#somebody write a proper post about this please

[yuck-pfaugh]

Camilla said, She turned you down. [...] I said to Camilla, Yes; and it was the best and kindest, most honourable thing Marta could have done for me. She didn't have to tell me in so many words what we both knew, that the relationship between cavalier and necromancer could so easily curdle into codependency ... a loss of self on both sides. An obsessive fusion of halves, not two complementary forces. [...] Camilla said, Captain Deuteros, why are you telling me this? I said, I wanted to let you know how lucky I was. She and I could have made that mistake together. It was such a near miss. I wouldn't hold it against anyone else, except that I would want them to know that such a thing is never determined, never inevitable, like all the things I told myself that night. If it had happened it would have been wrong and it would have hurt both of us. Camilla said, I can't comment.

— As Yet Unsent

"I am not saying this was our inevitable end ... I am saying we have found the best and truest and kindest thing we can do in this moment. Tell me no, and we'll go on as we have been ... and we'll go on unafraid ... but say yes, and we will make this end, and this beginning, together." Camilla shivered all over. Then she was at rest; she relaxed her head—the lines of her neck drooped like a flower—she raised it again. "Palamedes, yes," she said. "My whole life, yes. Yes, forever, yes. Life is too short and love is too long." He demanded: "Tell me how to do it, and I'll do it." Camilla said, "Go loud."

— Nona the Ninth

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp is shafted by the fandom bc of racism mostly unfortunately but also I've heard a lot of people tend to not like Usopp because of how pre timeskip he's so cowardly or whatever which really throws me through a loop and floors me personally because besides the fact that he's my besutiful funny little guy for that, I also think Usopp isn't really that cowardly at all--I think he's brave. For the same reason why Nami is brave and why they both help eachother. They don't have superpowers or freak bones built into them, they are realists and grounded in the fact they know exactly what they're up against and they're just normal ppl against gods and bloodthirsty weirdos. And yet they both overcome that fear of...Dying and stand with their crew anyway. They are so brave and strong to me. Usopp is amazing and the reasons people have for not loving him to pieces are ones I always find quite shocking.

I agree wholeheartedly!! Tbh I've always thought Usopp was underrated mainly because of racism but being white I don't think I can make a proper analysis about the racism within the fandom because I don't get it first-hand. But I would love somebody to write it because I genuinely think it's very off-putting how the fandom treats him and I'd love to read it. So, if anybody knows/writes a post like that please send it to me!!

And yeah, most of the people I've known who dislike Usopp always use the "he's a coward" excuse when he's genuinely one of the bravest characters. Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji can rely on their abilities while Usopp is just- He's not built different like them. He's no swordsman. He can't ignite fire from his leg. His body isn't rubber. The monster trio is called the monster trio for a reason, lmao, and they're also pretty much normatively pretty and just guys. Like average guys. Don't get me wrong, I love the three of them, but they're extremely sexualized for a reason and it's because they're sooooo made for the male/shonen-gaze. And I actually love the Monster Trio because even if they're like that, they have amazing backstories and their personalities are extremely complex, even more if you compare them to an average shonen protagonist. But, you know, after all, they're still normative af. They're made for men to want to be like them and women to love them, so a straight white cis guy from the general audience will see them, and ofc he will resonate more with them than with Usopp (when actually the Monster Trio is also for the queers and their stories are wayyyy better than what the general audience ends up seeing, but the mischaracterization of these three is for another post, ig).

On the other hand, Usopp is not like that. He isn't normative. First of all, he's black (forever mad at the whitewashing the own show did to him) so of course racism plays a big role here. But also he's scared most of the time because he's not built like the monster trio. He's scared of dying and scared of being left out and a burden. He wants to be stronger and turn into the adventurer he dreams of being. Despite not having any talent (or not seeing his own talents), he still tries to train harder and harder every day to overcome that fear. Even when he's scared, he'll help his friends and his captain even if that means dying. And people still call him a coward because they can't fucking read properly and they just see the first layer of his personality. I honestly think people don't like him because they hate having to think and having to analyze a character that has more complexity than just fighting and being hot (two things that he also does very well, thank you very much). Usopp is brave and complex and he's so so so funny and enjoyable to watch. He's a relatable character for a lot of people and he has one of the most emotional moments in the whole show. Maybe the people who don't like him suddenly skipped Water 7 because otherwise I don't fucking get it. One of the things I love the most about him is that his dream is something he has to achieve by himself. A thing he has to do by himself and for himself. Believing in himself. Unlike the other dreams of the crew, because most of them are tangible. I know his character is often played for laughs but damn, his emotional moments hit hard and they always break me. I've always loved him and I always will and I will forever fight Usopp haters because I just don't get them.

People hate seeing complex characters because then they have to think instead of just staring at men titties <3

[blood-red-ocean]

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[cat3ch1sm]

🌲| okay im writing this based on some nsfw headcanons i saw on the jjk men trying to get your attention. however i CANT FIND THE AUTHOR stg the post disappeared into thin air so if you guys know who the author is pls tag them so i can give proper credit💔💔💔 enjoy reading this <333 i hope it isn't bad bc ive never written smut for gojo before😅😅😅

🌿| here are the fandoms and characters for which i write for!! also, the book the reader is reading here is titled "the beginning of everything!" it is a great read in my opinion, so i recommend it :3

🍃| also do you guys prefer "Y/N" or "[Name]?" y/n generally is a bitch in most stories, and ngl im not a fan of her myself, so i was wondering which you guys would rather me use:)) i would really appreciate your feedback so please let me know!!!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ nsfw content ahead!! oral sex, fem!reader, degradation probably, language, gojo might be a little mean

gojo x reader smut- gojo tries to get your attention

You hadn't been so immersed in a book since you were still a child- you had been sitting on your couch for hours that only felt like minutes, taking in every word of the story. The fatalistic protagonist, Ezra Miller, never failed to interest you with his beliefs about tragedy following the fall of his former glory. His love interest, the fascinating but elusive Cassidy Thorpe, was constantly arousing questions in your mind that had you turning page after page. The other characters as well piqued your interest, and you found yourself wondering about them as well. So far, it was a wildly entertaining read, and you didn't really want the book to end.

So when your boyfriend Gojo Satoru, standing a distance away at the kitchen table, called your name, you didn't even hear him.

"Y/N."

"Y/N."

"Y/N!"

Finally, Gojo's voice cut through your thoughts, making you look up in surprise. Confused and just a little agitated, you gave him an aggravated "What is it" look, eager to return to your story.

"Damn. Anyone in there?" Gojo queried sarcastically, making a knocking motion in the air with his hand, his other arm propping his body up on the counter. "I had to call you three times to even get you to look at me."

"Yes, I'm aware. Do you need something?" you asked, tapping your foot impatiently and sneaking glances down at the pages.

Gojo pursed his lips and shrugged coolly, his piercing blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Nope- just wanted to bother you." He flashed a wide, goading grin in your direction, at which you simply rolled your eyes and angled your head lower to keep your distracting boyfriend out of your line of vision.

With a quiet sigh, you resumed reading your book, picking up right where you'd left off. You were closer to finishing the book than starting it, and you suspected a major twist would be revealing itself quite soon. Still, it was fun to speculate, and look for clues throughout the entire story.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Gojo began to act out again.

