#but like. i mean it when I say my blog is here for anyone that I can have

[xxcyberhexx]

Loving You Was Like Loving The Dead

RE2!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Goth!Reader

Synopsis: Everyone wants to date the goth girl until she tries seducing you in a cemetery (aka, I suck at summaries).

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT MDNI! No Raccoon City outbreak for plot reasons. Alcohol consumption, porn with an established plot, cemetery sex, switch Leon, boot worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), strangers to lovers?

Word Count: 3,234

A/N: I'm not sure what sparked me to write this, but I just know Leon S. Kennedy loves goths. Don't believe me? I'm literally Capcom. Anyways, this is the first smut fic and there might be some issues with pacing but I mean its pwp so. I have never written smut but I've had two people read over this and got their okay. On a final note, my blog is open to requests so feel free to drop by or follow! :)

“Look, buddy.” Her voice was curt. She crossed her arms as she stared at him intently. “I don’t have all night.”

He cursed under his breath, glancing at the crumpled bills he had just pulled from his wallet to pile on the bar counter. He mentally berated himself because it was already bad enough that it had taken him fifteen minutes to muster up the courage to order a drink from the bartender. Unfortunately, the poor guy did not realize how short he was on funds for the evening until now. He could have sworn he had more on him, but then he recalled Chris drunkenly mentioning how he had borrowed some cash and started a tab under the poor rookie’s name before wandering off into the myriads of people on the dance floor. The older man quickly went his separate way, despite claiming several hours earlier that he would help the rookie mingle with the locals.

He was still relatively new to Raccoon City and figured he would put himself out there more now that he was finally over the breakup with his former girlfriend. Now that he was finally thinking about it, Chris dragging him here was probably a bad idea. He did not have the social skills to freely approach anyone to talk or dance, especially when most people here were part of a subculture he was incredibly intimidated by. Of course, Chris figured assigning the rookie to designated drink duty would be better. He wanted to throttle the older S.T.A.R.S member, sighing as the bartender gawked at him as if she was mentally asking if he was stupid or something. How would this night get any worse? He was just about to reason with the bartender, but before he could open his mouth to speak, a rather large bill was placed on the counter before him.

Blinking at you, his vision adjusted to the dim lighting as he took in your appearance. You were clad in dark layers, a leather jacket draped over your shoulders. The chunky platform boots you had chosen to wear meant you towered above him. His eyes could not help but rake over your body, feeling flushed as he noticed just how little the velvet skirt and fishnets left for his imagination. Risqué, and yet you looked so elegant. He could see the choker and various silver necklaces hanging from your neck, although the black and red rosary was the most prominent. Your beautiful eyes looked striking in exaggerated black eyeliner and black and grey eyeshadow hues. The black lipstick complimented the look, and you smirked when you noticed him staring at your lips far longer than he probably needed to.

“Put the change on his tab.”

The man was shocked, to say the least, his voice still caught in his throat as he admired your styled hair. You were beautiful, albeit he would never outwardly say that. Not when Chris Redfield was in the vicinity. The man would not hear the end of it from his superiors and peers if this news broke out in the police station. Chris was such a gossip, and he wanted to avoid the possibility. If the older man caught a whiff of the new rookie having his drinks paid for by a towering goth woman, it would be the joke for the next several months. Like a deer in headlights, he quickly whipped around for his friend. There was no sign of him as he briefly tuned in to Type O Negative blaring throughout the bar, the man taking note of the lyrics.

Loving you Loving you Love, loving you Was like loving the dead

He turned around to face you, watching the bartender scoop up the cash without another word to assist another customer. His face felt hot, his blue eyes meeting your sharp gaze. It felt as if he was a deceased insect being inspected from a glass frame. You studied every detail he had to offer, and he tensed up at this. You were highly observant and held your hand to him with a warm smile. He looked down at your hand, black nail polish and intricate rings decorating your fingers.

“Y/N.” You spoke.

“Leon.” He responded with a sheepish smile, hesitantly taking your hand to shake. He shivered at the cool metal, pulling away before things got awkward. “I hope you’re not expecting a dance now.”

“I don’t dance,’ you said, facing the crowd. He watched as you leaned back against the wooden counter and stared forward.

“What’s the point of going to a club if you aren’t here to dance?” He asked, the small amount of alcohol in his system betraying him. The cursed drink always made him the talkative type, although he needed liquid courage when talking with someone like you.

“Ya know, I could ask you the same.” You glanced over at him. “Who comes to a club if they can’t afford drinks?”

Leon had to give credit where it was due. You were rather blunt in your responses, albeit you had the wrong idea. “It wasn’t me who ran my tab into the ground. I don’t even have a buzz going.”

“Okay.” You laughed. “You should probably look for some new friends, especially if they can’t scrape up the cash to pay for their drinks.”

“Why would I when I have you here?” He replied, his face getting hot from his forwardness.

Leon immediately cringed at the words, mentally cursing himself for being this brave. He noticed the smug look you gave him, almost as if that was the answer you had expected. You did not respond, and he worried that maybe you would reject this shitty excuse of flirtatious advancements. He hoped this was not the end of the conversation, especially when he found you intriguing. Leon wanted to get to know you better.

“I wasn’t planning on staying long.” You responded. “Care to join me?”

-

Leon was never one for looking for trouble.

