#Prophecy (Inbox Call)

[deathbirby]

Inb4 you get el stans in your inbox pitching a fit abt how it’s inappropriate to compare their rhetoric to real life atrocities, as if they don’t do the same themselves all the time

How can they even call it inappropriate? If you use real life rhetoric that's extremely dangerous and damaging, to defend a fictional character, then I have every fucking right to call you out on it.

[waraxarcana]

Inbox Call?

So. I made this little arrangement with Hawkins where he’d get his own low-activity side blog where he could have his headcanons and reblogs and whatnot in exchange for leaving Ikkaku alone.

Unfortunately, the man has decided to alter our deal. If he can’t bother Ikkaku constantly, he demands I let him out to come bother other people. So, uh, give a like if you’d like this bastard to come into your inbox. Otherwise he’s going to make me write drabbles. 

[lxckblessed]

Quiet staring from behind the parasol.

[riptides-n-roses]

dopamine - dominik mysterio (18+)

⛧ pair - dominik mysterio x reader

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy (these two wanted a dominik ff so please thank them for this) @cyberdejos2 {Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in recent or future works.}

⛧ warnings: dominik being a service dom, fingering, oral (f! receiving), missionary (one not about cowgirl for once lmao), unprotected p in v, creamp1e, praise k1nk

⛧ dominik is such a cutie. i feel like there should be more smut about him - i will say he also has me in a chokehold because he’s that fucking cute. This one is sadly going to be short since my inbox has been a little full and I'm trying to clear all of my drafts after being inactive for so long.

⛧ you're addicted to each other - no one could replace the chemistry the both of you have when it's just you and him. you crave each other like a drug (No plot - still trying to test what i write and don’t write haha)

⛧ word count: 862

You and Dominik were planning to just watch a movie for the night - just some snacks, drinks, and a good movie. Instead of watching, the movie was watching you and him kissing all over each other, muffled moans coming from you as his fingers were pumping in and out of your pussy.

“Are you enjoying this, mamacita?” He whispered, a lustful look on his face “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes…” you gasped, feeling his fingers play with your clit before pumping them back in your messy hole.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes…papi”

He smiled, he loved when you called him that.

“Good girl. Relax, I’ll make sure you feel good, okay mamacita?”

You eagerly nodded, feeling his lips press against yours again, his tongue swirling with yours - you loved whenever he made you cum. He didn’t care if he didn’t, he always made sure you were completely satisfied whenever he made a mess out of you. Your muffled moans and whimpers turned him on. He enjoyed listening to you enjoying yourself.

"Do you want more?" Dom asked, slowing his pace and leaving little circles on your clit.

You were out of breath but nodded, spreading your legs so he could get a better view of your clit. His eyes were full of hunger and lust as you positioned yourself, laying on your back.

"You look so delicious baby" He smiled, slowly sliding his tongue up and down on your clit. You shivered, it felt so warm and you were already sensitive from his fingers earlier.

"P-Please...be gentle" you moaned, unable to keep still as you were feeling desperate to cum.

He chuckled and held your legs apart, making sure he gotten all of the places you liked. You thrusted your hips toward him feeling yourself getting closer to cum. He hummed in approval before sticking his tongue in and out of you.

"Papi...I'm I'm close" your voice shook from the waves of pleasure, your stomach tightening.

"You're going to cum, baby?" He chuckled, using his fingers to circle your clit while his tongue was still in you.

"I...I.."

It didn't take you long before you came all over his tongue, whimpering from how he played with your cunt. Your eyes fluttered as you watched Dom lick up all of your juices.

"Fuck baby you taste so good..." His words full of lust and need, making sure you were alright. Your flushed face and heavy breathing was a sight to Dom, feeling proud of himself for making you cum all over his face.

Dom kept eye contact with you as he undid his belt, you noticing his bulge in his pants. Dom smirked as he pulled down his boxers, you getting turned on from the sight of his veiny cock staring at you. You were ready for more from him.

Dom, positioned himself, his tip brushing up against your clit, not wanting to hurt you. You gasped from his teases, feeling desperate for more.

"Shhh... relax, mamacita. I promise you'll enjoy it."

You knew he was a man of his word, he wanted to take his time pleasuring you, even if you couldn't wait. You whimpered as he slowly pushed himself in you, filling your cunt up with every inch of his cock.

"Fuck, baby..." Dom groaned, biting his lip from your walls tightening around him. "You're doing so good"

"Oh my god." you whined, fighting the urge to cum.

His thrusts were slow, making sure you were adjusted and not in any pain, admiring your flushed face and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He took one of his hands to cup one of them, giving a gentle squeeze and teasing your nipple.

Your moans were music to his ears, listening to every sound you made, every breath you took, it was addicting to him.

"You're doing so good, princesa. You're so beautiful like this."

His praises made you crave for him. You reached your arms out, wanting him to lean in for a kiss as he thrusted in you. Dom quickly noticed and leaned in, giving you what you wanted. Muffled moans and soft skin slapping filled the air, leaving hot steamy kisses around each other. You couldn't ask for anything else. Dom pressed his tongue into your mouth, tongues twirling with each other. God, you felt too good. You couldn't ask for anything else in the world but for Dom and how he treated you when it came to sex. You were his and he was yours and that was all you could ever ask for.

"Fuck...I'm getting close, baby." He muttered, "Are you?"

"I-I'm getting close too.." You whined, locking your legs around him, your stomach tightening.

Dom smiled, his thrusts getting harder, his forehead touching yours.

You cried out as you came undone on him, him following behind letting his seed burst in you, filling you up with his cum. He groaned loud, his arms gripping you tight.

As you both came down from your high, Dom looked into your eyes, smiling as he knew he did a good job. You smiled at him and pressed your lips against his.

"Thank you, Papi"

[hard-core-super-star]

cards on the table [L.Calderu]

pairing: lilia calderu x vampire!reader

summary: the morning after, you can't bring yourself to leave lilia again. instead, you let the desire you still feel for her take over.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> morning sex; mommy kink galore [because it's lilia, duh]; SO much biting [because vampires duh]; desperate switch!lilia is SO important to me; grinding; making out; unholy uses of magic; fingering; praise kink go brrr; lilia's boobs deserve their own warning fr; plot and feelings randomly thrown in because i can't write porn without it; so much banter

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: HELLO! this part took longer than i planned but i'm really happy with how it turned out. i couldn't write vampire!reader without throwing some smut in before more plot 😌i'm having a lot of fun writing for lilia so i hope i've delivered. as always, my inbox is open and i hope you enjoy <3

part one |

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When your eyes open, the first thing you see is the way the sunlight bounces off the ceiling. Unlike what most vampire myths said, you weren't afraid of the sun. At least not any more than a mortal with secrets made far too vulnerable by the light.

The second thing you notice once your eyes focus and your mind starts clearing is the comfortable weight settled on top of you. Reality's quick to crash into you after that.

