#anyway anon you’re not wrong for thinking the way you do and you’re not evil or betraying your friends

[aalexan]

i am quite literally a baby radfem in the sense that i am both a teen and have only been a radfem for 4-5 months? i have many trans friends my age who are very sweet people i enjoy being around, and i really like a few trans celebrities and the ones i don’t, i do respect for being bold and subverting the norm in some way. i would never want to call someone the wrong pronouns or name, but i can’t help but feeling like im betraying my trans friends when i engage with radfem content (even if its not inherently TERF). i really respect these people, but in my ideal world man and woman would be simply a biological label and everyone can present themselves how they want. this idea can directly affect the mental health of my friends and my relationships with them: so my question is, how do i treat this contradiction? is it even possible? should i treat it as i do christianity and religion, where i can respect the followers while criticizing what its rooted in? sorry this is so long!!

honestly, I don’t even think it necessarily has to be a contradiction. for me, even though I am a terf, I don’t harbour a hate for trans people, only a disagreement with their ideologies. i don’t think trans people are inherently bad or anything of the sort - I’ve met plenty of trans people who are really great! people just don’t understand what being a terf actually is, or what we believe in. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if it’s possible to change your friends minds. our disagreement with gender ideology is often seen as more of a personal, mean-spirited attack than what it is; a disagreement based off logical arguments and thinking. the most I can recommend is to stay connected with the rad fem community and like-minded people who understand why we think what we do.

[ccuniculusmolestus]

day 130 of seeing the fandom say absolutely crazy shit about camilla. this is what happens when you consume media without any other lens except for this weird brand of uwu feminism where women can only be evil in a certain girlbossy way, never in a disgusting (and I mean TRULY disgusting, male-centric way), where they are only ever victims because of their “girlhood”. can you believe what I saw today? that apparently everyone in the group is a rapist because they raped her during the bacchanal! forget the fact that the entire group was high out of their minds, forget the fact that camilla is a smart enough girl to know what a bacchanal is and she’s strong enough to make her own decisions to participate (she would actually be more willing to participate in fucked up shit compared to charles!) i am just constantly disappointed and baffled by how they dumb her down in an attempt to make her seem more passive? pretending she’s above using her charm to manipulate the guys around her? apparently even bunny has done her wrong sexually because he didn’t “protect” her from charles’ incestous advances. why would he have?! it was consensual?????????? i am genuinely lost as to how the fandom has lost the plot with this one woman character. they keep claiming we’ll never know camilla because of richard. YOU ARE RICHARD! you are obsessed with victimizing her and then sexualizing this victimization! once I even saw someone claim JULIAN had victimized camilla?! they are obsessed with this narrative that every male who ever had contact with camilla raped her or sexually abused her and I’m beginning to think it’s because they can’t think of a fem character in any other way. she just HAS to be sexual or sexualized or a victim because she’s an uwu girl. no decision she takes is ever her own and no crime she commits is ever malicious because she’s ‘just a girl’ (and I hate this awful trend too). I’m sending this to you on anon because you’re the only one who won’t call me a misogynist rape apologizing male centrist (something I’ve been called before by this wonderful community for suggesting camilla was not the ‘ultimate’ victim. she is a victim don’t get me wrong but only of charles and ONLY after he’s blackout drunk.) anyway. I like your blog. I wish I’d found it before.

WHAT

aww thanku for the compliment

HOLD ON A MINUTE THOUGH. (cracks knuckles)

WHATTTT I AM SO GAD I AHVENT SEEN THIS THOERY BECUA E WHAT DO YOU MEAAAN WHAT DO YOU EMAN THEYRE ALL RAPOST!?!?!?!?!

OK wait let me chill Out for a sec and think abt thsi. Saur My brainneeds to section things so I'll just make a list ok

GANG SA? i,m assumign theyre going with the SA thing bcs she *was a deer* and they all remembered chasing one...? THO idk how that transglates into her being SA'd 🗿💔💔 i guess to each their own interpreatation.............Personally i think its so easy to get wrapped up in these weird ahh headcanons if u don't rlly gaf about the classical contextt behidn the story...? Let me begin with the deer: UNRELATED TO BACCHUS -> Deer are sacred to Artemis and as we all know she is aka the huntress. Deer, hunt.......Deer, huntress.....possible allusion to the Goddess? PERHAPS. U kno...I have a crazy theory abt purrhaps this being a sign that they were led to 'hunt' the farmer. That's crazy. Anyway. RELATED TO BACCHUS -> sauuurrr wild animals lowkey depict wilderness and dreedom and ecstasy for Bacchus and his folowers. The deer is not Dionysus' animal tho 💔 at least not from what i rember like its a panther or a tiger lowkey. HOWWWWWEVER DEER SKIN IS RELATED TO HIS FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW ABOUT "NEBRIS"? It meansa deer/fawn skin! And Bacchus' female followrs the maeneads use to wear this during the rituals! Also Bacchic rituals dont even sacrific deer 😭😭 they sacrifc liek goats i thin. It was eihter goats or rams but not deer. Also SA is literally never a part of Bacchic myths ew. Prersonally im my opinoin Donna used this imagery for classical reasons and not to depict fucking gan g rape. Bruh. Within a Bacchic fraework this probs js means she felt wild and animalistic in the ritual. ORRR LICHERALLY that she simply entered a trance-like state?? There is no textual or even contectual evidence that she was SAd.

CONSENSUAL INCEsT? The incest was consensual and i belueve this strongly. i think poeple just put it all on charles because he is eazy to overlook and hate bcs of his abuse at the end but i d dont think thats a fair analyss of anythng......Look. Incesy themes are cosndiered gothic or whatevr and Donna Tartt mother of literature wrote evrything very precisely. WHy I dont believe the incest wasone sided is because Donna shows us a balance nd equalty b/w the sibs. - POWER IMBALANCE? Firsty they are literally twins so u take that age gap power imbalance away ok - CAMILLAS AGENCY? Secondy Ccamillas masculinity puts her on a somewhat equal footing WHEN IT COMES TO CHARLES (to Charles! Other men obv wouldnt see it this way) i wih i coudl explain it better but they are mirror images of one other.... Camillas masculinty is subtle and also a counterpoint to the vulnerable femininity people try to project onto her..She actualy isnt portrayed as meek or helpless by Donna EVEN in Richads's observation! She's emotionally controlled and calculated, ESPCIALLYYYYYY compared to her fuckass brother who goes off the deep end at evey little thgn. Camilla is not someone who doesn’t know how to say NO. She's not someon who bends over backwards to please ANY man around her please gie let her have some agency .... nd we also kno Camilla is more capable of cold and brutal decisions when it comes down 2 it….I am not saying this makes it impssible for her to be a victim to him OFC but I just dont see her as having 0 say in what she and Charles do…….. - DONNA TARTT'S DEPICTION OF MORAL COLLAPSE Literally its just to show moral collpase. LMFAO. Donna wanted to shwo moral collapse and consensual incest is RIGHT UP THERE with MURDER! - NARRATUVE SILENCE IS FOR AMBIGUITYYYYY....NAWWTTT VICTIMHOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALOT of pople say ohhh we didnt hear Camilla say shit she was such a victim. WHAT. Miss Donna's entire NOVEL is abotu ambiguity girlfriend we actually dont hear a lot of them say anything except Miss Richard! And she's a liar! - Black and white Charles? many let Charles’s eventual abusiveness color their entire view of the relationship, instead of recognizing that his behaviour at the end is not the behavior he has normally BUT a literal breakdown in response to losing emotional access to her. Sheleaves his ass when he starts drinking anf this drinking makes him abusiev!!! HE LITERALLY BECAME AN ALCHOLOHIC AND YALL TALKNBG ABT "HE WAS ALWAYS LIKE THSI" LIKE WHaT????? - Projection of disgust obvi incest is fucking yuck because it is disturbing but disturbing doesnt mean nonconsensual. Morally wrong? Yes, but that doesnt automatically imply abuse.

Julian/Bnuy OH OH IVE SEEN THE JULIAN ONE! IDK WHAT IT MEANS. WHAT DID BRO DO (sorry nothing to addhere from my prepsective bcs i literally dont know what could have happened???) Maybe he asked her to read that poem once and she lowk has social anxity so he basically did a war crime (I am srs abt this tho profs who make u read shit out loud when they know u dont feel the vibe shoud be publicy executed kys) DONT EVEN GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON BUNNY??? TF HE DO??? Yes he sees two consenting adutls doing incest and freaks out and clams up abt it until they commit a fucking murde r bcs he couldnt snitch on them b4 bcs like it would mess up their whole group and honestly what tf would u do if u discovered two ppl in ur friend grp were investig...? LOL/ LEAVE HIM ALONE HE GETS ENOUGH SHIT AS IT IS

ARE YOU SEXIST MISOGYNIST EVIL BATSARD Im glad u aseked. Answer is:

No

and llike, dont worry gurl, I been called that once too for uhh...for analyzing bnnuy's relaitosnhip with marion..........anything gets u titled anything over here its fine.

I have acutally been meaning to discuss the issue with Camilla and Charles' depiction in this fandom but I was lowkey scared so....thanku for this ask anon! I get your frustration!

