#and if they are any of these things they are sick and twisted and problematic and -ist and -phobic and perverts and degenerates

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[velvetures]

Hi baby!! I like your writing sm it's amazing 💓💓 If RQs are open I would like to request König stealing from readers dirty panties to use when he's self pleasuring~ she finds out and confronts him and one thing leads to another and next thing you know he's got her thighs locked on the side of his head while she rides his face so he can finally taste what he's been wanting for weeks. Thank you so much I know you'll do great with this req

Do Me?... A Favor

A/N: God, I love this! I had such a great time writing this and might've needed a lil' break halfway through. This trope has a special place in my heart. (I'm mentally unwell) So I hope you enjoy! Forgive me for being so late on this. Summary: König steals your panties and does dirty things with them. You catch him, and... well... you and I both know exactly what happens after that. T/W: !!NS/FW 18+ ONLY!!!, thievery of panties, male masturbation, fem-reader, dirty talk, fantasy mentions, face riding, exhibitionism if you have 20/20 vision, fem-recieving oral, spanking?, prob missed something... I don't proofread, ya'll better know this by now.

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Extended missions with KORTAC usually meant that König would be within touching distance of you for days on end. Hearing you talk with his squad and watching you make jokes that got almost every single one of the stone-cold men melting with affection for you. There wasn’t a single one of them that didn’t absolutely adore you; Jump at the chance to help you, offer to take watches, ask to be paired with you, or just try and be the lucky one that got to either sleep with you or next to you. As Colonel, König always had his hands full maintaining order when the girl from the United States sector was sent to help them out.

On a personal level though, König struggled to hide the desperation and pathetically overwhelming feelings of jealousy he had when seeing anyone get that close to you. Having known you the longest, spent the most time alone with you, trusted you with his own mind and vice-versa, the Colonel -problematically- believed he had a bit more of a right to you than any of this men. Perhaps your own behavior towards him didn’t help out much either. So little and gutsy, you always liked teasing him. Tempting him to wrestle and always so confident you’ll win, and toying with his mask; begging so innocently to see the “handsome face” under there.

You’d been like that with him for so long, he couldn’t tell the difference between close friendship and flirting anymore. Blurring lines and also his own ability to control the compulsions to get just a little bit more of you. In any sick or twisted way he might be able to get his hands on. No man could resist your charms and beautiful little face. Especially König, who melted from a towering 6’10 to a weak and desperate boy crawling after you like a lost puppy.

He wasn’t proud of it. Then again, he didn’t care all that much. Especially when he found a way to satisfy his more carnal and disgusting desires for you that couldn’t even be tortured out of him.

In his defense, you’d been the one who started it. Calling out his name when you were in the small bathroom of the safe house and asking him to grab some clothes out of your rucksack, having forgotten to get them yourself. Half dazed knowing you were naked with just a thin, open, door between you had the Colonel making a beeline for your bag and ripping it open to do exactly what you’d asked of him.

Now… if any of his men would’ve asked him if he had a thing for panties, he would’ve very sternly disagreed with the whole idea.

But when he laid eyes on your panties, balled up and stuffed in a little side pocket in white, black, pink, and some cute patterns, the darker side of his mind slipped. Throwing him into an entirely different kind of temptation that he’d never entertained before. He’d hardly been able to deliver your clean clothes to you without incident, and spent the rest of the evening with his brain consumed with fantasies of what you looked like in all those pretty things. Surely your ass looked downright sinful with that material stretching over it and cradling your body closer than he’d ever have the opportunity to. Fuck… even your thighs would be that much more brilliant with the crease made that much more obvious by the hemline of the panties. The images kept flowing long into the night after he should’ve been asleep, his own watch hour ticking closer with each minute.

Struggling with the urge to palm his hard cock and just try to ease some of the pressure. Begging for some type of solution to his weakening self-control. König was up and headed to the bathroom, ready to take care of his painfully throbbing erection before he could even stop to think about how wrong it was to jerk himself off less than fifteen feet away from you and his men. The moment he unzipped his jeans and freed his drooling cock, his mask was shoved up so he could spit in his hand, and stuck his mask between his teeth to try and muffle his own sounds of pleasure.

Thoughts of what you’d look like gasping for breath on top of him, impaling your little body on his cock, spurred König to smear his own spit over his length. Fisting the head and rotating his palm around the tip with a deep rumble in his chest. He wished he could’ve seen you in the shower… soft skin wet and dripping with lathered soap. Rubbing those tiny hands over your body and rinsing away the sweat he’d seen soaking your shirt and running down your neck earlier during your rotation. His hazy vision cut to the shower, looking at it with a mental picture of you taking use of the handheld shower head. Putting it between your plush thighs and watching your tremor.

Only some small and purple sitting in the corner of the floor next to the bathtub froze his movements. Every muscle tensed at the sight of it, and while precum drooled from his swollen head, the Colonel couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The massive man didn’t even need to get off his seat on the toilet to pick up the delicate scrap of material and dangle it in front of his face. Taking into account his interaction with you, he couldn’t believe that your dirty underwear had fallen out of the balled up clothes you’d worn all day.

König’s cock twitched at the disturbed idea of smelling them. His body goading his mind to forgo the moral line of doing such a thing, and just do it. You wouldn’t know… his men would never find out… As long as he put them back in your rucksack before morning, there’d be no reason for anyone to question it. Besides, he was so turned on. And it wasn’t hurting anyone for him to just use a piece of your clothes to help let off some steam…

König ripped his mask off his head and let it drop to the floor next to his boot, and hesitantly lifted your panties up to barely touch he tip of his nose. The silky fabric was so damn feminine… so much like you in many ways. He rubbed them between his fingers, slowly moving his other hand up and down his cock; Nearly teasing himself with the full experience. Denying the satisfaction of experiencing your scent intimately. The otherwise self-composed Colonel couldn’t wait another moment, and buried his nose into your dirty panties with a lustful growl muffled by his hand.

His balls tightened with pure excitement, spitting more clear fluid down his shaft and filling the small bathroom with vulgar sucking sounds of his fingers sliding up and down with more desperation. Your scent was nothing short of a sweet and salty pheromone jolt of a daydream that made his brain go to nothing but static and arcs of electricity. His dick throbbed as his second inhale came as a much deeper and purposeful acceptance of this new and still very taboo action.

“F-fuucckk…” König had to whimper into your panties, his hips twitching up into his own fist.

“S-so fucking good…” Even with the very real risk of someone hearing him moaning, König continued whispering and whining his praise and pleads for you into the crotch of your panties. Going so far as to lose his willpower and reach out his tongue to feel the soft fabric and give his tastebuds one, lingering, taste of your sweet cunt. The tangy and candy-sweet remainder lingering in the threads of your panties utterly ripped König’s orgasm out of him.

His toes curling in his boots, his stomach flexing and his one fist tightening around the base of his shaft as thick and pearly release dripped hotly over veins and the between his balls before dripping in quiet drops onto the floor. The Colonel sat for full minutes, working over himself slowly and hiding his panting breath against your used underwear. He felt so goddamn monstrous for using you like this. Going behind your back and cumming over his fist like an animal in rut. Denying just how good of a release he had wasn’t possible either though. Not only had his most recent solo attempts been miserably unsatisfying, but his most horrific thought after cleaning up his evidence was that he wanted nothing more than to pocket your panties and keep them.

The Colonel blamed his own rotation on watch as the reason behind why he pocketed your panties instead of putting them back in your rucksack.

Two days later, you were still quietly in search of your panties that had apparently disappeared into thin air. You’d turned your bag inside out, went through the bathroom at least five times, and checked every other room of the safe house thinking someone might’ve found them and just tossed them somewhere they believed you’d see them. Searching came up with zero sign of your panties, and you felt like you were going insane. Not that it really mattered if they were gone… You had packed plenty of spares in the case you -for some reason- needed two back-ups for every day you were gone and couldn’t buy more. It was more so just the simple fact that you’d been so unobservant to misplace a pair of bright, purple, fucking panties.

Being surrounded by nothing but men only added to your silent mortification.

“You alright Sergeant?” One of the KORTAC guys paired on your rotation nudged your shoulder with his elbow, drawing your attention back to the -quite serious- task at hand.

“You look a little distracted, everything okay?” The look on his face made you think he was concerned that the cold weather was getting to you.

You shook your head. “M’fine. Just lost something, and I can’t fucking find it anywhere.”

He chuckled, adjusting his rifle against his chest. “Something important?”

“No. Not at all,” You sighed, seeing your breath fog up in front of your view of the forest and the heavy snowfall. “Just can’t figure out where it went and I’ve turned the whole house over.”

The Lieutenant at your side looked back towards the edge of the perimeter and then back to you with a little shrug. “Well, i suppose you could go in early. Get warm and have another look around. You’ve already had more shifts than plenty of the other guys.” He patted you on the back and jerked his head back in the direction of the safe house and outlying buildings.

You couldn’t help but grin under your face mask, eyes squinting to show your appreciation and giving him a quick ‘thanks’ before jogging back through the snow. You passed a few of the other guys out on rounds and either waved or called out a short word or two so as to let them know you’d come in for a few hours. Typically König was the one who dictated the different schedules to ensure no one got left out in the snow too long. Kicking off the frozen slush and snow off your boots, you waddled yourself inside and set out to get warmed up and find the Colonel.