"Y/N."

No response.

"Y/N."

Louder this time. Still silence.

"Y/N."

Still nothing.

"Y/N!"

Now you were really annoyed, slamming your open palms down on the splayed-out book pages. "Gojo, what?" you demanded, your glare beseeching.

Gojo seemed unfazed by your outburst, simply tossing his hands into the air in surrender. "You wanna go irritate Nanami with me? I feel like I've been cutting him too much slack."

"I would think you'd be exhausted irritating people, seeing as you have already successfully aggravated me." You turned your head to the ceiling, blowing out air in exasperation. "Congrats. Now please don't call me name unless you or somebody else is dying. Thank you." With a bitter smile, you promptly put the book in front of your face, obscuring everything behind it, including Gojo. You knew you were being sort of bitchy, but you hadn't had a moment of real peace in a while and wanted to make the most of this.

You tried to keep enjoying your book, holding it in front of your face firmly, but now you found yourself just waiting for Gojo to interrupt you again. But you couldn't let him know that, obviously, so you didn't budge, practically glaring at the words on the pages.

But suddenly, the words were gone- as were the pages. As a matter of fact, the whole book had vanished from your hands! Blinking in confusion, you turned left and right to scan the couch cushions before facing forward again to see a pair of long legs right in front of you.

Your eyes widened, and with a groan, your gaze wandered upward until it met the face of the smirking Gojo, one hand in his black jean pocket while the other dangled your book in the air between his index finger and thumb. His arm was stretched far above his head in order to prevent you from reaching it, and his teasing grin from earlier was about a hundred times wider.

"Got your book," Gojo announced tauntingly, leaning over your stiff figure on the sofa. He swung the book back and forth a few times before stopping to eye the cover dubiously. "The Beginning of Everything? Looks cheesy." Dismissively, Gojo tossed the novel over his shoulder, it landing on a coffee table a few feet behind him.

The book hit the wood with a hollow thud, and you snapped your head up to Gojo. "Are you serious? You can't possibly be this immature." Incensed, you stood up abruptly to go retrieve your book- now you'd have to find the page you'd left off of. But the second you got to your feet, you were lightly pushed back down by a pale hand to your chest.

Gojo chuckled self-assuredly, giving you a mockingly piteous look. "Now you have no choice but to pay attention to me."

You scoffed up at him, folding your arms stubbornly across your chest. "As if. Just because you've stolen my book doesn't mean I'm incapable of ignoring you." To make your point, you crossed one leg over the other defiantly and made a show of examining your nails, keeping your eyes averted from the man towering over you.

"Oh?" You could hear the teasing lilt in his voice, meaning he'd decided to treat this as if it was a challenge. You didn't reply, eyes narrowing. Gojo let out a short laugh before bending over so his face was in front of yours, both hands in his pockets. His eyes boring into you were almost impossible to ignore, but you managed, abandoning your nails to twirl a strand of hair around your finger.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to accept." You could feel Gojo's breath on your face, his voice low, and you stifled a strangled sound in your throat as he lowered his body to the ground, settling on his knees. Gently, he placed a hand on each one of your legs to pull them apart; he managed to do so despite your half-hearted resistance.

"Shame you decided to wear this cute little skirt today," Gojo cooed, sliding a hand up your thigh to hook a finger around the waistline of your panties; you couldn't hold back a tiny gasp. Eyes filled with lust, Gojo simply pulled your underwear down your legs and let it fall around your ankles. Before you knew it, both his hands were wrapped tightly around your upper thighs and he was kissing your exposed crotch, his wet lips sending ripples through your stomach. The end of his nose was concealed beneath your skirt, brushing against your slit as his kisses gradually moved upward until he had reached your folds, where he began to plant open-mouthed kisses on your clit.

You were barely able to choke back a whimper before it escaped your throat, throwing your head back to face the ceiling. Your thighs writhed uselessly- Gojo's grip was like steel. Knowing he was already close to breaking your resolve, his arctic eyes lifted towards you, flashing tauntingly. His tongue darted out from in between his lips and slowly licked you up and down before picking up the pace and flicking it rapidly over your clit.

Now you had no choice but to react. A soft moan left your lips, then another, and you could feel Gojo smile against your thigh. Wanting more friction, you started to gently rock your hips into Gojo's tongue, your breaths gradually becoming more ragged.

"Mm, shit, Gojo..." you whimpered under your breath, one of your hands traveling down to bury itself within your boyfriend's white hair, keeping him pressed against your sex. You could feel his warm breath on your inner thighs, sending a shiver up your spine. Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue painted wet circles around your clit, and when he closed his lips around it and began to suck softly, your grip in his hair tightened. "Oh- oh, fuck, Gojo-" Your eyes dropped to look down at him longingly, moving your hips gingerly up and down with your bottom lip in between your teeth.

"So you finally wanna look at me, pretty?" Gojo questioned, his gaze more piercing than ever. "Now that my mouth is in between your legs? Is that what I have to do to make you pay attention to me?" He paused upon hearing your whimpers, smirking at the pitiful sound and letting his tongue fall from his mouth briefly to taste you as you desperately rutted against him.

"You know, I should stop," Gojo mused, withdrawing his tongue and using two fingers to gently rub your aching clit. Feigning hurt, he dropped his eyes and wistfully stared at your dripping entrance, leaking all over the couch. "I really didn't like the way you snapped at me earlier..."

"I'm- I'm sorry, Gojo, I was just in a bad mood. Don't stop, please," you whimpered, thighs trembling. Gojo glanced up at you, sticking out his lower lip in a mocking pout.

"But do you mean it, Y/N?" Abruptly, he speared two fingers into you, pumping them back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. A broken groan forced its way from your lips, your hips pushing into Gojo's fingers. "Or are you saying that 'cause you want me to make you cum all over your fucking skirt like a pathetic whore?"

Breathless, you gasped, "No, I'm- ah, I mean it- please. Gojo, I'm sorry."

Gojo bunched his lips together, pretending to think. "Well- since you asked so politely." He leaned back in, squeezing one of your thighs, and began to lick your soaking slit up and down, paying extra attention to your clit. At the same time, his fingers took on a vigorous pace, and you let out a cry as you felt your orgasm begin to build in your stomach.

"Gonna cum for me now, baby? Didn't take much for your bad mood to go away, huh?" Gojo crooned, only gripping your thigh harder as he reduced you to a moaning mess, chest heaving.

It wasn't long after that that you met your release, throwing your head back and gripping the fabric of the couch cushions so roughly it was a surprise they didn't tear. Cum gushed from your hole, coating Gojo's fingers and spilling onto the bottom of your skirt, the sight of which made Gojo smile as he replaced his fingers with his tongue to eagerly lap up your fluids.

Gojo didn't let anything else go to waste on the couch, swallowing everything you gave him without hesistation. By the time you were done, his lips were shiny, and your thighs were sticky and still trembling as you tried to catch your breath.

Gojo only scoffed in amusement st your disheveled state, simply getting to his feet again and gazing down at you with a cocky smile on his lips.

