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aplaceinthedark · 9 months

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AU interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Noah Sebastian (The Watcher of the Woods) x onbc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), fingering, slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev Fuckface McGee thinks he is), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk, overstimulation

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized that despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So, between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow, I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been dripping this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into me and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my arousal. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow, his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips, and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please, I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name then,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Plead louder for me.”

“Please, oh god, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes again, it was to see him shove his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed fingers up and down my still-slick center. He slowly pushed two of them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he, too, was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine, and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x onbc #cw: language #cw: supernatural themes #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #paranormal au #series: lost in the labyrinth

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mysticdoodlez · 10 months

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interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“My eyes are down here.”

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“Y-yes, Noah.”

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #bad omens smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian au #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x oc #tag: non-binary character #tag: afab character #cw: supernatural themes #cw: language #fic: lost in the labyrinth

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0xy--m0r0n · 6 months

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"такое красивое лицо, испорченное".

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lingeringmirth · 5 months

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no son of mine

Written for @whumpril day 26 using the alternative prompt "blanket nest".

Stranger Things | Rating: T | Steve Harrington centric | Omegaverse, nesting, Steve has bad parents, angst, self-hatred, Omega Steve Harrington.

cw: pejorative language.

Also here on AO3.

Steve is twelve when he makes his first blanket nest. His parents aren’t home so he gets to keep it for a glorious two months, but the moment his mother sees it she’s already dismantling it, hissing at him to never mention it to his father, or else. He can only look at her with wide eyes and nod, never having seen his mother this scared, even when she’s doing her best to hide it behind anger.

The impulse, the need, to make a nest doesn’t go away but rather intensifies as time goes on and he can’t ignore what it likely means.

In the next two years he makes several nests, always trying to dismantle them when his parents come home, but there comes a point where he’s afraid to have them any longer because his parents are suddenly at home more and his father keeps talking about how he’s happy he won’t have an omega for a son when the time comes, how Steve is independent and will do him proud, talking as if Steve will have any control over his biology, that words will make any difference to what his body’s gearing towards.

So, of course Steve panics when he presents, even when he’d been expecting the outcome.

He’s been nesting all week, unable to make himself take his nest down, it was always gone when he got home from school and he and his mother avoided each other’s eyes, he saw the fear in them, could almost smell it on her, that sourness people always talked about.

His father explodes when he comes home, Steve’s tucked himself into a corner in his bedroom, making himself small, crying for his nest as his father throws things and yells downstairs. He hears no son of mine and I knew you wouldn’t be any good and what good will it be besides spreading its legs?

It’s the first time he wishes he hadn’t presented as an omega and won’t be the last.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday26 #blanket nest #stranger things #steve harrington #omega!steve harrington #omegaverse #angst #nesting #steve has bad parents #cw: pejorative language

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seonghwasblr-moved · 1 year

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PSA to all of the reaction video watchers! Stop giving @/TeddyGreyOnStuff on youtube a platform!

He refered to XG as a "group of vaginas" and called XG and (G)-idle "tramps" for not catering to a male audience. He is a misogynist, and refers to women as "females" (as seen in the linked twitter video)

Idk what video this is about, as I haven't watched his videos for a loooooong time, but this is not the way to go.

He is a big Stray Kids and ATEEZ fan, and compares other groups to them all the time, and uses them to put down other groups as well.

He also made Hitler jokes

This was his response to the backlash on the XG "reaction"

Don't click on any of his videos, but please go report his youtube channel!

Stop giving this man a platform. If you've only watched his reactions to your favourite boygroups, you probably didn't know about this, so I don't blame you. Now you know, so please stop supporting him. (I haven't watched the XG video, but this is what I saw on twitter!)