Ur totally right that some takes reduce Camilla to a passive object and Charles to a 1 dimensional predator. In a literary space these r lowkey ahistorical (bcs they dont take gothic + classical tropes into consid), anti-literary (they assume everything is a modern social allegory), and Im ngl theyre often condescending toward Camilla, who I admit is literally one of the most emotionally intelligent characters in the book

N I do belive that theories and headcanosn are, obvi, a to eahc their own kinda vibe. But if u take a theory that has no contextual evidence or smthn and start treatin it like canon u r bound to confuse and offend other readers maybe UBUT ALSO you will start getting offended when other readers dont take ur takes srsly. Bcs stuff like this is so charged (rape, incestual SA) that ppl just shut down and have visceral reactions (which is understabdale and normal). so i mean someone who believes in these theories might get mad at u for NOT believing in them or treating them as canon. At the end of the day bro we all jus gotta chill and ponder

[kanaria-a]

🛸 anon here and i was just trying to collect my thoughts because its all over the place but anyways

first off detective reader x yandere, serial killer jamil. ITS A COMMON IDEA BUT IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR IT LIKE URGHHHH. Imagine he’s like your assistant that aids your case in trying to find out who’s the murderer and he’s just sabotaging you or deterring you to the wrong direction just as you thought you figured it out. I think it would be kinda like how he was in book 4, trying to seem innocent and like an angel when in reality he’s just plotting for reader’s demise. IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF READER HAD AN EGO AND KEPT DISMISSING JAMIL’S HELP AND HE WAS PLANNING TO KILL THEM BUT LIKE UH OH NOW HE’S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THEM AND DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. I could go on details with it like imagine his attempts at first murdering reader was a bust but now he’s thankful that he didn’t kill them yet. or like imagine jamil’s not just being their detective partner but an actual too. Imagine if they’re dating or something and like jamil’s trying to calm reader down after they get really frustrated and like ughhhh. the silly worms in my brain activate

second one imagine hero jack who has a savior complex (i dont know how to descibr eir(?)) towards villian reader. i think it would be great if reader just wanted to be evil for the most selfish reasons ever instead of having a sob backstory. (but jack’s having a sifferent mindset is like “i can save them.”) i dont realky know jack poppes up firsy in my mind but you could do any other character that fits. like imagine he’s hust constanting pestering them and obsessing them tik the piint it creeps reader out and imahine they’re like nope im done doing villians work and just disappear and jacks all panicking wondering where they’ve gone. He should be putting them into jail but he feels the need that they have to be saved and should be saved. WAIT THIS SOUNDS LIKE THE RED RIDING HOOD STORY its okay guy 🫨🫨

finally i think a malleus x reader. imagine they’re like flowers but humanized. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT like i guess they arent excactly fleshly but more like having the properties of a plant. Okay sk imagine where malleus lives its in the dark, gloomy forest and he’s obviously lonely. He’s used to having no one until reader from the other side of the forest where the sun’s brighr and everything is just blooming befriends malleus. Makleus iverhwelmed with feelings and love had decided to depend on reader for his happiness til the point he decides he wants them for himself. He devides to take her into the deepest part of the forest where nothing but the bugs live there. I could imagine reader dying bdcause they’re not suites for that engiroment and we could see malleus’s guilt coming in sliwly as reader rots. Its like maggots inside in a way. imagine him holding rwader in his arms as he just whispers sorry over and over again. He didnt want this. He just wanted you by his side forver. Youre the only one who ever made him hapoy so please dont go.

Omg i should really write my own fanfic. DUDE IM SO BAD WHEN IT COMES TO INSERTING MY IDEA INTO WORDS. ITS SO BUNS I GENUINELY FRAK OUT. Anyways i got a ton more but you’ll only get three for now!!! ALSO YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS!! IM PRETTY SURE YOURE BUSY AND I DONT WANT TO IVERHWLEM YOU WITH TOO MUCH

❝Lindo, lindo, in my ears, it grinds❞

in which, you’re a detective working on a case of serial murders…

ft. Jamil Viper

The precinct buzzed with its usual cacophony of ringing phones and shuffling paperwork, but you paid it no mind. Your attention was fixed entirely on the crime scene photographs spread across your desk like a macabre mosaic. Three victims, each discovered in increasingly elaborate circumstances, each bearing the same peculiar calling card—a single black feather left at the scene. “Detective?” A soft voice interrupted your concentration. You glanced up to find Jamil Viper, the department’s newest forensic consultant, standing beside your desk with a manila folder clutched in his perfectly manicured hands. His dark hair was pulled back in its characteristic braid, and his expression carried that same deferential politeness that had marked every interaction since his arrival three weeks prior. “What is it, Viper?” you asked curtly, not bothering to mask your irritation. The last thing you needed was another well-meaning amateur offering unsolicited theories about your case. “I’ve completed the analysis of the fibers found at the third crime scene,” he replied, setting the folder down with practiced precision. “I thought you might find the results… illuminating.”

You snatched the folder without ceremony, scanning the contents with the practiced eye of someone who had built their reputation on solving the unsolvable. The fibers were synthetic, likely from a high-end suit—expensive taste for a killer. Your brow furrowed as you absorbed the technical details, missing entirely the way Jamil’s lips curved into the faintest suggestion of a smile. “Interesting,” you murmured, though you’d already begun formulating your own theories. “This suggests our perpetrator moves in affluent circles. Someone with access to quality clothing, probably works in a professional environment.” “Perhaps,” Jamil agreed smoothly, “though one might consider alternative explanations. The fibers could have been planted deliberately to mislead the investigation.”

You looked up sharply, your pride bristling at the implied criticism. “I’ve been solving murders since before you knew what a crime scene looked like, Viper. I think I can handle a fiber analysis without your… guidance.” Something flickered in Jamil’s amber eyes—hurt, perhaps, or maybe amusement. It was gone too quickly to decipher. “Of course, Detective. Forgive my presumption.” As the days stretched into weeks, the pattern continued. Jamil would present evidence, offer insights, suggest alternative avenues of investigation—and you would dismiss each contribution with increasing irritation. Your ego, already substantial from years of accolades and successful closures, swelled with each perceived slight to your expertise.

The fourth victim changed everything.

Dr. Margaret Whitmore, a prominent psychiatrist, was found in her office after hours, arranged in the same meticulous tableau as the others. But this time, there were witnesses—or rather, a witness. A security guard reported seeing a tall figure in dark clothing leaving through the rear exit around the estimated time of death. “We have him,” you declared triumphantly, spreading the witness statement across the incident board. “Male, approximately six feet tall, dark hair, wearing an expensive suit. This matches our fiber evidence perfectly.” Jamil stood beside you, studying the board with an expression of careful neutrality. “The description is rather… general, don’t you think? Half the men in this city could fit those parameters.” “Details matter, Viper,” you replied dismissively. “When you’ve been doing this as long as I have, you learn to see the patterns others miss.” But even as you spoke the words, doubt began to creep in. The case that had seemed so straightforward was becoming increasingly convoluted. Evidence that should have pointed toward resolution instead opened new questions, led down dead ends, created more confusion than clarity. It was during the investigation of the fifth victim that everything shifted. You were alone in the precinct, working late again, when Jamil appeared with coffee and a box of pastries from the bakery down the street. The gesture was so unexpected, so thoughtfully domestic, that it caught you completely off guard.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said quietly, setting the offerings on your desk. “You’ve been working through lunch for three days straight.” For the first time since the case began, you really looked at him. Not as an obstacle to your success or a threat to your authority, but as a person. The careful way he moved, the intelligence that shone in his eyes when he thought no one was watching, the subtle grace that marked his every action. “Thank you,” you said, and meant it. As you ate in companionable silence, Jamil spoke softly about the case, his observations free from the usual deference that characterized his public persona. His insights were sharp, incisive, cutting through the confusion with surgical precision. And slowly, terrifyingly, you began to realize just how much his guidance had shaped your investigation from the very beginning.

“You’ve been steering me away from certain leads,” you said suddenly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. Jamil went very still. “I’m sorry?” “Every time I get close to something significant, you redirect my attention. Suggest alternative theories. Introduce new evidence that muddies the waters.” Your voice was steady, professional, but your heart was racing. “You’re protecting someone.” “Am I?” His voice remained carefully modulated, but there was something different in his eyes now. Something that made your breath catch in your throat. The silence stretched between you, heavy with implications neither of you was quite ready to voice. And in that silence, Jamil felt something shift inside his chest—a warmth he hadn’t expected, a longing he couldn’t quite name. You were brilliant, fierce, dedicated to justice with a passion that both threatened and thrilled him. He had planned this so carefully. Every detail choreographed, every contingency accounted for. The perfect crime, with the perfect cover, and the perfect fall guy already selected. But somewhere in the weeks of working beside you, watching your mind work, seeing the fire in your eyes when you spoke about protecting the innocent, his perfect plan had developed a fatal flaw.

He was falling in love with the detective hunting him.

“Detective,” he said finally, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “What if I told you that some cases are better left unsolved?” You leaned back in your chair, studying his face with new understanding. “Then I’d say you don’t know me very well, Mr. Viper.” The smile that crossed his features was different now—not the careful, deferential expression he wore like armor, but something genuine and infinitely more dangerous. “On the contrary,” he murmured, “I think I know you better than anyone.” As the city lights twinkled beyond the precinct windows, Detective L/N and Jamil Viper sat across from each other, separated by a desk covered in evidence, united by a connection neither had anticipated. The hunt would continue, the game would play out to its inevitable conclusion, but the rules had fundamentally changed.

After all, what was a perfect crime compared to perfect, impossible love?

YIPEPEEEE WRITERS BLOCK CURED IM SO HAPPY

also tried to space out my writing more !!