"Don't ignore me again," Gojo advised nonchalantly, lifting two fingers to his mouth to casually suck the remnants of your orgasm off of his hand. "You know where to find the towels." Slipping his hands back into his pockets, Gojo strolled out of the room, leaving you half-naked and staring at the book still resting on the coffee table.

🍵| now that i have finished I would like to say that this is trash. fuck.

[strykingback]

Hey, I just wanted to offer some encouragement to you because I know you’re having a hard time.

I’ve had someone on one of my fanfics tell me the same thing that you were told according to one of your posts. Telling somebody to do something like that is horrible, and you don’t deserve to be told anything of the sort.

You are valued, and your presence is valid. If the person who told you such a thing can’t see that, they clearly have serious issues to work through.

You are important, and you are enough.

brief tw for ableist language (Note- It was not said by me. It was someone else who said it)

And he was right........I barely can write shit. Not to mention I was getting fucked up by this guy... and I couldnt even reply to it until I deleted the whole damn story because I planned on replying to it but I fucking couldn't because I knew full well he was going to bite back ten times as harder than I could. I just ended up giving him that satisfaction. Like he even said that all my characters were shitty what does that say about my blog... they're all OC's and everytime I introduce one and try to get something going they get ignored. I just want to hang up the coat right then and there cause the RWBY RP community is dead to shit..

Oh speaking of the RWBY fandom who is well known for being the most toxic fandom ever in this goddamn world. A hardcore fan even said it best to me themselves: "I'm nothing more but a retard that doesn't know writing when I see it on the wall." like do you know how fucking deep that stings hearing that word being thrown at me.. after being called that in Elementary school for just being weird.... and having a Spec. Ed class....made me feel even more alienated to that word..... now to see that word again used on me in a malicious manner... oh how I wish I had just went off on them right then and there, but I'm too nice.

Ah thats another fact about me. Being too nice because in the end I get easily manipulated. Thats how I manipulated by people like Rebornica/Mx.Bones. I was such a huge fan of their art until my ass had to fall deep in that hole and be used as an attack dog all because of my kindness. Maybe thats why I'm so scared of actually speaking too much in a discord server or creating deep bonds with people, cause they can take advantage of my kindness right then and there and use me for their own malicious needs as without proper judgement such as hearing both sides of the story for me to try and find a way for both parties to be at peace with each other.

Then theres the fact that even though I try to be that one person to try and calm an argument down its how I get fucked right after. And boy howdy it happened to me and I lost a a very very great roleplaying friend but a very firm friend who could create a story better than I could. Even when I try to replicate it as best as I can it just explodes in my face. Remember that RP PSA post I made... yeah. while it was not related to the situation I talked about it happened last year in Summer and just the fact I could get singled-out amongst everyone else over shit that is beyond my control.

I just want to go back to being a kid when I was more happier... always having a smile on my face. Filled with imagination, always excited when Toonami turned on for the 2005 Summer. Miguzi showing Code Lyoko. My friends from Elementary School hanging out with me before I moved away....

If I could say one thing to my younger self is that: "Please be good and strong before this world breaks you down."

[gossipgirloff1]

Everyone is obsessed with the idea that Kelly has access to maxs account but don’t you think she might unfollow all those naked girls accounts if she did 😂

Also of course she has nannie’s every rich person on the planet has a nanny, what exactly is she going to do when she’s on a photoshoot or at one of the races leave the kid by herself, it’s really not uncommon to have a nanny in that world.

To the other point again of course her posts with max or with max and p get more likes is that really surprising? She gets called an attention seeker for posting max when another anon just came on here and said about kika we don’t care about you just show Pierre, so you literally can’t win either way

I don’t know her as a person maybe she’s awful or maybe she’s lovely but it’s so weird how anons come on and act like they know everything about a person or a situation that they’ve never even come close to meeting.

//

Hi the original anon here that you are referencing to!

The thing is she had access to his account. Max confirmed that. Sophie confirmed that. When max and Kelly got together and confirmed their relationship Kelly was being harassed a lot (I am not condoning what happened to her and it is absolutely correct of her to report and block those pages) but Kelly went on a blocking spree on maxs account as well. She blocked fan pages of his with his account that had nothing to do with the bullying. People went so far and texted Sophie to figure out why they were blocked and she said to text Kelly for that. They texted Kelly and ta da ✨ got unblocked.

And max said it in an interview recently that Kelly has access. But please if she would unfollow those accounts now people would know she was the one to do it and comment on her page about that. That’s attention she doesn’t want.

And the nanny thing. It’s not a problem for me that she has nannies. That’s NOT my issue. My issue is she is denying that she has them. She denies it every time. She does for years. And they take them on holiday too. There are photographs. A lot of them. My issue is her LYING ABOUT IT!

That’s why people keep mention and asking where p is because if Kelly is gone, daniil is gone, max is gone and none of their families is provenly in Monaco, who is watching her? A four year old all alone in an apartment without proper toddler proof?

Kelly wants to look like the huge influencer that needs no man or name or being the [blank] of somebody. Kelly is not. She pays gossip magazines to write articles about her and they keep calling her “the Brazilian super model” sorry? If I hear Brazilian super model I think of Gisele Bündchen or adriana Lima. Not Kelly piquet. Show me where she walks runways recently? Do people know her for herself? Absolutely not. And all the articles she has written mention her in the title and maybe 3 sentences. Then it is about the MEN in her life.

Everything I mention is provable. And again my problem is with her lying and her hypocrisy. Oh and her being a racist.

You are so right anon ❤️

But i want to say something i think Max’s social media accounts are run by his pr team and i don’t think pr teams risk allowing Kelly to block these people because it gives Max a bad look

Do we have any solid proof about the blocking situation ?

[thrandilf]

I gotta get this outta my system in full or I Will explode so

Re RP and accessibility

It is 2023 and so it’s hard to. Feel like this is necessarily new info but I want to explain to people what makes Artsy text inaccessible and why people who need accessibility feel so rejected/angry about this

Any deviation from plain text is going to make things more difficult to read for somebody out there. Full stop. I had a friend without any kind of disability tell me they couldn’t read the UK edition of LotR because it doesn’t always use full quote marks and it’s jarring. Like if that is enough to make something not readable to someone please imagine paragraphs of prose written with some number of variations such as

Small text

Excessive bold/italics for aesthetic rather than actual emphasis

Sometimes even purposeful emphasis italics and bold are overdone so much that things are hard to read. If it looks like a typical American comic book with half of the words being bolded, it’s hard to process.

Extra spaces between words (especially a thing for screen readers)

Punctuation that’s extra big or small or otherwise nonstandard so it’s difficult to see or draws the eyes to it so much that it acts as a speed bump

Along the same lines, symbols embedded in text.

Bolding all dialogue. Granted- this might make things more accessible to some people and everyone is different, I admit some people might need this.