Also this post isn't for people to hate on reaction video watchers, skz fans or atz fans

TLDR: this man is a piece of shit

#maja talks #cw misoginy #tw misoginy #tw hitler #cw hitler #it's mentions of him and not actually him but just in case #kpop #let me know if I worded anything weirdly or anything #english isn't my first language and I am quite bad at wording things in these kind of posts #cw misogyny #tw misogyny #idk which spelling is right tbh

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michiruze · 11 months

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Many people have said that the best way to avoid dudebros and incels in fandom is to not interact once they make bigoted jokes, but however, there is an easier, surefire way to detect dudebros and incels, especially anime and manga, without having to interact with them:

Never trust people who are disgusted by Shoujo.

Never trust anyone who expresses disgust towards media catered to women (and marginalized genders), be it Shoujo, Otome games, and more.

It is a misogyny litmus test, but hating Shoujo can reveal a lot about a person, it is most likely a sign of homophobia, queerphobia, transphobia, and bigotry.

Let me explain,

Recently, bigoted dudebros and incels from all over the world has been more millitant on their bigotry online due to.....more media being catered for women. Hiding behind their hentai and fanservice girl profile pictures, they were upset as hell, spitting out angry 'thinkpieces' on 'the double standards feminists has on media with fanservice' --- solely for the fact that there are media where male characters are treated like female characters in media that dudebros enjoy.

You might be asking, "How does hating hetero romance manga mean that someone might be misogynistic, queerphobic, and transphobic? They hate hetero romance, it's nothing weird. A lot of people just can't stand heterosexual stories."

Simple. The answer is that they simply hate women. It's not 'heterophobia', it's misogyny. They hate stuff made for women.

Here's a bitter truth about men who hates Shoujo:

The way dudebros describe male characters in Shoujo and Joseimuke media also veers to homophobia and transphobia, calling them 'gay' or misgendering them, all because of these characters not adhering to their standards of masculinity.

They also carry these views to women (and marginalized genders) who enjoy them with slut-shaming to boot, solely for the fact that they see and treat male characters the same way that dudebros see and treat female characters.

When dudebros sees women and marginalized genders getting attracted to male characters, they see it as a threat, as a reflection on how they would treat real men (ignoring that there are sapphic, ace, and aro shoujo enjoyers!), as if they weren't already treating real women like shit the same way they do it to female characters.

When dudebros hate on 'hetero romance Shoujo', they do not like the fact that what women consider to be 'ideal relationship' is different than their ideal relationship (Dudebros always ignore the fact that Shoujo readers aren't necessarily wanting real relationships to be 'just like in Shoujo', and again, will always ignore the existence of queer Shoujo readers. They assume all Shoujo readers are 'straight women').

They do not like how women are attracted to men who aren't them, they do not like how women who are attracted to men are 'seeking these <insert homophobic slur here> men' who they do not see as 'ideal men'.

"But I don't like Shoujo! I just don't like it, not in the misogynistic way incels do!"

This isn't a call for anyone to 'go like Shoujo now' --- disliking Shoujo is fair, it is not a bad thing to dislike it. You don't have to like it, Shoujo is not for everyone after all. Romance and shipping is not for everyone after all (even though there are Shoujo media with no romance).

Just stay in your lane and stay away from Shoujo-positive spaces, don't be assholes to people who like Shoujo.

But feeling disgust over media made for women (and queer people) and being assholes towards people who enjoy it is not a good behaviour.

At this point and climate, Shoujo hate often means "Women are not allowed to have things made for them, because it will turn them into delusional sluts who will threaten real masculinity. Women will be so poisoned by Shoujo that they will become man-hating sexuality-collecting gender-queers who will not bend to real men."

And it happens all too often. It is no longer cringe culture, but outright hate.

That is why Shoujo hate is gateway to bigotry.

#shoujo hate is gateway to bigotry #cw: slutshaming #being extra spicy tonight #and also about Lynette's character design getting flak from korean incels #because misogyny in anime and manga spaces is hitting all-time high lately #and i went viral on twitter for tweeting this exact post in my native language #people relate to it #and people have been sharing their experiences with bigoted dudebros #and pointing out that ALL of them have a disgust towards shoujo #yes this is also about the discourse surrounding What in Hell Is Bad #i want to know if this is a universal grievance or not #discourse #michiruze.txt

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Have any of the SK boys gotten like "sick" before?

Do the SK boys watch WWE or any violent tv shows?