AND THE JACK ONE SOUND SO COOL I MIGHT TRY TO DO IT SOMETIME THIS WEEK..? MAYBE? and ik it’s technically not exactlyyyy what you asked for, but i just could NOT figure out how to word what i wanted to write properly so i went with something slightly different 🫩

[everwhovian]

NEED A CONTINUATION OF YUNA AND JUN-HO BEING SICK AT THE SAME TIME AND JUN-HI FEELING GUILTY OH GOD

You really have very evil thoughts, my dear anon. It definitely matches my energy, so here we go!

(This is a continuation of this ask)

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Jun-ho knows something’s wrong the moment In-ho walks into the room.

He’s not in uniform, but he still carries himself like he’s bracing for impact – shoulders stiff, jaw tight, like the truth is a weight he’s holding with both hands. But his eyes are soft. Too soft.

Jun-ho pushes himself up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. “What is it?”

In-ho doesn’t answer right away. He sits on the edge of the bed like he used to when Jun-ho was little and scared of the thunder. Like he wants this to feel safe, even though it isn’t.

Then, he gives him a smile. Small. Bittersweet. The kind of smile that hurts more than a slap.

“Yuna made her choice,” In-ho says quietly. “And I made mine.”

Jun-ho freezes.

In-ho’s hand finds his knee, warm and steady. “You’re going to be okay.”

Jun-ho stares at him. “Hyung…” His voice cracks before he can stop it.

But In-ho only squeezes his knee gently and stands. “Try to rest. The nurses said they’ll bring Yuna in soon. So neither of you have to be alone.”

And then he leaves.

The door clicks shut behind him.

Jun-ho doesn’t move.

Doesn’t blink.

The words sit in his chest like a stone.

‘You’re going to be okay.’

He’s replaying the words in his head, over and over, like maybe he misheard it. Like maybe he can undo it if he just thinks hard enough.

But it doesn’t change.

They’ve chosen him.

They’re letting Yuna die… for him.

His breath starts to shake. His fingers curl into the sheets at his sides.

She’s only a few rooms away. Still here. Still alive.

And it’s because of him that she won’t be for much longer.

Jun-ho blinks hard, like he can force the tears back, like he can undo the words if he just doesn’t cry.

But the guilt is already crawling under his skin.

He doubles over suddenly, like the guilt hits physically, like it knocks the air straight from his lungs. His throat tightens. His mind won’t stop spinning.

Why would they choose him? Why would In-ho choose him over his wife?

Jun-ho presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, like he can physically block the thought from forming, but it’s too late.

It’s already there.

You’re the reason she’s going to die.

He shakes his head. Hard. He whispers, “No. No, no, no,” to the empty room, like saying it aloud might undo it.

He presses his hands to his head, trying to steady the thoughts, but they’re spiraling too fast. He sees her face. Her laugh. Her arms around him when he was ten and scraped his knee. The way she always made sure there was hot soup on rainy days. How she told him he was family before he even believed it himself.

How she loved him like a mother and a sister and a friend.

She’s everything good in his world.

And now she is going to die.

Because In-ho is giving his kidney to Jun-ho. Because In-ho is not giving a part of his liver to Yuna.

They’re choosing him instead.

His vision blurs. His chest is tight. The tears come anyway – fast, angry, and hot.

“I don’t want it,” he says, his voice shaking. “I don’t want it if it means losing her.”

His fists clench. His knuckles ache.

“I’m not worth that.”

He’s just the little brother. Just the kid who always needed looking after. Just the kid who didn’t leave them alone. Just the kid who always clung too tight, asked for too much…

He’s not more important than her.

He can’t be.

So why are they doing this?

The room is too quiet. Too still. Only the steady beep of his monitor reminds him he’s even here, alive, while she lies somewhere down the hall with no second chance.

He wraps his arms around his knees, curls into himself, and lets the weight of it crash down.

No one is coming to reassure him now. No one to joke or ruffle his hair or tell him it would be alright.

He is alone.

And all he can do is sit in the too-quiet room and cry into the guilt that now lives in his bones.

Because he doesn’t feel saved.

He feels like a thief.

Like he is living on borrowed time – time that didn’t belong to him.

Time that belonged to her.

Like he’s already grieving the heartbeat he’s about to steal.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

(A/N: I'm just gonna ignore the fact that they could still find another match for Yuna...)

[scrprints]

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Summary: Roy is captured by a local sheriff and thrown into a cell. The sheriff leaves for the night leaving Roy alone with his Deputy (You). Who decides to take advantage of the young outlaw for your own purpose. (This is a result of a request from an anon)

CW: non-con elements, slight bondage, rough, abuse of the law, 18+ content, sexual themes, minor violence, rape, brutality, abusive, bigger and stronger, power dynamic

Pairing: Male Reader x Roy Goode

WC: 3K+

Mature Audiences ONLY ahead (18+)

"A'right, in ya go." The sheriff said half-shoving his prisoner into the cell.

The chains from the iron handcuffs rattled against the prisoner’s wrist. The young man turned around once inside the small space, watching as the bars clattered shut with a deafening clunk. He put his hands through the bars, thinking that the lawman would relieve the handcuffs from his wrist. He was wrong.

The sheriff laughed. "Those are stayin’ on."

A sigh came from the man as he retreated into the cell, taking a seat on the worn-out cot, they called a bed.

The door to the sheriff’s office swung open. A man, little older than the prisoner, stepped inside.

"Evenin’ Sherrif." Your tone was gruff, dry, a little hoarse, as if you had been yelling all day. You sported dark, medium-colored hair, a rough, unkempt beard around your face, and a few scars to go with. You were tall with some muscle to back it up.

"Evenin’, where ya been?" the sheriff asked.

"Down at the saloon, talkin’ to the towns folk. You should try it sometime. People gon’ think you’re a hermit with how you never engage with 'em." You responded. Then your eyes shifted to the extra guest in the building. "Who ya got there?"

"Ah, ya. Meet our latest outlaw. Notorious Roy Goode." Sheriff proclaimed proudly, hands on his hips.

You raised your eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

"Don’ give me that look. It’s really him." The sheriff defended himself.

"And you just happen to catch him, did ya?"

"Well, yeah. I am a lawman. It’s what we do." The sheriff rubbed at his face.

"I kinda surrendered to him." Roy chimed in, gaining a side glance from both you and the sheriff.

You cocked your head back at the sheriff and chuckled.

"A’right. So, I didn’t actually catch him in that sense, but he’s here now. Anyway, you’re on-guard duty for the night. I’m goin’ home." The sheriff huffed, grabbing his coat and shuffled out the door. "I’ll be back in the mornin’. No visitors, a’right."

"Whate’er ya say, sir." You shook your head, watching the other man leave.

You waddled your way over towards the cell, leaning against the bars. "Ya really Roy Goode?"

"Yes, sir." Roy responded lazily, sitting down, legs slung across the cot.

You took in his appearance in the dim light of the lanterns layered around the jailhouse. Roy was a handsome young man, short, tousled hair, short beard, and brilliantly blue eyes that shone in the light.

You tilted your head side to side as you studied him. Roy averted his gaze, not appreciating being stared at like some sideshow attraction. You let out a hum. "You don’t look like the killin’ and robbin’ type. Just gonna say it. Your poster don’ do ya justice. Don’ look that evil."

Roy shrugged. He’d heard that before from others he had crossed paths with. He was becoming a changed man over the years once he woke up to all the hell he’d been raging with Frank and the others. He wanted out of that life. Surrendering was the only option he really had to be safe for a while.

You sucked your teeth, pushing yourself away by going back to your desk. Drumming your fingers on the wooden top, your mind thinking. "Say, I’ll be right back, 'mk."

Roy nodded, not looking in your direction. It wasn’t as if he was going anywhere.

A few minutes later, you returned. A tin plate in your hand with a small ration of food on it. Reaching the cell bars again, you held the plate out. "Here."

Roy shifted, pushing himself up. Gripping the plate, he was a little taken aback by the kindness of the law. He dipped his head, "Thank you," he muttered and slowly dug into the food. His blue eyes lingered on you as you shuffled back to your desk, plopping into the wooden seat. You looked more like an outlaw than Roy did from this angle. Rough-looking, years of work, stress, and sun aged you. In between bites, Roy called out, "What’s yer name?"

Your gaze turned back to the man speaking. "Ya ain’t your typical outlaw, are ya? Unless ya want my name to be put under a notch in yer belt."

"It ain’t like that." Roy semi-protested. He genuinely wanted to know your name.

"It’s John." You replied. You saw no harm in telling Roy. Though you were always wary of prisoners asking for names. In the past, it never led to a good outcome. Outlaws were notorious for killing the law without questions; they also had a dark look in their eyes, especially behind bars. But when you looked at Roy, you didn’t see that. You just saw a young man, sadness in the eyes, maybe a little lost at times.

It wasn’t long before Roy finished what he had been given. He cleared his throat to get your attention, as you had taken the time to sift through some papers on your desk. Getting up, you once again returned to the bars. Half-looking, you took the plate from Roy. Your hand grazed a little of Roy’s, and you both paused with a held breath, then it was gone. You set the empty plate down and out of the way for now before going back to your papers.

Roy wanted to ask you if he could get his handcuffs removed, but seeing how in-depth you were with your work, he’d wait for another opportunity. He took the time to lay down on the cot, chancing a little sleep when he could get it.

You fumbled with more of your papers as you got everything settled and filed properly. How the sheriff let the mess go, you’d never understand. Or perhaps the sheriff didn’t care too much about it. Either way, it was an inconvenience.