For some reason, you had expected Lilia to be up and about by the time morning came. Even though she had made fun of you for wanting to run away, she was the same way. Actually, she tended to be worse. But of course, she would never admit it, preferring instead to throw the blame on you.

Seeing her like this, though, soft and vulnerable, reminds you why you hated leaving her in the first place. While you knew it had to be done, it didn't change how awful you felt about it. How lonely the years that have passed have been.

"How are you already so tense?" Her words break the silence and draw a sigh out of you. It really isn't fair how easy she can read you, even now.

"I'm just not used to waking up under a beautiful woman," you reply, the corners of your mouth tugging up into a lazy smile.

"I find that very hard to believe, sweetheart."

You suppress the urge to laugh and instead give in to the easy atmosphere. "Ouch, are you calling me a whore, Madame Calderu?"

The eyeroll you earn yourself is more worth it. "I'm calling you charming, my dear."

"Oh, my mistake."

She laughs, the sound rich and soft and capable of turning all your thoughts to mush in a second. "I've missed this."

You know what she means, but you don't allow yourself to linger on her words too much. A part of you feels undeserving. It wasn't like you didn't have good reason for leaving and yet…the guilt threatens to swallow you whole.

"Insulting me?" You ask as your fingers draw random patterns on her back. The fabric of her robe is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of her skin beneath it.

With a soft sigh, she lifts herself enough so she can stare down at you. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are as soft as her smile. "Laughing with you."

It's impossible to ignore the truth in her tone. "Yeah, I guess that's nice too."

"You guess?" She responds, attempting to sound offended. It doesn't work very well, though, since she's still grinning too hard. "You're a hard woman to please, my darling."

It's impossible to stop yourself from laughing at that. "You of all people should know that's not true."

Instead of instantly replying, she allows her eyes to drift down your face, lingering on your lips. You're not sure if she knows exactly what she's doing, but you do know you can't stop yourself from craving more.

And you can't even be mad at yourself for it.

You never even tried to lie about your feelings for her. Even after the visions, the prophecy, the knowledge that she'll be your undoing, you still love her. You've always loved her. How can you fight against that part of your fate?

One of your hands comes up, fingers slowly grazing against the side of her neck. The only thing left of your bite is the memory and yet she still shivers. Still leans into your touch.

"y/n," she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"I find that very hard to believe," you reply, your voice just as soft as hers.

She lets out a soft huff of air, something halfway to a chuckle, before you steal whatever teasing words were on the tip of her tongue away with a kiss.

Despite how strong your longing for her has been, you still surprise yourself. You almost assumed you'd walk out of her life again without doing exactly what you'd been thinking about since you left.

Clearly, you're a fool in more than one way.

Your fingers move back to tangle in her hair and even though you try to keep yourself in check, you can't. You want more. Need her in ways that scare you and excite you at the same time.

Lilia pulls away from the kiss, her heaving breaths fanning across your lips. "I missed this too."

"I missed you," you admit, your face warming up exponentially.

It's dangerous to say it out loud, but there's no use in hiding. Not when her eyes can see everything you don't say. Everything you feel without meaning to.

"Yeah?" Her head tilts to the side, wide pupils scanning your face. "Show me."

You grin, sharp teeth poking out from under your top lip. "Gladly."

Your hands travel down her body in an instant and your fingers grasp the fabric of her robe. A laugh escapes her as you hurry to slip the garment off of her, shifting around until your lips can meet the exposed skin of her shoulders.

"Impatient as always, little one?" She questions, using her words to distract you from the way she's moving above you. It's subtle, but you can't ignore the feeling of her heat pressing against your thigh.

"Only when it comes to you."

You let your fangs graze her skin, dragging along her shoulder blade until she's shivering above you. The urge to bite her is far stronger than it should have been considering how much you'd drank the night before. Then again, your thirst for her has always been stronger than anything else. Including your common sense.

"Such a flatter," she mutters.

Her hands move to her robe, helping you get the rest of it off, while your attention is captivated by her warm skin. You sink your teeth into her shoulder, not hard enough to actually draw blood, but enough to feel the connection that thrums beneath your veins.

"And so eager too," Lilia hums.

There's no way you can deny her claim. Especially with the way your hands start exploring the newly revealed contours of her body. Your fingers trace the lines of her muscles, mapping out the freckles you can't see but know are there.

As much as it pains you, you remove your fangs from her without drawing any blood, focusing on her hunger instead of your own. "I'm not the only one, I think you're soaking my pants."

"Oh, very funny." Her voice lacks humor but her eyes dance with a mischief she was sure she'd lost years ago. "Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied with biting me, I wouldn't have to be doing all the work by myself."

"All the work- oh-"

Your question is answered by the way she shifts her hips, slowly grinding against your leg. One hand lands on her hip to steady her as she sits up slightly to get better friction. You move with her, rising into a slightly uncomfortable position just to latch your mouth onto her chest.

"There you go," she coos. "You remember what mama likes?"

You don't think you could forget if you tried.

Your lips wrap around one of her nipples, feeling it harden under your tongue. Her back arches into your touch and you can't stop yourself from letting your teeth graze her sensitive skin.

The noise she makes in response is more than enough of a reward, but then her hand tangles in your hair and pulls you closer. "Fuck, darling. You're so good for me."

Her whimpered praise sends sparks of electricity up your spine. Not even your own pleasure can distract you from your mission, though.

One hand stays on her hip, slowly guiding her movements when her hips stutter, and the other one comes up to toy with her other breast, lavishing both of her nipples with the attention you know she needs. If your mouth wasn't so busy, you would have teased her for how frantic her movements against you are.

And she was making fun of you for being eager.

"y/n," she whispers, her voice shaking almost as much as her thighs.

All you do is hum, biting down on her nipple just enough to hear her gasp. Her movements speed up and you double your efforts, flexing your thigh and pushing up into her as much as you can.

It makes you a little dizzy due to the proximity but you force your eyes to travel upward until you can take in the curve of her neck and her parted lips. The puffs of air she lets out sound more like whines than anything and you let them wash over you like a wave.

You wait until she starts muttering curses beneath her breath to move again. Your hand leaves her breast and glides down the front of her body, easily slipping under the waistband of her ruined underwear.

You detach yourself from her nipple only to trail kisses up the valley of her breasts. "Cum for me, mama, I know you need it."

Your fingers press against her swollen clit and you watch as her whole body shudders in response. It's the most beautiful sight you've seen in years.

You work her through her orgasm, feeling as she soaks your fingers and her underwear all in one go. It's sinful and delightful all at the same time.

When she slumps forward, worn and overly sensitive, you instantly wrap your arms around her waist and lie back against the couch once more. For a moment, it's like no time has passed at all. Like you managed to cheat both time and space just to be with each other.

As silly as it might be, you allow yourself the fantasy.

Your lips press against her temple as the two of you lay there, her head on your shoulder and her nose nuzzling your jaw. As hard as it is, you don't move. You don't dare break the moment.

