#code x ada

[thekingwhereitallends]

Code:Ada's cheated on me with Kawaki.

Teen Mitsuki:Sarada also has forgotten me and prioritizes Boruto over everything.

Code:...

Teen Mitsuki:...

Code and Mitsuki:LET'S BE BESTIES!

[thekingwhereitallends]

essentially kodoeida and mitsusara💙❤

“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going

[freakshaped]

[kvoinre]

[spritetoomany]

i’m scared to color this should i? be honestttt

[ekurie987]

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

aeon coded films

here is a selection of films that have been submitted that are aeon themed or aeon coded! i have no personally watched all of these, so please watch at your own discretion! lol

mr & mrs smith

in the mood for love

Tomorrow never dies

the long kiss goodnight

where eagles dare

(the first three pirates of the caribbean?)

The mask of zorro

Casablanca

COLOMBIANA

hercules! (the disney animated one)

this list will be updated whenever movies are submitted! they can be sent to my ask box >:3

[crimescrimson]

All Resident Evil Human(oid) Villain Deaths in Order: Alfred Ashford (Taken Out Of Stasis by Chris Redfield)| Jack Krauser (Killed by Leon S. Kennedy) | Osmund Saddler (Killed by Leon S. Kennedy) | Albert Wesker (Killed by Chris Redfield & Sheva Alomar) | Alex Wesker (Killed by Claire Redfield) | Carla Radames (Killed by Ada Wong) | Derek C. Simmons (Killed by Leon S. Kennedy) | Donna Beneviento (Killed by Ethan Winters)

[allmoshnobrain]

[bloodless-blair]

Dark Fiction Is Protected Speech. Online Harassment Isn’t.

There’s a rising trend online: people using extreme, hateful language to attack others for liking or creating dark fiction— stories that explore taboo or disturbing themes. One message recently sent to a fan of dark fiction read:

Let’s break down why this kind of language is not just offensive — it may actually be illegal under U.S. law. And why, by contrast, dark fiction itself is constitutionally protected.

When You Become the Monster You Claim to Fight

1. Calling Someone a Criminal Over Fiction Is a Crime

Falsely accusing someone of supporting child abuse or rape is not “calling them out.”

It’s defamation per se a category of libel where the accusation is so serious, the harm is assumed.

U.S. law protects reputation from false statements about criminal activity.

If someone can be reasonably identified (even anonymously), and the claim is false, it may be grounds for a lawsuit.

Legal Reference:

Gertz v. Welch, 418 U.S. 323 (1974) – Private citizens only need to prove negligence.

New York Times v. Sullivan, 376 U.S. 254 (1964) – Public figures must show actual malice.

False claims of criminal acts = automatically defamatory.

If you say someone “encourages rape” based on their reading list? That’s not activism. It’s libel.

2. Threats Disguised as Justice Are Still Threats

“I’m the #1 pedophile killer” is not rhetoric. It’s not metaphor.

It’s a true threat, a form of unprotected speech under the First Amendment.

Pair that with slurs, personal targeting, and incitement? You’re not helping victims you’re becoming the abuser.

What the Law Says:

18 U.S. Code § 2261A – Cyberstalking and online threats

Virginia v. Black, 538 U.S. 343 (2003) – Threats intended to intimidate can be punished

Brandenburg v. Ohio, 395 U.S. 444 (1969) – Inciting imminent lawless action is not protected

3. Hate Speech Doesn’t Make You the Hero

The ableist slur used in that message “retards” isn’t just tasteless. It’s a weapon.

It’s the kind of language that, in any other setting, a school, a job, a courtroom, would be grounds for disciplinary action, legal liability, or both.

It’s not “just words.” It’s targeted degradation. And it’s not protected if it becomes part of a pattern of harassment or intimidation.

Here’s how the law sees it:

The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) and Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act protect people from disability-based harassment in schools, workplaces, and federally funded programs.

Some states (like California, New York, Washington) extend these protections to online spaces, especially where speech contributes to a hostile environment.

Even outside the courtroom, most platforms (Tumblr, Twitter/X, Discord, etc.) list ableist slurs under their hate speech and harassment policies. Using them can result in bans or suspensions.

The Fiction Isn’t Dangerous — Your Fear Is

1. Disturbing Stories Aren’t Dangerous— Misreading Them Is

Dark fiction dives into the shadows, it explores violence, abuse, trauma, and other difficult realities. But to confuse exploration with endorsement is to miss the entire point.

Liking or creating stories about taboo subjects doesn’t mean someone condones those acts in real life. It means they’re grappling with complex ideas and emotions through art.

Imagine banning classics like Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov or American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis because they depict criminal acts. That’s exactly what censorship driven by misunderstanding looks like.