With a creak of the chair, you leaned back into it. Hands behind your head, you glanced towards the cell, since it had grown quiet. Roy was on his side, eyes closed, in a light sleep. Of the many outlaws that had the misfortune of taking a stay here, Roy was by far the best-looking one. You thought. Your mind bordered on the perverse. You weren’t particularly a lonely man. There were plenty of whores in town who could fill that need. But looking at this man, it stirred a deep desire. Those soft features, the lean body laced with slight muscle under the clothes. You groaned just thinking about it. What would it be like to have someone like that? You were sure if you tried, Roy would resist you. But how much resistance could he really put up being chained and locked in a cell?

You bit on your lip, a weak attempt at drowning out the lustful thoughts. You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t take your eyes off the other man. The more you stared, the more your thoughts delved into the obscene. Imagination running wild. Picturing you pinning the smaller man against a wall, tearing off his clothes, abusing his body. Helpless and unable to defend himself. You figured if Roy was going to hang, you’d never get another chance to let the images become reality. You could feel the tightening of your pants, your dick getting hard by sheer thoughts under your clothes.

You took the time to check outside; the town had grown still. The time of night where only the bugs and critters were awake. Only a few streetlamps produced light, and not a soul was there to rekindle the oil burning out. Closing the door quietly, you scooped up the key ring, quickly holding them so they don’t clank together causing noise. Your eyes darkened with a downright scary want. A predator eyeing its prey in the dark. Carefully, the key thunked over, turning the lock open. Moving as slow as you could, you slid the cell bars back. With a hard swallow, you hooked the keys onto your belt as you stalked over. Your shadow was cast over the sleeping frame of the outlaw.

Feeling a shift in the air, Roy stirred. His eyes went wide with you standing over him. A lump in his throat. He wasn’t afraid, not truly. The law had always been weird towards him. But this. The obscurity of your eyes. They screamed danger. Pushing himself up into a seated position, Roy kept his eyes locked onto you.

You moved swiftly, gripping the connecting chain of Roy’s handcuffs, jolting  the outlaw to his feet, his hands above his head. Without care, you dragged him next to his cot, crashing his legs against the edge causing some pain, before his back slammed against the wooden wall of the cell. "What…?" Roy began to present his complaint, but you hushed him.

"Don’ say a word." You had Roy’s arms above his head, pinned against the wall. Roy wriggled under the pressure. Just as you suspected, he would put up a fight. "Ya could make this easy on yerself," You growled, moving your face closer. "Don’ fight it."

Roy narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t going to die like this. That was his assumption of the situation, misreading your true intentions. Roy swallowed, tightening his jaw, as your hand wrapped around his throat. Raising his knee, he rammed it up into you.

You grunted, wobbling slightly, maintaining your grip. You squeezed your hand. Then crashed Roy’s head into the wall, dazing him. You cursed under your breath, your throbbing erection pulsed with pain from the sudden impact.

"Fucker, told ya not to fight." You hissed, pressing your body into Roy to still any movement.

Roy was losing some feeling in his arms from their position, getting that tingly feeling. He shifted his head, blinking back clearing the blurred vision. Launching a wad of spit into your face, angering you further.

"Yer gonna regret that." You growled. You squeezed down hard on Roy’s throat, cutting off his air. You watched the man’s face turn red before you let go. Roy choked and coughed sucking in the much-needed air. Forcing his face to turn to yours. You harshly landed a kiss onto Roy’s lips. You also pushed your body as far as it could go into Roy, flattening him into the wood behind. The outlaw’s eyes blew wider, a new fear sinking into him. He could feel the outline of your length through your pants. He tried his best to move his body; it refused to budge under your weight.

You smirked, rolling your hips ever so slightly, driving home what was in store. Pulling off the kiss, you watched Roy gasp and pant, his breath hitching in desperate, ragged attempts to draw air. Your gaze scorched him, a predatory glint in your eyes. There was no escape and there was going to be no reprieve. Roy was utterly at your mercy, every struggle, every desperate twitch of his body, only serving to fuel your grim satisfaction. You kept one hand firmly on the handcuffs, pressing Roy's wrists hard against the rough wood, while your other hand began its slow, deliberate descent.

Your hand skimmed over Roy's ribs, making the outlaw flinch and try to turn away, but the wall and your weight left him nowhere to go. The hand continued its journey, tracing the line of Roy's slender waist, fingers splaying wide, the touch a vile brand against Roy's skin as the slipped under his clothes. Roy's eyes were wide, darting, his muscles screaming in a desperate, futile attempt to twist away from the encroaching defilement, but he couldn't get far. Each small, frantic movement only served to rub him more intimately against your hardened frame, making your smirk widen. The hand then moved lower, boldly cupping Roy's crotch, feeling the soft denim against the hard curve of his desire. Roy let out a choked sound, a desperate whine, as he pressed himself further into the unyielding wood, trying to escape the invasive touch that now directly assaulted his most vulnerable point.

Your palm began to work, rubbing deliberate circles over the growing bulge beneath Roy's pants. Roy's breath hitched again, tears welling in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic whimper escaping his throat, a sound of pure, helpless defeat. The rough fabric of his trousers, combined with the relentless friction, was betraying him, and he could feel a shameful heat spreading through his own loins his legs parting slightly, a horrifying response to the very act he so desperately wanted to flee. Your smirk widened, sensing the shift, a dark triumph in your eyes as you leaned closer, your voice a low, gravelly whisper against Roy's ear, "See? Told ya not to fight. Makes it easier."

A surge of raw excitement pulsed through you as Roy's struggles weakened, replaced by those shameful whines and whimpers. With a groan, you released the handcuffs long enough to rip Roy's shirt. Buttons flew, fabric tearing with a harsh RIPP sound, exposing the soft skin of Roy's chest and belly. Your free hand immediately plunged, rough and possessive, grabbing at Roy's nipples, twisting them with cruel pleasure. Roy cried out, a muffled gasp of pain and humiliation, as your other hand, still having him pinned to the wall with the handcuffs, keeping him from collapsing.

Then, with a sudden, jarring move, your hand dove down, past the waistband of Roy's pants, a cold shock against heated skin. Your fingers wrapped around the already hardened cock beneath the denim, a punishing, crushing grip that made Roy buck against the wall, a strangled sob tearing from his throat. You leaned in, your breath hot against Roy's ear. "Ya like that, don' ya, outlaw?" you rasped, your voice thick with a dark satisfaction as you began to squeeze and knead, relentlessly claiming your prisoner.

Roy's mind screamed, a mix of embarrassment and degradation. Every instinct howled for escape, for defiance, but his body, traitorous and weak, was giving in to the relentless, brutal mistreatments. The coarse fabric of your uniform, the heaviness of your body, the invasive touch on his bare skin. All of it was a violation, yet a terrifying, unwanted pleasure was coiling deep within him. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks, hot and silent, a witness to the battle raging between his shamed mind and his betraying flesh. His hips began to roll in a rhythm that wasn't his own, driven by your rough expertise.

You watched, your eyes gleaming in the dim light, as Roy's face twisted between agony and a horrifying, dawning pleasure. You felt Roy's hips bucking into your hand, a primal response that fueled your own escalating desire. "That's it," you murmured, your voice a dark caress, tightening your grip, intensifying the friction. You pushed Roy harder against the wall, grinding against him, forcing Roy to feel every inch of your own burgeoning arousal.

The sensation became overwhelming, a desperate, frantic need that overshadowed the fear, the shame, everything. Roy's head lulled back against the wood, a strangled cry letting loose from his throat as his body betrayed him completely, convulsing against your hand. A wave of shameful climax wracked his frame, leaving him limp, trembling, and utterly, spent. Your hand withdrew slowly, leaving Roy feeling cold and empty, yet dirtied by the unwilling release. Your smirk was wider now, a silent, triumphant testament to what you had just inflicted.

However, you were far from satisfied. Your own hardened length pulsed with an unmet demand. With a grumble, you hooked his free hand into the waistband of Roy's pants and, with a ruthless, single tug, ripped them down to his ankles, along with his underclothes. The cool air hitting Roy's exposed skin sent a fresh shiver of terror through him. Before Roy could even register the full extent of his nakedness, you forcibly spun him around, shoving his face against the rough wooden wall of the cell. The handcuffs, still secured digging into his writs, held his arms awkwardly, leaving his back and exposed ass fully vulnerable. You leaned in, pressing your body flush against Roy's, hips grinding, already beginning to prep Roy's ass with the hard, eager thrust of your own rigid length against the pale, exposed flesh.

You grunted, struggling for a moment as you tried to manage your trousers with only one free hand, the other still tightly gripped around Roy's cuffs. The movement was clumsy, a furious fumbling, but in short order, your pants were down, revealing the engorged, throbbing arousal of your thick veiny cock.

"Please... don't," Roy pleaded, a whimper caught in his throat. He thrashed his body weakly, a last, desperate effort to fight off you and your assault.

You groaned, pressing closer. "Shhh, now. Easy there," murmuring, your voice a grotesque parody of compassion. One hand, still pinning Roy's wrists, seemed to soften its grip, while the other moved to brace Roy's hips firmly against the wall. "Ain't no use fightin' it. You're gonna take all of me, deep inside." You pushed your hardened length, already slick with pre-cum, against Roy's trembling, exposed entrance. "It'll hurt, sure, but then... then you'll stretch. You'll give. And then it'll feel good. You'll be ruined. Just for me. And ain't a thing you can do about it." The words were laced with pure malice.

Without another word, without a hint of warning, you plunged inside. Roy's body arched violently against the wall scraping his skin against the wood, a strangled scream tearing from his throat as a searing, tearing pain ripped through him. He felt himself stretching, tearing, a vicious violation as your entire hardened length forced its way into him. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, streamed down his face, blurring his vision as he sobbed, a sound of pure agony and despair. You didn't falter, didn't hesitate. You began to thrust faster and harder, each impact stretching Roy's desperate hole further, grinding deeper, relentless in your assault.