Maybe he’s seen my underwear… You muse a bit mortified, unclipping your heavy overalls and yanking your tac vest over your head. God, it was a thought that made you shiver not just from the cold nipping at the wet cuffs of your winter layers and damp socks.

It wasn’t very secret that you had a very soft spot for König. He was just so damn sweet to you, and might’ve always given you a little bit of preferential treatment when you got sent to KORTAC on collaborating missions. Whether he did it because of his belief that you were a woman -and much smaller- than any of his men, or maybe for a more personal motive, you didn’t know. Really having the courage to bring up the topic was extremely intimidating. Joking around and teasing the massively tall and handsome solider was one thing. Asking him to lay out how he truly felt about you as more than an occasional partner was very different.

By the time you’d changed into some dry and comfortable clothes to hang out in for the rest of the evening, you noticed that the few guys lingering in the living room had left out. Leaving you alone, with the entire couch to yourself and a quiet house that gave leeway for a really good nap right in front of the wood-burning stove blaring heat right at you. Thank god for the KORTAC guys being so nice to you, and making sure that you didn’t have a hell-on-earth experience for your first winter in Russia.

You’d not really even gotten settled on the couch when you heard a somewhat loud thump from down on the other end of the house. Nearly like a head or hand smacking against the wall in one of the little rooms -made bedrooms- once you’d all arrived a little over a week ago. It didn’t happen again, and trying to just ignore whatever fools the guys could be making out of themselves outside to make that sort of noise, you just went ahead and closed your eyes again.

Thump.

Your eyes snapped open and stared at the ceiling, tuning your ears to the sounds emanating from the far end of the house. You waited patiently, and a third heavy and thud met your ears. Immediately you were up and on your feet, standing in the entry to the hallway leading that way, seeing that only one door was halfway shut, and it was König’s room at the very end. Eyebrows furrowed and hands resting on your hips, you stared at the door waiting for some kind of sign as to what exactly was happening. Surely one of the others weren’t setting up some kind of prank for the Colonel to come back to… right?

Oh god… he’d be soo mad. We’d all get ripped new asses if that happened.

And it wouldn’t have been the first time you’d faced König’s wrath for nothing more than someone thinking a harmless prank was acceptable. Even if the Colonel was extremely lenient on you, he wasn’t to be toyed with. He was a hard and cold man when it was called of him, and you really didn’t want to risk being thrown back out in the snow within the next twelve hours. What had your feet moving was another small and muffled sound, almost like a clipped and high-pitched sort of thing. It didn’t settle right, and you’d got to the door and pushed it open just a few more inches to tell whoever was in the Colonel’s room to get the fuck out.

You were the one struck speechless.

Through the small gap in the door and frame, you saw none other than König laying on the too-small cot with his shoulders propped up against the wall, mask rucked up over the bottom half of his face, and a distinct, purple, material pressed against his mouth and nose. The sensation of your heart and stomach jumping into your throat nearly choked you of oxygen. You could hardly drag your eyes away from his massive hand teasing his thick and hard cock. Once again, that thud reverberated through the room and it was nothing more than the erotic sight of him throwing his head back against the drywall with an -almost- silenced moan.

“Jesus Christ…” The whispered words fell from your awestruck mouth before you could stop yourself. Breathless, but damn sure loud enough for the Colonel to hear you and his dark eye to snap right to where you’d been peeking through the doorway. His whole body stiffened, and his hand stopped. Even dropping your dirty panties right into his lap. The purple fabric fluttering down to rest at the base of him.

“Shit!” You gasped, turning right around and hiding your face in your hands.

You could hear fabric shuffling and enough of a panicked movement to realize König planned on at least talking to you. Somehow having the sheer guts to not immediately act like nothing had ever happened. You heart thumped right at the back of your throat for what felt like and eternity before you heard the door behind your creak open and the distinct pattern of labored breathing. You jumped when his massive hand rested on your shoulder, nudging you to turn around.

“W-we… need to talk,” He mutters downright guilty. “About, what you just - just saw.” Swallowing the massive wave of conflicting feelings welling up in your mind, stomach, and in your pussy, you nod your head and wait until your hear König walk back into the bedroom before turning around and walking through the door to face him.

Right away your eyes fall down to his belt and take note of the -very large and still very hard- outline of his erection straining against his belt and the zipper of his jeans. Your face flushed bright red, realizing he’d pinned his cock beneath the leather strap around his waist to keep it as under control as possible. Before you could draw your eyes away, one of his hands falls down to shield his arousal, and you hear him clear his throat nervously. It draws your attention back up to his re-masked face. Noticing his eye darting anywhere but your eyes and the rise and fall of his wide shoulders. Comparing reactions, it seems that the Colonel is far more effected than you are.

Maybe you weren’t as… upset as you should be.

“I must apologize for my… disturbing behavior,” He blurts out with a raspy tone, visually shrinking a bit. “I… can’t begin to…” Trailing off, you watch him rub at the back of his neck, in thought and obviously tense.

“I just couldn’t help but - you’re just so…”

Eyebrows furrowed and your interest piqued, you take a step closer; Seeing your used panties tucked under his pillow and a small little glimpse of purple peeking out. Screams in the back of your mind make the very dangerous assumption that he’s still somewhat possessive over the item. It makes the growing wetness in your panties more significant, forcing your to flex your thighs together.

“I’m so, what?” You press softly, your head tilting up at him with the shortening gap between you.

The Colonel audibly swallows, “So… pretty.” You’ve never heard such a whimpering and weak sound from him. Almost like it’s a desperate thought he couldn’t help but admit to you. It stokes a fire inside your belly, and you’re very quick to push just a little more.

“So you stole dirty panties?” A low, gravelly whine escapes from under his mask as shakes his head.

“They were on the floor… And I was so frustrated, I didn’t mean for you find out. I just - just needed to know…” His voice stiffens, but he’s still struggling to defend his actions, and not totally own up to the fact that you’d caught him using your scent to get himself off.

“How many times have you used them, Colonel?” Your voice lowers a little, pussy clenching in anticipation of his answer; Fluttering wet walls that silently beg for more stimulation than the pressure your thighs can provide.

König squirms where he stands, sighing heavily. “Six. Six times… Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His head drops in guilt that actually squeezes your chest with sympathy. He’d always held the biggest piece of your heart, and seeing him so hard on himself for being -not only human- but having been no more desiring for you than you’d been for him… you just couldn’t stand letting him do this anymore.

“Well that just won’t do, will it?” You’re pulling your sweatshirt over your head and dropping it on the floor before König can look up and register what you’re doing. Halfway through pushing your pants down your thighs, you hear a sharp gasp and a little grunt of a sound.

“What are you doing?” His voice has flattened, and you peek up to see his wide eyes roaming all over your exposed skin. You just smile, standing there in a soft bralette and some panties and shrug like this wasn’t making your knees quake under your weight.

“I’m gonna give you fresh pair.” You lick your lips nervously, slipping your fingers under the waistband and begin to tug them down.

“Wait!” He almost shouts, taking a couple steps closer to you and grabbing your wrists to keep you from moving. “F-fuck… just, hold on a second.” He’s panting heavily, staring at you with dilated eyes.

For a long moment, you just stand there feeling his hot skin burning against your own. Silently staring at each other like trying to read the other’s thoughts without attempting to just do it the easy way and ask. You can smell the mint of his toothpaste and that all-too-comforting scent of sandalwood lingering on his body from some kind of cologne or deodorant you’d never quite seen him apply. You’re about to ask him a question when you feel his fingers trailing down your inner wrists towards your hips, and finally resting on the waistband of your panties. Heavy hands being much more gentle than you’d ever experienced, raising chills on your massive expanse of bared skin.

“Can I…?”

His eyes dart between his hands and your eyes with such an innocent look that you’re nodding your head before you actually think it through. Implicit trust had always made you and the Colonel a good pair on the field. Never pausing to think there might be a day like today were you’d test just how good things cold be in the bedroom. He’s down on one knee and nearly eye-level with you, fingers rubbing the fabric withholding the ultimate of your intimate regions… His face so close that it’s brushing against you stomach. Steadying yourself, you grab ahold of his shoulder; Needing some kind of grounding since you can’t really feel your bare feet on the freezing cold floor.

Squeezing the meat of your hips, the Colonel hisses.

“Always thought you were the tiniest thing… Wanted to know how someone so small could be so deadly,” His teasing evolved into slowly pulling at your underwear. Dragging them over the swell of your ass and leaving them there for a moment.

“Lucky me, knowing better than anyone how you can kill a man so slowly.”

He’s slow but purposeful in pulling your panties down your legs, his head following them instead of taking the first look at your bared skin. Reverently, he picks up your bare feet one-by-one and helps you out of the material, immediately rubbing the fabric between his long fingers. Your stomach drops when you realize that he’s purposefully feeling the crotch. Giving away the sheer arousal you’d collected there in mere minutes. It should’ve bothered you, made embarrassment floor your system. Only it just proved to make your legs feel weak under you. Almost visually shaking when the Colonel slid your panties under the hem of his hood.

“Want to tase what I do to you,” He murmured, giving you the exact answer of how pressed you were to find out what was happening under that bleached t-shirt of a shield.

“Need you to watch me…” Your cunt clenched hearing him sound so broken.

