupid through, then forgot to take any pics to show it off 🫠 It is still there, on his left thigh, and Daniela still gives it plenty of attention. The pics coming on my Sunday have better views of the new flower tattoo.

Anyway I'm thinking next he'll go for something on his chest/back. I did find this cool Medusa one but I'm not sure if it'll suit him because he's not a big history guy (that was all Melina).

I'm happy with how he's looking physically. My main worry with him working out was that he might end up skinny and muscular. While I want him to look fit I never wanted him to look thin, he just doesn't have the genes for that to make sense.

I think it's because the only work out I have him do is boxing. So it feels like he's building muscle while maintaining weight. He did go jogging as a teen but he's not chasing unrealistic beauty standards anymore (That's right, he's fine with his round cheeks now, talking about the ones on his face get your mind out the gutter)

Going to use this to talk about one of my must have mods - Fitness Controls by Roburky. While I do not use the expanded fitness limits anymore myself there are several things I love about this mod.

First up it stops teens having a super high metabolism, so they don't all end up skinny as sticks by the time they age up.

Secondly, it SLOWS DOWN (or speeds up if you set it that way) the rate at which sims experience change to their muscle and fat levels. This lets me play with my long lifespans and see gradual change over time, which is more realistic and suits my style.

It also allows you to toggle off changes to non active sims appearance. They won't change just because they're forever in the background eating a muffin or if they always spawn at gyms.

#sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr #SBL02 #SBL02W16

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comfortless · 1 year ago

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what's ur most unconventional Headcanon? like ones you have that most of the fandom doesn't agree with. mine is that I don't think h's 6'10, in my mind he's closer to 6'6 or 6'7. Also I don't think he would be the most caring bf 😶😶 like not abusive or anything, but to me he will almost always prioritize himself in the long run

HA… well….. i do not think any of mine are too strange! but i can not ever shush when someone has lent an ear to listen!!

warning for nsfw content, mentions of injury, and unhealthy relationship stuff below the cut.

i agree with you about his height. he’s significantly taller than Simon, but i would place him at 6’7”-6’8” max. i’m no health or military expert, but i do not think that he could do the work that he does efficiently if he were a complete Goliath. he would stand out so easily! and there are a slew of issues that can stem from someone being “too tall”. he probably doesn’t have the best posture, either.

i love the conventionally attractive, long-haired König headcanons, they’re fun! but ultimately… very, very unrealistic for my interpretation of König. i tend to side with Salome and Ghost when it comes to their takes on how he actually looks under the hood. his character description suggests that his face is scary, and judging by the game that he’s in, i do not think that the other operators are going to find some goth guy nor… Jim Boeven… to be worthy of such a rumor!

König’s face is always going to be a fluctuating thing for me, heavily dependent on the setting/time period i’m shoving him into or reading about. the thing that’s stuck with me however has always been facial scarring!! where he got it? who knows… i mentioned it on my headcanons post, but the cause is just as changing as his appearance.

i like the thought of him being a little different looking: crooked teeth, pockmarks, maybe a harelip or a broken nose, burn scars, something. maybe his hair is so light it simply looks as if he doesn’t have eyebrows. maybe a combination of all of those things! the less conventionally attractive the better, it’s not his face that had us scrambling from the rafters with our hearts in our hands, after all. though i am and always will be a glitched default face model König defender. it’s just so unbearably adorable to think of that soft, sad-eyed face making that much noise while he’s rushing around in battle. ):

and though i believe he would have the best intentions at heart… you are right, he is likely a very selfish lover. still hopelessly devoted and needy, but he would be the king of double standards. most decisions are made with his preferences in mind, and the bullying has stuck with him. König is insecure as hell when it comes to anything but his skills in killing or bashing through a door.

he likes the idea of you dressing up for him, but he’s also actively pulling up your dress/top to hide your cleavage if he even thinks another man may have glanced your way. yet… he will go to the gym shirtless, and if other women happen to ogle him, well it’s just fine because he didn’t notice them anyway.

you don’t like the house you’re living in when you move in together? well he does, you’re staying… he’ll just fix it up a little to better suit your needs. even if he screws up setting up a new counter or painting, that can all be fixed.

you want to go out with your friends? he should be allowed to come with you… spending time with you makes him happy. why wouldn’t you want him to come too? yet, when he wants time alone to focus on his aim, decompress with a book, or mess around with a vehicle or a house project, you’re expected to leave him be.

he’s too blunt about what he does for work, doesn’t bat an eye when he tells you he put a bullet through someone’s head and watched the spray. he’s so used to it, it doesn’t even faze him anymore, but… you don’t want to hear about it? oh that must mean you think he’s something filthy or worse. he’s not going to cry, but he might bring it up when you tell him about something you enjoy.

just ridiculous, petty things that would drive most up a wall, but he’s firm in whatever he decides. there’s always a little room for compromise, but not much without an argument.

he has his savings account and the house is in his name in case you decide to leave. it would gut him, of course, but a part of him also expects it.

he’s not above begging for you to stay, trying any way that he can to convince you, but… he’s never expected to have things handed to him easily. his childhood wasn’t the best, why would his adulthood be any better? the way he sees it is simple: he doesn’t hit you, his cock and heart are reserved solely for you, if you can’t love him enough to stay, then… maybe you’re not any different from the people he’s known before.

he’s self aware enough to know he can be a complete arschloch, thinks with his cock more than his brain, but he’s completely lost when it comes to matters like love. he wants to console you when you cry, when you’re angry, but asking you a dozen times just why you feel such a way while squishing you into a too-tight embrace doesn’t help much. his search history is filled with things like “why is my girlfriend mad at me” or “how to make a woman stop ignoring me”. his communication toward you isn’t great, but he tries in his own way. very easy to break an argument up when he tells you some silly, scripted thing like, “I’m here for you. I’m listening.” when under normal circumstances he’s staring at you with wide-eyes and swallowing hard the very second you seem a little ruffled. you tell him to stop reciting some guide he read online, and he’s immediately worried sick you’re going to think him a complete fool, in utter denial about ever having searched something like that up.

can’t see him as being god’s gift to women in the bedroom at all. König has probably watched a lot of porn. he doesn’t care for the scripted, practiced stuff, but his tastes have always been a little odd. the amateur, solo stuff is what piques his interest the most. he knows a vibrator can make a woman come, knows that a dildo can be nice too if she sets the pace. what he’s watched with a proper couple, well… the men are always smaller than him. the terms and dynamics are lost on him, he knows what a safe word is and that he should be a gentleman and make sure his partner finishes too, but each time that’s happened has been a miracle really. he’s not a virgin, but he’s never had a partner long enough to bother learning. if he can make you feel good and vice versa, that’s enough, right..?!

he’s not going to bludgeon you with his dick, he knows he’s a bit too big and thick to just fuck you recklessly, but often times he does get excited or fretful— too deep or too shallow, flicks your clit like it’s indestructible or keeps his head between your thighs waaay after you’ve already come. he’ll stop when you ask, when you’re teary eyed and overstimulated repeating the ridiculous German word he makes you use. not above begging you to use your hand on him instead, though…

switching positions is difficult if you’re a lot smaller than him. he’s not against having you on your knees, but he wants to be so close, pant into your ear about how good you feel, smother you with his weight all the while. missionary is a nightmare because he’s drooly and comes far too quickly when he can see your face and overpower you like this, cue further squishing even after he’s done; you’re likely going to be lying beneath him all night. cowgirl seems to work best, though he’s a bit too fond of having your tits so accessible - expect biting!!

when i try to think of König with any sort of hobby my mind just blanks. i think he would try a lot, but never stick to one thing! he’s got a few sporadic collections, but nothing he keeps up with to the same caliber as his guns and knives. books are often half-finished these days, keeping focused long enough to sit through a puzzle or the like is rare. definitely longs to have something for comfort that isn’t some winding trail to no where or suffocating you in himself to just have a hint of what it feels like to be entirely happy and ‘normal’.

he’s become a bit of an amalgamation of all of the things he liked as a child: knights with their swords he thinks of as his knives, deities with bolts of thunder cascading from their hands like the bullets from his guns, loves in the way he read men of myths fall in love - utterly unfathomably devoted but always the leader… if he could he would probably whisk himself and the object of his affection to another place entirely where he could be someone deserving: someone who’s loved despite the way that he looks or behaves, someone who’s never had to question what love was at all.