Yet, amidst the searing pain, as the relentless thrusts continued and his violated body began to familiarize itself to the cruel invasion, a new, horrifying sensation bloomed within Roy. It was faint at first, a shameful flicker of something like pleasure, igniting in the very depths of his humiliation. He hated it, hated himself for it, even as his body arched, a silent, unwilling response.

You felt the shift, a visceral thrill surging. "That's it, yer taking me so well," you moaned, voice a low, possessive growl against Roy's ear. "Atta boy. You were made for this."

Driven by Roy's unwitting compliance and your own escalating desire, you finally relinquished your hold on the handcuffs, letting Roy's cuffed hands drop with a clatter against the wall. Both of your hands now clamped firmly onto Roy's hips, gripping them hard causing bruises, you pushed, deeper, faster, with a newfound, unrestrained ferocity.

You continued your relentless rhythm, pulling Roy closer with each powerful thrust, driving him further into his own ruin. Roy's whines became more frequent, a desperate mix of pain and unwanted pleasure that now consumed him. His head gently thudded against the wall with each impact, tears soaking his cheeks, but his hips, against his will, thrust back to meet your force. "Good boy," you rasped, your voice raw with triumph, "So…so close…can taste it." You felt Roy's muscles clench around you, and with a guttural rumble, you drove in deeper, a final, ruthless series of pumps. Roy cried out again, a broken, shameful sound as his body, utterly given over, climaxes once more, trembling violently against the wall.

A moment later, with a final, guttural groan, you shuddered, your own body tensing, and you poured yourself into Roy, a hot wave of release that marked the brutal culmination of your assault.

You, panting, pulled yourself free with a sickening pop. Roy's legs buckled, and he slid down the rough wooden wall, a heap of exhausted, overstimulated flesh. He lay there, trembling, every inch of him screaming. You, immensely pleased with yourself, took a moment to look down at the messy sight you'd made of Roy. The torn shirt, the twisted pants around his ankles, the glistening slickness on Roy's inner thighs, all spoke to your achievement.

With a final, satisfied glance, you tucked your own softening length back into your pants. You then used the back of your hand to wipe a few stray drops of cum from your inner thigh, a quick, almost dismissive clean-up. Then buttoning them up the rest of the way with a rough hand.

Meanwhile, Roy, still trembling, began to shakily pull what was left of his clothes back on. His torn shirt hung off him, buttons mostly gone, exposing his bruised raw skin. He tugged his pants up, the denim feeling rough against his flesh, and the broken waistband offered little comfort. Each movement was an effort, his muscles weak and aching from the ordeal, a tell to the overuse and stimulation he had just endured.

Roy's head lifted slowly, his reddened eyes, still wet from crying, shooting daggers at you. They blazed with anger, a furious hatred for what had just happened to him. You met his gaze, a wide, self-satisfied laugh rumbling in your chest. You turned from Roy, the keys jingling in your hand as you effortlessly slid the cell door shut. The metallic clunk of the lock engaging echoed through the quiet station, sealing Roy back in.

Roy slumped against the cold wall, his body a battlefield of aching muscles and violated skin. Every fiber of his being was screaming, not just from the physical pain that now radiated from his core, but from the misery and filth that settled over him like a suffocating shroud. He closed his eyes, wishing for nothingness, for oblivion, anything to escape the vivid, replaying memories of your violent touch and his own body's shameful betrayal. The cot felt too far, too much effort to reach. He just stayed there, a broken figure in the dimly lit cell, the sounds of his own ragged breathing echoing in the oppressive silence.

Across the room, you settled back into your creaking wooden chair. You picked up your papers again, but your gaze kept drifting towards the cell, a faint, lingering smile playing on your lips. The night's duties, the filing, the quiet solitude - it all felt infinitely more satisfying now. You leaned back, a deep sense of self-satisfaction warming you from the inside out, the memory of Roy's cries and eventual surrender a trophy in your mind. The jailhouse was quiet again, a quiet that spoke volumes of your victory and Roy's utter defeat.

[shizunitis]

Hi! What's thrice married to salted fish about? And do you recommend it?

lin qingyu, who had been preparing for the imperial medical office examinations for ten years (he’s eighteen. this man has spent more than half his life working towards becoming an imperial physician), gets his dreams crushed when the emperor bestowed upon him the honour of marrying himself to the terminally ill lu wancheng (read: do it or your entire family dies teehee xoxo) as a male wife, in a setting where “being gay is in vogue”

he moves in, idiots (in-laws) fuck around and find out, he wreaks havoc on the family (excepting lu wancheng, who is too funny to stay mad at. i love him so much)

lu wancheng is. hmnnGGG. best way to explain him, and my opinion of him:

anyway! funny man lu wancheng proves to be a transmigrator. fun times are had, bickering (affectionate) ensues, and then lu wancheng dies, leaving lin qingyu with the knowledge that he might come back in another body in the future, and me, in tears. it’s fucking heartbreaking. maybe not erha levels just yet but like. it’s getting there anon. i’m in pain

also: it does feature somewhat difficult topics, and i recommend looking up a content warning list before reading (i have yet to finish it, so i’m sorry i can’t really write a comprehensive one myself) but so far it’s insanely good, and the dynamic between the cp is just. Perfect Soup. partners in crime: my favouritest dynamic in the world. nothing is better.

it’s sad. it’s beautiful. it’s. hnng. i recommend it, so long as you’re okay with a rather… morally corrupt protagonist and an enabler as a ml. i personally think lin qingyu has never done anything wrong in his life, and i find it extremely attractive when he’s being evil, but. you know. different tastes and whatnot

i’ve yet to get my thoughts in order about the story but it’s shaping up to be one of my top 5’s so far, if that helps? god i need a nap. don’t hesitate to ask any follow ups but i do have to warn for my incoherence

[ckret2]

Sama anon that sent you the ask beginning with “I always figured that Bill held disdain for Soos because…” so sorry about that last paragraph in the ask, I realize you’re not the type of author to seriously change your story or writing style because you got a long question and saw it as a Hint, I was just feeling guilty about another author whose story I think I inadvertently messed with absolutely no idea or intention. Sorry. Ignore that last bit, it was kind of uncalled-for unfaithful..

I'm gonna use this ask as an excuse to copy/paste your original ask and put it under a read more since it's Long.

Yeah, as you figured out in this ask, I'm not changing anything. I know exactly why Bill hates Soos, and I know exactly when, how, and why the audience will find out. I only change my plans based on asks if they make me think of a way to do what I wanted to do that's even better than the way I was originally gonna do it.

But yes: the reason Bill hates Soos is personal.

Anyway, your theory has been officially noted!

Anonymous asked:

I always figured that Bill held disdain for Soos because he viewed Soos’s positive attitude/outlook and friendliness as being naive and mindlessly conformist and unaware of all the ways he was harmful and delusional in a blind-to-anything-that-society-doesn’t-say-is-bad, without ever having the curiosity/worth to think outside the box.

Like, think of how… a disabled person might see licensed professionals casually abusing their disabled patients with cruel, damaging practices that do nothing to help and actually obviously harmful if you think/ pay any attention at all, but they tell themselves they’re good people and cheerfully don’t look any further into it. And that’s how he sees Soos, and his morality, as someone who thinks he’s nice and good and doesn’t get everything he’s doing wrong/thinking wrong. Ish. Only Bill sees all order as pointless and repressive and evil.

(Maybe there’s a degree of separation, somewhere, because as we see in The Book of Bill, he verrrrry subconsciously sees himself as a monster, in a way that’s actually bad-bad. But overall the lines are blurred for him, between what values of society are pointless and cruel, and all order being bad, burn it down, kill the people. When it comes to Bill’s kind of morality, where chaos is freedom, and order— all order— is repressive and cruel and unnatural. Is doctors force feeding you meds to fix you when you’re not broken but they’re breaking you.)

And that it wasn’t particular to Soos, that any average, cheerful, “common ol’ Joe” human like Soos would in general receive that kind of disdain from Bill. That sort of, “what an idiot” feeling, that’s got some real pain, and hatred for everything he thinks that person’s cheerfulness and kindness/morality represents, buried deep beneath. Not anything too personal against Soos himself. Just everyone like him, and what they look like to Bill. A typical, benign, blithely cheerful example of the dumb masses, another moron human organic who doesn’t get it. And isn’t even weird/creative enough to be interesting, blegh.

And it makes sense, anyway, since Bill is basically being abused here, that he’d have disdain for any of the people complicit in it who put up a cheerful friendly attitude, which they themselves bought. Talking from Bill’s perspective here.

But anyway, with Bill’s disdain for Soos, I was just like, yeah, makes sense. Soos seems to be the type of human to come off to Bill as a typical annoying dense meatsack. I didn’t think about it too much though I guess it took a lot of words to describe.

But with that ask about Bill’s disdain for Soos… okay, so was it more personal/more, in general, than just the stuff I just said? If it wasn’t, that’s fine. It makes sense if Bill’s disdain isn’t any more personal or extra complicated than what I tried to describe. It’s interesting enough on its own, it doesn’t need more factors. I just wanted to ask.

I just realized the length of this ask probably sounds pushy, somehow, but I only wrote so much because I got sidetracked trying to put my thoughts into words, it was only going to be a few sentences. It really was just a casual question. I’m not even that committed to this over other things. Don’t change the preplanned story because of me, please. Or add a specific scene about Bill’s dislike of Soos when you wouldn’t normally because of me. And you don’t have to spell it out for us in the next chapter, or whenever you write about it, because of me. Your writing is already great, you don’t need to change it to be more obvious for any reason. Just write it like you would. I really was just asking casually, this ask was really going to be a few sentences long, but I couldn’t figure out how to put my thoughts into words and now it’s paragraphs, sorry. But yeah.