Differing text sizes within the same post

Writing in no caps is one that personally makes my head ache when it’s paragraphs of prose not because I am a stickler for “proper” English but it’s again hard to process

I’ve never seen someone RP in all caps but as above it would be hard to read if they did. Some fancy fonts do look like all caps

Icons (previously especially on mobile but now it isn’t so bad) are visual speed bumps and while I care more about the text itself and the content they can add to legibility problems/visual noise

More so on Twitter, but use of lots of different fonts even in the same sentence is probably the most difficult to read for anyone

I do not know if there’s more but generally some combination of these makes text inaccessible. It could be physical limitations like vision disabilities, being prone to eye strain, migraines (I personally can get migraines from reading a lot on screens and a lot of small text and the like can trigger them), or other conditions like dyslexia or ADHD/autism from my understanding, or anything else that may interfere with text comprehension

There’s a cultural expectation in some RP circles that people have to decorate their text to be taken seriously. So I get why even well meaning people who do care about accessibility may feel pressured into making things less accessible, or some people may not know

Said expectation, which is frankly pretentious and takes away from the actual content of posts, makes it actively harder for anyone who needs any kind of accommodation to participate in said social activity

It’s also unfair to everyone. Your writing, your content, your characterization should be celebrated and engaged with. I don’t want anyone to feel like your posts must be a certain aesthetic or else it’s not worth reading. That’s a toxic af norm

I want to emphasize that I understand some people are perfectly capable of reading small text and extra bold and fancy fonts and do not see how it’s an issue. I understand that creating said barriers to others may be inadvertent. But if someone says hey x is not legible to them, it is not legible. It’s not really up for debate.

A lot of times it feels like people who express that things are not accessible get debated with or told it isn’t that bad or whatever else to make said person feel like they are actually the problem for trying to raise a concern/be honest that hey. I Cannot read this. Like no lie/exaggeration. If someone says “I just can’t read/process xyz easily or in some cases at all” believe them.

It is not meant to be a culture war or to be shaming self expression or whatever else it comes across as, but when people get overly defensive about aesthetics over accessibility, it turns into something ugly. Which then makes said people who want readable text from their community in a social activity feel unwelcome and then people who do a lot of formatting feel attacked

I just want to clarify though my stance here is strong

It’s not about taste

It’s not about preference

It’s not meant to be a dunk on people’s artistic sides

It’s not pleasant to bring up to anyone

It’s not fun to feel like you’re about to ruin a relationship when you try to tell someone that you want to read their work and either can’t or it’s difficult and you’re used to getting hostility over it

I like bullet journaling. I like typography. I get why making text pretty is appealing. There’s a lot of room for visually stimulating text in hobbies

But when the rp community at large puts aesthetics over other people, and it’s normalized to not care about being accessible, it feels like a massive Fuck You.

It might not be on purpose. Like I sound mad but I get it maybe it isn’t on purpose

But this post is here to say that this is what it comes across as. And it’s hurtful and frustrating and people have left RP over it. It’s frustrating to feel like your ability to do a thing with people if they would just do something that in fact takes less effort on their part to do fo post things clearly rather than to put speed bumps in it is somehow not worth it

And ideally, rather than try and accommodate on a case by case basis remembering who can’t read small text or who can’t process lots of bold or whatever, the norm would change to be accessible from the start. And it feels like there’s just a lot of resistance to that ever happening

[nonuggetshere]

will TTH be made into like a proper fic or just stay as Tumblr posts

PLEASE, I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY PROJECTS AND COMMISSIONS AND SHIT GOING ON

So me writing it? Probably unlikely. If anything Ever appears about it from me it's gonna be a one-shot.

However, somebody else is free to write it if you want to, if you give me proper credit 👍

[prpfs]

🫶🌸🫶 heads up: request for hardcore dead dove in this one! trans f (she/her) and 20+ here also looking for other adult writers! mid to late 20s preferred, but as long as you're 18+ i'm willing to write!

this is probably super niche, but i'm trying to find something from the old proship-prompts blog before it got deleted. while i can't get the whole thing, what i can recover from it is: "Prompt: Write about a young girl whose father believes he is raping her almost every night, but she actually loves it and her favorite part is his extreme guilt, self-loathing, crying, and apologizing..."

i am looking for somebody willing to write against this prompt in one of the two scenarios where i write the girl:

1.) it is in the scenario as described, with a very young girl that despite it all has developed a taste for the pain and suffering of others and willingly (although her father doesn't realize it) simply to watch him keep squirming around and relishing in his self loathing of her father

or

2.) a scenario where it's years later and the father committed suicide, the girl is about 14-15 and misses seeing people suffer this way and has tried to trap another adult into this to watch them suffer, ends up catching the attention of a serial killer or something though and thus begins an incredibly unholy matrimony

m/f necessary in the first scenario, but i would be willing to try f/f for the second although i would prefer m/f! while my writing style is casual here i do appreciate and use proper punctuation ic and would prefer the same. i'm not the fastest replier in the world, so i'd really appreciate patient partners!

given the nature of this prompt, i am not comfortable with irl fcs in any capacity. if we use fcs please understand i'd only like to use anime/manga fcs, or forego fcs altogether.

if you're interested, please like this post and keep your instant messages open! a mostly blank sideblog with an anime pfp will DM you afterwards!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[purple-corpsez]

Master Post and Intro

Hello and welcome to my tumblr! I post a lot of Fnaf Fanart and overall shit posts, so if that’s your type of comedy then welcome!

I will often discuss Fnaf opinions, new/old games, hc’s, and writing snippets/oneshots.

My name is Michael but you can refer to me as Mike or Mikey, or my username (I don’t really gaf)

I use He/Him pronouns but I don’t mind They/Them.

I post a LOT about Michael Afton (yeah, I’m so original- Stole the name from an 8bit character) and overall opinions on fnaf, if that’s your cup of tea then hello!

Ask Policy.

I love answering questions, or just general stuff about cosplaying, artwork, hc’s, and so on.

Please be respectful though, I will not answer NSFW questions, nor will I answer anything too personal (Home life, where I live, etc.)

Tumblr Links.

Insta- I know, it sucks.

Ao3 - Just a bunch of gays, and a fanfic I seriously need to write for more…

I would link my cosplay account but, I don’t trust y’all not to abuse that power.

General Rules

Please know that this blog is not spoiler-free. I do my best to tag spoilers, however. Always feel free to follow/unfollow as you see fit. I will not tag thinfs as spoilers if they are not a new game, such as; Security Breach and everything before.

I will block people if I feel it’s deserved, I reserve the right to feel comfortable on MY platform. Anything sexual, or borderline harassment, will be blocked. Bigotry, transphobia, homophobia, racism, and so on will be blocked. I won’t bother my own life to deal with your hatefulness.

If you’re using my art for an edit or pfp, please credit me, I work very hard and put a lot of my free time into my artwork. I love that people like it enough to put it as a pfp, but it hurts not to be recognized for my effort.

Do not repost my artwork, I am uncomfortable with other people getting likes and views for something they did not earn nor do they deserve.

I do not take commissions, I may draw a funny idea that somebody asks for but I do not do commissions…1- because I’m a lazy ass who doesn’t have a proper bank account, and 2- I hate the pressure it puts on me.

Proshippers are blocked and nerfed on spot, absolutely disgusting you are.

[colecassiidy]

Laws

I. please dni if you, the mun, are younger than 21+ years old. by interacting with me on this blog, you are telling me that you are a legal adult and therefore i will be treating you as such.

