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aetheternity · 1 year
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maybe it's just me, but i sometimes get worn out by the constant romantic shipping and like "oh this character tops this one" or "they fell in love at first sight" ababababa. don't get me wrong, i love to see romantic stuff but i just wanna see characters being friends. i wanna see them just hanging out and bonding
I feel the same way. Like it's not the shipping itself that tires my soul it's the way people will grab any two characters and go, "They're in love and you're wrong if you disagree." Or "They're canon, Hoyo told me." For literally every ship it's so exhausting. The characters will have like interacted twice and everyone's saying they're in love.
This fandom is so loud and aggressive about ships that I take a lot of pride in shitting on the most popular ones. Don't get me wrong I'd never go onto someone's page and loudly declare that their ship is stupid. Everyone deserves the right to like certain ships and one person's most hated ship might be someone else's comfort ship. But like ugh I wanna enjoy two character's friendship without having to see drawings of them making out. High key glad Hoyo threw Xiangling in with Xingqiu and Chongyun and Hu Tao. Such a good idea! I know they did because they're lazy writers but now I get the childhood besties squad instead of stupid Xingyun so a win is a win!
Like I said before I really like Xingqiu and Chongyun's friendship but the fandom made it something it isn't and their shippers are so fucking rude!! 😭
Like you could literally say outright on a post I only like them as friends and a whole bunch of shippers will flood the comments with hate it's so immature 😑
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nicohischier · 2 years
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gonna give it one episode to ruin my life
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arihi · 8 months
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Abuse >:) I won't even toggle anon
(CW: Abusive dynamics and abuse (per the prompt) - skip if that's not your thing!)
“Again.”
I flinched instinctively, my stomach dropping when I heard laughter instead of the tell-tale snap of a riding crop and the associated pain. I felt nothing but deadened, faded welts, the chill of the floor against my knees, and a queasiness in the pit of my stomach.
“Oh darling,” Trina cooed. “What’s the matter?”
“N-Nothing,” I stammered lamely. I pulled my wrists against the restraints, the chains clacking against the pipes and the sounds echoing throughout the basement.
“Why it almost seemed…” She ran her fingers gently down the raised welts across my chest. “…like you didn’t like me.”
“That’s not true!” I blurted out. “I love you, Trina, I do, I just-” I hated disappointing her. “…Can we maybe move out of the basement at least? It’s cold and I like your bed better,” I pleaded in a desperate attempt to have boundaries. And yet, that wasn’t what I really wanted. My skin burned, my muscles ached at the position I had been holding for what felt like hours, and I was ready to stop. I never even wanted to start it, at least not tonight.
But starting here could be the first step.
“Baby, you know I can’t do that.” Trina looked concerned. “Last time, well…you know you’re a screamer, right?” She played at shyness, though I knew she had delighted in my screams at the time. “Last time we were playing, the neighbors heard, and that was a whole thing…and you’ve only just barely made up for it.” Her eyes looked like they were shimmering with tears.
The queasiness again. I looked back down. “…I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She pet my hair soothingly. “That’s why we’re down here.”
“I—” I swallowed a lump in my throat. Asserting boundaries. No is a complete sentence. My comfort is a priority. “I don’t want to…'play' anymore. Can we be done? A-at least tonight?” Hesitation had crept through into my voice in the last sentence, but that was the most I had said as a challenge to her in what felt like ages, and a part of me was proud.
“You what?” Trina frowned.
I grimaced from the wave of nausea that slammed into my battered body. Alarm bells went off in my brain, as if I’d made a horrible mistake, as if I’d just committed such a grievous wrong that the very core of my being shuddered in disgust.
“I just mean, I mean we’ve been doing this for a while, and aren’t you tired? We could both take a break!” I desperately recanted, anything to get rid of that feeling.
She stood there, frowning at me, my physical discomfort growing exponentially, my body attempting to curl inwards in agony, if only my arms hadn’t been tied to the pipes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I started mumbling, tears wetting my cheeks. “I won’t do it again.” Shame and humiliation and a rush of chemical pleasure flooded my veins, my body sinking into a sigh of relief, the pleasurable throbbing of my body. Fuck.
“That’s a good girl.” Her face broke out into a wide smile. “I’m so glad you understand. You know, I hate being mad at you. And it’s not right for a relationship to just be one-sided. Fighting is healthy for relationships. I want you to be able to challenge me on things, and then when you’re done and we both come to a solution, I want it to feel good for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, my toes curled and fists balled up trying to bear the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.
“Aw baby, it’s okay!” Her sickly-sweet voice dug its claws into me, comforted the inner turmoil in my mind. “Just relax, okay? I know you’re so good at doing that for me. Doesn’t it feel better to just, drop it? To relax?”
