%100 understandable if you don't have the energy or desire to answer this genuinely no pressure here

But I was wondering if you had anything you wanted to talk about in terms of anti native racism in the plural community, if there's anything you could get non-natives to internalize what would that be etc that kinda thing

hellooooo sweetling, thank you for asking !! :3 I& hope you don't mind me& answering, we've& been quite switchy lately !! Now… sit down and listen up, nonnatives, especially you, white settlers, class is in session !!

I. Don't name yourselves after our spirits and/or our nations !! I& cannot express enough how infuriating this is !! There was a time when we& had to deliberately tell a white bodied system to change their alter's name from W**dig* to something else, not just for their safety, but ours& as a Native bodied system !! W **dig*ag are NOT spirits to mess with, let alone to use as a name if you're nonnative, especially if you are a white settler !! These are Algonquian and Anishinaabe sacred spirits, and, no, sacred does not always mean good, and quite frankly, to use our sacred religious figures or any of our nations as your name is cultural appropriation !! And, no, your "w*ndig*" headmate is likely not a w*ndig* at all, it's not a deer creature !! It's very insensitive, our cultures, practices and religions have already been stretched far and thin over the years to the point where we have been imprisoned or murdered for practicing them in the past until only a few decades ago, so be respectful !! Don't be a loser !! 🖤🖤🖤🖤 II. Native bodied systems don't care about your white guilt !! Listen... we& know most people's intentions are well, but at this point, we& don't care, we've& often been forced to listen to white people whine and bitch about how sorry they are, how bad they feel about the way their ancestors treated ours, and will often overstep their boundaries and their place when speaking with us& !! Yes, we& want you to acknowledge who's land you're on, yes, we& want nonnative, especially white settler allies, to be there with us and uplift our voices, but don't speak over us, you're not solving anything by venting to us&, a Native bodied system, about your ancestors' guilt, if you are white. We're& not here to hold your hand, we& won't coddle your feelings, we& won't give you a cookie for expressing and doing the bare minimum and be your palatable native system !! III. Having an exoethnic Native headmate doesn't make your body Native !! I& don't know how else to say this ... simply because you have an exoethnic Native headmate doesn't make your body Native and as such that doesn't give you the right to speak our languages, practice our medicines or call yourself Two Spirit if you are nonnative, especially if you're white bodied !! If you're a system of color and you want to learn our languages, depending on what the language is because some languages are exclusive only to members of that nation, even to other natives, we'd& be more flattered, but if you're a white bodied system who has an exoethnic Native headmate and think that automatically gives you the right to come into our spaces and learn our languages and ceremonies?? Think again !! :3 There are teachings by our& elders and knowledge keepers from different nations that we& are literally forbidden from sharing with nonnatives !! I& understand how frustrating this can be, but respect is essential !! IV. White bodied and nonnative systems of color are not immune to antinative racism and Native erasure in plural spaces !! Native bodied systems, let alone Native singlets, aren't often included in the table on how to make things better in our spaces and are treated like an afterthought even on our own lands !! This happens so often that this led to the term called Native erasure which is extremely common in the media, even in POC spaces !! Don't demand we do your homework for you. Don't hesitate to check up on your Native friends !! V. Our cultures are not homogenous and there is no one "Native look"!! I& don't want to repeat ourselves& but our cultures and peoples are so unique, special and distinct from each other !! We can have any skintone, any hair type, any eye color, we can look like anything !! — 🖤 / Bellatrix& / Beretta&, she/her.

It frightens and discourages me how pervasive "tribal" stereotypes and imagery are in the fantasy and adventure genres.

It's all over the place in classic literature. Crack open a Jules Verne novel and you're likely to find caricatures of brown people and cultures, even when the characters are sympathetic to the plight of the colonized peoples - incidentally, this is the biggest reason I can't recommend 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea to everyone, despite Captain Nemo being one of my favorite fictional characters of all time.