II. This blog runs off a ghost queue of ~1/day. My RP Prompts/Memes are always open! and I have a wishlist here!

III.  i will write with duplicates, ocs, and x-overs! i treat every plot and muse as their own separate verses, unless discussed otherwise (that is to say, i do not have over-arching plot/narrative on this blog and i do not practice mains and affiliations). because of this, i would very much prefer plotting over memes. even with canon ovw characters, lore is very vague and wishy-washy and there’s much room for interpretation and differences. come to me info-dumping me about your character and i will try and find a way where i can fit :p If I have followed your blog and have not yet reached out to plot, i either immensely enjoy your writing or i have yet to formulate a proper way to reach out; the latter of which can take a bit of time, so i will appreciate any and all patience :pray:

III - A. if there is no biography on your blog in regards to your muse, i may not follow back.

III - B. While I am duplicate friendly, I would politely request that if you ship your muse with a duplicate cowboy that we do some plotting before hand. My personal joy is finding threads/directions that have not yet been taken and exploring them to diversify the experience, which includes exploring other verses if need be.

IV.  this blog will contain graphic depictions of violence, drinking, and smoking – due to my realizing it too late, there are threads and images that are not tagged for blood. if these are things that discomfort you, i would highly recommend not following this blog :(

V. you can call me tek, i am 25+, i am here to be a complete and utter clown. i’m sorely lacking in graphics and icons but please do not let this stop you if this is something you utilize!  i also use the beta editor and, due to simple preference, will be avoiding writing with blogs that use the legacy formatting in long term threading. i write a lot on the phone and the legacy format is incredibly unfriendly towards post snipping; in the best interest of creating an ease for myself, i am going to begin enforcing this rule. 

VI. i do not intend on writing smut. please respect this, thank you! as somebody who has always had aroace tastes in fiction, i am more obsessed with friendships and complicated relationships as opposed to exclusively romantic/sexual ones; i find it incredibly difficult to insta-ship and trying to develop dynamics that are based off of flirting alone (platonic flirting is easier for me to do and something i will write him doing; if your character is not sexually attracted to him and if i do write a line towards your muse in this nature, please do not feel as if i am forcing a ship on you; i am very content and happy with my platonic relationships!). i do think cole has a healthy libido and can be quite a bit of a charmer when he wants, but it’s really just a writer problem on my end. 

VII. depending on the timeline, my writing will address cole as jesse mccree or cole cassidy following the name that he was using at the time. for simplicity’s sake, he will simply go as cole cassidy for any interactions outside of overwatch. because of the sensitivity of this topic, i will generally not follow overwatch blogs first. i’m adaptable upon request otherwise. if you have explicitly stated that you do not want to follow or write with blogs using that name (and all the power to you, there is no bad blood), i will hardblock in order to avoid future confusion and stepping any toes.

VIII. i’ve been a para roleplayer - (with a past avg of ~200 words - key words being past tense lol - i genuinely don’t think i can consistently do 200 these days); i would rather avoid novella, semi-lit, and literate threads as my energy levels are just absolute dog. my lengths can greatly vary to what the thread calls for, and thus i’ll be just as flexible with you. just, y'know, as long as we aren’t sending one-liners to para’s. chat rps + crack are always fun, and i’ll gladly participate!

IX. i respond to whatever i see that has been responded to (this includes ask answers - my default is to usually make threads out of them since i grew up with those acting as starters back in the day lkjsldfa; feel free to inform me if that is something you would prefer me not to do if it is not spoken in in your rules!) if you would like to drop a thread by simply not answering to it, i have no issue of this!

X. i’m slow, i’m so so slow, and i’m sorry - i have 2 jobs :’) my dashboard can also be quite quick at times and i will miss a good number of my mutuals that are located in different time zones and won't see posts until weeks later by chance of them coming up in my for-you.

XI. i want to make a disclaimer that i do block liberally. i've had to block blogs due to my for-you being flooded with blogs i'm not mutuals with and that it'll be so consistent they are all i see until i press the block button aslkdjfsl. It is not personal,

[taylorgraymoore]

December 5, 2023

Below is one more day from my online diary thingy, which I'm posting more regularly on my website (www.taylorgraymoore.com). If you like it, please take a look :D

I'm going to take a break from chronicling Montreal for now and try to catch up to the present, which is getting forgotten. And that forgets the whole point of the project. I need to wait to talk to someone about the next bit, anyway, and have time to chew on it. So, a break.

Anyway, here you go:

Today has been an eventful day, easily the most eventful of the trip so far: it’s nearly 4AM on the 6th now, and the day hasn’t ended. I just got back. I am well and drunk, and it’s far too late to write about any of this. Let me try again tomorrow, or later. Perhaps on the plane. I don’t know when the next time will be: this end of the trip is so compressed, and there is so much happening that these last days, as I look back at them (I’m back in Vancouver now, I couldn’t even finish this on the plane), and it feels like it should have been most of the trip. It was not—it was only the last 50 some-odd hours of a week long visit.

…

Almost everything after this point, this day and the next one at least, I finished after the fact. It got that busy. … So, the texture of the narrative will therefore be somewhat different—I don’t know how, but if I’m writing most of it in Vancouver who knows how long later, that will probably happen. It’s a memoir now, not a diary. Although I’ll still try to pretend—

Today is the day I promised to visit Tom in Lachine. Lachine is far—still technically Montreal proper, although this is only recently the case, but so far west it’s almost the airport, and, apart from passing through making my way to a plane, I have never been there. So I had to look up how to get there, and what time I had to leave if I wanted to get there, hang out a bit, and then get back out with reasonable time left in the evening. I have plans to get out to Verdun in the evening, you see—there’s somebody I want to see.

.I check this. I’ve checked it before, but I want to check again to be sure, and be more exact about it. Seems I’ll have to leave the apartment by 10:45—the earliest I’ve left to go anywhere so far—walk to the metro, get off at Lionel-Groulx and change to a bus. Not so complicated. But it’s a long trip, about an hour, and I always dislike unknown transfers, especially when the bus only comes every half an hour.

(It’s Friday, December 15th right now—the fourth day of waking up at 5am, and I’ve been editing this stuff at about 5pm every day this week, after coming home from the early shift I’ve been waking up at 5 for and settling in. It’s starting to get hard to do this, just from accumulated fatigue. And the texture of these texts is starting to turn into something more uncertain, less spontaneous. I’m less sure if I like it any more; I’m not sure if it’s still—and I HATE using this word but it’s the only one I know that gets the idea across—authentic to what it was meant to be. It’s starting to feel too much like fiction. I’m starting to worry too much about the plot, about scenes, about what I want to convey, and I’m going back and editing too much. I’m going to try to quit that a bit.)

I hadn’t seen Tom in… when was the last time I saw Tom? I don’t even remember. We weren’t so close, but I liked him. I was not always nice enough to him. It would be good to see him again. I had promised to see him before I knew he lived way out in Lachine, but that was fine—I like a good, long journey into the unknown. Fleshing out the map of the city a little. I’m a wanderer at heart, at least when I can do it by bus.