“Yeeesss…” It came from the back of my throat in one long sigh, like I was relieving my stress and losing a part of myself with every deep breath. It came from the back of my throat like all the other times I’d said yes to her, like all the times I agreed, all the times I relented…
“What’s this?” She swatted at my crotch with the crop lightly, the fabric of my underwear sticking to my skin. “Are you getting turned on by this?” She spat out with a sneer.
…Like all the times I came.
My ears burned. “I—”
“Sweetie, sweetie.” Trina’s voice softened again. “It’s okay, to like the things that you like. No one can judge you here, okay?” She hugged me gently as I leaned my tired body against her legs.
“But, out there…those neighbors,” she whispered, saddened. “Who knows what they’d tell people if they knew what you did? What you were into? What got you so fucking wet?” She ripped the thin, flimsy fabric from me, the coolness of the air on my slick skin a stark contrast to how feverish my head felt. “It’d be bad, right?” I nodded against her absentmindedly.
“Then we can’t tell anyone, right?” She knelt and met me at eye-level, face to face. “We can never tell anyone about your deepest desires? Your shames?”
“No…” I sighed, a part of my soul fading away with my breath.
“It’s better not to tell anyone about what goes on in this household really, people can be so nosy.” She rolled her eyes with a grin.
“Yes…” My body felt heavier than it’d ever been, my eyes threatening to close.
“Good.” For a brief second her eyes softened, a genuine, small smile on her face. Those were the fleeting moments I lived for. I knew she was a good person who just played at being harsh. Because I was asking for it. Because I deserved it. Because she loved me. Right?
Her eyes lit up in rapturous glee. “Well, without further ado.” She jammed the discarded panties into my mouth, her fingers uncomfortably prying my jaw open as I choked on the fabric being stuffed into the back of my throat.
“Remember, no screaming.”
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(a short story for sleepingirl, a wicked pervert)
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kathonyy · 2 years
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Anthony + Flowers for Kate 🌷 requested by anon
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griancraft · 1 month
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I understand wanting things to be resolved right away but like it or not if you’ve been friends with someone for years and it’s revealed they’re a terrible person you’re going to need some time to process that and come to terms with it before you can make any sort of statement. Especially given that there may be a legal component involved as well as the general online landscape right now. I’m not saying this to defend anyone I’m saying this because I’m seeing a pattern where we need an answer right away no matter what and nobody is actually considering the people who are directly and personally impacted by this. INCLUDING SHELBY.
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cosmo-clown · 6 months
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okay maybe i overestimated my ability to write the dust lore in one weekend i may take a bit longer BUT I’MM I’LL TRY I JUST HAVE LIKE BORING SCHOOL STUFF TO GET THROUGH AND DRAWING IS A LOT EASIER
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heres some traditional sketchy stuff though: i think omori fits dust very well,,, mari and papyrus shaking hands in the afterlife because they are not vengeful spirits their brothers just turned them into ones.
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oh also editing because i was looking back at all the sketches and this blue looks so cute for WHAT!!! i think he vibes with all the persona songs he is such a phantom thief.. whip kirby slapped /j
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sparky-is-spiders · 17 days
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When I first finished my Amaldyne ref I started on an image of her breathing dragonfire but never finished it. Until now! Here she is my beautiful baby girl setting things on fire. Idk how I feel about the shading but I'm kinda proud about how revenant!Amaldyne looks. (Also if you're wondering why her neck is Like That it's because maintaining your form as a big hungry goop puddle is especially hard when you're also angy). This was mostly just to see how dragonfire looks when I try blending it a bit (which I don't do on the refs to make it more clear which colors go where) but I might mess around with it in the future, idk.
Anyway some Lizard Lore(TM): dragonfire is a very unique substance. Impossible to replicate (at least under current magical science), dragonfire can and will destroy everything it touches save for the dragon who breathes it. All dragons have at least a few sparks (even if all they ever manage to do is cough up smoke and embers), but a vast majority only have enough to breathe out a single stream for a few minutes, after which they'll need to stop and recover. Amaldyne is probably about average when it comes to dragonfire (although nothing about my universe is set in stone yet sooooo). Dragonfire can come in any color except blue (although there are a handful of old, scattered scraps of legend about a powerful sky dragon with bright cyan flames). It also sometimes feels more like a dragon's element rather than regular fire (although most who get hit by it are generally too distracted by the feeling of being burned by magic fire to describe the experience afterwards). Amaldyne, as a poison dragon, has fire that feels like getting doused in acid (complete with an odd, slimy sensation that lingers for awhile after). It's pretty common and there really isn't any particular significance to it. Just an odd quirk of dragon magic. Also, if a dragon's fire is somehow extinguished (methods to do so are currently unknown) or stolen (incredibly difficult but also quite possible, if you know a few tricks), it WILL kill them. A dragon won't survive without their dragonfire, not even for a moment.