Nodding dumbly, your gaze never left König’s eyes. Seeing his heavy lids close, just to open back up drunkenly with a low groan that nearly penetrated your very bones. Wet sucking sounds emanating from under the mask, his tongue lapping at your soaked gusset and leaving no question as to just how fucking hungry he was for it. Spit-covered cotton sucked dry by one of the most powerful and intimidating men on the face of the planet; Down on a knee in front of you and literally lost to your taste. Lips parted and awestruck, you tried to force some words out.

“You look so hot like that, sir.” Breathless, it’s clear just how much it’s effecting you too.

Using his title has his eyes snapping up to you. Dark and dilated pupils, wide shoulders rising and falling quickly, and one hand still circled around your ankle to prevent your -impossible- escape from him. The Colonel is off his knee and has you lifted off the ground with only one arm before you can blink. Spinning you around and dropping you down on his cot; His massive body looming over yours. Downright terrifying save for the sight of your pink underwear hanging limply in his fist. That intimidating shadow of his erection -somehow- bigger than before, twitches against his belt. You’re driving him wild sitting so innocently with your thighs clenched together on his bed. Looking like you hadn’t the slightest idea just how badly he wanted to utterly destroy you right there and now.

“Sergeant?” Maintaining his composure takes every last fiber of concentration. Seeing your head tilt to the side in silent question and anticipation nearly doubles the weight of his balls.

“You must be so needy. Waiting so patiently for someone to give you satisfaction,” He steps closer, hips less than a foot away from you. Tempting your baser instincts to lean forward and swipe your tongue over a wet spot resting just over the tip of his cock.

“Your sweet cunt tastes like she’s been neglected… Have you been neglected Sergeant?” Almost mocking, you can’t begin to challenge him. Right away your nodding your head, flexing your thighs and crossing your ankles to attempt some small relief of pressure.

“König - I -” You’re fumbling for the right words when he chuckles lowly, bending just far enough to place his palms on across your thighs and squeeze just a little.

Meeting your forehead with his own, you’re right back to where you always felt with him. Safe and like he somehow understood everything about you without ever asking. Unique to König, he could always tell when something was wrong or you just weren’t quite on your game for some reason or another. You always thought it’s what made you such a good pair. And if you had to admit it, you’d have thought you knew just about everything about him too; But now after this, there’s a question lingering if all of his sweetness was just out of friendship, or something much more significant swirling around behind that shroud of a mask. Either way, you wanted to find out more. Get closer and explore the Colonel in a way you’d never believed possible.

“If you want this… me,” Just above a mere whisper, he paused to look between the small gap withholding you from him. “I need you to say so, meine perle.” Hearing your longstanding pet name in this connotation felt so very different, yet so much more impactful than on just your feeling of standard closeness. Giving you the suspicion that König hadn’t just thought it was a simple throwaway nickname.

“Please, please. I want you.” Your answer feels confident. Specifically choosing to ask for him, and him alone.

König met your lips with heavy intention. Cradling your neck with one hand and leaning your weight back against the bed; All the while crawling overtop of you. You could barely taste your own tangy arousal on his tongue, fighting for the chance to take the other fully. While König did try to resist your little bites at his bottom lip and your fingers prying at his shirt, it didn’t take long for him to finally happily give up. Rolling onto his back and pulling you to straddle him. Helping you along with the subtle movement of your bare cunt against his clothed cock and the ridges of his zipper.

“Mm,” He pulled away from you far too soon, admiring you sitting atop him so delicately. Pink cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and a look in your eyes that made his whole body truly feel desired ****************and appreciated. Maybe even loved.

“Come here, meine perle. Let me give you everything you want.” Pulling your head down to meet his lips one last time, you sighed.

Sinking against him with so many fuzzy feelings of happiness and surreal recognitions of just how crazy this was. Of how one single change of your day had brought you to König’s room.

“Süßes Mädchen, ich will dich probieren..” It was the last coherent thing you could remember König saying as he effortlessly pulled your bare cunt closer to his face with an utterly wrecked look on his face and his tongue licking at his lips.

Hip flexors and thighs quivering, you could hardly keep your eyes focused on the Austrian below you. With your legs spread and framing his head and his hot palms cradling the entirely of your ass to keep you from squirming too much, König had spent the better part of half and hour with his tongue buried in your cunt. Snarling and growling like a hungry dog who’s chain had finally snapped. Between your almost totally fried nerves and the nudge of his thick nose rubbing against your clit while tongue-fucking your hole, you’d nearly pleaded and moaned yourself mute with a sore throat. ail scratches had been scraped into the drywall in front of you, and the strength in your legs had long faded into boneless mush that König hardly needed the endurance to hold steadily. The Colonel had been nothing but painfully patient and determined to give your more orgasms than your body could withstand.

You’d been ordered to count them, and it’d never been more challenging to count to four.

“Bitte meine Perle, komm, fick mein gesicht.” You never wanted to follow an order so badly. But fuck if you came again, you weren’t sure you’d ever resurface from the sensation. The previous had almost left you sitting full-weight on his face and blacked out in overwhelming pleasure. Mentally preparing wasn’t an option though. König wasn’t stopping for anything. Including your weak whimpers and whines that protested the command despite your desire to listen to him as closely as possible.

“C-can’t do it again-” Your voice cracks pathetically.

A loud crack of his palm smacking against the flesh of your ass releases a guttural moan from you. Spanking you firmly for the denial, and nipping at your swollen and abused little clit in punishment. You whine again, knowing your choice in the matter is being denied. König’s hunger for your release dripping out from the corners of his mouth motivates him to wrap his lips around your swollen bud and suck. Using the tip of his tongue to flick against the painfully sensitive end. That movement had brought you to release the first time, and it worked just as efficiently again to rip your pleasure out of your body right into the Colonel’s waiting mouth.

Your shaking and tears being to roll over your cheeks as König uses his own strength to help ride you through the aftershocks that cause your thighs to tremor and your stomach to flex and waver. The only somewhat meaningful things you’re able to do is use one hand to run your fingers through his hair and try to keep yourself grounded to the cot and König. By the time you feel sensation in your toes again, König has already gotten you settled back in his lap with his massive arms snaked around your bare body, holing you tight against his chest.

You feel slickness not just of your own between your thighs, looking up at the Colonel with a question tugging at your eyebrows. There was no mistaking that König had finished some time through your turn and he’d either been really good at hiding it, or you’d been totally inconsiderate of noticing.

“Schön, meine Perle. Das hast du so gut gemacht,” His wet lips press to your forehead reassuringly.

“Did perfectly, so good at following orders.” His hands cradle your flushed cheeks carefully.

Thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sliding up until he can wipe the sheen of sweat clinging in the hair of your eyebrows. You look downright angelic to him like this. Raptured by nothing more than his own desire to give you everything he possibly could of his physical and emotional being. Giving himself the most intimate position to see just what he’d fantasized about for so long. You, being loved by him. Adored just for being yourself. Pleasured, because you deserved it.

“König… didn’t you..?” Your little pants and confused look made him smile, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

He chuckled lowly against your mouth. “I did. Twice, actually.” He pecked the tip of your nose like a little praise for you.

You weren’t in any shape to fuss with the Austrian, however you did your best to put up a fight. “Let me… I wanna give you-”

“I’ve had just enough to satiate me for now,” His voice rasped a bit. “Besides, my men will be coming in for shift changes. And I don’t have enough faith in either of us to stay that quiet, meine perle.”

It was your turn to go shy and quiet, looking towards the shut -and locked- bedroom door, but forgetting that you weren’t the only two people in the area. Actually, thee was a good chance many of the men could’ve heard you making little to no effort to quiet yourself. One glance at the Colonel still holding you close to him, and you must’ve given him some sort of expression because he started laughing softly again.

“Kein Problem. Meine Männer reden nicht über uns.” You believed him.

But it was still a little intimidating. Now that it seemed everything was out it in the open, you had a lot of questions about what was going to happen, how things would work between you, or if there was even a possibility of somethingserious. The observant Colonel didn’t miss a single beat of your heart in that moment.

“Das bedeutet nicht, dass ich ihnen keinen Gesprächsstoff gebe, meine Perle,” His head nudged yours sweetly, despite his very flirty tone. “I’d like to keep you to myself. That is… if you’re okay with that?”

Nothing could stop the grin that spread onto your face.

“Ich liebe es, dein zu sein, mein König,” You wrapped you arms around his neck, kissing his ear softly. “Auch wenn du mein Höschen stiehlst.”

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[beevean]

I can't stop thinking about this morning's anon and some of their wording. "This was so scary to write because if any of my friends knew about this my life would be over".

It's short but I honestly felt so bad for them. They really don't need this on top of their other experiences. And what's worse, this is the common mentality now: I keep seeing, on Twitter and Tiktok screenshots, teenagers who genuinely ask if a ship they like is "proship", with the underlying message being "please don't bully me".

And listen to me. I am the most insecure bitch on the planet. I would literally eat my own hands with ketchup and mayonnaise rather than reveal my music tastes to other people. I've been endlessly mocked for my passions ever since I was a child - not bullied, but I've been told by parents and classmates that no one cares, or I'm too old for this, or I need to live in the modern world... long story short, to this day I do not want to be perceived. So I understand the feeling of "you will pry my true tastes from my cold dead hands". I am old enough to know these are irrational thoughts, but to this day I much prefer to keep things to myself.

So listen: you deserve friends who do not judge you.

Again:

You deserve friends who do not judge you.