He offered to sell me back the copy of Animal Crossing that I sold him back in 2018, during the worst days at the end when I was selling everything off, mostly old games that I had never wanted to get rid of and wish I still had. (Oh, hey, that must’ve been the last time I’d seen him. Standing across from the old bathhouse at Bagg and St-Laurent waiting to meet him and exchange the game for, what was it, about thirty bucks? It was outside where, in the wee hours of the next morning, I would find that Matvey was saying. The world goes in these circles and places find their meaning that way). I said sure. I would be pleased to get it back—I’d give it to my mom, who had played it more than me. I wasn’t happy to sell a single one of those, and the idea of getting one of them, any of them, back is intensely cathartic. Like the quiet sort of emotional resolution you get at the end of a lot of quiet postmodern novels—a little bit of Earthly perfection.

I want to finish editing the last chapter of the novella before I go, and I do that easily—it’s only a couple of pages long, and I don’t have so many notes to copy out. Want to do that so much because I strongly suspect I will have no more time after I heard out the door that morning.

I have another time after I’m done to finish my coffee and get a 20 from the ATM in the dep directly below me, and then I’m off towards Mont-Royal metro through the snow that I’m already used to again. Enough has fallen and been packed now that I don’t slip so easily anymore. Make a quick phone call to home as I go up Rachel, then I turn onto St-Denis, thinking about how I had always wanted to spend more time on the street and how nice it feels to be walking along it now, and then I slip onto the metro and begin the journey proper. I zip underneath downtown and then out the other side.

Lionel-Groulx is a place I’ve never gone to much except to pass through. It’s where the bus from the airport lets you off, and where you catch it if you’re going out again. Sometimes I also got off here to go to the Super C by the Atwater Market, but that’s about it. I know there’s stuff around here, just the pattern of my life. I think I did go to a cafe near here once, just to have done it. But I associate it with comings and goings.

When I first arrived back after five years in exile, last May, I got out here. It has a power to it if only for that.

It’s one of my favourite stations design wise—looks pretty nice, I like the strange twisted tree sculpture with the faces, and it’s highly functional: an exchange station, the obvious transfers are made by just crossing the platform. Refreshing compared to all the walking in Berri-UQAM and not to mention the twisted labyrinth inside Jean-Talon. (I don’t know Snowdon enough to have an opinion.) Matt raves about it on his website: it’s truly excellent. … Let’s not talk too much about who its named after, other than to say he’s got a nice name.

There’s a bit of confusion when I surface from it, because the bus stop I need had been moved for… some reason that was not clarified. I cross Atwater towards a stop I at first think is what I want, only to find another closed stop. I turn around and see the bus appearing and about to turn towards what I realize is definitely the place I’m supposed to be. But the light changes, I bolt back across Atwater, and I join the line with plenty of time. I board. I sit. The bus pulls away and I water the world go by out the window as we follow the same path as that fabled bus to the airport until pulling out to go to Lachine.

Like I said, have never really been to Lachine. The airport bus passes along the top of it, although on the expressway so you don’t really see it, and I did get a better view on Uber ride once, which went along the streets of Lachine while trying to get me through the airport in time to catch a flight while the expressway was backed up with traffic.

The bus followed the same route as that Uber had for a short while, then turned onto Provost. I enjoy seeing previously unknown streets: it looks like how a lot of Montreal looks, but there are more single-floor detached homes. It’s a little like the South Shore, but not nearly that suburban. I watched a TV show filmed here once, and it looks enough like the East End for you to not notice it isn’t. But it is certainly more out of the way than where I’ve spent most of my time.

I get off at the stop Maps told me to get off at, and begin the trek through the snow to my end destination—one long Montreal block away. I pass a stop for the 90 St-Jacques, which is closer to where I’m going and also goes back to the metro. Maybe a better way to leave—and it goes through NDG, where there’s a bookstore I want to visit. Let’s look into that.

The address I’m headed for is the first building around the corner, when I turn. I walk up the steps and ring the apartment number I’d been given, get buzzed in.

Tom is as I remember him, more or less. Which isn’t a bad thing. We do the exchange for the game, he gets his twenty and the Animal Crossing goes into my bag, and then we sit and play some steam games. for an hour or two. It’s the most relaxed I’ve been in days. I do better than I thought I would, and I wish I did stuff like this more often. I note to myself I should see how many of these I can find on the Switch when I’m back in Van.

But then it’s time to go—we promise to add each other on switch, and I leave to catch that 90 St-Jacques bus. Which runs every fifteen minutes, not every half hour like the other one, apart from just plain being closer, and Tom agrees it’s the better way to go. I leave the building, turn the corner. The buss appears, passes me, pulls up to the stop. I break into a run, dunking under one or two tree branches without slowing down and praying I don’t slip. It sits there. I make it. I sit down to catch my breath—my lungs are still not exactly super happy, so I’m suffering a little—and see the useful digital sign telling me that I had five more minutes and so didn’t need to run.

It’s a more interesting bus route: the same way back along Provost, and then down 1re and Georges-V the way I came, but then instead of joining the Autoroute it instead goes under it and takes me through more that I’d never seen—through Ville St-Pierre and the bottom of Montreal West, along St-Jacques until I recognize Cavendish and here we are in familiar lands again. NDG: I spent a lot of time here, I was in a relationship with someone who lived here for years, and then I even lived here for a week at the very end of things. Even after I had come back to Montreal, it seemed like another thing entirely to go back to NDG, and I didn’t honestly expect to do it. But here I am—for the bookstore.

At Upper Lachine and Melrose I get off the bus. I walk up Melrose, through the tunnel under the tracks, and then continue until I eventually reach Sherbrooke West—which is exactly as I remember it. Why does it seem impossible that it still exists preserved? It should have collapsed like a false vacuum after I last passed by here on the 105. Like a fantasy world one wakes up from, like Koholint Island, gone.

But that’s silly; and nothing has changed. My favourite cafe there closed down during lockdown, but even that is the same on the outside—the sign is still up and everything, just the windows are papered over. I know this because I pass it on the bus when I leave, later, and I’m shocked to see that even that is the same. It must have been held suspended for me, so I could see it again and leave it properly, without fear and without distortion.

The reason why I’m here at all: Encore Books & Records. The third and last bookstore I’m going to to find the Okri book. … have they have it! I hadn’t even planned to come here. Must be fate. They have it, plus a couple of other books I want—Achebe’s No Longer at Ease, which I read shortly thereafter, and then I forget the other one—and a couple of records—Ville Emard Blues Band, plus a Christmas gift for someone—and I make myself glad that I brought a reusable tote back. I prolong my visit a bit longer, because I really did not expect to ever be back here. I take some pictures and send them to Mark, who would love it. Then—I really don’t want to be too late getting back—I head onwards. Walk out to the stop for the 105, wait a good ten minutes for it. Take the trip I remember so well back towards Vendome and the outside world, passing the shuttered Shaika and a past life as I go.

A version of myself died here in 2018. For years after, it really was hard to believe that my life had not somehow ended, that the life I was living in my present was in any way still my own. This bus ride reattaches that death to my continuing life. I don’t think that, then; that’s the artistry brought on by a later week’s reflection; when I disembark outside the totally reconstructed and unrecognizable Vendome, I’m only thinking of how hungry I am.