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serpentface · 2 years ago

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I've been a fan of your work for a bit now and I gotta say your creature design is peak! What is your process?

Thank you! The vast majority of my creature design here is just taking parts of the irl earth tree of life and going 'what if the niche was different', so this does not necessarily apply to settings that are fully alien (though some core elements would apply universally to any 'grounded' creature design)

When looking at the tree of life you will find a lot of patterns in unrelated animals who have adapted for the same purposes. For example raptorial claws are extremely common in ambush hunting arthropods and occur in very similar shapes in entirely unrelated species, because they are highly efficient adaptations of arthropod limbs to grasp and hold onto prey)

(water scorpion, mantis, mantisfly, whip scorpion, ambush bug, mantis shrimp)

So a lot of design questions are answered by asking about the imaginary animal's niche and referencing real life animals that fill this niche

Like these are anatomically based on pterosaurs, but addressing the question of 'what if pterosaurs expanded to a similar niche to penguins (flightless swimming predatory birds of fish and squid) and a branch from there became fully aquatic (filling predatory niches closer to dolphins or seals). '

I think the key to making it feel naturalistic is to not FORCE it to fit the mold. The question is not 'what if x was shaped like y' but 'if x occupied y niche, what adaptations would be most advantageous/are most common in extant analogous animals?'

Uhrwal (dolphin looking ones) reference a mixture of dolphins and penguins in terms of head shape, as they have beaks and this is a likelier route than something more seal-like or etc. They are egg layers and by necessity have ties to the land, so the rest of their anatomy references pinnipeds (quadrupedal, haul out to reproduce) more heavily. They also have whiskers for prey detection, mostly because I love giving things whiskers but it's plausible in that most animals in similar niches have whiskers and those that don't (cetaceans, analogous fish species) have echolocation or other senses (chemical, electrical) that assist in prey detection which a pterosaur is less likely to develop than simply modifying their pycnofibers into whiskers

Tiviit very very very heavily reference penguins as they are basically in the exact same niche (semi aquatic previously flighted beaked egg layers), but remain quadrupedal (like pterosaurs) rather than bipedal (like avians) and their anatomy is adjusted to suit this. Varkheshi (big tiviit, bottom right) hunt large prey (rather than fish and squid) fill a niche that no penguin/bird in general actually occupies, and have hooked and serrated beaks to bleed prey and bulky heads with large muscle attachments for increased bite force to rip and tear flesh of subdued prey items. Etc.

Beyond that, I'm extensively referencing similar animals for details like coloration and etc. There's no dolphins or penguins/seabirds with the Exact color and patterning shown here, but similar colors and patterning are very common.

It's pretty different with the sophonts because I've basically worked backwards with them and have had to brute force their designs into realism

The setting was originally more of a standard fantasy with most of the nonhuman ones being basically anthros, or otherwise very unrealistic and unsatisfying designs for what turned into a very grounded setting.

So I kind of had to brute force them into a place on the evolutionary tree and attempt to have satisfying answers to 'why are they walking upright?' 'why do they have hands?' 'how do they use tools?'.

Which btw is REALLY not a good way to go about this process if you're aiming for realism, because it will back you into corners where you have to choose between bullshitting heavily or scrapping key elements altogether, and I had to wipe the slate almost entirely in a couple of places to come to a design/premise I'm satisfied with (especially archin, which used to be 3 ft tall anthro bees). And there's still a LOT of questionable elements in these designs, like I don't think I've made a satisfactory excuse for qilik to have hands or done a good job on said hands (a transitional gliding avian would be FAR more likely to use its beak than its increasingly vestigial hands as a manipulating limb). Yotici are also kind of a mess

#Ignore that I'm answering this like. God only knows how many weeks late #blightseed

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friendly-books · 1 month ago

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Artificial conditions

Artificial conditions by Martha Wells

“SecUnits don’t care about the news.” pg. 5 I hope we meet another hacked secunit who does watch the news and is the opposite of Murderbot

“I didn’t care what humans were doing to each other as long as I didn’t have to a) stop it or b) clean up after it” pg. 5 Fair enough

“I was off the company’s inventory, but this was still the Corporation Rim, and I was still property.” pg. 6 Boo

“Then in my skim of the news broadcast I hit an image. It was of me.” pg. 7 Oh no

“I had a plan. Or I would have a plan, once I got an answer to an important question.” pg. 10 Is the question what happened before Muderbot hacked the gov module?

“Then, through my feed, something said, You were lucky.” pg. 18 Spooky I thought Murderbot was alone

So the ship’s sentiment??

“Maybe it was trying to be friendly and was just awkward at communicating.” pg. 19 Pot meet kettle

“It poked me through the feed and I flicked” pg. 19 Rude

“It could have squashed me like a bug through the feed, pushed through my wall and other defenses and stripped me of my memory.” pg. 20 So eldritch abomination sentient ship?

“How the hell was I supposed to know there were transports sentient enough to be mean.” pg. 20 Ha

“I said, “Okay,” shut down my feed, and huddled down into the chair.” pg. 20 Aww Murderbot’s scared :(

“tortured by clients for amusement” pg. 20 What. No don’t gloss over that Murderbot

“It opened the hatch for me. It wanted me here

Uh oh” pg. 21 Uh oh indeed

“Then it said, You can continue to play the media.

I just huddled there warily

It added, Don’t sulk” pg. 21 Ha

“Then it said, I’m sorry I frightened you

Okay, well if you think I trusted that apology then you don’t know Murderbot.” pg. 22 I think the ship’s just awkward

“I examined it for viral malware and other hazards.

And fuck you, I thought” pg. 24 Ha

“I will refrain from complaint, it said

(Imagine that in the most sarcastic tone you can, and you’ll have some idea of how it sounded.)” pg. 25 Ha

“After three episodes, it got agitated whenever a minor character was killed. When a major character died in the twentieth episode I had to pause seven minutes while it sat there in the feed doing the bot equivalent of staring at the wall, pretending to run a diagnostic.” pg. 25 Poor ship

“It said, The depiction is unrealistic

(You know, just imagine everything it says in the most sarcastic tone possible)” pg. 27 Ha

“You left to travel to RaviHyral Mining Facility Q Station.” pg. 29 To solve a mystery

“Yeah, well, fuck you, too. I thought, and initiated a shutdown sequence.” pg. 30 Ha

“The transport said immediately, That was childish.” pg. 31 Ha

“My crew complement includes teachers and students.” pg. 31 What are you ship? You seem to advanced? To be a transport ship

“I’m a construct. Construct and bots can’t trust each other.” pg. 32 Says who?

“My memory of the incident was particularly purged.” pg. 34 Ouch

“I knew ART (aka Asshole Research Transport)” pg. 34 Ha

“It said I have a full medical suite. Altercations can be made there.” pg. 39 Is ART trying to give Murderbot a makeover?

“Maybe because it was something humans did to sexbot. I was a murderbot, I had to have higher standards.” pg. 41 Higher standards?

“I came back online to find I was at 26 percent capacity.” pg. 48 Oh dear

“ART asked, Do you want to watch media?

I didn’t respond, but it started an episode of Sanctuary Moon anyway.” pg. 50 Aww that’s nice

“It would make it harder for me to pretend not to be a person.” pg. 52 You are a person Murderbot

“They took it off the map.” pg. 52 It’s a cover up dun dun dun

“Yes, the giant transport bot is going to help the construct SecUnit pretend to be human. This will go well.” pg. 55 Ha

“In my feed, ART said, I told you so.” pg. 56 Ha

“Rami admitted, “We know it doesn’t sound like a good idea to go.”

It was a great idea if you wanted to get murdered.” pg. 65 Ha

“One cycle’s share of the contract?” Rami sat up straight. “Really?”