Because you know once you do, you won't get to have her like this again.

The runes may be strong and the wards may pulse with life every time you make her heart skip a beat, but you're being hunted. And every second you spend with her only puts her in more danger.

You know that.

But then she's shifting again and her lips find yours and it's hard to think about anything else except her.

When she pulls away, you're both breathless, gripping onto each other like you're afraid you'll disappear. The helplessness that simmers beneath the surface is hidden well under desire and desperation, but you can still feel it. Thrumming to life after every kiss.

"You were so good for me, angel," she murmurs, almost like she doesn't want to risk breaking the moment by being too loud. "Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," you reply as your arms wrap around her neck to keep her close.

To your surprise, she makes no move to make fun of you for how clingy you are and instead her arms move down your arms, caressing your skin like she's commiting every touch to memory. You don't doubt she is.

Once she reaches your shirt, she simply smirks down at you and with a flick of her wrists, your clothes dissapear. "Cute trick."

Lilia just raises an eyebrow at you, hovering over you with a borderline dangerous glint in her eyes. "Trick? Are you insulting my magic, little one?"

"Oh, I would never dare," you tease.

Of course, she doesn't believe you, and you honestly don't blame her.

"You just can't stop yourself from being a brat, can you?" Her question is completely rhetorical, especially considering her next idea.

She hovers above you, watching your face closely as one of her hands trails down your body to the heat eminating from between your legs. Her fingers part your folds, revealing your clit to her before she murmurs something ancient under her breath. You have no idea what she's doing…until you feel a sudden shock on your clit.

"Lilia-" you gasp, your thighs attempting to close.

She clicks her tongue in dissaproval as she lands a warning smack to your inner thigh. "Don't you dare close them, I'm just getting started."

Your cunt clenches around pure air at that and the pleasure sends another shock-like sensation through your cunt. You quickly realize you don't mind, though, as the pain morphs into unbelieable pleasure.

"Oh, fuck."

"You read my mind, baby."

You don't get anther second to react before two of her fingers are teasing your already sensitive clit, pressing down until your thighs shake and then moving down to gather your wetness on the tips.

She's absolutely playing with you and you can't find it in yourself to mind. Not when the way she toys with you feels so damn good.

"Please," you all but whimper. "More."

"Always so needy, it's adorable."

You whimper again and she finally takes pity on you, sliding those same two fingers into your wet cunt. It only takes a few thrusts and another well placed shock for you to near the edge.

"Mama- please-"

"Already?" Despite her teasing tone, she can't hide her excitment. "You wanna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You desperately nod, your hips bucking up into her without meaning to as you chase your incoming orgasm. "Yes, need it, please."

"I've missed hearing you beg like that. Go ahead, baby, don't hold back."

She doesn't have to tell you twice.

Your body instantly reacts to her, clenching uncontrollably around her fingers while her thumb plays with your clit. You cry out as your orgasm crashes into you and you're left whining and shaking underneath her.

She leans down to pepper kisses across your face, her tongue darting out to lap up the few tears that escape the corners of your eyes. "Always so sweet for me."

All you can manage are a few incoherent mumbles and she chuckles as she removes her fingers from between your legs. Another incantation is mumbled and the ache on your clit subsides.

"Better?" She asks, shifting around once more so she's on her side, arms bringing you closer to her.

You nod and mirror her, tucking your head beneath her chin and wrapping yourself around her warmth. "Did you melt my brain so I wouldn't leave?"

"Not on purpose," she replies with a laugh. "Does that mean you'll stay?"

You allow the question to hang in the air for a few seconds. There's nothing you want more than to stay. Not only are you technically still injured, you'll have to drink from her again soon or risk growing weak once more.

You know the risks, the ones that go beyond simply being a vampire in love with a witch. Between the Guild, your family, and the prophecy that looms over both of your heads…staying with her will do nothing besides bring you more pain.

And yet, the answer forms before you can stop it.

"Yes. But only because I'm still hungry."

Lilia knows you're lying, but she doesn't call you out on it. Instead, she simply holds you closer, her fingers tracing the area where you'd been stabbed by the Guild's hunter. "Just give me a few minutes, then we can get up."

You know she's lying too, but all you do is smile and burrow into her chest.

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taglist: @p00ki3-m0nst3r

[lun3st0nez]

NINJAGO ROYAL AU (Fated Royalty AU)

Ok so i had this idea a while ago, cuz of some discussion about why Harumi is considered royalty while Lloyd isnt, so i made this AU!

The AU explained under the cut ↓ (fanfic style cuz why not)

In this AU, the FSM family are considered royalty, with the eldest son (Garmadon) being the king. The youngest(Wu) was to be chosen king cause his brother is well.. evil.. but he chose not to, preferring to become a ninja master, disappearing without a trace. And so, without a choice, they had to crown Garmadon as king.

Many years later, the king and queen(Misako) had a son(Lloyd). One who was prophesied to be the savior of all. BUT due to the paranoia they had, fear was telling them that he'll end up like his father if he went this path. And so, they chose to isolate and protect him from any harm.

The poor young prince grew up without any friends, all alone. On the day of his 8th birthday, the monarchs decided to hire some puny children of common blacksmiths to become his personal guards. Fire and water. The prince quickly got attached to both of them, seeing it as a chance to make his first friends. The eldest tried to take his job seriously, not allowing the prince into his heart but the youngest had her heart melted, becoming the prince's first friend. As time went on, the trio became closer and closer to each other, with the eldest finally warming up to the prince, with a secret that made them closer, one that made them call eachother "brother".

In the meanwhile, the king has been hiring multiple talented young people, ones with a lot of potential. An inventor that came from the trash, a strange boy with the wisdom of an old man and a strong fighter who quickly climbed the ranks to the top. Lightning, ice and earth.

Nobody knows how these boys got the prince's attention and became his friends; but one thing is clear: from the day they met, they were inseparable.

They were all happy! Or so, thats what everyone thought. The prince hated his status and his life. Dont get him wrong: he loved his friends and would even sacrifice his life for them, but the extreme isolation made him quite.. depressed. He yearned for freedom; for a life of adventure. The halls of the castle started to feel more like a prison than a home. He thought there was no escape.. until.. a strange letter showed up, with an address up in the mountains. His parents were gone for the week so his curiosity got the best of him. He arrived and it was a... Monastery...? And he wasnt the only one there... There was Kai with Nya, in the same familiar armour they've always worn. There was also Cole and Jay, bickering, with a Zane that tried to stop them. Then there was his uncle: Master Wu. He thought he disappeared? Did his parents lie to him? It was possible.

What was this all about? The prophecy. They had to become ninja. It was, of course, their choice as Master Wu stated. What did they do? Become ninja of course! In secret... As if the king and queen found out, there would never be a chance of freedom ever again. It was what all of them yearned for, after all.