Back in the Plateau, I get off at Sherbrooke rather than Mont-Royal, so that, on the way back, I can stop off at Le Vieux Europe and get one of their sandwiches. It was on my list of places that I’d always wanted to go to but never did. I also like the walk better: I’m sick of the walk from Mont-Royal, and I want to see Carré St-Louis and the lower bits of the Plateau, I am happy to get to walk along des Pins E and along Roy, go past a not-yet-open Else’s and remember the good and the bad times had in there (mostly good; I only haven’t been there yet because I have decided to wait for Matvey, because it was his place more than mine…)

[idohistorysometimes]

Pawn Man and the Photo album: What to do with dark and disturbing artifacts

Before I get into the actual body of the post I would like to warn you all now: this will be a dark one. There will be talk of genocide, murder, rape, and a lot of other dark subjects relating to the events of WW2. And I do not plan on dancing around any of it. If this is something you do not wish to read please do not read or interact with this post

With that said, let's begin.

Roughly about a day ago (at the time of writing) the tiktoker “Pawn Man” posted a video asking the historical community for help. A client of his brought in a photo album belonging to a presumably dead relative and asked for him to sell it. He was not made aware to any of its contents so he agreed. Upon looking at the album though he discovered that roughly about 1/3rd of the way into it, the photos changed from general images taken of southeastern Asia and China to graphic war photos taken in the Nanjing area. And what makes these photos significant is that they are of the notorious “rape of Nanjing”, one of the worst atrocities committed by Japanese imperial forces around WW2. The reason I say “around” and not “during” is because this event took place technically during the Sino-Japanese War and not WW2 proper. HOWEVER, specific timing and technicalities aside, this was one of the worst atrocities in human history given the death toll and brutality involved. And because it was that horrific much evidence of it in the way of photographs or any other physical media has been destroyed by the Japanese military. So the fact Pawn Man has around 30 of these images currently unknown to history, in general, is a very significant historic find given how rare those images are.

Right now the fate of the book itself is still unclear since it looks to be going to some form of museum at the request of the seller. And from what Pawn Man has admitted himself the authenticity of the book is not 100% verified. He has had one person look at it, but he wants to get more opinions (which is good given the nature of the find in question). For those curious about the photos you can find them on Pawn Man’s Twitter page (at least some since I've only counted around 10 being uploaded right now). I took a look at them myself. They are not easy to look at. Many of them contain dead corpses. Most of them are gore. And by the fact that a lot of them seem to be missing from Pawn Man’s Twitter, I am willing to bet a few contain images of actual rape or sexual assault. But for those who wish to see them they are there and by now have probably been reuploaded quite a few places too.

I know there have been a lot of things up in the air about these specific photos and the authenticity of the book itself. Twitter has already found some photo similarities from other images dating around 1905. Time might date the top of this post regarding the situation itself fairly quickly since keep in mind, the situation only happened yesterday and I am writing this based on very little info. I am not saying these photos are 100% accurate one way or the other. I will let historians better versed than I do that. But it does open up an interesting conversation about what to do with artifacts like this.

Because kids, history is not a fun and happy subject a good chunk of the time. There is a lot of blood, death, gore, and discomfort around it. And a lot of artifacts reflect this because they are about or contain those things. People are still finding things like SS uniforms, images taken in concentration camps, and even artifacts connected with events like slavery in the US today. There will always be some little piece of the puzzle historians have not found yet. And when somebody finds that little piece, what happens to it? What should you do with it?

Well, firstly, do not destroy the artifact. 

This might be extremely tempting once we get into the realm of subjects like genocide and like rape and violent murder. There is a big push online to destroy anything connected with nazism or entities like the 3rd Reich, Imperial Japan, or other nation-states that have committed atrocities. And while I do not disagree with not giving the ideas and beliefs these nations held a platform since they are damaging to everything they touch, I do not agree with destroying things connected to them either.

The only way to learn about these events is through having artifacts like these to help teach about them. This is not to say it is impossible to learn about things without photos or artifacts to back them up. But there is a reason the imperial Japanese army destroyed a lot of evidence relating to their war crimes. Without that evidence, it makes the event in question sound less believable. There is plausible deniability added to it simply by removing that context. And as bad as it is to say genocide denial (globally) is not an uncommon thing, now anyway. Physical evidence (like photos) helps cement the fact these things happened by creating a historical record of it. Think of it like a paper trail. Even if the thing you found is a uniform from the people who did it or something like a photo album in this case: that's still evidence connecting an event to a time and place. It's valuable and adds context to the event. Its no longer a “he said she said”. Its fact. Its there. 

Give it to a museum 

When (or if) you also happen to find one of these “problem artifacts”, dont feel the need to hold onto them either. When held in private collections where they are not ever seen or really talked about in an educational context, they don't really do much good. They just sit there and collect dirt and slowly rot away. And not to mention the fact that even for a private collector, these things can be distressing. No amount of historical talk and education can prepare you for some things like this. They can be and often are a lot.

Giving these items to a museum can help ensure the stories behind these artifacts are told and told correctly. Because this is what is important here: telling that story. You will notice in history a lot of fucked up stuff happens. And the only reason we know about it is that people told that story. They preserved those documents and they made sure people knew about them. And as we get further and further away from some of these more recent events and as the people who lived through them died: it's now up to us, the new generation, to keep telling these stories and preserving them. One of the best ways to do that is through entities like museums. Sure some museums are not the most trustworthy (I'm looking at you random basement collections with the museum label slapped on them) but the ones that are (like the Smithsonian or Holocaust museum in DC) are dedicated to preserving those stories and keeping them alive.

We owe it to the people who died during and because of these awful events to ensure they never happen again. We owe it to them to be better people.We owe it to all that have suffered because of these events to be better people. And preserving those stories and their “paper trail” is one of the best ways to do that. You do not have to glorify something to learn from it (despite what some people seem to think). 

Final thoughts

Real or not this has been an interesting moment for discussion about these types of finds.

If you find yourself in a similar situation or have some artifacts of your own that carry a similar dark context: please consider giving them to a museum to be preserved and displayed for people to see. People deserve to know that history you have in your basement or attic. People deserve that context. And no matter how hard people might try to deny these horrible things: they happened and still do today. People deserve to know.

[i-can-bench-220]

What are your favorite scooby doo movies/shows/whatever for fraphne content? Im thinking about doing a binge watch of scooby things for them

i am so glad you asked. please, allow me to guide you to The Archives (it’s a really old library but all of the books are blue and purple and the wall is covered in heart-shaped photos of fraphne)

(i don’t know what you have already watched, so i’m very sorry if i say something that sounds obvious!)

in terms of shows, there aren’t many that are fraphne-heavy beyond the odd joke or cute moment. but then of course there’s mystery incorporated, which cranks everything up to eleven!! their relationship arc is central to the show, and while occasionally frustrating to watch and far from perfect writing-wise, i can’t not smile like an idiot whenever they get a cute moment. big recommend!

in terms of films… again none are particularly fraphne-heavy until you get to the 2010s revival (abracadabra-doo onwards). they act like a married couple in every film from this era regardless of how many Big Moments they get.

but if it’s Big Moments you want… stage fright. it’s a fraphne fanfiction. it’s somebody’s fraphne fanfiction that got made into a film. it’s Mutual Pining: The Movie and i would like to give whoever greenlit it a medal. it’s also the first proper onscreen fraphne kiss in forty years!! this is the film you need if you’re looking for explicitly romantic/canon fraphne. it’s also just a lot of fun in general and one of my favourites!!

