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More pigeon Nikolai because he is the silliest creature :D
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Who's lex dark and why's that anon so pressed about you hating them? Hate to your heart's content!
CW: discussing CSA, pedophilia, and problematic content
Lex_Dark is a popular nsfw artist on twt. I want to get it out of the way that I at one point followed them for a brief time. This was until I saw some of the art they made. They’ve drawn porn of teen soukoku, endorse ships like Chuuya x Oda, Mori x Dazai, and Ranpo x Fukuzawa. They are a pro shipper who, surprise, surprise, takes things too far by glorifying and sexualizing pedophilia.
One of their pieces has Mori walking in on skk after they had sex. Like Dazai doesn’t have pants on and still has cum dripping down his legs and opens the door to greet Mori. They don’t depict teenagers having a sex life, because I do believe that can be done in a way that is needed for a story or self discovery. But that is not what they are doing. They are drawing a teen Chuuya and Dazai and making them “sexy” for the audience.
They have 60k followers and I’m really disappointed they have a platform. When it comes to sexualizing fictional children in art, it is incredibly harmful. It actively hurts real life children. I should know as a victim of csa myself. Normalizing the sexualization of teenagers is disgusting. I think we should ask ourselves what do they find attractive about the teenage version of those characters? Why are they so keen on shipping children with parental figures or adult characters who met them when they were kids? It is so important to mention that Oda met Dazai when he was 16. Oda is 5 years older than Dazai meaning he was 21. He watched him grow up and viewed him as a child in the light novel. BECAUSE HE WAS. Teenagers are CHILDREN. Same with Fukuzawa and Ranpo. He met Ranpo when he was a kid and essentially adopted him. To put it in real life perspective — could you imagine lusting after a child you adopted and raised? My little sister is around that age. Another example is as a 21 yo, even though it’s legal, I wouldn’t go after an 18 yo who is still in high school. We are at different points in our life and they are still very much a kid despite being “legal”. Morality and what makes a moral relationship doesn’t just lie in age.
That is why I say if you are making content like that you are either a pedo, making content for pedos, or apart of the problem. And that is why I hate the content Lex_Dark makes. Hopefully that made sense. If there’s any confusion or things that you want more clarification on - I’d be happy to oblige.
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HELP THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED IT'S NOT EVEN FINISHED YET
We were wrecks before we crashed into each other
Warnings: unsuccessful suicide attempt (Dazai), angst, oc definitely, not a good depiction of CPR and suicide, reader is really panicked, personal venting and obvious self insert, I swear I'll work on my requests just going through smth
A drunken text had brought you out here in the middle of the night.
You could feel the chill seeping through your clothes, clinging to your skin like a relentless shiver, wet strands of hair sticking to your forehead that would usually annoy you but you couldn't care any less about that right now as you frantically check the stupid man you just pulled out from the river.
Tears pricking your eyes as panic surged you, you frantically searched for any signs of life, trying to feel a pulse but hands to shakey to get a good read, your breathing was too heavy and loud in your ears to hear his.
Useless Useless Useless that's all you are
That's all you could think to yourself as you couldn't even see signs of life. His face remains pale, almost ghostly against the backdrop of the rushing river. You frantically pat his cheeks, calling his name in a desperate attempt to rouse him from his unconscious state. The sound of your own voice echoes in the stillness of the aftermath, a stark reminder of the precariousness of the situation.
Through your panic stricken mind, you unconsciously start desperately pumping at his chest, remembering the small bit of training you have. Mumbling that song you heard in that one show you watched with him; to keep a steady beat with the chest compressions.
Nearing the 30th press there was no response, no sign of life returning to his still form. With a sense of grim determination, you knew what you had to do but you hated the thought of doing it, hating to do something like that while he wasn't consious. With shaking hands, you tilted his head back, leaning over his face and pressed your lips to his, willing him to wake up.