So, a double life it was. One as a prince, and the other as a ninja.

(all the villains they face in canon are also canon here, and in this AU they have 0 idea what the identity of the ninja are, except for one....)

I hope this made sense 😅

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me! My inbox is always open :3

Also im working rn on other 2 aus: Timeless future (NINJAGO) and an Undertale one

LUNA OUTT

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

I find it interesting that swm is of him being a victim and not telling Voldemort about the prophecy that got his best friend killed and made her child an orphan. Not only did he rip apart the Potter family, he also ripped apart the Longbottoms.

How is that not his worst memory?

I, for one, would feel like complete shit, and guilt would overwhelm me. I would never in my wildest dreams bully those children because what I did to them would consume me. That would have been my worst memory by far. What he did for Harry was not enough. What he did to Neville was pathetic and inexcusable.

How about the things he did as a DE? The people he tortured or even killed? We all know all DE have to do inhumane things to be part of that group. Why isn’t that his worst memory? Why do his fans think he was skipping after unicorns as he got initiated as DE? No, he did vile things that he should have been locked up in Azkaban for, not put into a school to teach children. That should have also been his worst memory.

The fact that swm was that particular scene just shows what type of human being he is. Someone who gaslights everyone into thinking he’s the victim instead of the perpetrator. Everyone else is the problem except him. He sounds like a bloody narcissist. 

honestly don't even have anything to say, i love this, but when i read the first line i got so scared the snapers were in my inbox...

snape's lack of guilt it lowk sickening. he does heinous things over and over and only really seems to care when it effects him personally, calling lily a mudblood was never what he regretted, it was losing his friendship with her. he was used to sprouting out slurs, this was just different because it effected him.

i'm stealing these arguments. his treatment of neville is disgusting and the prophecy makes it even worse. severus snape they will never make me like you.

[yonaioana]

Okay first of all! I loved that request where is God reader from ennead! So!

What IS relationship with Egypt Gods with reader? The God of festivals and happiness but real role is the God of freedom? So as I read that request it says that he DID have good relationship with them(I think) because he was in Egypt but not anymore? And they never talk anymore as he moved from Egypt where all god mostly where, why did he move away from them? Did he knew what will happend?

So my request is about male reader God of festivals and happyness/ God of freedom.

How would they react to seeing reader once more? But there is plot twist! The reader is not kinda happy about seeing them.( I love angst, dont mind me)

That all!

Heeey im back, im sorry I was gone all this time I moved, finished highschool and now im struggling to finish my first year of college but im back and im trying to get through my entire inbox and write for everything I missed, I will also update the masterlist with a few new fandoms. This is a short one i still had in my drafts. Kisses!!!

I guess that as the god of freedom and happiness ennead is not the best place to live. Since all the gods have to obey Ra and her kinda liking the suffering of everyone else cause she sees it as entertainment would not sit well with a god who's entire concept is boring to her.

I dont think that you would have beef with any of them other than Ra and maybe Osiris if you try to call out his bluff of being the victim and all that. You could have some trouble with Seth if you tried to opose him in his early years when he ruled Egipt but i dont think he is the kind to try and hurt other gods. Cause he tried to hurt Isis and Horus only because of some prophecy not because he really hated them. So my guess is that you either tried to vouch for someone who was in trouble or did something to upset Ra but she just pushed you aside and continued as if you were not there. Or you found out about some of the things Osiris did to Seth and you tried to tell everyone but because nobody really liked Seth they only listened to what Osiris said and called you a liar, ultimately pushing you aside. So you got sick and tired of them and left.

Anyway back to the present Horus and Anubis actually like you cause they're not as old as the other gods so either they were not born when you left or they were too young to remember. If we take the first route Ra will not be verry pleased to see you but if we take the second one Isis and Osiris are the ones in a sour mood.

Lets say that after you left you found yourself a village on the other side of Egipt where it was like a port so there was a big mix of cultures and instead of asserting dominance as a god you just lived among them helping out and being nice to everyone. Of course horus while searching for Seth could happen to accidentally find your little comunity and asks Isis about it wich leads to the others finding you and dragging you back to explain yourself and interogate you on the "where is seth" matter. While at first you were happy thinking they came to visit it was auickly shut down when chains apeared around your neck, wrists and ankles and you were being dragged away from your home and people back to ennead. If you knew about what happened to seth osiris will try to keep you quiet one way or another, gods forbid you helped him escape or helped him while he was on the run with resources and hiding from the others, in the I feel like horus will try to take you with him against his mom's dissaproval to help him heal seth emotionally with your powers

[writingquestionsanswered]

Worried About Cliches

Anonymous asked: How do I know if something has become a cliche? I know tropes are fine, but I don't know how to determine if one has turned into a cliche. Do I have to pick a trope and read through every TV Tropes entry and try and figure out how many of those stories are exactly the same? How many have to be the same until it goes from "trope" to "cliche"? 20 stories? 50?

So first, I can tell you you're definitely putting too much thought into this. ♥ Of course we'd like to try to avoid cliches when we write, but cliches (and avoiding them) isn't some exact science you must follow to a tee or be doomed to the annals of worst books ever. It's also worth noting that some of the most popular stories in history are loaded with tropes and cliches.

Usually, the best way to learn about the cliches associated with a particular trope is to do a little research on Google. For example:

-- "the chosen one cliches" -- "cliches to avoid with the chosen one trope" -- "how to put a twist on the chosen one trope"

You can also try making a list of stories you're familiar with that uses the trope in question. Can you see any obvious similarities in how these stories use that trope? Anything that appears multiple times is probably in cliche territory, so would be good things to avoid if you can.

What does "a cliche is the exact same thing over and over again" mean?

The "over and over again" here means in one story after another. For example, if you can list four TV shows, six movies, three video games, and a graphic novel that all use the chosen one trope in a particular way (for example, the chosen one is a farm kid/rural kid/poor kid), that would be a trope (the chosen one) being used in the same way (the chosen one is a farm kid/rural kid/poor kid) over and over again (four TV shows, six movies, three video games, and a graphic novel.)

How exact is exact? There are a million "chosen one" stories, so why isn't it considered a cliche? How much of the story has to be different for it to not be a cliche anymore?

There are many cliches associated with "the chosen one" trope... poor/rural chosen one, prophecy, character embraces their calling, the chosen one is the protagonist or other obvious choice, the chosen one has no flaws... but that doesn't make those stories bad and it doesn't mean you can't do those things. It just means you have to find a way to put a fresh spin on it. And also, it's perfectly fine to have some cliches in your story. You just generally want to avoid using ALL the cliches associated with a particular trope.

So, for example, if you're writing a chosen one character and you wanted there to be a prophecy surrounding them being the chosen one, that's fine. Is it cliche? Yes. Does that mean you can't use it? Absolutely not. It just means that's one less cliche you can get away with using in your story. You can also try to put a fresh spin on it. Maybe the prophecy was wrong or misinterpreted, and the chosen one character was never meant to be the chosen one, but that wasn't known until they've already embraced the role and made progress.