another film that i would recommend in a similar vein is curse of the 13th ghost! their arc is not overtly romantic in this film, but rather focused on themselves as individuals and how they complete one another. it’s so lovely and fun to watch, and their exchange at the end of the film is quite possibly my favourite fraphne moment ever. 😭

i’m also going to go back in time a little to recommend zombie island! there’s an element of the frustrating jealously plotline that always seems to pop up for them, but it’s not very central and the rest of their screentime is thus devoted to them being as married as possible. their girlboss/malewife energy in this film is astronomical and i love everything about it!!

other films with several cute moments for them are camp scare and abracadabra doo (which both also rely on the jealousy plotline a bit but otherwise they’re really good), the phantosaur and the sword and the scoob! i’m not fully caught up with some of the more recent films yet, so please feel free to add onto this post if i’m missing something important!

i really hope this is helpful! happy fraphne-ing 💙💜

[prpfs]

🍪💮🍪this is probably super niche, but i'm trying to find something from the old proship-prompts blog before it got deleted. while i can't get the whole thing, what i can recover from it is: "Prompt: Write about a young girl whose father believes he is raping her almost every night, but she actually loves it and her favorite part is his extreme guilt, self-loathing, crying, and apologizing…"

i am looking for somebody willing to write against this prompt in one of the two scenarios where i write the girl:

1.) it is in the scenario as described, with a very young girl that despite it all has developed a taste for the pain and suffering of others and willingly (although her father doesn't realize it) simply to watch him keep squirming around and relishing in his self loathing of her father

or

2.) a scenario where it's years later and the father committed suicide, the girl is 14-16ish and misses seeing people suffer this way and has tried to trap another adult into this to watch them suffer, ends up catching the attention of a serial killer or something though and thus begins an incredibly unholy matrimony

m/f necessary in the first scenario, but i would be willing to try f/f for the second although i would prefer m/f! while my writing style is casual here i do appreciate and use proper punctuation ic and would prefer the same. i'm not the fastest replier in the world, so i'd really appreciate patient partners!

given the nature of this prompt, i am not comfortable with irl fcs in any capacity. if we use fcs please understand i'd only like to use anime/manga fcs, other 2d sources, or forego fcs altogether.

if you're interested, please like this post and keep your instant messages open! a mostly blank sideblog with an anime pfp will DM you afterwards!

(discord rp only please! although i might want ot talk a bit in tumblr dms first)

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

[actualbird]

hihi PLEASE tell me ur going to write artem getting railed in a church. i would die. especially an iteration of artem who has like. catholic levels of guilt but isnt even catholic. hes like "i dont even believe theres a god to offend but that doesnt make this not wrong on SO many levels. can i be a sinner if i dont believe in religious si- oh fuck thats good"

// n/s//f///w text, religious talk, blasphemy, bloodplay, i didnt mean for this response to turn out into a minific but uh i think this awakened something in my lapsed catholic brain so

artem gets railed in a church (but before that, hes getting railed emotionally because 4 horny demons wont leave him alone)

wc: 942

ships: artem/everybody else in the nxx

hello, anon! and kjBJKFS GOD THE FIRST LINE OF THIS ASK RLLY MADE ME LAUGH

if this ask is bc of the excerpt i just posted, im afraid to say that that isnt for a fic where artem gets railed in a church. it's for a luke/mc goddess!mc au fic where luke offers his body (and hand in marriage) to mc.

HOWEVER, I DO VERY MUCH AGREE WITH ARTEM "CATHOLIC GUILT" WING. like, i project all of my catholic guilt on luke because hes flaunting that shit a bit more obviously and artem i see more being on a non-religious shtick of needing to perfect correct right. but with a little nudge, that shtick is so easy to make into catholic level guilt because why do you want to be right, artem? so that you'll be absolved of the sin of imperfection?

are you willing to get on your knees and speak your prayers into divine flesh for the forgiveness you want?

since in my luke/mc fic, im making em do altar sex, if ever i write artem getting railed in a church, i dont wanna repeat the altar thing. he'll get railed in the CONFESSION BOOTH. probably while still being told to confess everything he perceives is a sin hes committed.

very into the concept of artem not even believing in the faith hes supposedly committing blasphemy against. but hes fucked so dirty---his come dripping onto the polished marble, his moans wrenched from his throat and echoing in the hallowed halls, his pleasure bringing him to a heaven hes never going to reach now that this is happening---that thats BASICALLY NEGLIGIBLE.

HM. WAIT. RECALIBRATE. BC....if i write this fic, i dont want artem to get his shit rocked by somebody on the "good" side. i want him to get obliterated by somebody on the "bad" side.

and man, everybody in the nxx team is so delicious to make a demon.

what if it's all of them? what if they make a demon-y bet to see which one of em will be successful in seducing the prim and proper artem wing to indulge in pleasure?

demon!vyn does mindgames. he never even touches artem, he simply asks artem questions and artem needs to answer and his answers get twisted and misconstrued to the point that artem's repressed desires are brought to the forefront.

artem resists vyn though, tells vyn that he's not taking vyn home to "learn" more about those uncovered desires.

demon!luke goes for the "mark me down as horny and afraid" way. maybe artem is still a lawyer in this au and luke kills somebody for him---a terrible person who was let off too easy by the law---and with his hand still painted in blood, luke touches artem's face and artem loses himself in the hungry intensity of luke's red gaze. luke's thumb traces his lips and artem is helpless but to take the finger into his mouth, to lick the blood of a sinner off of this man's skin.

artem then snaps out of it and runs away, getting more and more conflicted.

demon!marius goes the full slut route. he starts showing up in inconspicuous places, making sure to catch artem's gaze every single time. hes closer after every encounter too until finally, marius approaches artem as hes walking back home after doing groceries. marius pulls him into a secluded alleyway, purring all kinds of dirty things. how artem keeps looking at him, how his eyes always scan up and down marius' body, how marius is very much interested in giving artem more than just the view, how he wants to give artem the chance to feel, to touch.

artem almost gives in

but then he remembers hes got poultry in that grocery bag he just dropped and slips away, flustered and muttering about how he needs to get this in the freezer

(intermission: nxx demon meeting

marius: his CHICKEN was more important to him than me!

vyn: bravo, marius. your cock has lost to that one.

marius: IM GOING TO DUMP HOLY WATER OVER YOUR STUPID FACE, YOU BITCH!)

it's demon!mc who is successful.

shes the one who finds artem sitting at a park bench in the middle of the night, just kinda tired and stressed and wondering if hes a bad person and mc connects with him emotionally. he isnt a bad person (and demons arent too bad either, all they want is for humans to be a little bit more indulgent irt to self pleasures bc that hedonism gives them lifeforce food to survive) and she tells him that hes a good person and he says he doesnt feel like one.

so she brings him to a chapel. theres not a soul there and she brings him to the confession booth. she says "if you're not a good person, then confess your sins, artem wing."

and he starts but she stops him. tells him to kneel.

"show me how sorry you are."

and he does.

he spills out every insecurity, every fear, every perceived failure.

and when hes done, mc crouches down to his level and tells him that hes forgiven.

and hes the one who kisses her.

and then he gets railed in a church.

[edit: comedy bonus of this concept]