Time blurred into a frantic haze as you repeated the chest compressions and mouth to mouth, the sound of your own ragged breathing mixing with the rushing water nearby. Fear clawed at your throat, already overwhelming you as doubt's filled your mind but you pushed it aside, trying to focus solely on the task at hand. You couldn't lose him, You wouldn't let it happen.
And then, finally, a gasp. A faint cough. Relief flooded through you as he began to stir, consciousness slowly returning. He gazed up at you with half lidded eyes and dazed expression that looked as if he had just woken up from a nap.
You wanted to slap him right there, grab him by the neck and strangle him despite just reviving him from near death, shout at him for doing what he did but nothing came out as you instead held back a choked sob.
He just watched you as you trembled, suppressing your tears from spilling. Stupid stupid stupid he's just so stupid. You hated how he would make you worry, make you purposely look for him after sending cryptic messages that filled you with dread, you wanted to hate him but you just couldn't, not when it was him.
You're broken out of your thoughts as you feel a cold hand on your cheek, wiping a tear from your eye,
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We were wrecks before we crashed into each other
Warnings: unsuccessful suicide attempt (Dazai), angst, oc definitely, not a good depiction of CPR and suicide, reader is really panicked, personal venting and obvious self insert, I swear I'll work on my requests just going through smth
Edit: this wasn't supposed to be posted so I'm not sure how this got out my drafts it's not even finished and probably won't ever
Remember if you're ever feeling like this you aren't alone
A drunken text had brought you out here in the middle of the night.
You could feel the chill seeping through your clothes, clinging to your skin like a relentless shiver, wet strands of hair sticking to your forehead that would usually annoy you but you couldn't care any less about that right now as you frantically check the stupid man you just pulled out from the river.
Tears pricking your eyes as panic surged you, you frantically searched for any signs of life, trying to feel a pulse but hands to shakey to get a good read, your breathing was too heavy and loud in your ears to hear his.
Useless Useless Useless that's all you are
That's all you could think to yourself as you couldn't even see signs of life. His face remains pale, almost ghostly against the backdrop of the rushing river. You frantically pat his cheeks, calling his name in a desperate attempt to rouse him from his unconscious state. The sound of your own voice echoes in the stillness of the aftermath, a stark reminder of the precariousness of the situation.
Through your panic stricken mind, you unconsciously start desperately pumping at his chest, remembering the small bit of training you have. Mumbling that song you heard in that one show you watched with him; to keep a steady beat with the chest compressions.
Nearing the 30th press there was no response, no sign of life returning to his still form. With a sense of grim determination, you knew what you had to do but you hated the thought of doing it, hating to do something like that while he wasn't consious. With shaking hands, you tilted his head back, leaning over his face and pressed your lips to his, willing him to wake up.
Time blurred into a frantic haze as you repeated the chest compressions and mouth to mouth, the sound of your own ragged breathing mixing with the rushing water nearby. Fear clawed at your throat, already overwhelming you as doubt's filled your mind but you pushed it aside, trying to focus solely on the task at hand. You couldn't lose him, You wouldn't let it happen.
And then, finally, a gasp. A faint cough. Relief flooded through you as he began to stir, consciousness slowly returning. He gazed up at you with half lidded eyes and dazed expression that looked as if he had just woken up from a nap.
You wanted to slap him right there, grab him by the neck and strangle him despite just reviving him from near death, shout at him for doing what he did but nothing came out as you instead held back a choked sob.
He just observed you in silence as you trembled, suppressing your tears from spilling. Stupid stupid stupid he's just so stupid. You hated how he would make you worry, make you purposely look for him after sending cryptic messages that filled you with dread, you wanted to hate him but you just couldn't, not when it was him.
Your reverie was shattered by the touch of his cold hand against your cheek, brushing away a solitary tear.His touch, though gentle, carried a weight of remorse, as if he too was grappling with the consequences of his actions. For a moment, the air between you hung heavy with unspoken words.
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motivational speech from your host dostoyevsky
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