How often do they fight and/or swear when the SK boys are by themselves in the appartment?

Have the SK boys ever gotten the police called on them before?

Did the SK boys see any of their crimes on the news before?

Are we going to have a QnA with the SK boys?

May i give the SK boys a hug and press sun's buttons to make his rays spin?? Not simpin wise so moon dont have to judge.

Why does moon do all the killing and he stops sun?

Has sun ever sliced a rulebreaker's head off with his rays??

gonna answer these in order-

While they can't actually get sick, if they overexert themselves too much, or fail to keep themselves functioning properly, their systems do start to act up, and they will start showing signs similar to those of "symptoms" of being sick. If that makes any sense. The only way they are at risk of catching "viruses" is if they charge from unsafe sources.

2. They have actually watched slasher films and horror before. They are both pretty much desensitized to it, and will even comment on whether it's realistic or not. Sun will pretend to be scared for the sake of keeping up appearances.

3. The walls of the apartment building are thin, so they'd have to mind their voices. However they can tele-communicate, or talk to each other in their heads. Most fights between them are "harmless" banter. Serious fights are rare. Sun and Moon only swear when in the bunker.

4. No. The most serious reprimand they've ever gotten is from the tenant for a noise complaint when they babysit kids.

5. Yes, every body is reported, either on TV, on the radio or in the paper. They've seen every coverage.

6. Maybe someday, but there's no guarantee. We're still building the story as we go.

7. You can hug, but Sun would rather reserve the button-pressing for the little ones.

8. It's just always how they'd done things. Sort of like a twisted take on "good cop bad cop". Sun is the "good" cop, and Moon is "bad" cop. Sun is sharper with his words, anyway, while Moon uses knives. The reason Moon stops Sun, is entirely for Sun's sake alone. Moon also has better control over his own rage than Sun does.

9. Rays are too dull for a swift and clean decapitation.

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #serial killer sun #serial killer moon #sk boys #sk sun #sk moon #sick #horror movies #no foul language in the daycare #cw knives #cw decapitation #good cop bad cop

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autisticwriterblog · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Odin Anderson & Tor Anderson & "Fat" Bob Balder, Odin Anderson & Tor Anderson, Odin Anderson & "Fat" Bob Balder, Tor Anderson & "Fat" Bob Balder Characters: Odin Anderson, "Fat" Bob Balder, Tor Anderson Additional Tags: Angst, Meltdown, Autistic Odin Anderson, Self-Harm, Sensory Overload, Pre-Canon, Autism, Autism Spectrum, internalized ableism, Ableist Language, Friendship, Brothers, Platonic Relationships, Odin Anderson Needs a Hug, Embarrassment, Period Typical Attitudes, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Protectiveness, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bad Things Happen Bingo, One Shot Series: Part 2 of Bad Things Happen Bingo (Round 2), Part 61 of Into the Remedyverse, Part 507 of Autistic Characters Summary: After pushing himself too hard, Odin suffers from sensory overload on stage, leading to a meltdown.

Written for @badthingshappenbingo. Prompt: Sensory Overload.

My card is under the cut.

#bad things happen bingo #odin anderson #fat bob balder #tor anderson #alan wake #old gods of asgard #autistic odin anderson #autistic headcanon #self harm tw #ableist language cw #my fic

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selectivechaos · 1 year

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cw: slurs ⚠️⚠️⚠️

quit using insecure as an insult.

quit using desperate as an insult.

quit using ‘needs therapy’ as an insult.

quit using psychotic as an insult.

quit using pathetic as an insult.

quit using clingy as an insult.

quit using sociopath as an insult.

quit using narcissist as an insult.

quit using dumb as an insult.

quit using slow as an insult.

quit using autistic as an insult.

quit using psychopath as an insult.

quit using insane as an insult.

“but sometimes they are these things.” an accurate label used as an insult is a mirror shard used as a knife.

you’re hurting real people. people who don’t deserve to believe they’re bad or flawed or wrong.