You had whisked him away from the bar, gently gripping his hand and leading him out of the establishment with the intent of surprising him. The trek down various dank allies had been spent in comfortable silence. Leon used it as an excuse to explore his surroundings, yet he had expressed hesitance when you paused in front of the large gates of an old cemetery. You let go of his hand, exchanging glances as the man watched you fidget with the loose-fitting chain. Whoever was put in charge of locking up the place did a shit job at doing so, and with a smirk, you had managed to wedge the gates enough to sneak in. This act of rebellion catches Leon off guard, and you cannot help but cackle at his nervousness.

“What are you doing?” He sputters, glancing around to make sure no onlookers are lurking about to report the two of you. “I mean, won’t we get in trouble?”

“You got other plans, handsome?” You avoided his concerns, winking at him as you held your hand out again. “I’ve done this hundreds of times. We’ll be fine.”

With a sigh, he takes your hand and reasons with himself that the two of you sneaking into a graveyard after hours is not a major crime. Although, he could not help but worry about getting caught and charged with something like trespassing. He had just started his career as a cop, and the last thing he wanted to do was lose that. He shakes his head once he’s through the gates, letting go of your hand so that you can lead him through the depths of this place.

“So, you hang out here often?” He sheepishly asked, eyeing the number of old graves and mausoleums covering the vast land. You nodded, directing your gaze to one mausoleum in particular. You motion for him to follow you, Leon hissing at the sudden screech of a metal gate. It's rusted tight, but creaks open just enough for the two of you to slide in.

“Wait, what are you doing!?” Leon demands, watching wide-eyed as you hop on the old stone casket in the center of the place. His breath hitches as he catches sight of your black velvet skirt riding up your fishnet-covered thighs, your black and deep crimson undergarments on display for him. He blushes as he feels himself hardening in his boxer briefs, knowing precisely what you are hinting at.

“Come on, we should go.” He tried reasoning with you or instead with himself. He had felt somewhat jittery just being here.

“Oh, come on, Leon.” You teased, spreading out on top of the stone slab to put on a show for the man. “I’m not gonna do anything weird.”

“It’s just, look, I don’t feel comfortable getting it on around corpses.”

You scoff at him, motioning at the plaque engraved into the side of the stone coffin. “This one died in 1864, Leon.” You assured. “No rotting corpse, although it might be a skeleton.”

He raises a brow at you, questioning if you are insane. “Everyone wants to be with the goth baddie until she reveals her hobbies.” You joke. “You scared or something?” Leon shook his head in response, mustering up the courage to do this.

“If it makes you feel better, we could do it on the fl—”

“No—” Leon interrupts. “Fucking hell, we’re not even supposed to be here.”

“It’s only a crime if we get caught.” Evidently, you were not looking for a response, ushering Leon to come hither with a playful expression. Fuck it. He could not deny you; truthfully, he would try anything once. With pleading eyes, he makes haste to get out of his suffocating shirt and jacket. You were enticing to Leon at that moment, smirking as you watched the scene before you. He inched closer to you, planting his hips between your legs as your hands explored his bare skin, your sharp nails scratching down his back teasingly. You were taken aback, Leon initiating the first and rather feverish kiss you had shared. He pulls your lips to his, kissing you with both passion and lust. With quick hands, he hastily pulled at the sheer fabric of your fishnets. He pulled away from your intoxicating kiss, focusing on forcibly pulling both the skirt and leggings from your thighs. You quickly remove your jacket and lace top, working on removing the necklaces around your neck, but Leon’s hands stop you.

“Keep them on.” He begs, his lips trailing down the bare skin of your thighs. You watched breathlessly as the man kneeled, pausing his attempt to remove the clothing to eye your platform boots. His timid yet lustful gaze eyed them as if he was debating the act he was about to commit, and with a laugh, you urged him on. “Well?”

His stomach had butterflies, and his cheeks felt hot under your gaze as you watched approvingly as his lips met contact with your left boot, moaning when he felt your hands tug roughly at his hair. “Look at you.” You quietly uttered. “Such a good boy.” He felt as if his brain just short-circuited, his blue eyes keeping complete contact with your dominating gaze. “You like that?”

“Mhm.” He mumbled, leaving wet kisses from the sole to the rubbery leather as his hands fiddled with the buckles. He pulled it off your foot without issue, repeating the cycle with the other shoe before tugging off the skirt and fishnets to toss alongside the boots. He watched nervously as you pulled your hand away from his soft blonde locks to reach behind your back and unclip your bra, pulling it off your body. His breath hitched, blue eyes flickering from your face to your chest and then to your hands, which were busy pulling down your undies. He reached out, assisting you in pulling off the last undergarment from your body.

“You like what you see?” You questioned, your hands dipping down between your exposed thighs to tease your clit. “Want a taste?”

The last question came out as a moan, Leon’s words caught in his throat. He nodded with a groan, palming at his dick through his jeans. You noticed this, a breathy laugh leaving your lips at the sight. “You’re so fuckin’ hot. Get those pants off.”