You can't escape it in modern cinema, either. You'll see white heroes venturing bravely into jungles and tombs to steal from natives who don't know how to use their resources "properly." You'll see them strung up in traps, riddled with sleeping darts, forced to flee and fight their way out. Hell, Pirates of the Caribbean, a remarkably inclusive franchise in many other ways, had an extended sequence of the white heroes escaping from a cannibal civilization in the second film.

And when fantasy RPGs want a humanoid enemy, the "bloodthirsty natives" are the first stock trope they jump to. World of Warcraft is one of the most egregious examples, with the trolls - blatant racist caricatures with faux-voodoo beliefs, cannibalistic diets, Jamaican accents, and a history of being killed in droves by (white) elves and humans - being raided and slaughtered in nearly every expansion.

It doesn't matter how vibrant and distinctive the real-world indigenous, Polynesian, Caribbean, and African cultures are. It doesn't matter how much potential these real civilizations offer for complex and sympathetic characterization. Anything that doesn't make sense to the white western mind is shoved under the same "savage" umbrella. They're different. They're strange. They're scary. They have to be escaped, subjugated, eliminated, ogled at from the safety of a museum.

Modern writers, directors, and developers don't even seem to realize how horrifying it is to present the indigenous inhabitants of a place as "obstacles" for non-native protagonists to overcome. "It's not racist," they say, "because these people aren't really people, you see." And if you dare to point out anything that hurts or offends you as a descendant of the bastardized culture, you're accused of being the real racist: "These aren't humans! They're monsters! Are you saying that these real societies are just like those disgusting monsters?"

No, they're not monsters. But you chose to design them as monsters, just as invaders have done for hundreds of years. Why would you do that? Why can you recognize any other caricature as evil and cruel, but not this?

This is how deep colonialism runs.

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"Why do the kids in the show know everything about Greek Myths"

Well idk if I was told my parent was a Greek God and that put a target on my back for Monsters/Titans/Other God's to use to kill me, I'd learn everything I can! To Demigod's myths are lists of ways they could die, so it's in their best interest to learn them.

Well, the titan "submarine" is your local fucking reminder that "Regulations are written in blood" Is NOT a just a fucking saying or just a fucking joke.

Drew a scene from @masque-of-plague’s amazing scarian fic Supercritical for their birthday :D

pairings: mammon x f! reader

warnings: cum play + scent marking ? + jealousy + plus size! reader + oral + fingering + exhibtionism + blood + spit

💌: miss writing soso much n mammon brainrot is horrible so hear me out!!!!

mammon with a big girl is something that just sounds perfect to me… he’s so jealous n greedy ‘nd is obsessed with claiming you in the messiest n most carnal way <3 he’s obsessed with marking you with his cum and his seed is so messy n potent n he cums soso much it’s almost overwhelming. he’ll cum on your tits, face, tummy and on your cunt because he loves the thought of other demons being able to smell him on you even after you’re all cleaned up afterwards. their sense of smell is superior to humans so even if you think you’re fine, they’ll still be wary of getting too close because his scent’s just that strong and who in their right mind would want to provoke one of the avatars of sin?

he’ll paw at your tummy and grip your hips so tight it leaves you sore, completely enamored with how you look beneath him, covered in cum and spit yet still begging for more. splays a hand across your tummy while his cock is still ballsdeep in your sensitive cunt and presses down, his sticky semen gushing out around his dick because there’s just so much inside.

mammon’s a biter too… puts his sharp teeth to use when in his demon form and leaves lovebites on your chest n thighs and even across your stomach <3 laves his tongue over the marks when they start to bleed a bit because he accidentally sank his teeth a little too deep in your soft skin.