Legal Perspective: Fiction is a protected form of expression under the First Amendment, even if it unsettles or offends.

2. The Constitution Protects Art You Don’t Like

The First Amendment doesn’t just protect nice speech, it protects speech that shocks, disturbs, or disgusts.

Artistic expression, including dark or controversial fiction, is safeguarded unless it falls into very narrow exceptions:

Obscenity: Rarely applies, under the strict Miller Test

True threats and incitement: Only punished if likely to cause immediate harm

Child pornography involving real minors: Always illegal and not protected

A crucial distinction often misunderstood is between actual child pornography and fictional depictions of minors.

But fictional depictions that are clearly not real—no matter how dark—are protected. This was affirmed in Ashcroft v. Free Speech Coalition (2002), which struck down laws that criminalized virtual child pornography or fictional depictions that don’t involve real children.

[thekingwhereitallends]

Ada:What do you think of my relationship with Kawaki?

Teen Mitsuki:Want me to be brutally honest?

Ada:Honesty is good but why brutal?

Teen Mitsuki:You know,Code would've treated you so much better.

Ada:...

Ada:Sometimes i do feel guilty for not giving Code a chance.

Ada:He was so kind to me...treated me like a queen.

[akivrse]

Huling Sandali (Tayo sa Huling Buwan ng Taon)

Tagalog

English

[freakshaped]

I COULD'VE DANCED ALL NIGHT WITH THAT ONE

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Alfie noticing that guys who are way younger than him (like Michael? John?) having a thing for reader, who is close to age to these young gentlemen but has only eyes for ol' man Alfie? Thoughts?

Near Deadly Sin

Alfie Solomons x F!Reader; fluff

AN: IM BAAAAACCCCKKK hello my loves it’s taking me forever to write again but I’m glad to be back. I miss you all and hope you all are doing well!!! MUAH - Mo

No. No this acidic flame burning between his ribs is not jealousy.

Not at all.

The embers stoked in his chest. The flames licking up his neck and around his ears. These are normal… manly… sensible reactions.

Alfie had been invited for ‘drinks’ with the Shelbys. He had refused adamantly, and was only coerced upon your promise to accompany him and to never. leave. his. sight. As if you would ever be far from him or out of his thunderous gaze. But as he is sitting across from Thomas and Arthur and Polly, he is regretting ever bringing you near this nonsense. This den of wolves and snakes. The murmurs of Thomas faded like the crackle of a radio as he focused in on John Shelby’s lustful gaze over you. With every sweep of his young and unbridled eyes and suck of his teeth, Alfie became more and more enraged. Not that you noticed. You didn’t notice John’s roving eyes or the quickening pulse of your husband next to you. You were content sipping the tea Polly served, making quiet conversation with Ada in the corner, holding a babbling Karl.

Alfie knew there was supposed to be a deal or something tonight. Or maybe an update on a job. Or something. It didn’t matter. Fuck the business. Fuck the Shelbys. Fuck John Shelby. Fuck it all. Standing quickly, pushing through the screaming pain of his back, Alfie grunts, “Darling get your coat. We’re done here.”

Your head spun, “Meyn Likht?”

“Up. Coat. Now. Cyril needs us.”

You press your lips in a firm line. Holding back your tongue from lashing at him for his impromptu exit. You knew what he actually meant. Thinking of Cyril was his code for indicating murderous intent that needed to be snuffed out immediately. You watch Alfie as you slip on your coat, going to Thomas to whisper something just out of your reach. Had you heard him, you would have heard the volcanic timber of his voice promise, “You control that little brother of yours Tommy yeah? It’s against holy law to look at another man’s wife like he been doing. Will have to go back to Mosaic law if he don’t shape up.”

With heavy stomps he approaches John, who is trying yet failing to keep a stone expression. “You keep them eyes to yourself little boy. Or someone may just take ‘em from you.”

“Darling? Cyril needs to be let out and will not wait for you!”

With a firm pat on the cheek Alfie turned away, gripping your waist firmly, hand as hot as a brand on the skin under your dress.

-

It’s late now, Alfie is fuming under the crisp sheets and thick quilts layered living on the soft bed. He’s pretending to read. Putting on his glasses and taking them back off again to stare at the ceiling. You emerge from the bathroom, face flush from the hot water, and hair pulled away from your bare shoulders. Arms crossed across your chest, you sit on Alfie’s side of the bed, “You want to talk about it like a grown up now?”

He huffs and shifts lower into the bed, as if to hide from you. With a shrug you walk back to your side, shuffling your sock feet across. You crawl back in bed, back to Alfie to let him fume. It was better than fighting with him to get him to share his feelings.