You did not have to say that twice. Leon uttered a quiet compliance, shoving his pants and boxers down so they pooled at his knees. You eyed his dick lustfully, smirking at his neediness. You spread your legs further, welcoming the man to have a taste. Leon’s head dove down between your legs, his mouth exploring your cunt. A loud moan left your lips, both your hands returning to his head to tug harshly at his hair. Your thighs trembled as his tongue licked a long stripe up your cunt, his arms circling your thighs to hold them back. You had tried to control yourself, but Leon had seemed well-versed in this. When he got closer to that bundle of nerves, you bucked your hips to apply more pressure to the areas you needed attention from most. Blinking away the stars, you glanced down at him and moaned loudly as you watched him bob his head rhythmically, eating you out as if he were a starved animal having his first meal in a long time. The two of you found a comfortable pace at that moment, gasping as you watched Leon roughly stroke his dick to the rhythm.

“You’re so pretty like this.” You murmured. “Such a good boy.”

Leon moaned at the praise, burying his face deeper in you until you felt his nose swipe against your clit. You threw your head back in ecstasy, an uncontrollable and loud whimper falling from your lips. He repeated the motion just to hear that beautiful sound again, your climax slowly building as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue.

“Fuck, Leon!” You cried out. You couldn’t control yourself, tightening your thighs as you pressed your cunt against him as you came, riding out your orgasm. He eagerly lapped up your release, causing you to jolt from the overstimulation. He eventually pulled away, drawing in a gasp for air before diving back in to kiss your inner thighs. He pulled away, standing up to press his lips against yours in a hungry battle for dominance. You giggle at his eagerness, placing several kisses on his cheeks before trailing your lips down to his neck and collarbone. Black lipstick stained his body, almost like you were marking him as your own.

“Worried about getting in trouble now?” You panted as he gently pulled you off the stone slab and spun you around, bending you over with his hand firmly pressed down on your upper back to keep you still. “FUCK!” You spat, feeling his cock pressed up against your backside, your fingers scrabbling at the rough concrete as you waited in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ shut up.” He moaned, jerking his cock as he readied himself. You squirmed under the man’s touch, biting your lip at his sudden confidence as he lined himself up and pressed into you.

“Hard.” You hissed. “D-don’t hold back.” Your voice breaks, a sob escaping your lips.

“You’re such a freak.” He whimpered, thrusting his hips at a fast pace to comply with your demands. You relax against the casket, pushing away the sweat-damp hair from your eyes. “Fuck just like that, baby.” The two of you dissolve into a litany of ragged whimpers and moans, Leon railing into you as hard as he can muster. His hands grip your waist, you biting your lip as he guides you on his cock. You had forgotten where exactly you were for a moment, your eyes slipping shut, focusing on trying to keep yourself somewhat silent. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He moans, his chest heaving.

You look back, panting as your second climax is begging for release. “Cum inside me.”

Your suggestion is all Leon needed to be pushed over the brink, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he snapped his hips into you roughly. He tossed his head back with a cry, you moaning as you climax once more. He rolls his hips until he feels spent, lazily pulling out with a sigh. The two of you shiver, glancing at each other with dazed smiles as the pair of you quickly gather up your clothes.

“I—I should get back to the club.” Leon bashfully spoke.

___

“I told you we wouldn’t get in trouble.”

You playfully nudge his arm, smiling down at him before intertwining your hand in his. He had to admit that, despite his previous concerns, he had a great time. Rounding another street corner, his smile fades as he sees the blinking sign of the club. You notice his expression falter, sadness tugging at your heartstrings. It seems the two of you did not want this night to end just yet, although you knew Leon’s friend would probably worry if he did not return.

“Ya know,” You trailed on as the man gazed at you. “There’s a music café right down the street. They sell lots of great music, and they make some mean pastries. We should go tomorrow.”

“Really?” He asked, his face heating up at the suggestion. “I mean. I would love that.”

“Great.” You smiled, the two of you stopping at the intricate double doors of the club entrance. “I don’t have a pen and paper, but could we meet here tomorrow at 1 p.m.?”

He nodded his head eagerly, causing you to giggle. Lovingly and without thinking, you lean down for a kiss. Pressing your lips to his for a passionate kiss before pulling away. His heart fluttered when you reached around your neck to unclasp the rosary he had been eyeing earlier that evening. “Something to remember me by until I see you tomorrow.” You reach out with a smile, clasping the necklace around his neck. “Goodbye, Leon.”

“See you tomorrow.” He watches you with butterflies in his stomach, shyly waving at you as you shoot him a wink before continuing your walk down the busy street. The loud slam of a door distracts him, causing the poor rookie to jump and whip around. He sighed when he saw Chris stumbling out of the bar, yelling the lyrics to a song he had not heard before. It takes a moment for the older man to recognize Leon, although he falters when he sees the younger man’s face.

“Did you have fun?” Chris questioned, drunkenly crossing his hands over his chest. “I mean, you got something on your face, uh—”

The younger man’s eyes widen, his hands scrubbing at his cheeks in the sudden realization that you had left black lipstick stains on him. “I—I can explain!” He exclaimed, only to be waved off by Chris.

“Yeah, yeah.” He groaned, holding his head at the sudden migraine he was getting. “Tell me tomorrow when I’m not shitfaced.”

Leon sighed in relief, clutching the rosary around his neck as he mentally hoped his friend would forget tonight's events. The two began their trek back to their respective apartments, the young rookie humming along to the song playing when he met you.

Loving you was like loving the dead

[fulltacs]

fuck it. free the blocklist.

tw for ableism, death threats, cw for general rage-inducing behavior

this is not exhaustive, this is a starting point. BLOCK these people, do not interact.