Ultimately, you just have to go with your gut and tell the story you want to tell. Do your best to avoid cliches when you can, if you need to use some--that's okay. Just don't make your story one big wall-to-wall tapestry of different cliches.

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[offtorivendell]

To love, touch and sing,

Gwyneth Berdara is part of that prophecy!

Elaine doesn’t sing or has any connections, but Gwyn does with the mating bond between souls with her and Azriel.

Their music parallels that with Feysand and Nessian’s bond with the music.

And also Bryce and Hunt (mates), Ruhn and Lidia (mates), Rowan and Aelin (mates), and Manon’s parents (mates)!

Ma'am this is an Elriels.

To respond to your assertions:

Gwyneth Berdara is part of that prophecy

Gwyn was not around when the prophecy was written back in ACOWAR. Could she be shoehorned in? Sure, but she didn't exist until years later.

Elain doesn't sing

There's a chance her magic is related to Singing

Read here

Gwyn does with the mating bond

There is very little evidence that Gwyn has a mating bond with Azriel, and some to suggest that she does not.

Read here

Regardless, you're speaking as if it's already canon that there is/will be a mating bond between Gwyn and Az - rather than a call to his power, and not necessarily one by Gwyn - when it's still just your theory (as my posts are my theories, of course... I just don't go knocking on strange inboxes and stating them as fact)

Read here

There's a decent amount of foreshadowing to suggest that Elriel may actually be true mates

Read here and here and here and here and here etc

Feysand and Nessian etc have musical language related to their bonds

Elriel has been indirectly linked to music, too, though no bond is canon... yet?

Read here

So, could SJM insert Gwyn into the prophecy? Sure. Never say never. But it seems unlikely imo. Especially when Elain is right there and plays into a trio.

[nothing-impt]

Oh boy! A new Hermes/Tiresias shipper! Welcome aboard!🤗

What headcanons do you have for this silly couple?

YESSSS I AM SO HAPPY I GOT INTO THIS SHIP Flying Snakes Headcanons ig: (I think I work better with my art than with my words, so I'm sorry if this looks really badly written)

Tiresias is more of a ‘receiving gifts’ than a ‘words of affection’ guy, hence the two-headed snake Hermes gifts him.

 I  love to think Hermes just constantly hits on Tiresias whenever he drops by to deliver souls into the Underworld, and Tiresias is either really dense or is completely unbothered by it.

Hades definitely knows about these two (people always make him out to be the villain But I would like to think that he’s really chill and lets them be together in the Underworld.) Unrelated note, Persephone ships them too.

Like @rubypet’s hc with Apollo, Apollo has prophecy as one of his domains so he’s a little pissed that Hermes is hitting on his prophet lmao.

Hermes calls the double-headed snake ‘the twins’ on purpose, usually in front of Apollo to piss him off and because Apollo doesn’t know Hermes is referring to the snake(s)? He just assumed Hermes knocked up Tiresias lol.

Because Tiresias has prophetic visions, he’s sometimes distracted (e.g, he’ll glance at a lingering spirit while Hermes is talking to him and will recall that spirit’s life) Hermes just takes it in his stride and asks him what he sees and they talk about that instead.

Tiresias tends to tell his prophecies in a roundabout way (my hc is that prophets are prevented from telling the outright truth behind what they see) so those who come to him for visions would oftentimes accuse him of misguiding them after they die (Oedipus would like to curse at him or smth everytime he sees Tiresias in the Underworld after he died)

Hermes knows that Tiresias gets disheartened by all the negative remarks (sounds like Tiresias gets a bad review on Prophetic visions lol) Especially so after Odysseus literally misinterprets his visions despite him trying his best to help the King of Ithaca cause he’s Hermes’ great grandson. Hermes would frequently give updates on how Odysseus is doing to reassure him (I personally feel prophets are used to ‘see’ the negative life-changing events in people’s lives instead of any of the positive ones, so Tiresias would be relieved to hear anything good that goes out of a hero he helps) Edit: It just came to me so I decided I'll just put it here, Tiresias absolutely hates Oedipus :)

I have a doodle I’m doing to explain more about why ‘the twins’ are called Jason and Theseus, hopefully, I’ll post it by tonight. Anyway, thanks for all the Asks, I hope y’all can understand my terrible explanations, if not my inbox is still open for questions! 

[burningcheese-merchant]

Here is more lore and funfact abt Choco Powder since you asked

- He has the same wish granting power like Mystic, if it was anything his powers are more unstable. Because of this, mystic forbid him for ever using his powers for another person, she worries that he will end up like her, and the fact that Powder is so similar to her doesn't help.

- He is a very quiet but observant person, the type of person who will observe you wanting something and then the next day ur getting it. His love language especially to the people closer to him is gift-giving, it made him feel fulfilled.

- he meditated to relax, he learned it from Mystic. If he gets pushed over the edge he relaxes with sparring in the citadel's training area, he got it from Dark Cacao.

- he is very studious, mostly in the art of healing, and generally, as a prince it is important for him to be knowledgeable.

- he met dark Choco many times in his childhood, guiding him and teaching him, he never found out he had a big brother (mostly in childhood and teen years) so he thought Dark Choco is just a wondering soul

Dark Cacao sometimes slips and called Choco's name instead of Powder's

- he enjoys listening to other people, maybe Pepper Jack can yap to him and he will just sip tea and listen closely

- While he doesn't look like it, he actually is very empathetic but his way of handling sadness is not really healthy (Pepper Jack is the first person to notice this but doesn't know how to

I apologize if i yap too much abt Choco Powder, my brain goes overdrive every time i hyperfixated on my ocs haha

Been dying to answer this! I gotta get to all the other adoring fans in my inbox (/j), but I don't want to leave my friend hanging any longer. I'm really happy you're telling me more about Choco Powder, I want to share my thoughts!