[tubbytarchia]

Love anon here. I’m like the evil hate anon or maybe just the hate anon in the future. You’re cool, your art is genuinely amazing, it and your writing and analysis make me feel bad things but in a good way. Please never stop doing what you do it is so cool that you create things that you enjoy. That is one of the most powerful things about you and so many people on tumblr. And you know sometimes I disagree with you or them but I simply either look away or continue looking with love depending on how much I care about the disagreement because I love that you are creating

Aww... Thanks love anon 🥺 My writing makes me feel bad things too lol but it's not my fault bad things happen to my little man... Like some people think I want to see him hurting? It's not up to me man that's just what I see...

Sigh if only the world had more people like you who don't mistake disagreement as immediate reason to hate. If there are people in my following who don't always agree with me but stick around anyway, you're SO awesome just for how rare that's become lol, it speaks volumes for what you think of me and I respect you to the ends of the world. I always welcome different people's takes though! It's only when defensive or passive aggressive language gets involved that I grow tired of it, but like... genuine discussion!! If you or others ever want to express opinions different from mine then I welcome it. This is genuinely what so many people like me are trying to get but any disagreeing response to my toxic FH and such tends to be "You're wrong because I said so" or "you're wrong because I ship FH and you can't stop me" (??Not what I'm trying to do) or "you're homophobic" (this accusation comes up so much, genuinely). Guys I just want to have discussion...!!

(And if people don't wanna partake in said discussion then they should look past!! Like you!! People are crazy man)

[povsecretblog]

Ok, first of all, apologies to Pov. I didn't imagine this would cause such confusion here. Sorry. But honestly, I didn’t expect that sharing my opinion would trigger this kind of reaction. I don’t like to argue, so I’m only going to reply this one time and try to address everyone in a general way.

What I shared was the way I think about and study magic. Magic. While you can definitely use the term witchcraft, that’s not how I define it. Regarding the people who asked why someone wouldn’t be able to do magic if they’re insecure — it’s actually pretty simple: magic comes from intention. From how much you believe in yourself and in what you're doing. You have to have confidence in what you’re doing, confidence in yourself. Someone who’s insecure will become anxious, will get caught up in all the “what ifs.” Their mind will be taken over by anxiety and they won’t be able to focus it on the magic. Usually that makes the magic lose its strength or simply not work at all.

As for the fact that I said she’s too dumb for this — well, sure, you can pay someone to do it for you. But do you know what’s actually going to be done? Do you know what the person performing the magic is really going to do? And do you know if that person is even ethical? Even if you're not going to perform the magic yourself, you still need to know the basics. And to add to that, I said I don’t believe MG is capable of doing it on her own — not that she couldn’t pay someone to do it. Frankly, if you really want to do this effectively and safely for yourself, you need to study it deeply. Can you honestly see MG putting down her phone to focus on a book?

And about the issue of good or evil: like I already said, I don’t see magic as a matter of good or evil. To me, it’s simply a tool for achieving something. People can use it for good or for bad. That’s what I believe based on the studies I’ve done. To be honest, I know some schools define magic as good or evil — white magic, black magic, etc. Well, I don’t see it that way, and as I said, this is my perspective. If you have a different view, that’s great. But defining something as absolutely wrong is simply ignoring how different cultures and people relate to magic.

That’s it. Again, sorry for the confusion, Pov. Now I’m going to rewatch B99 because I need something to cheer me up after this weekend 🥹❤️‍🩹

This explains your previous writings better, I understand. And just in case, I want to warn, please do not hurt each other while talking about your differences of opinion. Anyway, enjoy watching anon. 🤍

[sukirichi]

NO FR!! cuz he was just an insecure boy forced into a life he was never meant to live, he was supposed to be frolicking in fields and making flower crowns for a living, not being kidnapped by some power hungry psycho who deemed his current life to be too pitiful.

like don’t get me wrong, my heart is a little broken for omi, but like you’re so good at building chemistry between characters - i think no matter who was endgame, i would’ve been heartbroken.

but i really hope the suna’s get to have a humble quiet life, maybe with a kid and a flower field perfect for harvesting and making crowns out of. (also just the symbolism and parallels of a flower crown compared to the heavy bejewelled crowns they’d worn before would be so😭🥲🥲🥲)

wait pause - there’s still two chapters left tho💀, so who knows maybe rin isn’t end game and he actually does end up being more like a platonic partner and omi comes back 😗

- shhh anon

“he was forced into a life he was never meant to live.” yes!! omg i actually like, think about this a lot like what if rin had grown up with his biological parents, what could’ve happened! so anyways i’m going to be yapping here BUT me thinks that if he’d lived normally, they would’ve struggled financially, yknow, but maybe rintaro could’ve realized that whoa hey he’s actually pretty good at volleyball so he lands a scholarship in this really nice school and he’s somewhat decent in his academics either. and his parents are just so supportive of him, like they try their best to support rintaro in reaching his dreams. but also i think that in this timeline, he would still meet dtd!yn because i think she’d be close to tobio, who is a great volleyball player and she accompanies tobio in his inter-high competitions, bumps into rintaro, and its just!! SPARKS FLYYYY but also rintaro kinda distances himself from her because obviously she’s like way beyond his league soooo... ALSO HELLO? FLOWER CROWNS? the symbolism tho omg 😭

also GAHSJKA thank you!! honestly i was pretty firm in the endings i had chosen but writing omi and rin’s relationships with the reader was honestly such a journey that i actually got very confused too like? who should i choose? even i myself can’t really say which one is more suitable for us because YESSS even though omi is the obvious better option, we also can’t deny that dtd!yn has a deeper connection with rin. yes, she loves kiyoomi, she wants to be with him, but her heart has never questioned that rin means a lot to her. “i think no matter who was the endgame, i would’ve been heartbroken.” honestly me too!! i’ve thought about how it would go if the other was endgame and like... i feel like no one is winning because i don’t want either of them to hurt any more than they already do 😭

suna living a life in the fields!! i talk about this with my friend a lot and we loveee the concept of farmer suna so much, we have so much thoughts on it <3 YEAH two more chapters left so we really don’t know! anything can happen at this point *evil laughter*

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Okay I 'm that one anon who prefaced that I wasn't attacking and I mention that because I didn't know how to re-identify myself

Anyway I agree without you on how poorly they handled Ironwood's downfall but what else you said continues to baffle me as a writer and as one whose trying to grow and trying to incorporate more characters how would you suggest going about topics of emotionally "throwing away ones humanity" if said character has prosthetics?

Like...and understand I'm trying to figure out how to word this. If you were to take...let's keep rolling with James. As he was before the absolutely asinine commentary on what him sacrificing his arm meant. If his prosthetics are just that and not meant to symbolize anything. Can you talk about him or any character or original creation under the idea of what they could be doing to themselves emotionally or mentally?

I'm really trying to find where to go cause it just seems that with disabled characters writing certain things for them is heavily limited as to what can be done because certain attempts at things could be labeled as ableism when that wasn't the intention either in an a stumble at the execution of an idea or because the audience (and I'm not saying this is Rooster Teeth cause holy shit is it not them) took something about what was being done and applied it to an aspect of the character that the creator wasn't even looking at.

On that note what they did in general with Penny and whatnot was odd but what would you do about a character that if they had the choice didn't want a disability? This is a more of an out of somewhere questions cause typing this I always think of the Spirit Fairer discourse where there was apparently a character who had a wheelchair and I guess at someone point didn't have it anymore and was happy about that. But people got so mad that the developers rewrote the story so the character remaind wheelchaired bound, but that just makes me ask is it wrong for a character to want to be able to not have a wheelchair? Like is it wrong to write a story where a character wants to be able to walk? Like how would you go about having a character having a disability and not wanting their disability anymore?

Honestly anon as I said before I just….wouldn’t. To put it another way, what does having someone throw away their humanity add to the story? Why do you feel like you need it? And why does it need to be the disabled person? All people have humanity because they’re human. Trying to have someone throw away their humanity is…dangerous territory because more often then not those stories tend to rely heavily on either disabilities or mental illness to “justify” that and for obvious reasons that is extremely ableist. And even without using either of those things it still can be interpreted by audiences to be the disability or mental illness’s fault and what made them lose their humanity. It’s…far too tricky a subject for me to think ever is worth it to be in a story.

If you’re asking how to make a disabled character evil that’s entirely different because evil people can still have their humanity because they’re human. They just happen to be an evil person who does bad things. Making Ironwood evil isn’t inherently a bad thing, but CR/WBY saying that losing his arm is a symbol of his lost humanity is. Then repeatedly having the villains be disabled is a problem. It’s important to ask “why does the disabled character have to be evil” when making them a villain because so often disabilities are used a short hand for villainous traits which is ableist and harmful and tells disabled audiences that their disabilities are seen as villainous.

It is generally the job of the author to really think about these things and the tropes that they are relying on for their story. As a society so many people view more metal = less human which just isn’t true and is actively harmful towards disabled people. Do you remember at all the Mars Rover Opportunity? How emotional people got when her last words came out “My battery is low and it's getting dark”. My friend from my discord group put it perfectly: Oppy is all metal but she’s human. She wasn’t born, she was created but she was alive. We loved her to humanity. People mourned when she passed. NASA played a love song for her. Her being metal didn’t matter, just as James being half metal shouldn’t matter, just as anyone having prosthetics shouldn’t matter. They are still humans with humanity, and I just don’t see any reason to write a story about someone willingly throwing away their humanity.