- literally anyone who interacts with @/ladygoth at this point. I don’t doubt that she and her friends are responsible for at least half of the hate anons received by darkfic writers

- as for the people who were “protecting” codslut/Myka… they’ve all been in my notifs liking my update post and un-liking sheheals post and deleting anything they might’ve said on the situation. yay, I guess. I may have unblocked you, but the other nosy people following everything certainly didn’t.

- on a related note, anyone who goes by “Myka” or “Hannah” gets blocked ON SIGHT (half-joking). I don’t care if that’s your name (please don’t put your real name on the internet) you better make up a new one 😤

- /bookobsessedram, /mothymunson, @starry-eyedblog , /ghostsbimbo, @ghostlywhiskey and @ghostly-whiskey, @kitkatscabinet , and @ladyxtiger were all involved in being assholes in the discord as seen here. not pictured: /bjornthebearguy and /notspiders. and i’m sorely disappointed in /bunnyreaper, as mod, for letting them continue to chase people off, even though it had been brought to their attention before.

AND ESPECIALLY @simonrillleyyysss and @simonrillleyyyysss2 and @joostyklein (all their known alts). As a matter of fact, fuck everyone who’s friends with them (including /konigsblog). Jordi, G***, whatever the fuck you’re going by, I am so fucking sick of seeing your name in my DMs. So many people messaged me to say it was you and your gang’s hateful behavior that drove them away from the fandom, and I can vouch for some of them because I was there the whole time. What the fuck is wrong with you guys. I have a hard time believing your apology means ANYTHING when you used the discord to lead a brigade on Bo back in January, and CLEARLY HAVEN’T STOPPED being an asshole since then (“I still don’t like soapskneebrace either way”). Bo and Madi were not your only victims, again, there were quite a few others who came forward. You bullied anyone who disagreed with you and at the end of the day you only care about your follower count.

The craziest part is that most of the people we watched you bully are open about their autism diagnosis. And this was just a casual observation I made, not even an accusation, but five minutes later you make your first-ever very casual not-at-all-sus claim of having autism.

do you think we were born fucking yesterday. Trying to get ahead of ableism accusations by suddenly claiming to be autistic, even if true, is not gonna have the effect you thought it would, cause I wasn’t the only person who clocked that as WEIRD. (Internalized ableism is still ableism, btw.)

Just shut the fuck up. For once. It’s THAT SIMPLE. Leave everyone alone. Make your little posts without feeling the need to be assholes to other people.

Fun fact: I have received no death or rape threats in my anon mail, and maybe that’s because I’m not a very big blog. Or maybe it’s cause I know what all your fucking faces look like (hello, internet safety where?). I said fuck all y’all yesterday and I stand by that. Hopefully your time here is met with the same amount of love you’ve shown your peers.

[campwillowpeak]

Ziggy … how do you do it? I really love the community and many of the Yandere VN games but I just wonder how do you all do it? Like post stuff and share. Honestly I would like to share some of my thoughts and stories too but I’m too scared (I know that probably sounds redundant) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Honestly got no one to talk to about stuff like this, so it’s really refreshing to see blogs such as yours that are accepting and stuff plus got cool characters that we get to learn about!! And of course we get to interact with creators like you thank you ( … this last bit sounding like that PBS kids send off was not intentional ＿|￣|○ I swear )

If you're meaning how I do it like.. not being scared or nervous to? I separate online from real life heavily.... Literally NOTHING anyone says or does to me negatively online effects my real life... I post cringe and people make fun? Ok... I'm still here sitting in my room and chillin and nothing bad is happening

I have a bad take and people are in my inbox ranting? ... Ok and? I can still go out this weekend and play pokemon go with my wife

Drama going on and people who aren't even my friends are mad or shit talking me and my work? Uuuuuh... Ok? I don't give a shit about them anyway. .3.

I give literally 0 fucks about how I am perceived online outside of my friends

I'm just hear to make stuff I wanna make

Share it with friends

And put on my silly little jester hat and make my community smile and giggle, thats it... The rest of my entire existence exists offline .w.

I think too many people put WAY too much weight on what goes on behind a screen and what people online think about them... Just have fun, post and share your stuff, and don't worry about being cringe... we're on tumblr... we're all cringe, and you're much more liberated when you embrace that .w.

And I would love to hear about your thoughts and stories uvu

[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

Going on a Riddler fanart break

I'm having a break from posting Riddler fanart to Tumblr. The backlog will still be posted on Cara and Instagram (both @ tbalderdash), and if the break is long enough for it to catch up I will post things made during the break on there before Tumblr. I will still be posting bird art here. I will still post fanart for other fandoms here if I make any (I am currently undecided about non-Riddler DC). The break will be for at least a month. I will probably come back when the OCD medication has kicked in for a bit. Thank you for all of the support on the last post. I don't want to take a break, but I have to for my mental health.

"Organised" ramble about reasoning (this is heavily influenced by neurodivergence/mental illness and I am not trying to sound like an entitled/ungrateful twat. I don't want to guilt trip anyone, please don't feel guilty):

The Timezone Curse: Tumblr has a reverse-chronological dashboard. I am British. I live earlier than the majority of the userbase. I have no idea what time to post things so they don't get buried. Recently I've tried to stop waiting for the exact right minute to post things, as it doesn't stop them from flopping.