Ter reaction meant I’d asked for far too little,” pg. 68 Oh no

“ART’s freedom to weigh in on everything I did was punishment enough” pg. 70 Ha

“Tlacey bought us passage on a public shuttle,” Rami told me. “That could be a good sign, right?”

“Sure,” I said. It was a terrible sign.” pg. 71 Ha

“I said, You have a weapons system.

ART repeated, For debris deflection.

I was starting to wonder just what kind of university owned ART” pg. 73 Dose ART have missiles? Now you’re wondering, buddy I’ve been wondering 42 pages back

“the bot pilot screamed and died as killware flooded its system” pg. 74 Oh no

“The person you’re going to meet with just tried to kill you.” pg. 78 Yep

“But whoever had removed Ganaka Pit from the map would have been trying to obscure its existence from casual journalists” pg. 81 Cover up

“That was when I felt the ping.” pg. 82 OH NO

“Who the fuck are you?” pg. 83 Rude

“I was looking at a sexbot” pg. 84 Oh hack their government module bot revolution

“I broke his arm and slammed an elbow into his chin” pg. 91 FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

“My Giant Asshole Research Transport” pg. 98 Oh your Giant Asshole Research Transport

“It had been left here, forgotten, slowly dying in the darkness as the hours ticked away.

Not that I was feeling morbid, or anything.” pg. 100 Poetry morbid

“I didn’t know why my performance reliability was dropping.” pg. 103 Trauma?

“In the feed, two human techs had discussed an anomaly” pg. 106 The plot thickens

“In the corridor near the living quarters I found the other ready room the one for the Comfortunits.” pg. 107 Oh

“It meant they had deployed during the “incident.” pg. 108 Oh did they start the incident?

“It said We have a problem.” pg. 111 Oh no

“Tapan was on the one of the upper platforms.” pg. 112 TAPAN what are you doing?!?

“ART said, Tell the human not to touch any surfaces. There may be disease vectors present.” pg. 115 ART is such a mother hen

“I know you’re mad.”

I tried to moderate my expression. “I’m not mad.” I was furious.” pg. 116 Ha

“The sexbot was standing on the other side of the door.” pg. 119 Ah jump scare

“There’s no human controlling you? You’re free?” pg. 123 Robot Revolution Yes Muderbot is free!

“We could kill them.”

Well that was an unusual approach to its dilemma. Kill who? Tlacey?

All of them. The humans here.” pg. 124 What?

“I could feel ART metaphorically clutch its function.” pg. 125 Ha

“if the humans were dead, who would make the media” pg. 125 Ha

“It was so outrageous, it sounded like something a human would say.

Huh.

I said to the sexbot, Is that how Tlacey thinks constructs talk to each other?” pg.125 Oh interesting

“It was a message string, three words. Please help me.” pg. 127 Oh dear

“It was probably a trap.” pg. 128 It’s definitely a trap

“Tapan was reminding me think of Mensah” pg. 129 Aw

“I was only 97 percent certain this meeting was a trap.” pg. 131 I’m 100 percent certain that this is a trap

“Wow I looked uncomfortable” pg. 132 Ha

“I like a mouthy bot. This is going to be interesting-“ pg. 138 Ew :(

“All you had to do was give them the fucking files” pg. 140 Muderbot swore

“When Tapan woke, I was sitting on the MedSystem platform holding her hand.” pg. 146 Aw :)

“No, ART said. Keep it. Maybe we’ll come within range of each other again.” pg. 148 YES!

“Maro nodded. “Okay. This is for you.” She wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed.” pg. 150 Aww

Final thoughts

I enjoyed the book. I hope the Comfortunits get their government module hacked. I desperately want a robot revolution. I hope we learn more about what happened to Ganaka Pit. I like ART and I hope they come back. They’re clearly more than a university bot. I hope Dr. Mensah comes back.

Onto Rogue Protocol

#the muderbot diaries #secunit

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cheesecakeluvrs · 3 months ago

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The internet’s bipolar relationship with women’s bodies

There has been a lot of talk about the sexualization of women in video games recently but specifically Marvel Rivals. This Emma Frost skin was released and of course when men see half of some tits there will always be screaming.

One half of this argument is that this and other skins in the game are showing too much skin and feature unrealistic bodies to where it could be harmful to others perceptions of specifically females. Sexualization is not anything new, especially in Marvel comics.

The other half is that if this is over sexualization then

Something like this would also be over sexualization but nobody ever talks about the male bodies in the game. Despite them being unrealistic standards for men.

So where is the real problem? The problem is something that has been going on for decades in media when it comes to females. The truth is is that despite what the males look like in this game, they will never be as sexualized as the female characters. A woman character could be wearing a whole cloak covering her whole body and she will be sexualized. “Not all men” yes of course not all men but compared to how many girls are sexualizing the male bodies it is not even comparable. It impossible for a female, ANY FEMALE, to be in visual media and not be sexualized. We have seen literal children become sex symbols in history. Males are so uncomfortable and intimidated by female bodies that they will gurgle at the mouth at either anger or pure lust when they see one. I am actually very disappointed in myself for making this post because when the f4 were released into MR I saw so many history and analysis videos come out. It was so cool seeing all these people talking about the f4’s origins and the history of all these costumes but what have I seen about Emma? I have seen one history video and Every. Other. Video. Has either been about her body or her relationship with Scott. Body or relationship with Scott. Body or relationship with Scott. I think this treatment of bodies is something that we should aim for, just normalization of people showing their skin if they so want to, but it’s not something that the internet is ready for. I don’t even know if it will ever be ready for it. So is it right to just give us these characters and skins anyways? Maybe. Is there a money seeking reason to it, of course, if you’re going to have incel teenage boys on the internet who haven’t discovered Instagram models yet go crazy at something like this then sure take their money. I will speak as a women for the women here, I am mad attracted to the men in MR. I think Adam Warlock is one of the most handsome men ever but what is the difference? The difference is that my first reaction to seeing an attractive male character wasn’t to make a mod where they are naked. My first reaction wasn’t to make fan-art of them looking down at me with all their “features” enhanced. My first reaction wasn’t to make jokes about some skin being a gooner skin or saying that I couldn’t play with one hand. I remeber when everyone was tweaking out about Psylockes skin and I mean that girl had like a quarter of her ass out. How absolutely brain dead do you have to be to tweak out after seeing a quarter of an ass? Like that is basically just a normal one-piece woman’s swim suit. A majority of the male community cannot look at an attractive girls body in a game without thinking one of two things, absolute anger or absolute lust. Still both of them seem to be yelling the same things in a giant pit of incel. What do I think? I think that people need to shut up, I used to be angry at the age rating but if you look at the skins who actually cares? Restricting these things will just enforce more and more this idea that a girl who wants to show her body of is out of the ordinary and not something to be normalized. We have normalized male bodies so when do women get a turn? Women’s bodies are not some sacred temple for only the worthy to see. Women’s bodies are a work of art and the women are the artist. I mean if you got your hoohah covered then do whatever you want. Would I like us all to be completely shameless? No, but I would like us to treat each other the same and this constant restrictment of women’s bodies just keeps inforcing the idea that it is something forbidden. Well that’s what I think but also a side note about Emma. She was introduced first in like a mafia sex club, how did you think she was going to dress? (Also I have made this post twice because I was tryna delete some reposts I made of someone who reposted it because I like looking through my own page then accidentally deleted the original…)

#x men #xmen #emma frost #white queen #marvel rivals #marvel #marvel comics

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞

agent!kim sunwoo x agent!fem!reader

6.3k words, enemies 2 implied lovers?, spy au, angst, action, swearing, depictions of violence/blood/weaponry, drinking, UNREALISTIC STANDARDS FOR HOW LONG SOMEONE CAN BLEED OUT T_T, mentions of murder and death, i think that's the bulk of it?

a/n: requests now closed! omg i actually had quite the trouble writing this one 🤧 but i hope it's still enjoyable!! thanks so much @shakalakaboomboo for ur req <3

There was something about the rain tonight that would make the smell of blood even more distinct. The moment you stepped out of the cab, you were hit by a wave of hot, all-consuming heat, accompanied by the insistent drumming of the downpour. The near abandoned streets tonight were doused in the scent of petrichor, and you blinked the water out of your eyes as you made your way toward the entrance of the building of interest.