It's one thing to prefer to keep your tastes private because you're a private person. That's fine! That is your right! But please, if you really think your friends will hate you because you happen to read Problematic™ fiction... no, that shouldn't happen. Especially not on the internet, where nobody should know about you as a person. Friends who do care about you would not think any less of you for something as common (yes it's common!) as enjoying some spicy stories. It is not a crime. It does not say anything about your morals. And it's even worse if you've already suffered in the past, but this goes for everyone.

I don't want to get into the whole pro/anti ship discourse because I am sick of how easily the internet twists the meaning of important words until discussions can't be had because the two factions are not even talking about the same thing anymore. I don't know anon's previous or current stance on shipping, what they meant by that comment, and again the wording worries me a little when combined with that other comment. I do have my thoughts about it that go beyond what "proship" means, and I'll summarize:

not only no one deserves harassment for what they ship, but the only thing you can judge from someone's writing is their writing level. Not their actual personality, not their experiences, and less of all their real-life morals.

Brand this backwards on your forehead and read that in the mirror everytime you wake up.

Anyway. I don't know if you'll read this, anon, but I really wish you all the best luck in the future. And I'm very glad that you approached me to tell me that - as sad as the circumstances are, and I'm sorry for being self-aggrandizing, your praise made my day :)

[maveras-posts]

Slasher House Part:♾️

✨How it’s like living with the slashers✨:

I swear it’s like a bunch of teenagers!

The others have attempted any times to teach Micheal modern slang and technology (For fucks sake he has stuck a fork in an outlet and the DAMN TOASTER)

He has lots of candy stashed in random spots throughout town and the old Myers house

Micheal is very fond of ✨CanDy CoRN✨ sour gummies

Also Micheal and Jason are VERY MUCH on the spectrum!

Bubba is very childish when you get to know him but is very short tempered

NEVER comment on how he looks or stare for too long

Sam is just like a kid so we must preserve the innocence (Freddy taught him no no words😒)

Ghostface is also very friendly, and a joker

Highkey reminds me of deadpool in a twisted way

Art is another ball game… (gaslighting is his middle name)

Pennywise does his own thing most the time but is quite friendly and fun to be around.

Out of all of them you’d feel safest with Sam and Jason they are teddy bears

Sam is the least problematic one there along with Jason it’s like the two toddlers found eachother

Freddy likes to bully everybody except for Art and he tried with Sam —

Art fucking pulled a flamethrower out last time he tried to pick on Sam—

Ghostface and Freddy have karaoke nights (much to Michael’s dismay) Sam is raging in the background

My man Michael needs his 8 Hours

Pennywise and Art also bunk together in the basement…don’t go down there! (Art has the good kush it’s MINE—)

The playground and clown cafe are a vibe I just can’t get the damn ✨SONG✨ out my head🤬

Pennywise is a recluse we forget he lives here sometimes🤷‍♀️ (He Sleeps A LOT)

The 🍃 circle with Art is lit as fuck!

Ghost is very funny and his room is a vibe he can go on for hours about scary movies (Imagine purple and orange lights with tons of movie posters and his collectibles on shelves 😭)

Family game nights are banned now, everyone fought with eachother

Micheal is not allowed to operate any stoves or toasters… HE SHUT THE POWER OFF OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD😑

NO ALCOHOL for Jason (the FBI still can decipher what happened…)

Art may or may not have dared him to shots and he just took chilled water💀 (Jason is a virgin to alcohol)

Art sends Sam to do his dirty work💀 Sam took all of Freddy’s left shoes and threw glitter in all of Micheal’s drawers 😒 Art also gave Sam a lighter😭

Micheal is the only one with Law and Order he is like the father of all these damn children

The people voted and I answered MANY wanted the slasher house to continue, I’ve added a couple more into the house and I just realized I fucking missed the chance to make Fourth of July headcanons for them forgive me council😭 I hope everyone enjoys this dumpster fire and again requests and recommendations are open!

Love You Sick Things!

🖤Mavera🫶

@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherwife @slasherfxcker @getmeoutofhell @gloopunknown @slasherhaven @arttheclown-coveredinblood @rosehilol @spookystree @michaelmyersleftfoot

[daughterofninemoons]

Dear trans people (mostly directed to transfems)

Because there is a disproportionately high ratio of transfems to any other gender on the internet, sometimes it can feel other issues get drowned out, like the frighteningly high amount of SA/rape cases against transmascs, or the blatant discrimination of intersex people in alot of communities (even the trans ones!!!) or the rigid enforcement of this whole skinny androgynous elf stereotype being pushed on the nonbinary gender(s), or the predatory marketing of chest binders to ignorant people with breasts, or a myriad of other issues that i see go ignored a concerning amount of times. Yes, transfem issues are real issues that need to be addressed, yes TERFS and bathroom bills and sports and other things are problematic for transfems but they arent only problematic for transfems. Intersex and non binary people are also seen as problematic in the eyes of transphobes, transmascs compete in the wrong gender because people refuse to accept who they are, basically all of the community is fetishized. These problems are real and encompass the uphill struggle some trans people face (including transfems) to even have their existence and humanity acknowledged. The only way to win in this sick and twisted fame that is public perception, we need to stand as a community, which means respecting one another’s needs and listening.

Also a more specific issue: When knowingly commenting on someone who is trans, and saying something like “omg i wish i had your body your [body part] is/looks so [traditionally masculine, feminine, and/or androgynous feature]” directed at someone trying to transition out of said gender (for example a transfem commenting on a transmasc “oh my god i wish i had your body your hair is so long and femme and your hips are so effeminate” can be extremely dysphoria inducing, as pointing out an effeminate part of someone trying to become a man and vice-versa can hurt on a visceral level, a notion that you wont change and youre just what your body is. This is not to say transmascs must only be big strong hairy dudebros, be whatever the fuck you want, be a god damn 1:1 human replica of a fucking pokemon for all i care. Imagine someone walked up to a transfem and said “omg i love your shoulders theyre so broad and manly” that’s not okay right? (my previous statement about style also applies to transfems)

Love and kisses (or not if you arent into that),

- Max

[zg0nuwa]

Hey, sorry i feel so demanding when asking someone so i had to let they know that this is just a silly idea *_-YOU CAN IGNORE IT AND DONT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT!!!-_*

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG BUT I HAD TO LET IT OUTT!!! I hope you understand what i meant, thank you take care!

Anyways... So the idea is: The earthrealm trio, Johnny Cage, Kenshi and Kung lao (or any charactr you prefer) liking the reader very much (It can be platonic or romantic up to you) and they always get in little fights or arguments because they are kinda jealous of you, not something sick and twisted but you know, like, little things like they fighting to sit beside you when watching a movie together and one of them end up sitting on the grund in front of you (so all of you sit on the ground together) or when they are walking and they see you from afar one of them starts to running to get to you faster than the other but the reader is very oblivious, besides loving all 3 of them very much and keeping to themselves because the reader doesnt know what polyamorous is and think its problematic to love all the 3 guys at the time and their worst fear is to hurt those 3 protective, dependable and caring fellas. Also the reader always makes a effort to spend time them too, specially with the 3 at the same time, and they are all very touchy with esch other? Like hugs, hand holding, hands on the shoulders when walking together...

( doing this also with raiden because this boy has my heart )

cw ; this is not exactly romantic but also not very platonic, i hope this is okay

first and foremost, may god have mercy on you, because these four won't. johnny and kung lao are the worst, childish competitions and being up in your personal space, always a hand on your shoulder, thigh, in their hand. kenshi and raiden are much more reasonable and just happy to be in your presence.

johnny is the initiator i would say, he'd probably be the first one to show you this type of attention, which, to be honest, is not much different from before. he is definitely more touchy and maybe a little pushover with his advances towards you. it's not because he doesn't respect your boundaries, he does and takes it very seriously when you tell him to stop. it's more like inserting himself wherever you are, dropped a pen? he already picked it up! forgot something? would you look at that! he has a spare or coincidentally has that specific thing on him!

kung lao is... specific. he's also touchy but he feels a little awkward, like he's not really sure he can be touchy and affectionate with you. while johnny is confident and straightforward he's more of a "pretending to yawn and putting my arm over your shoulder' type of person. this still doesn't make him drop the cocky personality.

kenshi is passive, at least thats how he seems to be, he doesn't mind the others behavior but much prefers being one on one with you. his affection comes in form of long deeps talks that go well into the night. he's open, he's comfortable and he shows it well. does small favors for you like putting you laundry away, turning the lights off if you fall asleep and forget, making an extra cup of tea and "surprisingly" it's always your favourite.

raiden is a charmer, sometimes without even trying. remembers the smallest things about you. not to mention that he's very timid but he's not this "shy baby" that blushes at any advance towards him. he's actually a smartass sometimes and has a lot of good responses to flirty anecdotes. also the best advice giver, no matter what it may be he's always here to figure something out for you.

together they can get pretty chaotic but not to the point where they're jumping at eachother throats. call it friendly rivalry they say ( usually it's between kung lao and johnny but johnny always seems to drag in kenshi so you and raiden just wait until the drama resolves itself)

[theartkid15]

Clinging onto the hope that school is gonna be over soon. Soooooooooo

Ramshackle character hc for a summer slasher or paranormal type film since horror movies are peak.

And like SUMMERWEEN 🎃🍁 ☀️🌻

(Tw: main talks about horror, character death,brief mentions of alcohol that stuff, turn around now if that triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, take care of yourself)

Okay so slasher type film! 🔪🩸

So maybe the setting is at a Halloween party, or abandoned haunted house, maybe cabin, that none of them should be in. I dunno, but the setting could be where the most recent murders if the Ramshackle killer took place or something.