Likes vs Reblogs, (and OCD?): I will preface this and say: a lot of this is my brain's fault. Since Likes don't do anything to spread things, my brain gets upset when things keep getting Liked without Reblogged. Unless it is from a bird fan on the fanart, better artist, or irl friend, Likes mean nothing to me. I know this is silly and irrational, but I can't help it and this is the main reason why my brain is suffering posting fanart. I hope medication will fix my feelings. Additionally, OCD brain keeps trying to find a reason: Am I dislikable? Is my art bad? Does it have no appeal? Is it aphobia? Did I do something cancellable without knowing and now everyone hates me? I (think I) know the answer is people just don't use this website that way, but my brain is never sure. This is why I don't have the problem on the other websites, every like helps the algorithm and actually means something in my brain

The combination of the Timezone Curse and lack of reblogs means my art often gets barely any reach (or reach my brain deems meaningful). I desperately want to feel like part of the Riddler fandom community. Unfortunately, due to Tumblr making me suffer (overwhelmed by compulsive need to scroll entire dash, repulsed aroace, and simple posts being able to make me ruminate unpleasantly for a long time) I find it very hard to follow new blogs or connect with people on this site. I love birds, but I need Riddler interaction. I can't look at much fandom on other sites, as they have barely any/no tag filtering, which means I will suffer if I look for him.

Why it's just fanart and not birds affected by this: I started off as a fanartist with no expectation to get big with birds, so I had a que sera sera attitude and I post them whenever they're ready, I didn't expect to get big. I am more fulfilled when it comes to the bird interest (more community interaction + every day can have different birds out there + people in my real life are interested in birds). Additionally, the bird art spreads a lot more (due to bird blogs reblogging). Bird art is my "job" art (it is where I plan to make money from) whereas Riddler is where my passion lies the most (I still love the birds but I have many other ways of interacting with them without needing art). This means I get more emotionally invested in the Riddler art than the bird art

Is art becoming a compulsion? This applies to the birds as well, but since they're "job art" it doesn't matter too much. I keep being worried about not posting enough Riddler art, and feelings of social media sometimes overshadow the joy of creating - I keep thinking about posting, rather than doing. I get too anxious to make art that is "unpostable" (eg: self-insert and him hugging), especially due to the fact I'm trying to get more professional. I feel like there's more I want to expand on this but it's been too long and I'm tired. This break might help me do more high-quality art instead of having to churn it out out of fear of everyone forgetting me.

Sorry for all the text. I don't know if I've explained everything very well but it's been an hour and usually if I post something after 8 it fails, which I don't usually want to worry about but it's a bit important for an announcement like this

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Reporting to do my duty as a Takeomi hater

Lmao ok! I'm sure you wouldn't but just remember (and this goes out to everyone) it's ok to hate a character but don't be mean or harass anyone who actually likes the character. And that includes if you see someone making a nice post about them, don't go and say something negative in the comments or reblogs. I also dislike Takeomi so I don't mind that stuff here (and really opinions about any of the characters) but a lot of people won't like that negatively about something they love on their blogs or space so just be mindful when doing anything like that.

[kataraslove]

I just stumbled across your acc and I gotta say, I agree with alotta ur takes

Ur sooo well spoken and I really enjoy reading your thoughts and opinions

Katara is one of my favorite characters and it makes me really happy to see someone appreciate her and her writing

Ngl a lot of atla fans r lowkey braindead so ur acc is pretty refreshing

Thanks for posting!! 🩷

thank you! 🩷 your words are too kind. i appreciate it.

i did mention this before, but this blog stemmed kind of entirely out of spite. i was sick and tired of fandom on here telling me that there was only one way to interpret and enjoy my favourite character, dictating who i could or could not ship her with and how much of a stan that made me. it’s not an experience just unique to the atla fandom, of course. it’s becoming something more apparent nowadays especially, the ways in which multiple readings and interpretations of a character is heavily discouraged by fandom in favour of just one.

it’s baffling how, for so many years, there was a strict binaric interpretation of katara’s character, with 0 being non-canon and 1 being completely in favour of all things canon. either you had to vehemently agree with everything that bryke wrote for katara’s within atla and post-canon, to the point where i have seen people defend the lack of statues of her as “oh, she probably didn’t want one anyway,” (NO!!) or you had to have deep-rooted anger and rejection for all things that were done to her story, in the guise of katara deserving better.

katara does deserve better narratively, but NOT in the ways that the tumblr fandom thinks she should have. not in the ways that she should be ambassador to the fire nation, or become firelady (a racist depiction in fanon and nothing but a decorative title in canon) and live out the rest of her life by zuko’s side, serving and prioritizing zuko’s nation.

“but wouldn’t it be empowering if katara sat on the throne of her oppressors and got to dictate - “ no. it’s not. stop advocating for that type of ending for women from oppressed and marganized groups. stop acting like that is the ideal future that katara wanted this whole time, that ruling as part of a foreign monarchy that decimated your people and your culture is the ultimate threshold for liberation.

i’ve seen people who claim to take a doylist perspective for critique of atla (read: kataang)’s writing completely lose all comprehension when it comes to critically assessing post-canon zutara. by that i mean, if we continue with the writing direction that we saw for all of the female atla characters in the sequel series, a zutara endgame would position katara in a worse outcome than she got narratively. but you tell anyone that and it’s an instant “zuko would have given her 10 statues!!”

but most importantly, nothing has radicalized me more over this year than seeing the “katara deserves better (in the form of zuko)” crowd, the same crowd who is currently dreading any form of fixing or retcons from avatar studios in upcoming content, defend the hell out of natla katara’s writing. the very same people who were praising katara’s arc to the stars, stating that it was nearly complete until the two grown men decided to pair her up with aang and ruined all at the end.

well, what about the group of zutara shippers in the natla writer’s room who handed her everything in the narrative, who removed her flaws, her anger, her compassion, who stripped her down to everything except hope, all in the name so that she wouldn’t appear unlikable to audiences. i mean, that tremendously backfired for them, because now the young actress who plays katara is getting hate spewed at her for failing to portray katara interestingly, when the problem has always been the shit writing.

anyway, i appreciate this message! glad i could be of service and it’s nice that you’re a zuko fan who ships kataang! lots of people who love zuko do.