I wonder how they first discovered that he inherited her powers? Did he hear someone say "man, I wish I had a good cup of coffee right now" as a baby and poof, he was waddling over to give them a coffee? Lol. I understand why Flour would want to keep him from using them, she knows the potential consequences... but is that really the wisest course of action? Would Powder not only end up more tempted to use them, specifically because he was banned from doing so (as kids and teens often are with things they're told are "forbidden")? If he's so similar to her, then she would know best how to approach the topic with him, I think. Like... a former drug addict warning their child against doing drugs, for lack of a better analogy. If anyone can get through to them, it's the person who already went down that road and faced its consequences. (Perhaps this is something Cacao can try to push? Maybe it could be something he and Flour argue about, even. "I don't want our son to get hurt or hurt others" VS "You are risking a self-fulfilling prophecy through your actions. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. This is not the right way, we cannot stifle him like this, there must be some sort of compromise")

I figured. He seems like that, at first glance (great job conveying his personality through his design btw, I might not really be an artist but I do know a good character design tells you what a character is like before they speak). With the gift-giving... perhaps this can be encouraged as a "healthier" outlet for his want to use his wish-granting powers? Especially if the gifts are handmade. It would teach him the value of hard work and gifts coming from the heart as opposed to something bought in a store, as well as allow him to "grant wishes" in this way without the risk that might come with using his powers. (I wonder what he'd give Jack and Paneer? haha)

How does sparring with Cacao go? What weapon(s) does Powder like to use? He doesn't seem particularly violent at first glance (but looks can be and often are deceiving, of course); how much enjoyment does he really get out of these duels? Is he a skilled fighter? Is this a way he bonds with his father? Does Cacao congratulate him for his efforts? (Now I want to contemplate Pepper Jack VS Choco Powder lol)

A fellow egghead lol. He and Jack could hang out at the Golden Cheese Kingdom library together (it's where Jack likes to go a lot). And the healing thing... Paneer may or may not have a knack for that, too. But that's for me to address another time hehehe

How fascinating! So Dark Choco never really returns home in your canon, is that the implication here? When and how does Powder find out who he is? What is his opinion of him before and after discovering this? Does Choco know who he is? What does he think of having a brother? What does he think of Mystic Flour being in their father's life at all, never mind having a child with him? So many avenues to explore here haha

That sounds kind of awful tbh lol. Does Cacao apologize for the Freudian slip? How does it make Powder feel? I can't imagine Flour is particularly happy when it happens...

Oh, I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind that lol. He's not necessarily a chatterbox (that's a bit more his sister), but he'll gladly engage people in conversation if they seek one with him. And I don't think he'd be too bothered by Powder being more of a "listener" type (but he will want Powder to say something every once in a while. Just to check if he's really listening to him)

What's unhealthy about it? Does he withdraw from others? Try to suppress it? Stress-eat lol? And I'm sure Jack would notice, he is highly observant as well (and he would try to think of a way to help, he's very caring). (Jack doesn't handle his own negative emotions very well, either... and that becomes SUPER apparent in a particular story arc I have planned)

Thank you soooo much for indulging me and giving me Choco Powder lore! He's really cool and I like him a lot. I hope you share more about him with all of us soon!

[physalian]

Guys I have had an epiphany about ACOTAR’s Popularity

The whole thing is about how amazing and fun romantacy books like ACOTAR specifcally and... lord, do we see the romances portrayed by SJM differently.

"We want dragons, rose gardens, and strong characters who are absolutely getting laid but whose relationships with men don't define them."

"She also does the smutty bits with precision and flaire. And most significantly, in a way that women can get behind."

"The ACOTAR series goes to great lengths to demonstrate that the heroine is safe and comfortable, even spelling out how she isn't being financially coerced."

I'm not even mad. The divide between how this person and me, as both "the girls" that I'm apparently included in, is just so astronomically wide that getting mad won't fix anything.

But. This is what you call 'safe' and 'comfortable'? This is what you call smut with precision and flair? Outing myself here but I have read so much more smutty fanfic of higher quality than anything by SJM. But, it's still "fanfic" and thus cringey and uncool.

But I have had an epiphany.

Originally this post was a lot different. I was sitting here in reaction to the above article writing a treatise imploring the desperate defenders of this author and her books to be able to admit that what they like is not well-written and not objectively romantic, and to not flinch from its imperfections. I was trying to explain the distortion books this popular cause, as happened when the popularity Hunger Games launched a whole sub-genre of teen dystopia that was absolutely everywhere for a few years.

However, this lady’s opinion piece about ACOTAR has done more to explain how the fuck these books are so popular more than any nasty rant I’ve received anonymously in my inbox. Either way y’all need to chill with the harassment, but I understand, now.

ACOTAR’s popularity runs along conservative-liberal lines. It’s only romantic escapist fantasy if you’ve grown up being told that aggressive, controlling, disrespectful men are being romantic. I can’t implore these fans to stop romanticizing the red flags if they don’t see the red flags in the first place.

And in that way, as sick as I am of this book constantly being shoved in my face, as badly as I want a new, better author to boot SJM off the podium, as nasty as y’all can be desperately defending these books… I’m not mad at you, I feel bad for you.

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I get the desire to turn your brain off and read the shitty fairy smut. I burned through every book in TOG in about six days—not because I liked it, mind you, morbid curiosity had me determined to know how it would end and if she’d fulfil her threat of killing a major character to satisfy a prophecy.

I understand now that much of the audience for this series has been trapped in a conservative closet shaming women for their libidos and ACOTAR is a book that is loudly and proudly and very popularly, very smutty and a safe space for these women to express themselves and that yes they do like smut and romance without shame and that they are sexual beings that don’t merely exist as an accessory to men (which is horribly ironic given the treatment of women by men in these books but I digress).

Because you have to grow up and be surrounded by glorified men like Rhysand, in a culture that tells you over and over again that he is romantic, to see what he does and think that it’s the height of romance. That’s probably why the cognitive dissonance is so strong and why the defenders of this series dig their heels in so deeply and lash out so aggressively. To admit that Rhysand is abusive is to turn the spotlight on all the real men who must also be abusive. This is supposed to be escapist fantasy, after all, and we don’t want to think about that.

The idea of a strange, supernatural force of hot man meat to whisk you away from your boring, grey reality, who takes control and is vibrantly passionate and knows what he’s doing in bed is absolutely escapist fantasy… if you’re trapped in the role of the demure, docile, disrespected housewife with a deadbeat husband who maybe lasts five seconds. Or at least, that’s the vibe I got from the writer of this article, who decided herself to speak for all “the girls”.

This is a series that appeals to all the women who were little girls told by adults “he’s hitting you on the playground because he likes you” and “you should just give him a chance” but never woke up to how insidious that is.

The article is absolutely an opinion piece and it was the article’s author first who said that these books are “more fun than therapy" and it is so, so tempting to drag that elephant into the room because what aren’t you going to therapy for but instead treating with this book, ma’am? but that line alone is telling enough of this author's enduring popularity. I've been harassed enough by people on here screaming about how romantic SA is and if I was a survivor, I'd think so too.

So many of these Booktok fans are like rebelling tweens who think it’s edgy to wear black lipstick with their Abercrombie shirts and Converse. It would be funny seeing the bar they set for quality fiction and romance if I wasn't already absolutely exhausted by this series and how absolutely nasty its defenders can be. It wouldn't even be funny, it would be a little endearing, actually, seeing a whole contingent of women with no idea how far smut can go thinking ACOTAR is the pinnacle of fiction, but gosh darn it, it just had to be rapey as hell.

Ironically, you’re not fighting “the man” as much as you think you are when you look at Rhys and then go looking for real men just like him. You’re doing all the men like Rhys who will happily stalk you, manipulate you, hurt you, and disrespect you, a favor by praising them all over Booktok.