Now, what roles or character tropes would the group fall into?

Cen and Rigel: the little $h!ts that suggested the idea to go there in the first place. Either ends up getting got right away, or makes it surprisingly far before getting killed off. And playing into them being twins, in the end they sort of end up dying together. Also, if they did make it very far, they taunted the hell out of the killer.

Vinnie: sorry to every other character, but she is our final girl. Out of everyone, she had the highest chance of surviving a situation like this, she has the ability to fight, street smarts, resilience, the odds are more in her favor.

Tre: the coward. The nerdy wimpy coward that tries saving his own skin by running away or even making a deal with the killer to save himself. Either way it doesn’t work and he gets got swiftly and easily ( it’s okay I still love this nerdy cop). Or like he tries figuring out what the killer is and gets really close to finding out who, and gets killed.

Ditch: the a$$hole jock type character. He keeps scaring people in the group or saying the killer is just a myth. After the first kill he isn’t easy to be around, insanely stubborn and temperamental. Most people want him gone quickly but he just keeps surviving due to his own strength. At one point probably is heavily suspected to be the killer but ends up dying in front of the group.

Avrille: scream queen type deal if that makes any sense. Like the very prissy, cvnty, almost skeptic, bratty character. Nobody knows why she was invited to the hangout, maybe she saw an opportunity to get high or something and took it. Everyone is sick of her and start making her leave or she’s taunting the killer and ends up being killed first by like a trap or long distance attack.( sorry to all my Avrille lovers)

Stone: also the skeptic about the killings and the killer but also trying to figure it out at the same time. Once his sister gets killed he just goes into shock or has a full blown crash out bc, honestly he deserves to crash out after everything. Out smarts the killer a few times actually and ends up finding a way of escaping or getting help. But in a moment of being distracted, like trying to get an old outdated rotary phone to work or getting a abandoned car to start, in his brief moment of not using logic, he gets tragically killed.

Skipp: sooooooo two ways this could go. He has been the killer all along. Why? Because I love the trope of the sunshine character being evil the whole time or the innocent character no one suspects because it’s a funny plot twist.

I don’t know a true motive, maybe he was just sick of all his friends or the way he was being treated by his friends. Like there would be small moments where he is ignored, brushed off, or maybe he almost gets killed by his own traps and his friends have to save him, and get angry they had to save him a few times. Or like Skipp was planning on getting rid of Ditch and Avrille only, because they were just problematic and causing Stone and Vinnie stress. But things got messy and he couldn’t afford any witnesses and gaslit himself into thinking getting rid of everyone was mercy.

The second way is that he is the person who goes investigates the noises because he is optimistic that nothing could go wrong. And then in fact, everything goes wrong. Probably the character you end up screaming at not to go into certain rooms or into the basement.

Maroon: she is the person who is the noble sacrifice. She protected everyone she could and saved as many as she could till her final breath. Sorry to all my bitter sweet shippers but once Avrille was killed off, she lets herself mourn and break down before gathering her wits and protect the other in every way she knows how.

She is the first to obtain a weapon that gives them a chance to take down the killer. Now it doesn’t matter if Skipp is the killer or not for the story. Skipp could unmask himself as the killer or Skipp could end up dying in front of her. Either way she is stunned at seeing what happened to her cousin and in that moment of weakness, she ends up dying.

That’s all I can think of for a slasher type movie…so now Paranormal 👻

Location could be in a graveyard or like an older location in Ramshackle that is suspected to be haunted but is protected for historical purposes.

Stone: He is the character that ends up getting possessed completely against his will. Mainly because whatever the hell got summoned feeds off negativity, depression, and weakness. And Stone happened to be the perfect host. So unfortunately, he is going to be the main one doing the killing or hurting. There could be a way to get the demon/ ghost out without hurting Stone. He could live or end up dying either way, it wouldn’t be too vital to the story, but I like Stone so for the sake of happiness, he lives, not without trauma.

Cen and Rigel: again, the little $h!ts that brought all the Ouija board or summoned the demon on purpose as a joke or a prank thinking it wouldn’t work. ( spoilers, it does in fact work)

Pebble: He is the ghost/ demon that haunts and terrorizes our crew. Because that’s what he already does in the series. So he can do it in this AU too. Though he is a lot more menacing and deadly than in the original source material. Probably thinks his pranks and scaring and shenanigans are harmless when in fact, it’s getting people killed.

Tre and Maroon: both paranormal investigators or detectives, maybe historians trying to uncover the mystery behind the graveyard or historical mansion where many mysterious deaths/ freak accidents happened. Just happened to be in the area at the same time and begins helping out cast, maybe they make it to the end and defeat Pebble. Or their efforts are useless and end up getting killed protecting our cast.

Ditch: probably considered or actually gets possessed for a short period of time. But ultimately Stone was chosen. Calling back to the previous hc he still falls into that jock type trope. And taunts and instigates fights with the demon and ghosts to try and prove they are a myth and ends up causing his own demise because of it.

Vinnie and Skipp: being Stones’s best friends, they are the reason they are/can be able to save Stone and defeat Pebble. Because they have such a deep bond through the three of them. They are the best duo in the scenario , like they are the team you root for the entire movie and are such a power duo. Skipp or Vinnie go off screen and you hear a struggle and you probably think one of them died only until they show up towards the end and aid in the final face off with Pebble.

Avrille: she was probably the next to die after Ditch. Pebble might’ve gained access to Stones memories and aw the life he lived at home and so ended up killing Avrille in the process and gaslit Stone into thinking it was his fault. Avrille still is prissy and a harsh skeptic of the whole demon and ghost thing, but starts showing worry and concern the more Stone deteriorates and gets worse. And Stone snaps on her when she tries getting him to talk to her.

So that’s all I got, I really hope I wasn’t too graphic or gory with anything. I just really like Ramshackle and horror and wanted to combine the two. And I’ve been sitting on this idea for awhile. You can add your own suggestions of characters or oc’s if you want, I love hearing everyone’s ideas and opinions about everything.

That’s it for now-💜🪻🪐🌙✨💫⭐️☀️🔮

[maevathon-waveathon]

a not-so-short rant on booktok

as much as i would LOVE to talk about how much the middle aged women on this side of tiktok are crazy, and how literally everyone will uplift the most horrible books (ACOTAR/colleen hoover books), my beef with this side of the internet lies in what it has done to the book industry as a whole.

to give context on my perspective, i have been a reader since i was a little kid. my mother was an english teacher who taught tenth grade and AP Lang. for most of her career. we are a family of very english and history oriented people. i was a reader from the age of like, three, and i’m currently fifteen. so that’s where i’m coming from.

i have been reading since before tiktok became a thing, so i have read many books. this was also a time when reading was sort of out of vogue (not cool) so the books were vastly different. i was introduced to high quality stores such as The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer, Percy Jackson, etc. every plot line was new to me and the communities were vastly different from what they are now.

then the pandemic hit, and everything changed. people began to turn to tiktok for ideas of hobbies, and many found books to be a fun little hobby. while this was very good for me, the kid who had NEVER been able to interact with people who liked to read before, it became very problematic when people began to start picking up on and twisting common tropes.

that’s when we come to the whole dark romance craze/plague of unoriginal YA novels that is so common today. dark romance romanticized the toxic stereotypes around certain material that is usually morally grey, and twisted it to just straight up novels about sex. it took away from what the “dark” part of dark romance really was, and turned me away from any book that has been remotely seen as darker in atmosphere, for fear that i am going to be subjected to this.

then we have the YA novels, which are getting so bad that they deserve a whole freaking paragraph. certain authors saw the words “enemies to lovers” and “prophecy” and “over complicated magic system that is never ever explained over 5 freaking installments” and decided that this was the PERFECT recipe for a book. no. no it was not. i am so sick and tired of mary sue protagonists and the same two love interests copy pasted (white boy with black hair and slightly tanned boy with brown hair) in every book and the complicated names and the PROPHECIES and the overuse of magic that i have started reading adult novels and liking them more. just because something is trending among a younger audience does not mean that every single person needs to copy it to try and turn a profit. i find myself more into books with original plot lines and interesting development than the same three books over and over again.

i am losing my mind looking at certain books and reading about the synopsizes of them just to find the same plot lines repeated and repeated and repeated and beaten to death with a stick. it’s what motivated me to start writing again in the first place, because i think the book industry is beginning to get too repetitive.

anywaysssss if anyone who sees this wants to hear updates on my current story idea feel free to ask i need to infodump to someone lmaoo.

[rhetoricandlogic]

The Book of Gothel Reimagines Rapunzel’s Witch As the Hero of Her Own Story

By Lacy Baugher Milas  |  July 26, 2022 | 1:15pm

Usually, Rapunzel retellings tend to focus on the princess in the tower, the sad and lonely girl imprisoned by an evil sorceress who uses her stolen daughter’s golden hair as a ladder. But in Mary McMyne’s debut novel The Book of Gothel, there are more references to rapunzel the plant than Rapunzel the person, and that’s just the first of the many surprises in this exceptionally original, propulsive fairytale reimagining that feels a bit more like a reclamation than anything else.