“a lot of atla fans are braindead” LMAO you can say that again!!!

[pluralprompts]

[Had an error when trying to post an ask. This is our attempt at a work-around.]

Anonymous asked: Could you please put that your pro-endo in your bio? Considering the main difference between antis and pros is that we define "all plurals" differently, it's not very clear what you meant, and I thought you were anti-endo until I went through every single one of your side blogs mentioned in your pinned post

-an anti-endo who loves your prompts, the newest prompts tags just took me off guard <3

As you have noted, We use the term "plural" in our posts and blog name, which is inherently inclusive/pro-endo and has been since its coining decades ago, so I am not going to honor this unnecessary request. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but if you're using "plural" in any sort of anti-endo or generally exclusionist way, you are using it incorrectly, since it originated as an inclusive alternative to terms that had more medical associations. I'm honestly offended that you thought I was part of the same group of exclusionists that has openly and repeatedly told me they want me dead, have sent me gore in response to a positivity post, recently invaded inclusive tags to spread hate, and regularly tell me to kill myself – hell, you yourself are admitting that you are against my right to self-determination if not my very existence, alongside my religious and spiritual beliefs (I don't have to tell you how this in particular is an asshole move, do I?), and believe that you somehow know what's going on inside my head better than I or even – at the very least, if you won't listen to me and the thousands of other endogenic systems about our own lives – the doctors actually studying endogenic plurality do, considering our endogenic origins. I will not block you so that you can see this response, but you are not welcome here. Here is a document full of sources about endogenic plurality existing and being recognized as a real and valid scientific phenomenon, not to mention how it is a cultural, spiritual, and religious practice found around the world; I hope you educate yourself and grow as a person. You seem to be trying to be polite, so I can only hope that you are just someone who has been horribly misinformed about pro-endos and endogenic systems.

However, at the same time, please understand that you are asking a blog with an inherently inclusive term in the title and all their posts, and a pinned post that clarifies yes, they do mean they support all systems (and advise those who don't support all systems not to interact), to put a separate warning in their bio that yes, they actually really do mean it when they say they support all systems. The thing is, I wouldn't have a problem with this request if it wasn't under this context. You yourself have admitted that you read my pinned post; how did you take the section that says all systems/plurals are welcome (and exclusionists like you are not) and somehow think it meant we didn't actually mean all? If you're excluding anyone from your definition of "all plurals" by adding little rules like "must be traumagenic", you don't mean all. You mean some. You, as an anti-endo, as an anti- certain plurals, only support some plurals. Someone who is against part of a community does not support all of a community; they only support the part of the community they are not against, which is only some of the community. This is how quantitative words work. Just because you have decided that the part of the community you personally choose to support and give basic respect to is the only "real" or "valid" part of the community doesn't mean the part you don't support stops existing or stops using the label you claim to support fully and without any restrictions or rules (since that is what supporting all of a community means); you don't actually support all plurals, and I'm concerned that you ever thought you did. I could break out a Euler diagram if it would make it clearer that only supporting some does not mean supporting all, and that supporting all does not mean supporting only a particular group. That's like saying you support all animals while being anti mammals and, at best, believing they're all actually confused and misguided birds – or, as I'll elaborate on in a moment, saying you support all queer people while being an aphobe who, at best, thinks aspecs are all just confused and misguided gays. That is not support, and you are certainly not giving your actual respect to all plurals. I say this delicately, but I don't think you should be participating in syscourse if you have trouble with the concept that excluding people from a label means not being inclusive of all people who use that label.

If a comparison will help you understand our response, especially the passive aggressiveness that I can admit is fully leaking through – this ask is essentially the same as how aphobes, during the years of "ace discourse", would occasionally react with surprise that queer blogs supported aspecs, despite aspecs being documented parts of and contributors to the queer community for decades, and queer being an inclusive term. In essence, "I know you're using an inclusive term that both historically and in the modern day includes people I hate, but I really thought you would agree with me that said marginalized group that I hate shouldn't exist, and that this community would be better off if they were all gone!" Meanwhile, aphobes were posting gore in the aspec tags, making fun of the murder of an asexual girl, spreading lies of pedophilia about anyone who showed support for aspecs, and telling aspecs that they were lying about the discrimination they've faced, that their sexualities were just trauma responses or mental illnesses, that they were broken and needed to be "fixed", that they were "stealing terms" and "making the community look bad", that they were making it all up for attention, or just straight-up to kill themselves. None of these examples are all too dissimilar from what I regularly see anti-endos saying and doing – some of them are the exact same save some of the specific words used by these bigots swapped out for more system specific ones. Just today I saw an anti-endo claim that pro-endos are "grooming children" just by being inclusive, like how aphobes claim aspec people are "grooming children".