What I’d like ACOTAR fans to understand is that there exists a vast realm of possibility where you can have quality writing, sexy smut, and an edgy bad boy who respects his love interest. One need not be sacrificed for the others.

ACOTAR and its popularity are the product of a generation who grew up on Twilight and completely lost the meaning of what a Bad Boy is supposed to be. ACOTAR and TOG are Twilight, except that this version of Bella is slightly more competent. The love interests are just Edward and Jacob reskinned, over and over and over again. And it actually makes me miss Twilight.

And what I’d also like you to understand is that the people like me who hate these books and everything they represent don’t hate you for reading them. I can’t stop anyone from reading this, in my opinion, terrible series. But there’s a whole world out there of fictional men who actually respect their love interests. So if you’re going to rebel and loudly embrace your femininity, don’t stop with ACOTAR. Go find books with actual strong female protagonists. Fuck, go watch Wicked and come back and tell me if Elphaba would ever put up with any man from an SJM book.

So, please, the next time someone tells you that Rhysand is an abusive asshole, and it makes you uncomfortable, maybe stop and think about why.

And if the writer of that article doesn’t speak for you as one of “the girls” forgive me if I came across as condescending. I was also told “he’s mean to you because he likes you” and I woke up.

[witchyintention]

What It’s Like to Be a Real Oracle (From a Real Oracle—Hi, That’s Me)

Spoiler: It’s less “floaty in a temple” and more “talking to spirits in the bathtub.”

People hear “oracle” and immediately think of flowing robes, cryptic riddles, and maybe some dramatic smoke wafting through a marble temple. And while I do enjoy the occasional aesthetic moment, the real day-to-day of being an oracle? It’s a lot more grounded, a little weirder, and way more human than people think.

Let me break it down.

🌀 First Off—What Is an Oracle?

An oracle isn’t just someone who pulls a few tarot cards and calls it divine. It’s someone who becomes the bridge.

Being an oracle means receiving messages—from gods, spirits, ancestors, the bones of the earth, the echo in your own soul—and delivering them with honesty and clarity. It’s not always literal prophecy. Sometimes it’s vision. Sometimes it’s knowing. Sometimes it’s a gut feeling so deep it feels like thunder behind your ribs.

It’s not about being spooky or perfect. It’s about being willing to listen—and willing to speak.

✨ What It’s Really Like

Let me paint you a picture:

You’re minding your business, brushing your teeth, when suddenly a deity needs to say something to someone, right now.

You’re falling asleep and get spiritually yeeted into a dream that is not yours, but very much needs to be decoded.

You’re doing dishes and get a download so loud it makes you drop a mug.

You say something offhand in a reading and the client bursts into tears because “that’s what my grandmother used to say to me exactly.”

This isn’t a cute hobby. This is a relationship—with the divine, with energy, with community. And like all relationships, it requires care.

💬 Things People Don’t Realize About Being an Oracle:

It’s not all-knowing. We don’t have a direct line to every answer. Sometimes Spirit says “not your business,” and that’s final.

It can be exhausting. Messages come in at inconvenient times. The spiritual inbox doesn’t close.

You have to discern, constantly. Not every whisper is sacred. Not every spirit deserves your attention. Boundaries are essential.

You’re responsible. When you speak on behalf of the divine or unseen, your words carry weight. You must hold that with respect.

You still need rest, food, and a therapist. Being an oracle doesn’t mean being superhuman.

✨ When It’s Beautiful

Despite the chaos? It’s also sacred.

Watching someone light up when a message lands and they feel seen by the universe?

Holding space for the dead to speak their peace?

Channeling love from a deity that someone has never dared to approach?

That’s the magic. That’s the honor. That’s the point.

⚠️ A Quick Note on “Fake Oracles”

Some people claim the title without the training, discernment, or integrity. Real oracles don’t just say what sounds good. We say what needs to be heard—even if it’s uncomfortable. Especially then.

It’s not always soft. It’s not always clean. It’s not always “love and light.” But it’s real.

Final Word from This Oracle:

Being an oracle isn’t about being special. It’s about service.

It’s not about power. It’s about responsibility.

It’s not about knowing everything. It’s about listening—deeply, patiently, and with your whole soul—and speaking what comes through with as much clarity and care as you can muster.

So if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be a real oracle?

It’s like standing at the edge of the veil every day and saying, “I’m here. I’m listening. Speak.”

And Spirit? Oh, Spirit always has something to say.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Skizzekai Community AU

Welcome to the land of Hermiton, a world saturated with magic in the very ground and air itself. In this AU, the hermits are adventurers, rulers of kingdoms, merchants, and more, all in the setting of a medieval-ish fantasy world. As with past community AUs, the contributions of all you headcanoners will be the driving force. But as a framework to build off, here's a summary of the key points in play at the start of our story.

THE MAGIC

Magic flows through everything in this world, with different types of it being most prevalent in different regions. The most dominant type of magic tends to be absorbed by native plants and animals, changing them to fit, so an area saturated in fire magic would be populated by fiery creatures. This includes sapient species- there are no humans in this world, but there is a staggering variety of fantastical races. Most creatures simply channel their magic through inherent traits, like enhanced speed or a breath weapon, but sapient species can additionally shape and direct their own magic for use as spells, learning and growing their skill with practice. Magical crafting and alchemy is also possible, by using the magical properties inherent in everything from a dragon's scales to the smallest of plants.

THE WORLD

Although independent towns and unclaimed land do exist, most of the world is split up into kingdoms, each one with a different magical specialty from the most dominant type of magic within their borders. One example is the kingdom ruled by Joel Smallishbeans, a king recently ascended to semi-godhood from the belief of his people and the application of his own powerful magic. The magic of this kingdom is that of fate and stories, prophecy and lore, and a recent prophecy has been particularly interesting. They say a hero must be summoned from another world, and that they will be needed to defeat a great evil.

THE SKIZZ

And here comes the titular character. Skizz Leman, a completely normal human from Earth, is brand new to this world. He's just been summoned by a man who calls himself a god, told he's the chosen one, and sent out to save the world. He has no idea how to do that.

As for the roles of other Hermits, the magic they might specialize in and the species they may be- that is all up to you! Assuming you've read the guidelines (under the cut), the fate of this AU lies in the hands of the inbox. Happy headcanoning!

Rules and guidelines:

- The end date will be announced later, when the AU feels like it has hit a natural stopping point. A post announcing the end will be made a day in advance of the inbox closing.

- After the AU closes, any remaining asks will still be posted, and discussion on the discord is still encouraged!

- Canonicity of submissions will be taken on a first come, first serve basis. If a later submission contradicts an earlier one, it will be considered an alternate and not part of the "main" AU canon.

- Alternates will be posted with [ALTERNATE] text. They will all still be posted, every idea should be seen, and discussion of alternates is encouraged on their own posts and on the discord.

- Au-related art and writing is strongly encouraged! Please tag hermitcraftheadcanons in your posts if you would like us to see and reblog it.