A retelling of Rapunzel that centers its story around the witch who held the princess prisoner, The Book of Gothel will delight fans who have reveled in publishing’s recent trend of giving the often unfairly maligned and supposedly evil women from folklore and mythology their voices back. (And, not for nothing, a story about a woman who secretly helps other women deal with unwanted, problematic, or troubled pregnancies from her mist-shrouded magic tower feels especially welcome right now. Just saying!)

The story follows Haelewise, daughter of Hedda, a sickly young woman who has been plagued by mysterious fainting spells for as long as she can remember. Her mother is their village’s midwife and has done her best to teach her daughter her craft, though their neighbors are occasionally leery (read: wildly superstitious) about taking assistance from a girl with black eyes and a strangely inexplicable lingering physical malady. That Haelewise is branded a witch soon after her mother’s death probably won’t surprise anyone, but instead reminds us of a sad fact of human society throughout the ages—-when a woman is different, that difference all too often makes her a target. And that goes double if that woman has any sort of power of her own.

Left penniless by her father—who’s preparing to marry a rich widow, because of course he is—Haelewise is forced to sell the last of her mother’s handmade poppets to survive, even as she clings to the hope that her childhood friend Matteus will decide to defy his father’s social climbing dreams and marry her. (Spoiler alert: He doesn’t, another twist I don’t think anyone reading this will be surprised by.) Forced to flee into the forest after being pursued by an angry mob threatening physical violence, Haelwise discovers the mysterious tower called Gothel and the magical wise woman who lives within its walls.

Through her subsequent lessons with Kunegunde, Haelwise slowly begins to learn more about her supposed sickness, her own abilities, and the hidden side of her mother she never knew. She learns how to project her soul into animal familiars and how the strange plants known as alrune can enhance her gifts. In the process, she begins not just to better understand her place in the world, and since The Book of Gothel is told by a Haelewise looking back over the course of her own life, she’s also a woman who’s well aware of the ways her story has been warped and altered in the frequent retellings of it. This nuanced layering is perhaps most interesting in the ways we see her refer to her own choices, as well as the often selfish reasons that drive her to make them.

As a heroine, Haelewise is both brave and infuriating, a woman whose determination is as admirable as her stubbornness is annoying. McMyne doesn’t shy away from the fact this purported villain is actually a complex figure who makes plenty of bad choices, and who rightfully deserves some of the criticism that’s leveled at her. Her Haelewise is simultaneously a brave young woman who (rightly) refuses to settle for the life she’s told is all she can ever expect to have and a frequently stubborn child who (repeatedly) refuses to deny her own wants.

Her insistence on having her own way and her refusal to admit that anyone else could have a valid point about why the things she wants are…if not outright wrong, at least extremely questionable, feels beyond frustrating at various points in this novel. (Particularly when terrible things could so easily be avoided had Haelwise simply chosen not to lie to the people trying to help her or accepted that perhaps someone other than herself might know best.)

In addition to being a fairly groundbreaking reimagining of the Rapunzel story, The Book of Gothel is also an excellent piece of historical fiction, weaving a complex tale that both reflects medieval society’s discomfort with female power and features real-life examples of the extraordinary women who nevertheless rose to wield significant influence during this time period. (Hildegard of Bingen, Walburga, to name just a few.) The book’s depiction of life in twelfth-century Germany is rich and thorough, and its blending of familiar elements from fairytales and legends into the real-life reign of King Frederick is deftly handled.

The honesty with which the book treats unpleasant realities—that merchant’s son Matteus would never have been allowed to wed Haelewise, that even queens and princesses are generally powerless in the face of their royal spouse’s desires, that antisemitism was both real and generally widespread—is refreshing as well.

And though your mileage may vary when it comes to the wildly convenient way that the issues of Matteus and Haelewise’s love story are ultimately resolved, the deft way McMyne sets the pieces in motion that lead to (at least part of) the story we’re familiar with—Rapunzel, Mother Gothel, a magical tower that can only be found by those who know where it is—is simply delightful to watch unfold.

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 2 @whumptober - alt quote: motion sickness

The facility has very specific ways to treating and transporting "problematic assets". One of Ash's early experiences of "the cage"

CW: living weapon, dehumanisation, nausea, confined space.

Whumptober List

Complex 27

The dull hum of the engine vibrated through the metal box, the only sound in the suffocating silence. Ash felt the constricting walls close in around him as he sat on the cold floor of the cage. It was a world stripped of light, sound, and air—just him and the crushing weight of his own thoughts. He shifted slightly, pressing his back against the cool surface, trying to center himself, but the vehicle's relentless swaying sent a wave of nausea rolling through his stomach. With each jolt of the transport, his insides churned, a sickly twist that made him wish he could expel the bitterness rising in his throat.

Classified as “problematic” now, Ash was treated like a fragile piece of equipment that might explode at any moment. The judgement of Sergeant Kerr hung over him like a shadow, a constant reminder of how precariously he balanced on the edge of instability. The other assets had already deemed him a ��sociopath” long ago, the term echoed in his mind, clashing with his self-image. He had never considered himself a monster; he was just trying to survive in a world that demanded ruthlessness. But now, with this new label of "problematic," things were only going to get worse.

The jolts and sways of the transport rattled him, sending tremors through his body that he couldn't control. His muscles tensed involuntarily, a reflex to brace against the unpredictable motion. Ash pressed his palms against his eyes. He tried to shut it out—the nausea, the shaking vehicle, the whispers in his mind. But it wouldn’t stop.

Each turn.

Each jolt.

His stomach lurched.

Breath caught in his throat.

He was drowning

Darkness.

Breathed deeply, he willed the sensation to pass, but each inhale only heightened the queasiness, as if the very air around him was thick with anxiety.

You are nothing but a body in a box, the darkness whispered. A broken tool.

“You’re an assassin,” he whispered to himself, trying to grasp onto the only part of his identity that felt solid. “You’re stronger than this.” But the words tasted hollow, a feeble defense against the tightening grip of anxiety clawing at his chest.

As the vehicle jerked, it slammed him into the cold metal wall, twisting his stomach and causing bile to rise.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

The dark pressed in from all sides.

Panic surged, as he grappled for control over the spiraling sensations threatening to drown him. His stomach twisted violently, a cramp of nausea almost overwhelming as he pressed his forehead against the cold metal, feeling the vibrations of the engine hum through his skull. It didn’t help. Every shudder of the vehicle sent another wave of nausea crashing over him, another twist in his gut.

"What is wrong with you?"

He was meant to be the best, the top-ranked assassin, that's what he kept being told. But right now, he felt more like a marionette with tangled strings, dancing precariously at the edge of sanity. Each jolt of the vehicle like a hand yanking at his strings, sending him into an uncoordinated spiral as his mind and body betrayed him.

As the engine roared, drowning out his frantic thoughts, Ash's mind began to spiral. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. His fingers dug into his thighs, grasping for something solid, something real to hold on to.

Weakness.

Leaning forward, his forehead resting against the cool, unyielding surface. It stung at first, the vehicles vibrations adding to the disorientating ride. But the cold was an anchor, something real in this suffocating void. He couldn’t think past it anymore—couldn’t separate the roar of the engine from the rapid pulse of blood in his ears.

Everything blurred.

Stomach cramped from holding back the bile that still rose with every motion. He wasn’t sure how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? Time had become meaningless here, just another thing swallowed by the blackness.

And the emptiness…

But it wasn’t a void. It was full of the weight of his failures, the whispers of doubt, questions he couldn’t answer. It gnawed at him from the inside, clawing at his ribs, at his mind.

His throat tightened.

Insignificant.

Weak.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. But every breath only seemed to make it worse, the air thick with the scent of rust and sweat. His heart pounded too fast, his body too aware of every little shift in the transport’s movement.

The cage.

This was his world now. Not the top assassin. Not a weapon.

Just a body in a box, lost in the dark.

A body that was betraying him.

@whumptober-archive

[beevean]

Idk I think people objections to vivziepop is overblown, she's hard to work with? So was Yuji Naka, She drew problematic art? So did Miura Kentaro and Rebecca Sugar, she said bad things in the past? So did Seth MacFarlane, she didn't groom any minors or assaulted someone like the Rick and Morty guy or the Red and Stimpy guy

Fun fact, a friend and I today tried to read the "controversies" page on Vivziepop.

And it's. Bad. As in, I refuse to believe anyone older than 20 wrote it.

Some of the claims have sources. Not all of them, though. Case in point, this gem:

Grooming Allegations On January 19th XXXX, Vivziepop has been accused of grooming a 14-year-old. (Needs citation)

Or this one

It is also worth noting that Vivzie supports Zone Tan, who is infamous for being a child predator who used a real child's voice for his child porn. It was also shown that Vivziepop directly interacted with Zone.

(wow, that sounds like a serious accusation! source?)

(also please it's not child porn, it's CSEM if it involves a real child)

Other parts come off as edit wars:

The drama died down after a couple days when a decent number current of SpindleHorse members, such as Sam Haft, Monica Franco, HorrorFreak, and more talked about their positive experiences, and some were convinced that the accusations were exaggerated or lies.

Erin Frost returned yet again in November. At this point, many are sick of her continued attempts at showing what she considers proof of her mistreatment, especially since she shamed others who won't stand with her, calling them "spineless" and sharing private messages without their consent. To a large portion of people, Erin Frost is not the innocent victim she claims to be and is attempting to twist the situation so that she comes out looking more sympathetic than she actually is

And then we get the absolute petty shit:

Improper Representation of Sexual Assault In one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel, there have been some criticism about how sexual assault has been treated, as one of the chatacters, Husk, would tell Angel Dust that the latter will "get over it", even though Angel Dust has experiences with being sexually assaulted by Valentino, which is one of the things you should never say to a person who suffers from PTSD/Trauma.