Yes, I am aware this is harsh to hear. No, I am not going to apologize – your community and hatred is part of the reason we have traumagenic origins (hello, the one writing this is a protector who split specifically due to the trauma you anti-endos inflicted on us!! In other words, your community is directly responsible for my traumagenic existence!! Should I be thanking you for allowing me a chance to experience the better parts of life? Hm, nah.) and are scared to interact with others who share our own damn disorder. You claim the "main difference" between us and you is that we define "all plurals" differently, but from where we're standing, the "main difference" is that pro-endos aren't regularly traumatizing, harassing, suicide baiting, mocking and insulting, spreading misinformation about, using slurs against, wishing harm on, and fakeclaiming the other side, often for merely disagreeing with them. We just came out of a harassment campaign in which anti-endos spread hate in our inclusive tags and spaces for weeks. I'm fucking sick of syscourse and being told I should kill myself for the "crime" of being inclusive of endogenic systems like the ones that helped me accept my plurality in the first place, or the pro-endos that create resources that help me manage my DID and not be a dissociative wreck all the time. To say the main difference between our communities is "how we define 'all plurals'" is a spit in the face of all the shit I and many, many others have faced from anti-endos like you over the years.

If you change your stance and learn not to hate others for their religions, cultures, traits they can't control, and personal beliefs and choices about their own body and mind, we will be happy to welcome you to our community and this blog. But until then, you need to re-evaluate your priorities and morals in life. Are you fine with being part of a community that twists others' words on the regular to make it seem like they're promoting child abuse? Are you chill with the fact that I exist as a protector to defend my system from people like you, the same way many others in my system exist to protect us from other abusers and threats to our safety and health? Are you okay with telling a living, breathing person you admire and enjoy the work of that you disagree with their identity and existence, and that you ally yourself with those who want them dead just for existing, have even personally threatened their life and well-being, as you have just done with this ask?

What took me off-guard was this ask and just how horribly you seem to be unaware of basic concepts like "plural is an inclusive term signaling someone is pro-endo" and "'all systems' does not mean 'only traumagenic systems'." But I guess in a way, it's only fair; you mistook me for one of those who hate my guts – while I can't tell even as I type this if you are a troll or not.

TLDR: No, we will not clarify in our bio that we are pro-endo, because there is no need to do so when we already use terms that signal that everywhere on our blog, and our pinned post even clarifies our stance in the rare case someone doesn't know the signal. You have been horribly misinformed; you cannot support "all plurals" while being against certain plurals, and "plural" is an inclusive term anyway even without that clarification. Again, you have misunderstood our pinned post which tells anti-endos like you to fuck off, which is almost funny considering we put that section in the post due to the horrendous amounts of harassment we and other pro-endos (not even just endogenic systems; a lot of anti-endos group all of us together as "fakers spreading misinformation") have faced from anti-endos like you. Please go think about the kind of people you're spending time with, and ask yourself if you're okay with being part of the same group of people that wants those like me dead for the crime of existing in a way that doesn't adhere to one specific medical model whose authors acknowledge isn't the only way to be more-than-one, anyway.

Have the day you deserve! <3

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

Saw this on another blog....thought it was rly cute. What would be the ros reaction to the mc placing a flower crown over their head and saying, "For the ruler of my heart."

Jules blinks before a chuckle escapes past their lips and they smile. They take your hand in theirs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, then another on your the back of your hand before cupping your cheek and gently biting your nose. "You do know I would be a terrible ruler, right?" They murmur, smiling softly. "You could have anyone you wanted."

"But I want you." You reply and Jules blinks once again, lips parting before they crumble under your gaze. They bury their face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if committing it to memory, a fond smile on their face.

You always manage to undo them in ways no one can.

Warren's heart feels like it might as well burst of his chest. A smile breaks across his face and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Not that he would ever want to. He has never held himself back when it came to you. He never will.

He leans in, planting a kiss to your cheek, plucking a lily and placing it behind your ear. "I don't want to rule over your heart. I want to serve it."

You are the ruler here. You are the one who has been ruling over his heart for far too long. Longer than you are aware. And he won't have it any other way.

Dylan stiffens under your touch. A crease forms between his brows, a treacherous flush rising up his neck. "You're being silly again." He mutters under his breath, scratching his nose awkwardly.

He never quite knew how to act around you. This wasn't like him. But you make him too aware of himself and this awareness makes him act opposite of how he wishes to behave around you.

"I mean it." You smile.

He hates it when you smile.

It makes him realise how he likes the upward curve of your lips a little too much.

"Ah." Aiden raises his eyebrows in amusement, reaching up and feeling the texture of the crown between his fingers. "Why, thank you, darling." He grins, his chest feels a little lighter with emotions he couldn't place earlier.

Now he knows better. "I'll make sure to be a good ruler and take good care of your heart." He playfully pinches your nose, fighting back a smile.

Jessica's lips part in surprise before a her cheeks heat up and he looks down at the ground, smiling to her herself, her gaze tender. "Thank you." She murmurs softly, under her breath. "I am not sure I deserve it but..." She gazes up at you through her eyelashes. "But is it selfish I like it, despite believing that?"

"You are not selfish. because you deserve it, Jess." You playfully narrow your eyes at her and she smiles.