- Non-AU-related headcanons are still accepted, but will not be posted until all the Skizzekai asks are cleared out once the AU is over.

Thank you all for being understanding and patient about these rules. If you need clarification, feel free to ask.

[vsa-pieldepapel]

It's really heartening seeing someone talk about how trans headcanons in fandom are almost always based off of stereotypes (and disheartening seeing you get anon threats over it lmao). As someone who's been on the internet being subject to American standards my whole life I could never word why it always bothered me that being GNC was never enough with some of these characters, or how everything was apparently an "obvious trans allegory" (like Ralsei wanting to go against the Prophecy??? apparently is??? did we play different games how is that a trans allegory????? I feel like trans narratives have been tastefully written in Toby Fox's work before but this would be incredibly shoehorned in). I'm not trying to act like a victim, but it's really weird how people think transness overrides any misogyny or general sexism. Idk why I'm saying this and I'm kind of afraid to even send in this ask. Inb4 JKR comparisons. Thank you for making the posts though

oops. this became an essay. whatever.

LOL that last bit is very funny given a handful of hours before your ask i got this other one

i'll give the sender credit for doing it off anon, but i didnt intend to entertain it with an answer and was waiting to delete it with an inbox cleanup until i saw your message.

This is because this type of message is a verbal snare trap: no matter what you answer, you won't win. Since the accusation was lobbed at me already, if I say "no", then someone else, probably another anonymous, is going to come and say well, if you aren't, then why are you saying x or y thing. if i decided to be a troll and just go yes, then an immediate dogpile would commence. The purpose of these questions is to instigate you to apologize and self correct and watch your language closely from then on, much in the manner of a cult's struggle session or north korean inminban self criticism sessions or confession at church (every high control group operates the same way).

It comes from a need to be reassured that you're not interacting with The Enemy, and so that the recipient raises the flag that they're not The Enemy. Which no one has to do for a complete stranger. In a normal person interaction, you exchange opinions, extrapolate what the person thinks from what they say, and then decide one of the following options: is the person worth continued engagement, or do we disagree on something so fundamental to me that it would be a serious point of contention? can we continue to engage but just not touching on this topic? It is up to that person to decide if I am The Enemy and block and avoid me accordingly. What they think of me is not my problem. Immediate excommunication and avoidance of any ideas flagged as heretic/problematic/filthy american capitalist/etc is also a hallmark of high control groups. it is part of the B and the I in the BITE model for cults and other high control groups.

This type of verbal snare trap is what is set so that you can't articulate why it makes you uncomfortable. It's a control tool called a double-double bind. Of course, to the people exerting the control, it is a screening of whether or not you are whatever out-group they want to keep away, and just bringing attention to the manipulativeness of it all is sufficient to warrant insults and shunning.

It is not enough that a character is GNC because wokism isn't a coherent philosophy or a meaningful civil rights movement, it's a collection of ideas, many of which are self contradictory, used as an aesthetic, fandom, and community, mostly by young or teenager/immature stunted adult people (what church does for boomers without a sense of purpose). In this view, there is a certain number of Oppression Points you get for being specific attributes, and depending on your cluster of labels, you deserve to have an opinion, protection, a support network, and even stuff like sex or getting to harass someone for perceived "bigotry" of any kind.

If you're not usian you know very well that all of this is anglocentric and falls apart elsewhere unless you have been indoctrinated and filter everything through this lens. having any trans identity is also basically at the top of the Oppression Points, since the general rhetoric right now is that the only requisite to be transgender is that you identify as something other than your birth sex, so it's an easy opt in with white people who want to not be at the bottom of the totem pole-- they claim any gender identity and if you are to question it in any manner, you're transphobic regardless of your intention-- autistic people who struggle with gender norms, and the general geeks and social rejects everywhere over the internet. This "opt in" philosophy to be part of the Cool People is also why autism is being treated as this trendy cloud of quirky traits, and why they always claim to have like DID and other difficult, specific diagnoses; and why they insist that everything ever is fluid, a spectrum, a social construct, etc. If nothing means anything, anyone can be anything else, and so you can be one of the Oppressed and have your little revolution larp and, most importantly, what most people crave: a community, connections, and feeling valued (perfectly reasonable thing to want-- and something that high control groups take advantage of ALL THE TIME)

"Wow that sounds like fucking nonsense" yeah, it is. that's why they make you scared to point it out.

its basically this picture

so, because it's a fandom, because it's so specific to an internet bubble, because it's a USA thing, because it's so distanced from any substantial plights of minorities in the real world, it ends up making just... no sense at all.

Your transei example: How is telling this boy that he is actually a woman inside and in denial any different from the prophecy assigning him the role of a hero, or the lonely prince? The only real factor here is that a gnc "cis boy" is Less Than a mtf person. Make him a transbian too, because then he has both the Trans Opppression and the Gay Oppression (nevermind what the experiences of homosexual and transgender people who aren't brainrotted by this are). There is no thought and no care applied. There never was meant to be.

You're being too apologetic. You're so terrified of saying this that you told me if it didn't send on anon don't share it (thank goodness it was). The control tactics of these white bitches (and white bitch-indoctrinated bitches from elsewhere in the planet) are working on you. You have to cushion this in 80 disclaimers because instinctively you recoil from the whip they use to make people like you stay in line. You already know you're going to be compared to JKR, because even if you appease, if they want to shit on you they will. I don't blame you for this. I was in your position. I cried a lot, sometimes three hours at a time. I questioned everything I'd learned, and how much it was harming me. I also lost friends when I began to cleanse my mind of all this contrived poison and the terror it had imbued me across a decade on fandom internet, which was no different from the terror my mother used to control me. I had to go out there, talk to the normies, start to make sense of their nonsense, see the other side of everything. It's not easy, and it often takes years and a collection of traumatic experiences where being Nice and Kind is not enough (nothing other than absolute appeasement is enough, and when 1300 people watch what you say and make, you will never achieve absolute appeasement) to be able to decide that you don't want to do all of this shit.

Given you are saying "INB4 JKR comparisons" my invitation is that you take a trip to her xitter and see what she posts. It will be upsetting. There's a big chance you will not agree with her in the end and you will get mad. But you will know who you're being compared to, and with that, you can decide if that comparison makes sense-- or if it's just being used to keep you quiet, nice and compliant. If the arguments a person makes don't hold up, exposure to their ideas won't sway you, which is why it's key to not let people control what information you are exposed to, or who you interact with-- those are all decisions you have to make by yourself. You also have to fuck up and learn from those fuckups. You don't have to tell anyone you did this, and you don't have to like it. It is just an exercise in defeating the terror of being watched by internet strangers.

Thank you for the bravery to send this ask even though you were clearly very anxious by it. I agree with you, and the reason I am outspoken is because I was you once and I have been getting a decent amount of other people who also question this and are kept quiet through vitriol and intimidation.