So Ironwood "wanting" to throw away his humanity and becoming more monstrous is ableist. Doing this to any disabled character is ableist because their disability will inherently be used as a shorthand for said monstrousness either by the author or audience.

Here are a few good videos that discuss the topic further and really discuss the issues with disabled villains:

Some great points the video discusses:

A lot of villains motivation is being "cured" of their disability which stems from this idea that disabled people are miserable and hate being disabled and can only be whole and happy if they are cured. Yes some people would like to have a curse for their disabilities, not everyone wants that and having most villains want that is a problem as it stems from the idea that being disabled is inherently tied to misery and suffering which just isn't true.

It also makes the point about how oftentimes disabilities are used as a visual shorthand for inhumanity in their villains and them merely being disabled and looking "other" is a clue to the audience that said person is evil and even inhuman in far too many cases. We repeatedly see this in RW/BY with Tyrians tail, Cinders Grimm arm, Salem, and James's new prosthetic. All are framed as evil and monstrous to show us how evil they are.

At the end of the day, I think it is crucial to talk to someone who has the disability you want to represent in your work about how you are portraying them. I cannot and do not speak for all disabled people in this discussion and can only really discuss my feelings/the feelings of those I have talked with. When writing disabled characters it is critical to include people with those disabilities in the discussion of how the characters story should go.

[juniperhillpatient]

ok I’m like… back to this. I do love that the coffin of andy & leyley is so brutally bluntly HORROR as in not pg 13 blumhouse ghost horror movies that shy away from anything too taboo but horror that’s meant to offend & upset. I like the way it sees shit you’re not “supposed” to talk about & goes as hard as it can like - I don’t think at this point it’s a secret to literally anyone who follows me or has ever discussed fiction with me ever that the controversial or daring are obvious draws for me in any genre but particularly my favorite genre of horror.

like an anon suggested this to me, I saw the words “cannibalism” “incest” & “botched satanic ritual” as soon as I googled & was ready to check it out BUT I think it’s worth noting that it’s not the dark concepts themselves that got this game its well earned hype or that ensure that it lives rent free in my head & the heads of other fans.

I think the writers have created really compelling & complex multilayered characters & a fascinating storyline with a lot of questions left unanswered about the nature of these demons & of human souls & the world these characters inhabit & I’m being so sincere here I also think it’s a really thought provoking critique or at least exploration of the american nuclear family.

I already said this but I would’ve stopped caring pretty fast if andrew & ashley were not more than their archetypes which SURE are fun we love a quirky evil girlboss & her simp boyfriend brother but the fun archetypes are not enough on their own to keep me hooked. luckily, these are some of the least 1 dimensional characters I’ve ever seen. this got carried away talking about how good I think the game is & giving an obligatory disclaimer that yeah, I totally got into it initially for shallow & edgy reasons lol but I actually wanted to talk about the themes because I genuinely think it’s an incredibly well crafted story. anyway -

I think it’s really interesting that ashley is the one that is originally shown believing / hoping their mom hasn’t truly abandoned them. andrew discourages her from having hope in their mom or considering trying to find her until it’s about finding sacrifices for the demon & getting money. yet this initial dynamic is totally forgotten once they’re home. ashley just wants to kill these motherfuckers while andrew is busy playing mind games & - one might argue- playing house / pretending be a happy family. it’s andrew who is offered the olive branch. who we see considering sparing his parents or at least feeling conflicted about killing them. in the flashbacks we see that “andy” was forced to take care of “leyley” & she uses it against him “mom says you have to play with me.”

ashley is so depressingly achingly desperate for any hint of affection & it’s so obvious the reason she’s latched into andrew is that he’s the only one who’s ever chosen her. that’s why she’s so obsessed with calling andrew “andy” despite the conflict it constantly creates. andy helped her hide a body. a possibly hot take but I don’t think leyley was going “yay murder” in her child brain - I don’t think she cared that the girl died don’t get me wrong - but I do believe it was an accident. this is a happy memory though because it’s the only time in ashley’s entire life that someone has chosen her with that level of commitment. yet for andrew it’s horrific & traumatic & he wants to get away from it - or so he tells himself. maybe his parents were decent to him or at least not actively hateful how they were to ashley but it’s abundantly clear based on the fact the story’s premise relies on them leaving him to fucking starve to death that they do not give a fuck about him.

when mrs. graves tells andrew that there’s still hope for him & that she always cared about him the compliments she chooses are telling - they thought he was easy, quiet, a good kid - they thought they could have another (& hand her off to him to take care of). and ofc it’s worth noting mrs. graves only says all this to save her own skin & would never freely talk about caring about andrew.

so andy is living this cold not abusive but certainly empty & devoid of nurturing life & along comes leyley. she’s annoying & needy but she loves him with such reckless abandon. adult ashley’s words say it all. “If only you could love me with half the heart I love you with.” but he DOES he just doesn’t know how to show it the way she does. so he chooses her again & again & tries to make her happy with violence & bending to her will & showing her he’d do anything for her with everything he can except the one thing she wants which is simple affection.

as things get more & more dire ashley gets more abusive, controlling & manipulative embodying the worst aspects of her mother - a cold heartless bitch who never cared about anyone but herself - & andrew gets more & more apathetic just like his worthless father who’s barely even a person in his wife’s shadow.

it’s a really tragic story & I love this idea of characters on the run but they’re really running from themselves & that’s something you can never escape. how telling is it that the one thing ashley doesn’t want is to be buried in the same grave as her parents? but this story is about a grave it’s always been about a coffin in one way or another, they thought they escaped when they got out of the apartment but they’re still in it because they’ll always still be in it, you can’t escape from who you are at your core & there’s a reason ashley having tarred soul is such a glaring theme & episode 2 (in some versions) ends with andrew gaining a mark on his hand from the demon. they’re marked & there’s no escape. I’m sorry it’s just REALLY good horror. ok I’m done for now

[epiphainie]

u have a very eloquent way of speaking and will get the idea across way better than I could so what do u think about how people are twisting tommy’s mentions of jealousy regarding having and wanting a family and a father figure that he’s brought up on two separate occasions? the way some people are coming at him as someone with absolutely evil and malicious intentions to idk take over and steal bucks life is so wild to me. largely because of you are truly harbouring an evil form of jealous and have the plan to take someone down, you don’t let the person know that you’re jealous of them in a vulnerable and intimate way. what to me was a moment of healthy communication between two people in a developing relationship other people have turned into proof of tommy and buck not working out because tommy’s jealousy comes with some sort of malicious hidden agenda. I also just wanna know how jealousy is an inherently bad emotion? sorry I can’t quite articulate by thoughts properly but I hope u get what I mean and maybe articulate them better lol

Hi anon!

I think you articulated it very well. I gotta admit I ignored all of those takes, didn't even take a glance because they are simply so silly. Trying to find anything as a precursor to BuckTommy's 'inevitable' fall results in the wildest takes as you said because for what we have of BuckTommy so far, no interaction between them has been played as a potential flaw. Like I said before, when you watch this arc like a normal person (and not someone who found themselves looking for some sort of validation through a fictional piece of media approving your beliefs), BuckTommy are kinda sickeningly good for each other so far. The moment they realized bi Buck wasn't a stepping stone to their fantasy endgame, there was no escaping their bad faith interpretations, but it's been kind of funny with how ridiculously normal and healthy BuckTommy has been in the actual text. I can't even imagine what we'll deal with next year when they actually experience some relationship drama for the development.

Like you said, there's nothing wrong with vocalizing your jealousy. No emotion is inherently bad and talking about it with the person you're pursuing a relationship with is good, it's healthy. Jealousy is not this monster where you're dying inside to get what you don't have, sometimes it's an expression of dismay that things didn't work out the same way for you. Most of the time it doesn't even have anything to do with other people, it's about the experiences you've had. How would this even cause a problem for a couple, like? Sorry babe, I can't stand that you wanna be friends with my friends too?

Anyway, forgot what I was saying. It's just all very dumb.

[golbrocklovely]

people on twitter are being so loud about things that aren’t correct.

1. people are saying that k and kat were friends up until k and sam got together but that’s not true. a shocking amount of people think that. kat was “friends” and i say that loosely because they were never close friends, with singer girl not k.

2. people are still going off on colby because of the poem mlp posted. they’re saying that colby always pretends to date these girls like mlp, stas, and amber. also not true. the only one of those girls that he genuinely pretended to date was amber for the video they did together. he did not pretend to date mlp. they all just played into what she was feeding them behind the scenes. same thing with stas, they were never more than friends but they let themselves get convinced by her that they were together. if any of those girls are hurting it’s because they did it to themselves. im so over that damn app lol.

and you’re right with the k live making fun of kat situation. it could be about singer girl (i forget what you guys call her haha) but because people are so mad at sam moving on they want her to be evil so bad. and people are already coming out saying “i never trusted those girls anyway” 🙂 laugh out loud. first of all, m has nothing to do with if k was making fun of kat on live bc she wasn’t live with her it was a different friend. and second of all, if every single time that snc has a girl around you have to say you had a bad feeling about them maybe you should look inward. maybe you should do some soul searching because there’s a pattern there that is toxic as hell. not every girl around snc is out to get them.

sorry this is so long i’m just so over this year and it’s literally only mid january😄 i never knew so much could happen in such a short time

honestly anon, you are absolutely right and i agree with you a million percent.