🌹🌹

#slur mention #tw ableist language #tw ableism #cw slurs #fuck ableists #ableist bullshit #mad punk #oh and i kind of hate use of 'toxic' as an insult. people aren't inherently bad or filled with bad things. then again idk it might be #used for when someone is toxic specifically in relation to you and what you need. so i didn't put it in. but it rubs me up the wrong way

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ravynfyre · 5 months

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Dogs and Politics - a Rant

I genuinely cannot fathom the fact that there are people out there justifying the bullshit that kristi noem pulled.

I live on a farm. I have livestock. I also have EXCEPTIONALLY high drive dogs. Most of my high drive dogs have EXTRAORDINARY prey drive. Those drives are most of WHY I have those specific dogs - either because I looked for those specific traits myself, intending to tap into them to train for emergency services, or because those drives got those dogs into trouble in their previous homes and I was their "last chance".

I have been dealing with, training, and learning FROM, drivey dogs for over 20 years now, as an actual intentional thing... however, looking back on my 49 years of life, it is quite clear that drivey, "unruly", "problem" dogs have always been the kind I gravitated towards. My current sighthounds - half borzoi (russian wolfhound) and half scottish deerhound - are probably the most "mellow" dogs I have ever had.

And even the beerhounds have killed animals on my farm.

My female beerhound snagged a feral kitten once that tried to cruise through my yard. my male beerhound was accidentally left outside for a couple hours in the ass end of a morning once (in a secured yard) and he managed to kill a guinea, a hen, and a rooster, DESPITE being mostly blind. My whole pack got ahold of a feral kitten I was taming once, when I left my farmsitter in charge while I was out of town for a day. I was attached to all of those critters, yes, even the fucking guinea. I was disappointed and upset that they were killed.

I did NOT take those dogs "out to the gravel pit and shoot them in the head".

TWO of my malinois (that have both since passed due to old age) had managed to catch at least one lamb each and had a big ole time. One of those malinois managed to kill *three* lambs in his life, because every time I managed to thwart his ability to reach them one way, he would find another fucking way. Now, my farm is a hobby farm, and my livelihood doesn't depend on my livestock - more like my livelihood is dragged *down* by my livestock, if I was being honest - but I'm not in this shit to kill animals. EVERY animal death on my farm is terrible and tragic and *MY FAULT*.

Not the dogs'. Not the cats'. Not the sheeps'. ...okay, so the year that one horse I had started killing newborn lambs... that was his fault. But know what I didn't do? I didn't take the horse out back and shoot him in the head. I moved him into a pen where he couldn't get to the lambs and then I looked for a new home for him that didn't have lambs. (And no, I have no idea why he started killing them, except that he'd never been on a farm with sheep before, and hey, guess what? That made the issue MY fault, too! I should have been more cautious about assuming that he'd be fine with lambs since he had no issue with sheep. That was MY BAD.)

Every single time a dog managed to capture an animal and kill it, that was on ME for allowing it to happen. For allowing the circumstances that put that animal in the place where it was *able* to be caught. That put that dog in a position where it had access to something that would trigger its instincts to that degree.

My placid, sweet, docile sighthounds? Borzois and Deerhounds are HUNTING DOGS. They are bred to hunt wolves and the european version of our elk. And they are damn good at it.

My malinois? Malinois are herding dogs... the type of herding dog known as a "header" rather than a "heeler", because they use their predatory instincts to intimidate their herds and flocks into moving where they want by giving them a true and real predatory staredown, and when that fails, *biting them in the fucking face*. Or trying to, anyway. Herding dogs are NOT "livestock guardians". They aren't there to *protect* the livestock... (so that whole "sheepdog" movement about worshiping cops and gun nuts "protecting" the populace just makes me fucking laugh, but I digress) they are there because they are, at heart, a *predator* whose instincts have been honed to help us manage and move livestock.