You're the only good thing in this wretched town. She doesn't want to lose this.

"Okay. I hope you know, I feel the same way about you."

Heather's eyes widen and she laughs. "Really?" She gushes, excitement coursing through her veins and her eyes shining. "You're not just saying that to make me happy, are you?" She pouts.

She hopes you are not. She doesn't know she would be able to bear it. She likes you a little too much for that.

"Never, Heather."

Mia takes the crown off her head, turning it this way and that to take a better look at it. She sighs dramatically, shaking her head. "I could make a better one."

"Oh yeah?"

She laughs at your playful glare. "Is that a challenge?"

She does make you one and rests it upon your head, smiling. "See? It suits you better than me. It's proof you're more fit for that position."

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[front-facing-pokemon]

[thueenz]

have any of u guys seen that cheeseball cat on tiktok/insta?? idk i dont use instagram. this one

i saw them months ago but they popped up again last night on my fyp and i want to talk about them so bad because theyre an occupied object as i like to call them (object with some kind of spirit in them, not to say haunted, just an object with some kind of 'being' or soul to it) and i find it endearing that a cheeseball cat i randomly saw one day is occupied. now we go under readmore

im pulling most of the screenshots from this video because its the one i saw last night so go watch if youre curious and to show the creator some love for their art!

if you have no idea who cheddar is they were not always a cheeseball, the creator bought them and painted them like this originally they looked like THIS

the being in them was present from the time of buying, they stick out like a sore thumb in this image specifically (likely because this is the day of buying and they havent settled into their surroundings at all)

luckily they dont seem to mind the fact that they were painted like a giant cheeseball at all. i cant say every being would take well to that, but if anything, they seem to like it. even if op and the fans on tiktok arent aware theyre 'there', they seem to enjoy the attention they get, and the individual love they have been given in the paint job. to be loved is to be changed or whateva. in all seriousness though they are fine with it, more than fine, which im glad lmao

theres plenty of beings in objects that are discontent with their situation, where the person theyre with either is not aware of them at all, or is misguided in their views towards beings in objects/uncaring/ even scared, but cheddar here seems perfectly happy. while others might shy away from attention, they seem to like the attention tiktok gets them.

i mean, they have their own little pedestal, special gift like baby cats that are custom painted, theyre special and named to the person theyre with, and people on tiktok love them. not a bad life if thats something you like! im really happy they feel so content, i get sad seeing beings that are unhappy on the internet but i cant rlly do anything about those cases so 😭

they really seem to like the person theyre with too, in this frame of them being picked up, their energy softens and brightens and makes my chest feel giddy and affectionate. theyre very cute i adore this cat i would give them a hug if theyd have me

i think they likely have a purpose or magical skill, but i cant pinpoint it further than 'they want to bring good into this persons life', which could cover a raaange of things.

theyre not malicious at all, they seem very content and friendly and i wouldnt feel uncomfortable around them at all in person so no worry of that. a bit intense before settling into their new life, but not bad. sometimes beings are just a bit intense lol. theyre not haunted by any human spirit, i can't say where they came from, or when, but i don't think they were ever 'alive' either animal or human.

i ♥️ cheddar and their sweet little cheese throne

[dailyeca]

sometimes i think that i should be putting him in more complex compositions and dynamic poses and cool outfits and color palettes and pretty rendering and detailed backgrounds and more characters and story-driven comics and personal meaning

and then im like. that's the fucking devil talking. dailyeca is and always was supposed to be a low maintenance blog where i draw an eca a day and this eca can be the most scribbled motherfucker in da world but as long as there's a daily eca then i've succeeded. when i have time to add cool shit i can absolutely do that but even if he's just a sketched up bust shot at 11:59, i'm doing enough because that's just dailyeca babey.

[foxgloveinspace]

*cracks open a starbucks energy drink*

hey guys, I know I've done this like, 80 times, but I'm pretty sure I'm bi with a preference of men. I'll probably still say I'm a gay, but like. just so y'all know.

[taegularities]

Rid I'm so sad that you're receiving this hate but for me you're one of the kindest people in here. I'm always rooting for you. Sending hugs. 🥰

thank you babe, i think i needed to hear this.. you're the sweetest, all the hugs back 🥺🤍

[time-is-restored]

i have literally nowhere else to put this i apologise for the spam. the absolute best thing to come out of s3 trent is without a doubt the fucking earnestness... like in s1-2 he always came across as a very self-assured kind of guy, who knew how he came off (ie: intimidating) and enjoyed it. but seeing that paired with him being silly + completely relaxing in certain company??? pulling ridiculous faces at vodka + scrunching up his nose when he smiles @ colin + making the most ABSURD 'i really wanna say something right now but i feel like im interrupting' noises ive ever heard in my fucking LIFE??? its like. he is cool as shit and he is self assured AND he can make dumb fucking sherlock holmes jokes and dance ridiculously. its like!!!! he's lame but he's also not bc he's exactly as confident in being lame as he is being cool. do u see the vision. he has killed the part of him that cringes!!!! its just.. that unshakeable self confidence that u see in his fucking swaggers into frame includes all of himself + his different moods and eccentricities and that's just so based to me idk. unironically live ur best life wear the loudest combination of prints and patterns and primary colours uve ever seen in ur life while espousing the virtues of extended museum hours!!! contain multitudes! get silly with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[starbuck]

Some people are just so. Online.