Just as you had expected, Chanhee had logged your identification into the system, and your card alerted green with no problem. The man standing guard by the scanner passed you a nod. “Evening, Miss.”

You gave a nod back, sweeping your hand through your drenched hair to get it out of your eyes. “Good evening. Is there a bathroom nearby? I’m kind of new to the building.”

He pointed down the hall, around the corner. “Right that way. Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you, too. Stay dry!” You added the last part with a lighthearted smile, coaxing a similar expression from the guard who no doubt had a long night ahead of him. If everything worked out okay, he would still be able to leave alive. If everything worked out perfectly, then everyone could leave this building alive tonight.

You winced to yourself as the soles of your shoes squelched with each step, the shiny marble floors becoming even more shiny as water dripped down to form a trail to the bathroom. You found the ladies’ washroom right where the man had said it would be and let yourself in.

You saw his reflection before you even saw him. Your heart leapt in your chest, but that slowly came back down to Earth when your brain processed who it was. Eyes narrowed, you went over to the middle stall and enclosed yourself within.

“Took you long enough,” Kim Sunwoo, the bane of your existence, drawled. He stood outside of the stalls, leaning against the sink counter, with his body fully equipped with all the necessary items. He seemed to be fully dry, despite it having rained cats and dogs outside. The suit was dry, his hair was dry. Everything about him was pristine and neat and ready to go—howdy doo.

You glared at the door as if you were Superman with x-ray vision and laser eyes. There was a garment bag hanging on the back of the stall that you swiftly unzipped to swap out your drenched clothes with. “What the fuck are you doing in the women’s restroom, you perv?”

“Well, the only other person in here is you, so I wouldn’t say it was much of a scandal. It’s just you, after all,” he replied snidely.

You shivered as the air hit your cold, wet skin, and you hobbled into the pair of dress slacks that were given to you. You really hoped that Chanhee hadn’t given you a pair of chunky loafers just for “fashion’s” sake this time. (You appreciated his fashion advice on any other occasion, except when you were on an assignment.) To your relief, they were a simple pair of flats, and you dug out a note in the left shoe with Chanhee’s scrawl: Found the most boring, “practical” pair of shoes in the closet. You’re welcome.

“Do you ever worry about sounding like an asshole?” You voiced out into the echoey bathroom as you buttoned up your blouse and donned your suit jacket. “Oh, wait. I forgot that assholes don’t have to worry about sounding like an asshole.”

You could hear his eyes roll from behind the door.

Once you were done, you shoved all your sopping wet clothes into the garment bag and stepped out of the stall to twist your hair up and off your shoulders. Sunwoo eyed you from his little corner. There was a screen propped in one of his gloved hands as he went over the schematics of the building and where the two of you needed to go to retrieve the required target before the auction.

“Are we ready, princess?” He asked sarcastically while you double checked the weapons and tools hidden in certain parts of your clothing. Knives, ammo, lock picks, and a gun.

You ignored his mocking nickname for you. "Do you have the money?" You asked him as you both started making your way to the bathroom door.

"No." He nearly crashed face first into your back from how abruptly you stopped. He frowned. "Can you move—?"

You whirled on him. "We can't go to an auction to bid on an item without money," you said, feeling your pulse rise in your neck.

"We can," he huffed, reaching around you to open the door and usher you out, "if we're not there to bid."

"Since when were we not going to bid for it?" Your head went on a swivel, voice low, as you stuck close to Sunwoo on the way over to the private set of elevators further down the hall. It was awfully quiet in the lobby, save for the sounds of your breathing and footsteps.

Sunwoo passed you his device and reached into his jacket pocket to toss you a card on a lanyard. "Since Changmin and I decided it would be easier to just steal the damn thing instead."

Your head raced as you skimmed through the schematics and plans that Sunwoo and Changmin had come up with. These were blueprints of the auction room, neighboring rooms, and vents. Yeah, chunky loafers would not have done you any favors tonight.

But footwear wasn't the problem. The problem was that half the team had gone and decided on a whole new plan without consulting the other half. You jammed your finger against the "up" button to summon the elevator. "Of course, you would go behind my back and just decide this."

He tucked his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. "The director already okayed it. Plus, they weren't willing to give us more money than they approved of."

The elevator doors opened, and the both of you stepped inside. Sunwoo reached over and jammed his thumb against floor forty-two.

You leaned your head against the elevator wall, eyes fluttering closed. You would have throttled the director for not approving of more money being put towards this assignment. You thought it would only make sense since the flash drive that was being auctioned off tonight contained such highly sensitive information. It just didn't make sense.

"If we won the auction the right way," Sunwoo suddenly said as you mentally cartwheeled through about a dozen potential scenarios and concerns, "that would simply put a target on our backs for those who want it. Stealing it first would keep our identities low profile."

You had to admit that his words had some reason to them. You watched the numbers on the elevator tick-tock its way up to level forty-two. "So what's the plan, Oh Mighty One?" You asked, inspecting the card on the lanyard around your neck. It had the same identification as the card you'd used to get into the building, but this one had a special seal in the corner that would no doubt be used to get you into the auction itself.

"You're gonna cut the lights, and I'm gonna steal the drive."

Your head whipped toward him. "You're shitting me. I'm not a man-in-the-chair, Sunwoo."

"Never said you were," he said. "It's just too risky to have us both go for it."

Something creeped into your chest and your fingers clenched around your lanyard. "Don't give me that bullshit," you said, having to pull back a full-on snarl. "Just say you have zero faith in me to my face." It was just like the academy all over again. You could hear his taunts egging you on from across the sparring mat, could envision his gaze cutting toward you with every first rank he received. He was good at almost everything, while you had to haul ass to even get to second.

You were so sick of being underestimated.

He considered you for a moment, but you couldn't look him in the eye, choosing instead to stare straight ahead at the steel doors of the elevator. He opened his mouth to say something, but the elevator slowed to a stop and the two of you had to walk out onto the floor.

The two of you fell into step with one another as you made your way down the hall to the large pair of doors at the end. There were two men stationed on either side, dressed in the typical dark suits and earpieces. Attached to their belts, you noted the shotguns hanging there. If you could get closer, you might be able to identify the model…

"IDs," said the one on the right when you and Sunwoo approached.

You and Sunwoo held your cards face up, and both guards took a device from their back pockets to scan the seals in the corner. When their devices lit up green, they reached for the doors and beckoned you through.

The auction room itself looked cavernous with its wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, ceiling dripping with panels of modern lighting, and pedestals littered about the room like a fancy showroom of expensive black market items. You and Sunwoo stuck together mainly, thankfully not sticking out like a sore thumb thanks to the business smart attire you'd changed into. There were a few people with more luxury branded garments on, but other than that, it seemed Chanhee had hit the dress code right on its nose.

Sunwoo tapped you on the arm with the back of his hand, his fingers subtly marking out the chairs, the second floor railing around the perimeter of the room, and the guarded door by the foot of the stage. "We need a distraction to get in there. Once we get inside, we'll have plenty of time to grab the thingamajig since it's the last on the—"

"Hold on—the thingamajig?" Your face screwed up in incredulity.

"Are you judging? Why are you judging?" He asked, plucking twin flutes of champagne off an orbiting waiter's tray. He handed you one. "Drink this. Act natural."

You rolled your eyes and chugged the glass. While you did think Sunwoo was good at a lot of things, alcohol tolerance was one of the few where you came out on top. Right now, you were going to take full advantage of it because that liquid courage was definitely needed. "You say that like I've never done this before, lightweight."

"Oh, shut up."

You and Sunwoo lingered for a moment, pretending to eye the list of auction items being displayed on the flat screen on stage. According to the countdown timer, the two of you only had a few minutes before—

The lights went out.