Not even touching the yet again misconception that Loser Baby is a victim blaming song... This is a lie. Husk never once utters the words "get over it". This should be edited out immediately. Checking the source, it was badly paraphrased by a Tumblr post badly paraphrasing it in bad faith.

It was then revealed that Vivziepop also supported a Twitter user named "Raphielle", who is an NSFW artist that actively makes art of non-con/rape of Valentino and Angel (in which Valentino is the abuser, and Angel Dust as a victim of Val), with Raphielle even supporting said ship despite it being toxic and very wrong.

"and very wrong", how old are you?

Also I don't see the issue? Valentino abusing Angel is canon. And if Raphielle animated Poison, kudos to them for such a raw portrayal of abuse.

What makes it worse that Raph romanticizes it as well, despite mentioning that he has dealt with being repressed and being controlled, which is not a good excuse of drawing rape porn, in which Raph constantly fetishizes it.

Now this has just turned into a Twitter thread.

Supporting of Proshipping Like said before, while she has supported Raphielle, who supports non-con/rape ship of Valentino and Angel Dust, Vivziepop has also be revealed to have sexualized Morty from an adult animated TV show called "Rick and Morty" (in which Morty is 14-years-old, mind you). Vivziepop would even go as far as to ship Morty with Rick Sanchez (who is Morty's 70-year-old Adoptive grandfather).

Perish the thought.

The source of Vivzie following "bad people" is exactly what you would expect: the main accusation is that she follows porn artists with a fat fetish. Tagged as "csa" to boot. You people wouldn't have survived a day on DeviantART ffs.

And this is the cherry on top:

"Hey maybe this page should be written in a professional manner."

"HOW DARE YOU DEFEND A SHIT PERSON"

yeah you sure a person I can trust with handling delicate information!

Basically, I can't take this seriously. Again, I checked some sources, mainly the transmisandry ones, and sadly they look legit. The complaints about HH are however asinine to the point that the whole page loses credibility.

I won't get into this matter because I don't want to get involved into this year-long discourse more than necessary. I won't respond to anything related to Vivziepop again. But I wanted to vent because I hate when people are accused of being pedophiles/child molesters/abusers because they follow people who draw Sonic porn or they support people with a non-fluffy ship. Get over yourselves, and stick to the actually harmful stuff.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Oh my god, NRC mirror counterpart(that’s just funny to imagine, like what the heck are those guys like. Plus isn’t Idia gonna still be traumatized in that world, and probably be even more traumatized seeing what the hell happen to his brother),I can only imagine the main cast’s reactions, cause wow just wow(also Mirror Crowley just scolding main Crowley will never be not funny to me) I mean Kalim would be vibing a lot with these guys, the rest uhhh self explanatory. Also uhhh why are we ignoring the disturbing part where somehow Orpheus(THAT’S FORCED TO USE THE PEACOCK MIRACULOUS, plus the disturbing thought Yuuki and Yulia were possible forced to use a miraculous to help too) is used by the Supreme to kidnap some people from mirror twisted wonderland(like that part where that anon just off handly says something about Idia and Ortho get taken as well) to be his pawns? Also yeah I’m pretty sure both Idias and Orthos as well as Orpheus will have a very messed up time(Let’s hope our main team can once again save the day here)

:3

>:3c

Well... The reverse NRC Bois are pretty much just nice guys. Still have similar incidents like their og counterparts, but the difference is in how they handle things.

Idia is a prime example. In here, reverse Orpheus's Isekai still happens when young, so Idia, much like his parents as well, are devastated at first. The difference is, while the og Idia drowned in grief and guilt, the reverse Idia tried his best to get over it and see it more as his brother being in a better place. This change of visions has reverse Idia wanting to do better, to be actually better, someone that his brother could be proud of from up there. He still has some times when it's harder to cope with this, but reverse Idia just thinks that if his lil brother watches over him, he wouldn't want to see him cry like this.

Robo Ortho in this world is created not as a replacement, but as an omage. How reverse Orpheus wanted to have a better world, Idia created robo Ortho a bit later, with the purpose of making the world a better place, just how his little brother wished. Down the line, robo Ortho develops a consciousness of his own and the tartarus Phanthoms also give him a soul(following a similar incident to this au's book 6, but much more early and with the Shroud parents instead of the NRC problematic kids). So down the line, the Shrouds came to consider robo Ortho as a member of the family too.

Enough sappy backstory! On with the present!

Now imagine in the reverse Paris, the supreme capturing reverse Orpheus, as they knew this boy had a special ability. His magic was something special, which could also be a thorn in the supreme's side. So he either got rid of him or found a way to overnumber his powers.

The supreme dials back to the incident some years ago, when Betterfly tried to dimension hop. Having the peacock miraculous retrieved (Orpheus was using it initially, because he wasn't able to get sick at all by it. He only made senti-monsters as an aid to Betterfly's akumas. In here, the senti-monsters are simply magic robots, as such they are not alive and would immediately go deadbeat if no one is controlling them. That's why there's no existential crisis over this.) The Supreme realises that they could use Orpheus to create a gate to a similar world from where he came from and try to recruit people that have similar powers as Orpheus, as a way to tip the balance.

Of course, Orpheus is refusing at first. He wasn't affected by the supreme's whims, but he could be reduced to obedience if one tries hard enough. He only had to create a gate and a 'solider' that the supreme would hold the senti-monsters remote. That way Orpheus cannot try anything funny. If he tries to snap any of the 2 out, he will be punished. As such, all he can do is stay nicely in his cell and not complain.

But reverse Orpheus had very foggy memories of his initial world. As such, the gate senti-monster opens up to the og twst and not the reverse one.

The supreme also uses the hostage situation as blackmail for Yuuki and Yuulia, who are forced to go through that gate and reek havoc as to paint a bad image on the resistance in the people's eyes and as such, have them willingly join the supreme. Kinda like a very elaborate way of brainwashing.

Cue the plan being foiled by og Orpheus and Yuuki. Og Yuuki uses cataclysm on the senti-monster, rendering it useless. That does give the chance for the 2 to try and warn their counterparts and beg for help.

Of course, already the senti-monster brought a few victims (definitely Idia and Ortho, but let's add Lilia, Jack and Rook), so Orpheus with Yuuki have to go and save them.

Meeting their good grandpa version who still uses the butterfly miraculous is just so WIERD for og Yuuki and Orpheus.

Of course, they save reverse Orpheus, which is nice, since the og counterpart is the one who bails him out. And they have a nice heart to heart. It follows with getting introduced to Idia and Ortho, who also help out with bailing out.

The reunion in between reverse Orpheus and reverse mari and Adrien is very sweet, a very big Family hug. Reverse Adrien definitely cried the most. :v

[anothersebastianblog]

"This just proves once again that you shippers are pathetic as hell. All you care about is his relationships because it fulfils your nasty fantasies."

Classic attempt at twisted projection. None of us are "fantasizing" about them. You on the other hand hate her, because she puts a dent into your fantasies of him (and you).

"The second he breaks up with her or anyone else, you guys will drop them too. It's so fake."

"Drop them"? Being supportive of his relationship doesn't mean we are all her fans in that sense lmao. I will tell you what is fake: acting outraged over problematic shit his gf has done, relentlessly trying to "hold her accountable", but once she's an ex, it's crickets. Alejandra is the No 1 most hated gf of his, in part for things like CA and Pandemic travelling. Yet her comment section is squeaky clean and hate-free now, even though she made zionist posts only a few months ago and hasn't corrected herself since.

"Your opinion is not the only one in the world"

Honey, this is not a matter of opinion, this is a matter of right or wrong. We are right, you are wrong.

"and he's not gonna pat you on the back for kissing her plastic ass."

The fact that you think us women here need the incentive of a man's imaginary approval to defend a fellow woman, shows how atrociously full of internalized misogyny and how void of basic compassion you are. You are literally telling on yourself and projecting. You can't even IMAGINE genuinely defending a fellow woman without the intent of sucking up to man. I defend her, because the sight of your behaviour makes me sick and further perpetuates a society in which men can get away with anything and a woman get's torn apart for breathing.

"Instead of focusing on his career and his achievements, past and future, you psychopaths are jerking off to him dating a bland ass woman."

This blog is literally amongst the first to post his career updates, unlike your little hate corner.

"No acting skills, no personality. It's getting harder and harder for you lot to defend her without making it sound like she's irrelevant without him."

She's Grace Shelby. Come again?

"Not a single souls is pAnIcKiNg in any way, we are quite amused at how low the bar is for you guys."