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 months
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is the fandom topics irl like an actual for real class you're taking this semester? like college discussion class? bc if so that honestly sounds a bit like potential Hell
when I said "(serious)" i meant (serious). i'm actually taking a college class this semester on fandoms. obviously I don't know exactly what it'll entail, but it seems like it's gonna be about the phenomena of fandoms and fandom spaces, originality, and capitalism's influence.
and it could potentially be hell because i think. there is some unconscious purity culture going on here, but the professor doesn't seem to share it, which is a positive. and it's not extreme, at least not yet, but it's like *side eye*.
but it was only day one and I have faith in my ability to deal with other people having opinions I don't like sometimes, so we'll see :)
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chaotic-guinea-pig · 3 months
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still thinking about that very interesting fellow who left a bookmark comment on an AO3 st*ndy fic that said "I hope the author is homophobic!" 😩
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kah-way-loh · 11 months
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A before and after of my most recent acquisition!! I got lucky making an offer on eBay, don't be afraid to bargain!
[Image description 1: a pink Crystal Furby Baby with multicolor tinsel is sitting on an off-white towel. It is visibly disheveled and scruffy. End ID.]
[Image description 2: the same Crystal Baby Furby with the same backdrop, except it has been noticeably washed and brushed. It has pink earrings. End ID.]
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wildwizardcreation · 2 months
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woe! 2016 sc@r/mumb0 be upon ye!
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saintshigaraki · 9 months
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who are the horniest jjk shippers and why is it g*johimes 
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sebbyisland · 6 months
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“With this you are mine now. Let’s eat together, sleep together, and have a lovely life.”
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#Updated version of an old piece#Cw gore#cw blood#Cw cannibalism#ugh so cathartic to finally type out these tags bc I’m done#Chainsaw man fanart#makima#Denji#pochita#csm part 1#No because I always believed if Makima won she would keep Denji’s corpse which would still have the scent of Pochita#Obvi she can’t consume csm but Denji is like her vessel I’m thinking like communion at church#If Pochita is Makima’s god then Denji is kinda her sacrifice for the good of humanity he’s kinda jesus son of god …#I mean he literally rose from the dead surrounded by crosses.#Csm is heavily based on Dante’s Inferno I don’t think it’s far fetched to say there’s Christian imagery throughout#Anyways. Denji is the body and blood of christ that Makima consumes to be closer to her god Pochita#Who she thinks will cleanse the world from evil and absolve her loneliness#Note that he defeats Makima with his human BODY and BLOOD devil weapon!! Btw I censored his face bc Makima doesn’t care abt it#There is only taking and taking from Denji and then BLAMING HIM for it he is MAKIMA’S LOLITA!!!!#God. Ok. I’m still sooooo normal abt the makiden dynamic.#Makima truthfully just wants Denji for his body and Denji just wants to be loved but bc he’s young isolated and inexperienced he accepts he#remember he says his type of girl is one who wants him#Makima REALLY wanted the csm heart inside him#Even tho she never cared for him Makima still provided warmth and comfort for Denji he can’t forget that#At the end of part 1 he knows all this but still loves her and cares about her as a person and#as a mother figure and as his first object of affection after pochita died. And the complicated feelings from being sexually groomed.#Makima was his first human connection and she was never even paying attention to him#she’s a lot of things but I interpret her ultimately as the worst mother figure in the world#It’s so crazy you consider all this and how historically chainsaws were developed to sever the umbilical cord.#how many connections to his life did Denji sever in order to reach the end of part 1? How many lives lost at the cost of him gaining his ow
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psychiclounge · 4 months
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i do think the whole "gale is a slowburn romance" thing is very funny bc like. i get being concerned whether or not you're on the right path for his romance on a first playthrough when you don't know his big confession is in act 2, but still calling it a slowburn just bc you don't fuck in act 1 is . it sure is
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soleadita · 1 year
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me: makes a silly little teen wolf post on my silly little tiny blog
rabid sc*tt stans i literally have never crossed paths with ever in my entire life: derek hale is the devil incarnate, actually, and here’s why
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datingtrees · 6 months
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i just had a really. really sweet conversation about louise gl/ck with one of her old students and. i feel so insane now. cried! of course she's a person who wrote letters and had feelings about how people perceived her, but i'm deleting everything i write because it feels too tender to say anything about someone i only loved through her work. which is still a big love that makes for a big grief.
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