A gasp fell over the crowd as you placed your empty glass on a nearby table and grabbed Sunwoo by the upper arm. "That wasn't you, was it?" You whispered to him, making your way toward the side of the room where the back door was.

"Yes, because I can control electricity with my mind," he hissed back at you.

"Everyone, please remain calm—" a man had stepped onto the stage and was attempting to placate everyone in the room. He had his hands held out, an easygoing smile on his face. All of the guards and staff members were holding up emergency flashlights, and a few other guests were beginning to pull out their cellphones.

Yours and Sunwoo's eyes darted from the crowd to the man guarding the back door. To your surprise, you saw the man pause at something in his earpiece, before turning around to enter the door he was guarding.

"Fuck, catch the door," you said to Sunwoo, grabbing the glass out of his hand and shoving him toward the door.

He launched for it, barely shoving his body through the opening before it clicked shit. He grimaced as you caught up to him. "This door is fucking heavy," he said, baring his teeth at you when he noticed you were trying to prevent the champagne from spilling. "Can you put down the damn alcohol, Ln?"

"It might come in handy," you quipped, slipping in through the door behind him.

When the door shut behind you, the hallway was encased in darkness, save for the haunting red EXIT signs above your heads, one at each end of the hallway. You followed Sunwoo's lead since he'd been the one to study the blueprints of this place, your free hand grazing over the pistol hanging from your belt beneath the flap of your suit jacket.

"What the hell happened? That wasn't one of us, was it?" You voiced into the dark.

Sunwoo had whipped out a small flashlight and put the butt in his mouth to hold while he jimmied the opposite door open. "Mm-mm," his answer was muffled, but you knew what he meant. The door fell open a little too easily, and Sunwoo only cocked his head in curiosity for a moment, then he was moving forward.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up when you heard voices echoing from somewhere within this next room. The AC was jacked up to a decently high power here, keeping the room cool and dry for all the items that were supposedly being auctioned. This next room was a labyrinth of shelves, and through them, you could make out the movement of lights slicing through the spaces.

"This feels too easy," you murmured to your partner as the two of you peered through the cracks between shelves.

"Yeah, no kidding," he muttered back. "I think somebody is trying to steal something, too."

"The drive?"

"Could be."

The voices came closer, footsteps shuffling and light swarming through the shelves like visible beams through a thick fog.

You grabbed onto Sunwoo again and yanked his arm over your shoulders. You felt him stiffen. "Act drunk, you idiot," you instructed into his ear, "and when they get close enough, do the thing."

He sent you a look. "The thing? And why do I have to be the drunk one again—"

"Freeze!"

Both you and Sunwoo's heads shot up as bright lights blinded your vision. You couldn't tell how many there were—two? Three? But you felt Sunwoo relax in your hold as he sunk into the role you'd assigned him.

"I'm so sorry," you lamented, holding up the flute of champagne in your hand. "My friend over here just drank waaay too much at the open bar and started wandering."

The lights were nearing. "How did you two get back here?" Asked the same voice.

"The door was unlocked during the power outage! I am so—" Your eyes found the circle shapes of the muzzles of handguns being pointed at you and your partner when they had neared enough, "—sorry. We're just a little lost now."

You squeezed Sunwoo's side as you hobbled the two of you closer to the lights like a damsel in distress. "Just point us in the right direction and we'll be—"

If you didn't know Sunwoo like you did, you probably wouldn't have even registered what just happened. But within the blink of an eye, you felt him leave your grasp, and you tossed the glass of champagne at one of your opponents. "Hey, catch!"

On instinct, the one across from you had to drop something to catch the flying glass of champagne, and unlucky for them, it happened to be their gun. Your foot kicked that sucker like a soccer ball beneath the nearest shelf. You grabbed the champagne out of their hand—thanked them for holding it—then smashed the glass over their head.

Quick and easy, yet your heart was pounding against your chest. What the hell was going on?

When you were finished, you leaned down to pick up the fallen flashlight. Sunwoo was looming over his own opponent with his boot on the man's chest, and he pocketed the spare gun while the flashlight hung from his other hand.

You both looked at each other. "We gotta go."

"I can't believe you made me do the drunk scenario."

"Can you just shut up and focus?"

Navigating the maze of shelving was a lot easier with the flashlights. At least now, both of you could see where you were going without fear of anyone else catching you. But when neither of you found the so-called hard drive you were tasked with retrieving, you were met instead by another door leading out to another unknown location.

Sunwoo dove in headfirst. (Right, he studied the maps. Ugh.) "I have a feeling someone's taken the drive already, so be prepared to shoot."

The next room was a long corridor that sloped downward toward a lone elevator. Creepy.

You scowled. "Like I'm never prepared to shoot?"

His gaze was equally as disgruntled. "Just because you got the highest marks in all of our projectiles classes doesn't mean you'll actually shoot."

That remark was something akin to an arrow to your chest. A muscle feathered in your jaw as he called the elevator up to the floor. "You were the top of class in projectile training; you have a license to kill; and yet, you have zero kills in your stats."

How the…? "I don't have to kill to execute my objective. Those aren't assignments I take," you countered, stepping into the elevator when it opened its jaws for you.

Sunwoo crossed his arms over his chest. "Ln, you didn't even take the gun away from the guy earlier. That is protocol."

"I have a gun—"

"That's not the problem, and you know it." He snarled. He took a step near you, both of your tensions rising, heat boiling between your two gazes, nostrils flared. "Just think about it, huh? How many times could you have made it easier on yourself by shooting your way out of something? You know what I would do to have an aim like yours? It's a fucking gift in this field, Ln. And yet, here you are, too scared to even hold a gun—"

You stepped into his space, got up in his face. "You know fucking nothing about me, so quit acting like you do," you snarled and forced the tremor out of your voice. Your hand fisted at your side, close to the weapon you were cursed and gifted to always be tied to.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek and you were so close to him that you could measure the length of his eyelashes. "What in hell happened to you?"

The elevator dinged. You'd arrived.

You pulled away, mentally shaking yourself away from this conversation. "Don't start acting like you care now."

"I don't," he said as you both walked out of the elevator into a massive underground parking structure beneath the building. "I just need to know that I can count on you if we're in trouble."

"You can," you answered. But there was a microscopic break there, and you were certain he'd heard it, too. There was a question in his stare—he was never as good with guns, but he could fight his way out of a scenario just as well. You were the right choice out of the two of you for anything long range, but the question was if you could still live up to that one-trick reputation.

The underground garage created the perfect echo chamber for loud noises. You and Sunwoo simply followed the audible cacophony coming from further within the garage. Gun rounds were being unloaded without mercy, tire squeals were shut down by no doubt those same gun shots.

You wiped your hand on your pants, sticky from the champagne from earlier, as you and your partner pressed yourselves up against two columns. Just beyond, there was an active shootout taking place—which side had the merchandise, you weren't quite sure of.

Sunwoo signaled to you in a way you recognized from games of capture the flag at the academy. Two fingers swished toward the men behind the cars closest to him, then for you, the ones on your side. Heart hammering against your ribcage, you could only nod, and enclosed your fingers around the handle of the gun in your belt.

You blindly double checked the ammunition loaded up in your firearm, but it was futile since you'd already checked in the bathroom much earlier. It was loaded completely, and very much ready to fire.

You didn't need Sunwoo to signal, because you seemed to know exactly when the other was going to whip around the stone column and take one person out at a time.

Arm—one down—a leg, oh, was that a thigh?—but there went two off your side, as easy as shooting clay pigeons. Instead of a jitteriness filling your nerves, everything seemed to muffle and calm when you had a gun between your fingers. Like second nature, you picked off people (without killing them) before they even realized their mates were gone.

You would nail them in the arm, the shoulder, the butt, the leg, then duck behind the pillar for cover. Guns had become too easy of a game for you.

You barely even noticed that the others on Sunwoo's side started shooting at both of you.

"Fuck," you heard your counterpart curse as he pressed himself against the column.

The two of you connected gazes, and he didn't even have to ask before you were pulling down the hammer again and taking aim—

"LN—YN! BEHIND YOU!"