“He was looking at you.”

“Well Karl is a baby darling.”

“Not Karl! John fucking Shelby! Little bastard was undressing you with his eyes! And you said nothing!”

Ah… there it was.

You let yourself sit up to look at your husband’s face. Folded up into himself, glasses precariously balanced on his nose, cheeks ruddy from rage. Jealousy was his greatest sin and vice. Bigger than rage. Bigger than his love of rum. He was an only child and as such he grew into a man who did not like to share. Not even your image. You curled up next to him, like a cat preening for attention. “Meyn Likht… I didn’t even see him. You shouldn’t be jealous of a figure of vapor.”

“What you don’t notice the… the young men just staring at you? Gapped mouths like dead fish?”

“Those children?” You hum, gently kissing his scruffy jaw and temple.

“Those… men closer in age… to you.”

With that you crawl into his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Darling… what could I do with those men? I’d break them.”

“Break them?” He chuckles, gripping you tighter.

“They’re too soft. Too pretty. No. I like my men… rougher… more sturdy… someone who can stand strong and not worry about their pretty face getting dirty. I like my old man.”

“Do you now?”

“Love him even. Deliriously in love with him. Couldn’t live without him.”

Before you could take another breath, he was on you, kissing all over your face, tickling you with his rough beard and mustache. “Good Lord woman you make me feel 20 again.”

[literatureloverx]

Could you make yandere prisoner fyodor x prisoner reader? From meursault arc??

Such a nice request! ♥️ (Also… I’m so sorry it took me so long!) I wrote a scenario since you didn’t specifically mention which format. ♥️

Fyodor x fem!reader

prisoner reader, Meursault arc, Fyodor being himself, yandere-ish (it’s Fyodor…).

Fyodor’s attention shifted from the pages of his book, his pale fingers pausing for the briefest of moments as his deep violet eyes settled on you. The words on the page blurred as his mind, sharp and calculating, turned toward the enigma that had appeared before him.

You were a curious thing, lost in a world that was not your own, fumbling in the shadows of a place like Meursault. He let his gaze linger, silently studying you—your delicate presence, standing out in a way that unsettled the grim, oppressive atmosphere of the prison.

Who are you?

You were not an ADA agent, that much was certain. And yet, you didn’t seem like someone who belonged here at all. The prison, with its cold, dark corners and the fetid stench of hopelessness, should have been a place for the irredeemable, the broken. But you? There was a spark in you, something that betrayed your outward appearance of meekness.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as you blinked, an ordinary enough action—but not quite. There was a pattern to it, a rhythm that immediately caught his attention. It wasn’t a simple blink of fatigue; no, it was something more deliberate. A message.

How quaint.

His lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. He watched, intrigued, as the message unfolded, the delicate taps of your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. Morse code.

He sat up a little straighter, his fingers lightly grazing the edges of the book he had abandoned, the pages still and silent now. His gaze never wavered from you.

Fyodor’s lips parted slightly as a cold smirk tugged at his mouth. How interesting. What could you possibly know about him to seek him out in this way?

His gaze hardened, as if savoring the challenge you had unwittingly placed before him. He could see through the cracks in your carefully constructed exterior—you were no ordinary prisoner.

No, you were here for him.

A cute little mouse, venturing into the den of a predator, unaware that it was already ensnared. There was a delicate beauty in your folly, a naïve courage that made him lean forward slightly, an ever-present amusement dancing in his eyes.

Every inch of him was drawn to the puzzle you presented. Your attempts to reach him, to break through the silence of this forsaken place, were not lost on him. And now that he had noticed, now that his attention was fixed on you, there was no escape.

He watched you, his gaze sharp as a blade, and let the silence stretch between you both, thick with unspoken words. You had invited him into your little game, and now it was his turn to decide how it would play out.

Oh, how delightful.

The air in the cell is heavy with tension, each breath you take a quiet, deliberate action, as you try to gather your thoughts. Fyodor’s gaze is unwavering, his violet eyes never leaving you. The silence between you stretches, thickening as he studies you, his fingers delicately brushing the edges of his book, as though the pages are no more than a mere distraction from the game unfolding before him.

You had hoped for a response, had silently prayed that your attempt at communication would not go unnoticed. And then, a subtle shift—his fingers move, tapping lightly against the wall. The pattern is familiar, the rhythmic beat a language you understand all too well.

Morse code.

Your heart skips a beat. He’s answering you.

You watch him intently, your breath shallow, as you try to keep up with his deliberate message. Each tap seems to echo louder in your mind, as if to remind you that this moment is unlike anything you’ve encountered before.