1. kat and k were never friends. i don’t even think they followed one another at any point. the only way they knew each other was bc of ms singer and kat being on the same label. but none of them were close or really even friends, besides k and ms singer.

and as we know now, k didn’t really even make fun of kat. fans were jumping to conclusions because they don’t like that sam has moved on to k, and colby has moved onto m, and so they take it out on the girls. i mean, they also take it out on colby because sam never does anything wrong and he’s the golden child but you know… same difference lol

2. this argument is one i don’t understand truthfully. even him and amber barely pretended to date. they teased the fandom like twice and that was it. they constantly reiterated that they were just flirty friends.

when it comes to mlp and stas… i could literally fist fight someone over the shit that was said lol jk

mlp has been airing out colby’s shit for the past two weeks bc he rejected her, finally. and ppl are trying to paint her like she is some innocent victim that got played by the evil colby brock. and look, i get that being rejected can suck and not having your feelings reciprocated hurts deeply. i know those feelings very well. but she claims that they were each others’ rocks, that they relied on each other for support and always came running to one another when things got tough. but now she’s casually telling fans in her live streams that colby has had multiple mid life crisis and he has secrets she can’t talk about. and then in her poems, which all have basically been confirmed to be about him, she talks about him having a darkness in him and that his shadows keep them apart and she was the light he needed and it’s just like………. for the longest time, my issue with her is that she has never been satisfied with just having colby as a friend. that she always needed more. but in the time frame of trying to get to that other side, they grew a deep bond. but now, bc she’s hurt, she’s just saying everything he told her. and that’s just disgusting behavior to me. you want to talk about the pain you’re in? that’s fine. but to air out shit he’s never even told us?? how fucked in the head are you to think that’s what one person should do to another? especially someone you called your twin soul? your rock? not to mention, but you’ve made it seem like he needs to be fixed and you’re the one to do it…

if he does have something dark inside of him, which to me just reads as her saying depression, you’re absolutely fucked in the head if you think someone like that needs fixing. especially by a horse girl like yourself. you still act like a high schooler and you’re 30. how about you get your shit together first, kiddo.

and then with stas, that shit just never happened lol she did the same thing as mlp: tried to plant seeds in the fandom that something else was going on with them. liked comments shipping the two of them, constantly answered questions about him. she did what mlp did but in a shorter time frame. and when malishkagate happened, and fans started congratulating the two of them for finally being together (even tho it’s very obvious that she took his phone after he filmed her and wrote “malishka” as the caption since clearly that man doesn’t know russian), that was the beginning of the end for anything they *could* have had. and then she went on her subscription service after they came home from europe and hung out with colby and friends one more time, only to tell her fans that she was going on a date and then posted colby. so… no wonder that man iced her out. i would too if you were going around and bragging to friends that you got posted on my snapchat 👀

also what i find the most annoying is that there are some fans that blame the downfall of the core four as colby’s doing……… as if a major component of the core four wasn’t a LITERAL couple that broke up. like bffr. and wasn’t stas literally complaining about being abandoned during one of kat’s streams and when she was asked about it, she just kept ignoring anything that had to do with stas?

but i guess that’s none of my business….

[georgiapeach30513]

your takes on CE characters are refreshing haha.

Though for me personally Steve is my baby and I will baby him until the end of time. He is my all time favorite character and is the farthest thing from a deviant or dom. I respect the people who imagine him as such but I cannot see it. I felt in the first avenger the entire movie they were disrespecting him and man was I sad for him. He was so damn earnest and positive throughout it and that’s what me cherish him. The soldiers booing him and throwing tomatoes at him. Him feeling like a dancing monkey but still found it in him to go rescue the 106th. what I loved so much about how they did the character in the first film was that even after he got the serum - he wasn’t immediately cool or accepted or even respected. He had to really earn it and I really enjoyed that gradual transition into him becoming the captain while Steve inside. But I digress. Everyone has different takes on how they feel marvel did his character and I really rather not ruin it with discourse.

But ransom - I am very intrigued by your take on ransom because most ppl tend to assume he’s evil to the core. I think he got written that way by rian johnson but Chris played him in a way that gave him a bit of a “possible redeemable” side but idk if he even meant to do that. Maybe it’s his own personality coming through - he honestly seems like even if he was trying to be this awful human being he can still be lovable. It’s like you can’t really hate him even if you’re supposed to. Idk how he does it.

It’s funny, when defending Jacob came out there was a split on twitter between ppl who were team Andy and those who were team Laurie. Some People thought Andy gaslit Laurie and also did some really dumb shit (hiding a murder weapon as a DA?). Andy wasn’t what I would call a super great lawyer. But I did think it was sad he seemed to have no friends and his whole life was Laurie and Jacob. I could understand why he was so ride or die for his family and I also thought it was super sad at the end when he told Laurie he loved her even if it didn’t mean much to her and she just walked away from him. (Don’t make your spouse your whole entire life, ppl. If it falls apart you’ll have nothing.) I do think his character had a lot of flaws and personally felt he did a lot of self sabotaging but I could also understand why he did it. One thing that did make me really really sad for him was that each time he would get angry or upset with either Jacob or Laurie he would still always want to make up or apologize. I think he just lived/loved for them both so much that he couldn’t bear the idea of losing them or having them be angry or walk away from him. In some ways, he’s kinda similar to Pete Brenner (sad upbringing, basically alone in life no family). For Andy, his self made family is all his has, then his work, and Pete, his work is all he has, then his family.

I haven’t seen all of his characters/films but one recent standout is Pete from pain hustlers. I extremely disagree with critics who claimed his character wasn’t enough or that he was lackluster. WRONG! Pete was FIRE to me and man do I want more of him. I’m still reveling from his performance because for a role that got so downplayed by critics, I was expecting basically nada but got so much more than I bargained for. The little bit about Pete’s background in foster care was very eye opening and the scene where he gives Liza that rookie of the year bracelet??? He got so timid and was like “just wait a bit before you pawn it” and I got so 🥺. He really liked Liza and I think that betrayal he felt from her really cut deep. So sad.

Anyways I digress. I just love your takes and the discourse on your blog!

You’re one of the few blogs I’ve seen where even if your personal views or preferences aren’t always the same as the anons who post to you, you are always respectful and give an open chance for discussion. I really dig that!

I love hearing takes on characters!! This is why I love Chris’ work. He plays his characters so nuanced and layered, so naturally people are going to pick up on different cues.

Now, what you said about Steve, I believe that for CATFA. But I think being out of time hardens him, and that’s why I have that take on Steve. Plus, I’ll be honest I can’t forgive him for leaving Bucky and Sam when they needed him. And he went back to Peggy after she said she lived her life. He showed how selfish he can be.

I think Chris is the reason Ransom was layered. You can tell that Rian wanted him to be very one note. But then Chris had those little pouts, and breath intakes. Ransom was a spoiled child that didn’t get love and attention that he wanted and deserved. There’s a reason that he’s Harlan’s favorite. He’s smart. He can be conniving but imagine that intelligence is for good? He would be so loyal if he found the person worth being loyal to.

I hear everything you’re saying about Andy and I agree. That’s why I get the vibes him and Laurie just weren’t good for each other. They barely knew each other when she got pregnant. So they grew apart instead of together.

Yes about Pete!! I’m so glad you picked up on all that! I found myself wanting and yearning to know more about Pete and his life. How did he end up in that situation? Because I think, like Ransom, Pete wanted love. He respected Liza so much. And the hurt 😭 Chris did so good!! I hate that most of the negative reviews focused on him. Because I think he was the saving grace.

If we can have good conversations about Chris and his career/characters I’m here for it. That’s who I’m a fan of.

[maddyguru]

Omg like what is wrong with some of these anons. Like u put warnings and the keep reading tab and they still on ur ass⁉️ like guess who doesn’t have a life lol. Anyways, you’re doing a great job with dealing with the hate and I hope it doesn’t demotivate u. Honestly, idk what’s wrong w ppl wishing rape and death upon u. Like that’s fuckeddd up. Considering you’re writing fiction about fictional characters. Sorry to burst ur bubble but geto sama is unfortunately not real so he doesn’t give af about how u write him lollll. What I find works the best is deleting hate comments and blocking the anons from sending asks.

And of course they’re anons bc they don’t have the ballz to send it with their user. Goes to show all these bitches are all bark, no bite. If they were mature, they would block you and move on with their day without wishing rape and death upon u. Like srs get a life, a job, a hobby ect

I hope you’re doing okay 🫶😽 every dark blog gets that initial hate but once u find ur ppl it gets better 🫶🫶

I've been writing dc contents since i was 18 years old, on ao3. Migrated to tumblr in 2021 and since then I've been writing for both platforms up until this day. And i just want to say, tumblr ppl is more brain dead. Ao3s are chill you rarely get hate over there.

Idc if they want me dead. I'm not dead yet 🤣 and i know maybe some ppl dislike the way i responded with the same violence but as a person, i think i very much deserve to be hateful towards bitches who can't stay away from things they dislike and then harass you for it. I think I'm fucking great.

So yeah. I hope my followers know what type of person i am; the person who will become unhinged when you too shows no respect for me. My family raised me to be respectful, but i raised myself to be respectful only for ppl who truly deserve it and stand for myself no matter what. If any of you think I'm evil for responding the way i am, i do not care. I am evil. Have you seen the shits I've written?

Back then, i always delete and blocked. But now, I've had enough. You want to be disrespected so bad? Fine let's do it.

Also, gege akutami is an incest enthusiast himself I'm, pretty sure he's proud of me for writing these dark fics ajd he WISHED he made geto r*pe his own sister after he killed his parents 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💀