Your heart lurched into your throat, and you dove.

A line of bullets buried themselves into the concrete where your head had been, and you winced, feeling the burn of concrete through your clothes.

You rolled behind the nearest car, swearing as you clambered to your knees for cover. Somebody had set up a few cars behind you, ready to take you out with an automatic rifle.

"Sunwoo, you need to cover me," you shouted at him, glancing over your shoulder for his visual confirmation.

He gave a firm nod, already leaping into hand-to-hand action and ditching his gun for his more trustworthy melee weapons instead.

Through the windows of the car, you could just make out movement of the gunman. You crawled over to the other side of the car, tracking the feet and legs you could see beneath the vehicles. You reloaded your pistol, smacking the magazine into place, then pressing the hammer down.

Shots suddenly rained down on you, and you pressed yourself further to the ground.

"Come on, come on," you urged, "reload already."

And when you heard that beautiful sound of silence, you yanked yourself to your feet, pointed the barrel through the window, and shot. You heard the curse, and it was enough for you to whip over the back of the car and smack the butt of your gun into their head. The gunman went crashing to the concrete; you tucked your pistol away and picked up the automatic.

The heft of the gun was an old friend—it sank over you in cold realization… how much damage you could do with this.

With pursed lips, you emptied out the gun and kicked it under the car.

You rushed to line up a shot with your pistol to help Sunwoo who was juggling a fight against two others.

He didn't need that much help, but there was the glint of a knife, and you didn't even blink. The bullet buried itself in one of their shoulders, and Sunwoo elbowed him off his back, shoving the other's face into the car in front of him. He yanked his opponent's hair back and smashed their head into the metal again.

"You got it?" You asked him, sliding over the hoods of cars to get back.

He knew what you meant. Blood ran down his nose and there was a purplish cut on his lip. Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he dumped the now unconscious foe to the concrete. "Yeah, it went flying somewhere over there," he inclined his head down a row of cars, and you gave a nod.

The two of you jogged over in the direction Sunwoo asserted and began looking for the discarded drive.

You straightened after ducking beneath a car, but your eyes caught a flash of someone—your instincts lurched.

"Fuck, Sunwoo—!" You had the time to shove him out of the way as the rounds went flying past your heads and you tackled him.

Something pierced into the skin of your shoulder though, and you felt the bullet rip through your clothes and flay your skin as it passed. Your hand slapped over your arm as you fellz Sunwoo's stabilizing you. "Shit, Ln," he said, grasping your good side.

"It's the guy from earlier," you groaned, feeling the blood begin to pool.

"Huh? What guy—"

"The one I didn't take the gun from in the hall." The regret poured into you as swiftly as your blood flowed out of you. "I'll cover you—just find the damn thing."

He sent you a look, but nodded. "Okay."

You were lucky you hadn't been nicked in your good arm, you thought, as you clambered to your knees and peered over the edge of the car.

There he was, the man you'd smashed over the head with a glass. His forehead was bleeding profusely, but he still stumbled toward you, cocking his gun and firing. You ducked, crouching around the car to get to the other side. Mind racing for strategies, you thought you could easily take him down one limb at a time like the others.

All thoughts went flying out the window though when the man started barreling toward you, teeth bared, like a bull seeing red. You yelped as a bullet pelted the ground an inch from your hand. You ducked behind the car, ignoring the pain in your shoulder to palm your gun and aim.

You heard it hit its target.

But he just kept running.

"Are you serious?" You cursed, then regretting it immediately when he threw himself across the hood of the car to knock you down.

You cried out as your head hit the car behind you, the pain stabbing white in your vision. Adrenaline and fear pumped through you as you fought to keep his hands away from your neck. You even found where your bullet had lodged itself and pressed on it.

He grunted at the feeling, nearly twisting your arm off for that. You were trying, trying, trying.

His gun was gone; it didn't matter. You weren't good at hand to hand.

And your grip on his thick fucking wrists slipped. His hands were around your throat. You couldn't breathe—you thrashed around, smashed your gun against his face. He swept your efforts away, determination pressing his thumbs into the hollow—

BANG!

You saw the life drain out of his eyes. He fell over you, blood and a smoking gun sandwiched between your bodies.

Oxygen rushed into your lungs and you coughed. The realization hit you, a hammer striking against the percussion cap.

You just killed this man. You just shot him, point blank.

Oh god—you heaved his limp body off you, his blood staining your clothing, and you felt like Lady Macbeth, scrambling over blood that would not wash away.

"Yn!" Sunwoo's voice.

You wrestled to your hands and knees. "It's not my blood," you coughed, dry gagging at the sight of the pale body, rigid from rigor mortis.

Your mind was everywhere. Another one dead. What if he had a family? What if what if what if—?

"Ln, come on, you're alive. You can do it."

You were on your feet. There was a ringing in your ears from when your head smashed against the car.

Sunwoo ran over to you and threw your good arm over his shoulder to get you to the car he had broken into. "There you go. Hey, I got the drive. How 'bout that?" He wiggled a slim, black tab—the thing that had caused all of tonight's trouble.

You shook out the orbs dancing in your vision. How hard had your head been struck? "It still feels too easy."

"Don't say that," he groaned. "I just wanna get out of this place."

You really shouldn't have spoken so soon.

You heard the shot before you felt it; then the next one, then the next.

Sunwoo twisted around to shoot three rounds himself, silencing one of the people who had gotten the strength to pull himself up for one last try.

All breath left your throat as your hand reached for your lower abdomen. One of the bullets had gone through, piercing the side of your stomach. It had gone all the way through, back to front, the bullet lodged in the metal of the car in front of you.

You couldn't even see which blood stain was yours.

"Nonononono," Sunwoo chanted as your knees buckled and you started slipping to the ground. "Yn—Yn, stay with me," he urged, laying you gently on the ground.

The pain twisted itself until your eyes watered. You thought you tasted blood in your mouth. "Should've shot them dead like you said," you managed to say.

Sunwoo leaned over you, panic wide in his dark eyes as he held your face between his palms. "Yn, honey, you need to stay with me." He pressed his hands over the wounds opening and you screamed, the sound grating against his ears. He knew it hurt—god, he knew, but he needed to stop the bleeding somehow. Oh fuck.

"I'm sorry I screwed up so many times," you grunted to him. You tasted the iron coating your throat and suppressed the urge to cough it all out. You could barely think with the fucking hole in your stomach, but all you knew was that if he wasn't quick, the shot could be fatal.

"I'm gonna get you out of here." You could hear the resolve in his voice, but the shaky undertone, too. You'd never heard his voice shake before. "Don't apologize." Not until I get you out alive.

He scooped you up and you screwed your face up in agony. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your teeth clamping down on your tongue to muffle the screams. There was blood in your mouth.

It hurt. Fucking hell, it hurt.

He went through the motions of wrestling the car door open, laying you in the passenger seat, trying to find something to staunch the bleeding on both sides.

The whole time, you kept your eyes on his face, trying to ingrain his features in your memory. The blood from his nose had partly dried, but the cut on his lips made his bottom one even poutier.

You'd never seen him so worried, or scared, with the crease between his brows. You wanted to reach up and rub it away.

"Hey," you rasped, catching his wild eyes. "Stop fussing over me and drive."

He clicked his tongue, eyes darting between your face and the knot he was tying with the jacket he found in the backseat. "Yah," he said half-heartedly, "don't tell me what to do."

He passed you another glance before shutting your door and running for the driver's seat.

As soon as Sunwoo collapsed into his side of the car, the elevator, from which you'd come, slid open. A flood of guards in armor and equipped with automatic weapons flooded out in a tidal wave. You both swore a colorful line of words.

"Drive, drive, drive—!" You urged, breaking out into coughs, then doubling over when the motion only intensified the bullet wound.

"What do you think I'm doing, woman!" He yelled and the tires squealed as he pulled out of the parking spot to make a mad dash for the exit.

Bullets fired at the car, lodging themselves in the metal and cracking the back windshield. You heard the glass shatter, and you reached for your gun to try and knock some of them off.