Yes, yes, well see you guys "not panicking" at the next event he proudly brings her along with. 😉

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary354

9/8-9/24

sunday - monday

need to sleep soon.

i worked on sawngz today, and read, and watched something super insane. the insane thing was half of the steve coogan jimmy saville tv series. i can't explain why i'm watching it. or i can, actually, i'm fascinated by what coogan must have thought of either being asked or feeling that he could perform that role. the thing is, i expected it to be bad, i'd just see some and have my curiosity sated, but it's as good as a thing like this can be, he plays saville in a way that feels insane, he's really trying his best to express that man as a twisted freak who used people. it doesn't really pull any punches, it seems to be this attempt at like, expressing how miserable and pathetic the people enabling him were, and that there's this huge amount of enabling and blindness people took on so their cash cow wouldn't disappear.

otherwise today has mostly been about sickness, the music stuff i did i think is very good or at least making me happy, the tone in the problem song is way way way better and i think what it needs is just like... well it needs to be quieter, and still more pick sound. i was getting to that and then ableton crashed so i had to go ahead and re-do everything cuz i forgot to save #stupidstupid and stuff. the other thing was figuring out some strange guitar tones for one song and that has me excited about where that one is going to go as i write it out more.

i've also assembled some writing, actually, and sent it to friends, or 2 friends only, it's a bunch of ... non fiction things, not as in "non-fiction" as in "not-fiction", but not necessarily wholly poetry. it's non-sense, probably. i wonder if i'm half hoping they'll dislike it or if they'll like it or what. i just wonder what it would mean for it to be bad, i can't tell i wrote it all in earnest so it's all, what it is, to me. i should have edited maybe but there's some excitement and i'd rather have people guide my editing on this since my ideas with shorter than short-story format things is probably wonky. not that wonky is always bad i suppose. the idea is that this stuff is all together, so i don't know where to stick it or aim for publication with it. it's only 24-ish pages double spaced size 12 font and everything.

the reading i did today, i've started breton's mad love, since i figure i do need to read him, that i'll like it, and so far i do, it's strange, beginning with a 'phantasm', (i quite love that word), he's talented at bringing about images which have a simultaneous dimension, as dreams do , which feels like something he must be capable of to carry out his vision, so i guess it's more like a necessary mechanic almost of his work. his vision feels strange, in ways, knowing him as counter to bataille, i am reading for that, one thing here is his desire to write love and recognize/utilize/affirm common belief, for instance, of types, accumulations of physical traits between lovers and what the beloved would appear to be for any-one lover. this is an interesting passage to me, it brings me in ways to bataille's blue of noon, where this isn't countered so much as... i'm not sure, it feels problematized, i suppose there's a disagreement, it's the tension between two ways he might love in that book, between dirty, between more upright people, people who he wants to drag down in a sense, and dirty who drags him down, in a sense, or they both relent to the fall, hand in hand fucking in a graveyard. i suppose this adoration i heap on here by recalling makes evident which i feel closer to, though i don't think breton is so against that tension, he does seem agitated by anything mystical and does like the way this 'type' seems to dispel what he may imagine are bourgeois notions of what one loves, the succession of lovers, each face recalled a strange sharpening maybe, or each in succession sharpening a sense of some traits, things of that nature. i suppose if i recall i have loved i too may see this, i suppose i've thought this same thing out before, running through all experiences i've had with love. but it goes deeper than physical traits, for breton as well as i of course, still interesting to consider. or i guess in context with the traits, maybe one can think of all these things as odd markings left in some matter, us against space, us against time, scratchings and etchings either way of our desire + the accidents we are/make.

i am not much farther in the book, because by the time i read more after the introduction i was like, my mind feels fried, yet i'm still awake. i'm kind of screwy because i keep sleeping in to stave off the illness.

anyhow, re: the being up too late, being sleepy:

i am sleepy!!

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[1eoness]

i loved hearing abt ur perspective on that matter 😭😭😭 not good with words but one thing i will say is most dead dove fics i see are from fandoms who preach abt problematic characters, its so rare to actually find any of them, like, this is just an example but everyone knows how famous hp is and ive read probably hundreds of fics (from ao3, which is kinda surprising since EVERYTHING is there, right?) and ive only ever come across one dead dove fic, which, again, i was startled bc i didnt even know what it meant so i think with warnings or none, it wont stop anyone from reading it. i guess i cant say anything abt how sa victims say its their own way to cope and it might be wrong to say this but i just think if a bad thing happened to me, why would i glorify it? and why would i ever want to influence people and make them think its normal and that they should want it too? its honestly just sad, especially, like u mentioned, when they say "a fictional character has no feelings" but theyre making leon an object of their sick fantasies, it sucks when all we get from them is "just block", followed by getting mocked, its just sad to see bc i feel like, how fucked up do you have to be to treat others like that? sure, maybe they have mental illnesses, but its like, theyre using it to justify their wrongdoings instead of actually trying to get better

anw... i dont know u much and i havent kept up with ur fics and stuff but i got to say i have a lot of respect for u and am looking forward to more of your works! or if not, i wanna say i admire u as a person 🫡

tw: mentions of dead dove, PTSD, mental stress disorders, trauma regarding SA. i understand! and thank you but you really don't have to praise me for saying this <3

i won't go on a whole ramble trying to deeply psychoanalyze these kinds of writers but to (attempt) to sum it up shortly: PTSD, and a lot of other kinds of stress disorders tend to corrupt you throughout your growth; it forces you into a kind of regression and when you're unable to get help for multiple kinds of reasons, you tend to turn to the internet because well, it's just a click away. when you feel like your only strength is your writing you will tend to "weaponize" it (but not really per se), then the result becomes... that.

it's i guess, what people commonly testify it as, "trying to regain control". which i don't doubt for one moment, i genuinely do think that people who write this kind of "fiction" are victims who desire a taste of control again. they wanna be able to twist their perceptions and perceive their trauma differently because they've been enslaved by it mentally. perspective matters here: what an expressed fantasy is to the viewer, may actually be a vent from the writer. [i cannot stress this enough. but if you're going to publicize this kind of stuff, you are still bound to public morality. so please stop ignoring the fact that dead dove content that pampers the concept of sexual assault is genuinely harmful. no one should ever write that in a way that perceives sexual assault as "desirable" and "a want".] otherwise, any kind of writer who glorifies and makes market-focused art out of sexual assault are sick and they know who they are, they just don't want to take accountability for it. i always think there's a better choice to be made.

[x3rrorx]

This is long but I’m so tired of the fandom shitting on Noah every chance they get because they take everything he says literally and personally. He has always been blunt and says exactly what he means. I don’t know why people twist his words or project feelings onto him just because he isn’t screaming his adoration for the fans from the mountaintops every day, making himself available on social media, and putting on a big fake smile for their performances to prove he’s happy to be there. So many bands have been so problematic with scandals and have not faced half the criticism from their fan base as this band has for such small, inconsequential things like not liking merch designs, deleting social media, not posting an end of year Spotify wrapped thank you thing???

People keep saying Noah looks bored on stage or like he isn’t excited lately. I personally have only seen videos of him having fun so far, but I’d also take into consideration that even though these are the biggest shows they’ve ever played, they’re there to support one of the biggest bands in the scene. I’m sure there’s a lot of pressure to put on a good performance vocally and I’d imagine that takes a level of concentration and limits the amount of movement and running around on stage he can do.

I’m sure playing arenas for the first time also means larger crowds, more pressure, potentially more nerves. There’s jet lag, there’s exhaustion from tour in general, you never know what someone is contending with in their personal life off stage as well, etc. Not to mention, how many times have they described themselves as dark, dramatic, cinematic. Those aren’t really adjectives that translate to dancing and smiling the way Oli does on stage, for example.

Also, the band tours like CRAZY. More than any band I’ve seen in a long time. They are always on the road for just about the last 2-3 years and I don’t think they’d spend so much time out and about if they didn’t enjoy performing or weren’t excited about it. With the way their merch sells out and the money they’re now making from radio play there isn’t as much of a financial need as there was before to tour tour tour. I’m sure they could get away with performing less if that was truly the case. Noah wouldn’t have pushed himself in the fall to perform when he’s sick if he didn’t care about being there. They also wouldn’t try so hard to put on a good show, put so much time, thought, effort, money into the production of the show if they didn’t care about the experience of the fans who came there to see and support them.

If he was truly bored and didn’t give a fuck I’m sure he wouldn’t sound nearly as good, wouldn’t push himself, wouldn’t be working so hard on his physical health to keep in shape, wouldn’t try so hard on stage production. Noah would also give heartfelt speeches before, yes, but this isn’t their headlining tour. They’ve been thanking the crowd and I’m sure when it’s their UK headliner the speeches about how much it means will come back because they’ll know the crowd at those shows came for THEM.

As for the phones, everyone needs to understand that artists want to see people dancing, singing, engaging with him while he’s on stage. When everyone has their phone out the whole time, it’s harder to get that energy back from the crowd because you don’t see faces and people aren’t moving as much. It doesn’t mean they hate that you record and take photos, nor does it mean you should stop if that’s something you want and like to do. You paid to be there, you can do what you please. But let’s not spin it to sound like he hates the fans taking videos. He’s said himself they don’t mind! But try and understand where he’s coming from as a performer. If you were up on that stage I’m sure you’d rather see moshing and dancing and faces than phones and people standing around singing quietly and keeping their cameras still to get good content. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with him having that preference and commenting on how the appreciates the UK being present during shows because that’s out of the norm for them, and that’s cool as a frontman to see.

Fans are meant to listen to the music, come out to the shows, have a good time, and maybe buy some merch. Please be a fan of the BAND and participate in the way that makes you happy instead of finding ways as a fan to be disgruntled because one dude says he wishes people were on their phones less, or saying the band hates their female fanbase because they don’t make feminine merch items. They give us so much—two new records coming, frequent merch drops, always touring, the comics. If you can’t appreciate all of that and feel entitled to more, I don’t know what kind of fan you are.

Perfectly said 👑