But even my true livestock guardian dogs - all great pyrenees - will only take so much from their livestock before even *they* will attack to protect themselves. I have horses and sheep and cows and geese and chickens all free roaming in the same pastures. The cows, when the most recent pyrs arrived, got snarky and stupid with the pyrs, and tried to intimidate them. The dogs put up with it for a while, until they felt threatened by the charges, and then they chased back. And if the cows hadn't quit their shit, the pyrs would have actually drawn blood, because the dogs know they are there to protect their livestock, but they won't let the livestock kill them to do it. But the cows learned, and now the pyrs only chase predators and "pests". BUT! One of the livestock dogs *does* have a taste for baby chickens. Adult chickens are perfectly safe, but there is just something that is TOO tempting about chicks up to a certain size, and if he has the opportunity, he'll munch one down in about two seconds flat.

My hens have adjusted to guarding their chicks better... because I didn't take that dog out back and shoot him.

COULD I stop him from snacking on baby chicks? Sure. I would literally have to break him to do so. Like, break his spirit until he was a shadow of himself, I mean, and then he would be an absolutely worthless livestock guardian. Just like stopping my sharper malinois from snacking on lambs would literally destroy them, and their ability to train for the kind of independent problem solving I GOT them for. And I am honestly not sure if I could break the sighthounds of their prey drive... it's just too intrinsic to their blood and soul.

HOWEVER! What I *can* do is ensure that none of these dogs are put into a position where they can make that decision in the first place. Every feral cat that shows up on my farm now gets trapped and fixed, so I don't *have* kittens scampering through the secure dog yard anymore. I have organized my fences and pastures better to exclude dogs from the pasture unless I allow them in... and my current malinois problem child, even though I *think* she just wants the chase rather than the kill, I have a set routine that ensures that she never has the freedom to even *attempt* to access the pasture where the sheep are. Inevitably, that will not be foolproof, and I do expect that someday, she'll figure out a way, or I will literally fuck up, and she'll get out there, or one of them into the yard, and she'll get herself her first lamb.

And I won't take her out back to shoot her for it, either. Because she's a dog. She's a dog who has all the instincts that I PICKED her to have, which means she is NOT livestock safe, and so it is incumbent upon ME to ensure everyone's safety. Because yes, I am training her... but there really *are* limits to the amount of instinct resistance one can impose on a dog, when you deal with the level of dogs I do.

And when the accident happens, I'm *still* not going to kill that dog. I'm probably not even going to rehome it, which would have been the CORRECT fucking response to a dog killing your chickens or your neighbor's goat (rehoming). I'm most likely going to examine exactly how *I* fucked up to allow the accident to even occur, and try to figure out how to keep that from ever happening again. Because that is the CORRECT response, and not to sociopathic one.

And before anyone comes for me with the, "but not every dog can be saved", yeah, I fucking know. I took in two dogs once, and tried my hardest to rehab them. One had attacked a child, one had attacked a horse. The child... The story I was told was that it was provoked, and I believed that. The horse? I saw that one happen, and it was a case of excessive prey drive and an unstable dog - a bad situation that was HUMAN CAUSED. I took both dogs in to try and save their lives, because both owners *wanted* to "shoot" their dogs right then and there...

And I failed. I spent a year each working on those dogs, and I couldn't fix them enough that they would ever be safe, except for one of them in a very specific situation that 1) I couldn't find, and 2) couldn't guarantee would not change. They were two of the only dogs in my life that I was ever actually afraid around. And I couldn't fix them. I could not make them "safe enough" to go to new homes. Their quality of life sucked, and it wasn't fair to them. Hate me if you want, but, yes. I had them put down - safely, quietly, and *humanely* at a vet's office after an evaluation, where the vets agreed with my opinion. What I did not do was take them out back immediately and shoot them. I gave them a chance, tried to fix their training, and gave them time and security. So no, not all dogs *can* be saved, but all dogs deserve the CHANCE to be saved.

A 14 month old hunting dog deserved better than to be shot in the fucking head in the back woods because he killed some chickens. That bullshit didn't make Noem a "country girl", or some sort of rural badass, or "pragmatic"... it made her a fucking sociopath.

And anyone who agrees that she "did the right thing"? Can suck my fat fucking ass. I'll stake out an acre for you, you fucking sociopath.

#tw animal death #cw animal death #kristi noem #lots of cussing #bad language #animal death

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