Sunwoo shoved your hand down. "Oh, no you don't. Save your energy, hot stuff."

It wasn't until he had navigated you both away safely from harm's way that you really let everything soak into your head. Your blood marinated the car seat beneath you, and you could feel your energy being siphoned toward the gaping hole in your stomach. Reality dawned on you faster and faster.

Did you fear death?

The streets were empty; it was still raining. You were right about the hot rain—it made the blood scent bolder.

Sunwoo made a turn onto a street, and another, to take any lingering tails off.

"I killed someone tonight," you voiced out into the quiet car amongst the humdrum of rain. It drizzled in through the shattered back windshield and onto the backseat.

"It's okay, Yn," he said quietly. "You had to."

You paused, swallowing. You inhaled sharply and you swore you were starting to get used to the throbbing all over your body. "You… you were right."

"You don't have to do that. Save your en—"

"No," you said with more force. His mouth snapped shut. "I just—" your eyes drifted closed for a moment, "—I just wanted to get this off my chest."

When he remained quiet to give you the space to speak, you told him, "What you said in the elevator was right… I uhm, I feel like a coward when I can't stomach a headshot anymore. I just… Sunwoo, I hate who, or what, I become when I have a gun in my hands."

You felt him glance over at you. "You're not a monster, if you think that's what you are," he murmured. You felt his hand cover yours where you were holding your injury.

"I've hurt a lot of people," you admitted, eyes staring out the front windshield. "The organization told me to pull the trigger, and I did. Even in the academy, I never felt good enough unless I was hitting a target." It had become a momentary triumph only, until every hit made you sink deeper and deeper into guilt. You had been tearing yourself apart at the seams, and you could remember those moments, seeing the fallen with people who cared about them rushing to their side.

The twisting in your stomach suddenly didn't feel like it was from the gunshot.

"Your record—"

"My record is doctored," you said blankly. "They wiped it when I gave up being a sniper."

He meditated on that for a moment, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. He winced when he was reminded of the injury there. "I know that I was and have been—not the greatest toward you—and... I'm sorry. I think some part of me just thought it would catch your attention—which is no excuse—but…" His finger tapped on the steering wheel in time with his blinker. "I always thought that you would go far regardless. I thought you'd be recruited as a sniper for the high profile shit."

A smile curled at the corner of your lips. "Yeah?"

He nodded, his own lips pressed together. "Yeah. The best, y'know? And I thought… at least as a sniper, you won't be in the line of fire."

Your chest throbbed. "I still got shot, too, though."

"Yeah, but…" He turned into a barren residential street, no doubt toward the safe house nearby. "They wouldn't be shooting at you, I guess. I dunno. That's what I was telling myself, anyway."

You shifted your head slightly to peer over at him. There was a sincerity to his words that you had almost never remembered hearing out of his mouth. You believed him—you believed that he cared. "Thinking about me in your free time, Kim?"

"You wish," he joked, but it was a weaker comeback.

The house he pulled up to was at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was the standard, cookie cutter suburban house, with its front lawn trimmed and windows dark and lifeless. Sunwoo carefully drove the car into the empty garage for privacy, then ran over to your side to help you out.

You could feel yourself falling out of consciousness with all the blood loss.

Your head was drooping as he picked you up in his arms again. The crease between his brows made a reappearance and with your last bit of strength, you reached up to gently rub it away with your thumb. "Hey… I'm gonna be okay," you whispered to him in the dark and quiet of the garage.

He swallowed, peering down at you. "You better be," he said. "Who's gonna have my back then?"

You smiled since you couldn't laugh. Maybe the blood loss was making you loopy (probably), but you swore he smiled just a teensy bit.

He managed to get you on the couch, and you whimpered at the surface beneath you. He disappeared for a moment, but when he returned, it was with a first aid kit and a phone. "I called headquarters; they'll be here in five," he murmured, kneeling next to you and beginning to peel off the blood coated fabrics.

You hissed, body squirming with whatever energy you had left. "I can't believe I'm still alive."

He huffed and gently applied pressure to the wound with gauze. "The only one who gets to kill you is me. Remember that."

"Yeah, yeah," you panted. "Sew me up or something."

"It's gonna hurt. Wanna hold my hand?"

Your eyes met his. "You're ridiculous." But somehow, he managed to make your heart lurch. Even bleeding out and halfway dead, he could make your heart rate spike.

He gave a shrug as he threaded the needle and you held onto the gauze for the moment. "You know what they say…" his voice softened when you both heard a familiar voice announcing his presence from the front door—Changmin. Backup was here. "Enemies make the best lovers, do they not?"

"Did it take me almost dying for you to think of that one?"

Changmin rushed in with a full kit in his hands and practically shoved Sunwoo out of the way. You bit on your tongue as the newcomer inspected your wound.

Sunwoo leaned over the edge of the couch and grappled at your hand, his other brushing the sweaty hair out of your face. "We're not done with this conversation, okay? You better not die on me."

You squeezed his hand when Changmin began stitching you up. "Wouldn't dream of it."

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atopvisenyashill · 20 days ago

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The reason holiday is so popular is because 1) Borgias costuming and girl was working but 2) she’s attractive conventionally. I don’t think Emma is ugly at all but the fandom is clearly focused on aesthetics.

I think that’s from the fact that the Targaryens are unrealistically pretty. So of course people imagine them to be attractive (eg: Daemon. Matt Smith has a lot of charisma but he is not what I would call “picture perfect attractiveness”, but he has charisma and unconventional attractiveness about him).

Besides the fact that irl historical figures were glazed to oblivion so the mythical beauties might’ve been regular looking, it’s a book to show adaptation, they want actual actors and they’re not gonna hire super models who can’t act because of goons and targ supremacist!! Plus they’re not ugly, so people being fuck ass for no reason.

I aah this because look at who’s casting is the most complimented: Danaerys & Viserys III (GOT). All the edits about “perfect casting”, “Targaryen beauty” “True Targaryen” and it’s the most attractive actors.

So yeah I think for fancast, Holliday get pulled up because there’s multiple material of her in period dress but also she is pretty.

i mean this is a lot of words just to say "holliday is more conventionally attractive than emma" which is, like, the point the main point we're all making here ldsjfkl. i guess we're dong pretty discourse here but there's a real latching onto the whole "valyrian beauty" as mapping exactly onto our own sorts of beauty standards and that's not particularly true. arianne herself mentions lysono looks kinda freaky, and in agot there's a mention of valyrians being "otherworldy" or "inhumane." they're meant to look a bit alien, which is why to me matt smith & emma d'arcy are perfect casting. they're not conventienally attractive. matt smith has been getting people talking about his looks in wildly out of pocket ways for his entire career but he's regularly cast as Hot People in part because he just has charisma. And you can say the same for Emma, in that they have charisma they have presence. They also have like, an unconventional sort of attractiveness (their NOSE) when compared to, ya know, that other lady in the first show.

but that's the precise point everyone is making here - people use holliday not because she's actually well suited to the character or even because she "fits" the look but because she is cis, and more attractive to them than emma. they'll be like "blessed book rhaenyra" but what is the difference between them, like really? they're both white, they're both skinny, they're both great actors. the difference is holliday is cis and hollywood hot and that's it. it's like, remarkably naked misogyny i won't lie and it's crazy to me that it just happens so blatantly with so many people and no one like...acknowledges the elephant in the room lol?

#asks #romanoff carter

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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 5 months ago

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I need help with a question...I think???

Mentions of sa, rape, murder, torture, and things usually involving Pro shippers

So, first off, Proshippers like to bring up a double standard that they see. They most commonly say something along the lines of, "Oh, rape, sa, pedophilia, and abuse is where you guys draw the line at but stalking, torture, and murder is okay? You're just as bad as we are"

And as I much as I REALLY don't want, I see a point. When we see a character that is known to rape, SA, abuse, and/or be attracted to minors we draw the line at this because it's disgusting and because we know there are victims of this in real life. But why don't we apply the same logic to murderous characters?