His message is calm, controlled, and yet, there’s an underlying thread of something more dangerous, more enticing. Your pulse quickens as the realization hits: he knows exactly what you’re trying to do.

You feel a chill run through you, but it’s not fear—it’s something far more complex, a curious sense of thrill. You had sought him out, reached through the silence to this man who felt so impossibly distant, and yet, now that he’s noticed, now that his attention is entirely fixed on you, you can’t bring yourself to look away.

And then, as if the tension in the room wasn’t enough, the door to the cell rattled open, revealing a new cell that seemed to materialise out of nowhere.

Your gaze shifts instinctively.

Dazai.

“Looks like I’ve found a little gathering. How delightful.”

Your heart races, and for the briefest of moments, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake by reaching out to them. But then, Fyodor’s fingers tap again, a soft rhythm against the stone wall, as though to remind you that the game is far from over.

His fingers tap once more, the sound sharp and deliberate. Let the game of prison break begin.

[huellitaa]

୭ 🎀🐈‍⬛🧁 about bee...

hiii! my name is bee ♡ and i'm a teenage disaster living in england with a rly rly big heart and rly rly big dreams . i really really really love things like fashion, philosophy, psychology, self growth, writing, poetry, journalism, girly things, music, blogging, websurfing, pinterest boarding, playlist making, crafting, decorating,,,, i could go on!!! ♡ 💭🫶🏼🩷

i really love to think and to speak and to sing (even if i'm not very good at it) and to try and to fail and to get back up again and learn from my mistakes and come back better and more beautiful than before. some random notes about me are that i play drums, guitar, and keyboard, i have obsessive compulsive disorder and segmental heterochromia, and i also have not slept a night without a plushie since i was born . i also love my friends and my family with all my heart ♡

── my interests ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 👛🐈‍⬛.⋆｡‧

♡ self improvement as a whole ♡ anything 2 do with sanrio! ♡ gyaru fashion and styles ♡ tomorrow x together ♡ ♡ my little pony ♡ ♡ fashion journalism ♡ 2000's girly kpop like kara, girls generation, wonder girls, etc. ♡ music of any genre & musical history ♡ writing long and complex documents to hide in my google drive ♡

♡ ashnikko, pierce the veil, kali uchis, the marías, millionares, pinkpantheress, ive, avril lavigne, 6arelyhuman, mariah carey, gwen stefani, tommy february6, paramore, jazmin bean, wave to earth, nicole dollanganger, nessa barrett, elita

♡ death note, nana, madoka magica, jujutsu kaisen, louis theroux documentaries, bratz 2005, monster high, gilmore girls, gossip girl, inside job ♡

♡ draculaura, l lawliet, georgina sparks, pinkie pie, my melody, madoka kaname ♡ ♡ working on my many projects ♡ ♡ full metal alchemist (brotherhood) ♡

♡ shushucherry, vivienne westwood, angelic pretty, ma*rs, juicy couture ♡ florence & the machine ♡ ♡ lord of the rings (movies, books, & games; shadow of mordor)

♡ any type of magazine (irl or digital)

♡ old gothic literature (particularly h.p. lovecraft and bram stoker's dracula!!!!!! ♡) ♡ decorating, painting and creating

♡ ada lovelace & marilyn monroe ♡ ♡ the witcher (games, books and series) ♡ music journalism ♡

talk 2 me about any of these and i'll love you forever .i'm so serious

── my hobbies ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🧁🐧.⋆｡‧

♡ websurfing ♡ girlblogging ♡ painting

♡ dancing ♡ coding ♡ decorating

♡ singing ♡ video games

♡ scrapbooking ♡ studying and learning ♡ playing instruments ♡ wandering the lines between morality's many faces ♡ pondering the lost and the forgotten

── my signatures ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🧸🩰.⋆｡‧

♡ heart dotted i's ♡ lalaloopsies ♡ (un)fashionably late ♡ cutesy hairclips ♡ black cat emojis ♡ frilled ribbons ♡ paint smudges ♡ handdrawn penguins ♡ lots of keychains

── my favourites ✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🫶🏼🎀.⋆｡‧

(in no particular order ,, i love all of u guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!♡)

♡ @raym0ri my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend,, my beautiful wife with their beautiful artworks and beautiful whimsy

♡ @sillyeveline my siamese twin and my bestest best firned ever !!!!!!!!!! (1/2) gorgeous goth girl best friend and misa irl

♡ @ngtvcr33p my bestest best best friend ever!!!!!!!!!! (2/2) silly hannibal enjoyer and #1 trashy teen boy. also the bunny ever

♡ @jiraipill cal's wife, american in denial and a very sily farm angel .we love her

♡ all my beautiful mutuals!!!!!!11 i love u guys so much♡