But if a character just simply murders, stalks, or tortures people and/or children, people are more willing to look over that in terms of shipping oc's with them and just self-shipping in general. Take Harley Sawyer (poppy playtime), Spring trap/William Afton (FNAF), YB and well-known movie slashers for example. People like these guys enough to look over their crimes and ship away.

And if you don't knw, YB is from a game called "Your Boyfriend". He stalks, kidnaps, and cuts the legs off of the player (which IS torture) to keep them in his home. However, even though people have surely gone through that in real life, people still found him attractive. Especially sexually.

Now, I KNOW, that people that ship oc's or themselves with those characts don't condone the characters actions but...why is murder/child murder, stalking, torture, and kidnapping easier look over in terms of shipping than rape, SA, pedophilia, and abuse?

People and kids have died to murderers. I don't think it's as often as sex related crimes, but it still happens. There are tons of parents who had KIDS, minors, never seen again because of murderers or had to bury their child to early. Same applies to parents who had adult children. In the parents' mind, their child was still taken too early.

People have gotten stalked, kidnapped, and probably have lost limbs to the person that took them. We know this, yet it's seen as a lesser evil than what I mentioned above. Why is it like that?

An answer I came up with when it came to Harley Sawyer and Spring trap simps is that the way they kill children are exaggerated. I don't think any serial killers have stuffed the child they killed in an animatronic suit, nor do I think children are being tortured and turned into toys. And yes, Harley Sawyer (among others), did torture those kids. They had they're organs, bones, brain, and whatever else they had put into the body of a toy. That IS torture but it's exaggerated enough to where people think feel like it's unrealistic.

Same can be said for slashers I believe. Most slashers from the 80s (and some even now) have supernatural elements to them.

Candy man only appears when you say his name three times, Jason can't be killed no matter how hard you try because he's already dead, Michael can't be killed no matter how hard you try because he's already dead, Freddy Kruger only appears in dreams to kill people, Chucky...is a serial killer's soul living supernaturally through a doll. Most of these slashers are unrealistic serial killers who either have comedic elements in them or really stupid/comedic sequels that can't make you take them seriously anymore.

That's why shipping yourself, the victim of these characters, or oc's with these characters aren't a big deal. And, if I'm being honest, I've never seen a victim of these slashers being shipped with them because no one cares about the victims enough.

And the only one I've ever seen is adult Andy x Chucky which is something I do give the side eye to and a ship I stay away from.

When it comes to the character YB...he's a greyish blue color with no nose. So, I can understand why people don't take the harm that he does seriously because the way he looks isn't realistic...though I still find what he does disturbing.

Is what he does still excusable or do should we all find what he does fucked up and shouldn't sexualize it?

I forgot to mention Ghost face, but those slashers are un-realistic too. When's the last time you've seen the news talking about a masked serial killer? Never.

But everyone can recall the news often talking about women (and children/men/all genders) getting abused, SA'd, raped, etc. It's on the news because it's real, because it ACTUALLY HAPPENS!

So, I figured that's what people respect characters that are going through those things and hate the character that did it to them and don't take characters of slashers seriously. Because one seems A LOT more realistic than the other.

THAT is why I think people are fine with finding slasher/murderous characters attractive because 100% of the time, the characters and how they kill people are unrealistic.

Whereas shipping child characters with adults, adult x minor incest, minor x minor incest, minor x minor NSFW, and abuse x victim is seen as immoral. Children have been groomed by adults, children have been groomed by family members, two children in an incestual relationship aren't okay- it's unhealthy behavior- IT'S A CRIME, and victims of abuse surely don't find people fetishizing they're trauma okay. It's disrespectful.

You, proshipper, is writing/drawing/FETISHIZING trauma that happens to people in real life. That's why people don't like you!

If Anti-proshippers have a better answer to my question, please stop here and leave an answer in the comments please.

Now, let's step out of the shipping part

The other "gatcha" thing proshippers tend to throw is the argument "Well, shouldn't we get rid everything that's triggering for people then? All the stuff including murder, stalking, kidnapping, torture and other dark topics when it comes to movies, shows, and games since what I'm doing bothers you so much? If what I'm doing is going to hurt children so much"

No. I don't think so.

Because at the end of the day, it's how things are portrayed. Slashers are usually comedic, supernatural, nonsense. So, the murder they do isn't going to be taken seriously.

And Freddy Kruger literally murders people IN THEIR DREAMS! How tf is anyone supposed to take that seriously? Yes, people are sometimes murdered in their sleep but NOT supernaturally.

Spring Trap is a walking animatronic with a corpse in it. Harley Swyer is a walking TV. And Chucky is a doll with a human soul. Unrealistic.

YB is blue, round head, and doesn't have a nose. So, the shit that he's doing isn't going to be taken seriously...though I kind of think it should in regard to HIM. But that's just my opinion.

So, children and teens aren't going to those things seriously but will take actual murder seriously because they know it wasn't a supernatural entity or masked killer that did it. It was a person who murdered an innocent in cold blood. It's REAL!

And when it comes to darker topics that are mentioned throughout this post, as long as it's portrayed with respect of real-life victims of the dark topic, people are going to respect it.

People aren't going to respect anything that fetishizes trauma of that dark topic and will say as much.

When it comes to children seeing dark topics, it's all about how what their watching is being portrayed and how they're taught to view it. However, not all children from the age 8-12 are consuming dark topics nor have parents that let them view those things.

This is for the proshippers that argue "Parents should monitor what their child watches, it's not my job to cater to random kids on the internet!"

Some parents don't even want to discuss the topic of sex to their kids let alone darker topics. Some parents don't people like YOU exist to warn their kid, some parents work too often to even attempt to monitor their kid.

What about kids who have parents like that? Is it their fault that they become exposed to things no one told them to stay away from? And what's sad, is that some of you DO blame the child as if kids are known for having common sense/maturity.

When you do that, you're just trying not to seem like bad guy you KNOW you are. I think it's called deflecting.

And you ingrates don't even have the common decency to leave warnings on your art/writing. If GORE artists can do it, why can't you?

Why don't any of you leave "Child(ren)/minors do not interact" on the post. Not the acronym "MDNI", the actual words! Because not all kids now what MDNI is. Or you can put in the post "art/writing contains X and X. Look/read at your own risk"

And to the argument "Children look at what they want to look at anyway, the warnings are pointless?". Why not add them regardless? Most kids DO heed warnings.

I remember avoiding accounts with 18+ and MDNI in the bio in my tweens and teens. But that's only because I knew what those things meant! Hence why I said you should be specific in your posts.

That's why I think you proshippers don't care about what you post. Or you post with the intention of making kids think what they're seeing/reading is okay or making people of the trauma you're fetishizing to get upset, or you WANT to just rial people up, or ALL of the above.

And most of you post the shit for the potential of a child being curious enough to ask about what their looking at so you can groom them.

That's another reason why no one likes or respects you. You have NO consideration for other people and most, no, ALL of you aren't good people. One half of you people are pedophiles, and the other are trauma fetishists.

And to those who say "I would never do what I do to child characters in my head to actual children!"...sure.

"I'M ONLY ATTRACTED TO FICTIONAL KIDS!"...sure

(And to the excuse, "Oh, but teens have sex all the time, why is it wrong to write/draw it?" You're 25/30/40/50 years old...why can't you draw/write sexual acts of characters your age or close to your age?

If you're a teen making that kind of art or writing that kind of thing...kid...keep it to yourself. I get it, hormones can be a lot but please keep that to yourself. And when I'm saying this, I mean, DON'T POST IT! Not everyone wants to see that!

Especially if the teens belong to a family friendly media where you KNOW there could be younger people roaming around. I was in the Encanto fandom, and it came out a few days after I turned fifteen. A MINOR. Let me tell you, the last thing I expected to see in this family friendly media was sexual art of my favorite characters (mostly the children) and... incest art. Which also contained the younger members of the family.

By the way, most teenage characters are from family friendly media, I just know some come from adult-comedy related media.)

#anti proshitter #anti proshipper #anti proship #also if this comes off as offensive in any sort of way #please let me know #I'm NOT talking to proshippers

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