if he’s feeling a little possessive, he’ll stuff your cunt and have you keep his cum inside n take you around the devildom, a knowing smirk on his face because he can hear even the slightest hitch of your breath and smell how aroused the thought of him showing you off makes you <3

he can never get enough of you either, always has to use you whenever he wants because his greed is uncontrollable. draws orgasm after orgasm from you, nearly salivating because you’re just as selfish as he is! wrapping a hand around his wrist while he’s fingering you or clenching your thighs around his head while he eats you out because you need to cum and you’ll do anything to reach your climax

Our Vampires, Ourselves, Nina Auerbach

all things live and all things die

Ageswap AU comic

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! Saw some stuff on your TL about heartbreak and just wanted to let you know that you deserve better and the pain will lessen with time, but hurt sucks! Hoping you can be gentle with yourself.

oh, thank you, sismoqwan 🥺💕✨ im& afraid ive& been dealing with this for a few years now & its still the same pain as it was then. we were extremely close, first as best friends & then as lovers then everything went to shit. i& know deep in my& bones ill& never stop loving this person. it'll never feel right that im& here & they're not. we were always supposed to be together. sometimes it genuinely felt like we were the same person in two bodies. ive& never known a closeness like that before or since & i& can't always just leave that behind. but that doesn't mean im& settling for less than i& deserve. because i& do deserve better. i& deserved better. from this person & all who come after them. i& think they regret it afterward but that doesn't undo the damage & like. i& can't keep waiting forever. whether it's this person or someone else who comes along & we vibe rly well & they treat me& (& the rest of us& as a system) right, im& not saying no bc i& deserve to be happy. im& irreplaceable & there's quite literally no one like me&.

I kinda hope this can become a trend of sorts, I'd love to see everyone's version of Frans related content to the audio, it'd be so cute. But it also took me a good few weeks, maybe a month, to make something this simple. I haven't kept track. Maybe one day in the future I can redraw this but better. I wanted to do a different pose, before settling on this because of all the different versions of each character and I wanted to try making it as easy to follow with your eyes as possible

Aus in order (I hope)

Classic Undertale by Toby

FaithTale by Momo & Vivi

DanceTale by Teandstars & sterrenschijnsel

HowlingTale by ComyCat

CircusSwap by Isabella

FlowerFell by Siviosanei

ChessTale by MINTYSAMMY

Fresh Sans by Crayone Queen Fresh Frisk by jjaydazo

HorrorTale by SourAppleStudios

BirdTale by Greyscale

FateTale by Pinky102ZaneXd2

RealFell by Slastena Shipper & JustLovers (official blog)

MusicTale by Kiwid_nz Tumblr + Deviantart

Written in Blood by Sofiathehooman

UnderFell by Vic the Underfella Tumblr + Twitter

OuterTale by Mimi Pippinski

CandyTale by BabyAbbieStar/arumi-star

Vlasttale by nakamiraa

AxeTale by uhhbananafrappe, azulandrojo & ataleofaxes

UnderLust by StaleElephantBones & NSFWShamecave

GangsterTale by cocpcoco

FreedomTale by Freedom

UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce

SnowWhite au thing by FransFanatic

Kingdom of the Crystal Sky by The Writing Mobster

The World After the War by Isabella

The colours mean nothing, it's just to make it easier on the eyes and such for people scrolling.

Please correct me if I have discredited at all, I used google for a good chunk and didn't dig that deep into the individual authors. Nor do I keep up with communities in general. I'm bad for that. I wanted to do so many more aus but ran out of audio time. I want to do more like this sometime and try doing different or more aus

I was threatened to ping some of these people and I feel bad, I'm sorry TwT It was also an added panic to find out which of these people are still active/ like undertale or Frans and which don't. I'm sorryyyyyy

I also reached the tag limit.

@jjaydazo @slastena-shipper @kiwidnz @sofiathehooman @nakamiraa @cocpcoco @thefreedomskeleton @fransfanatic @fic-and-art-for-ships

Suddenly stumbled upon Technoblade's Ballad again and got nostalgic

OP, none of those words were in the captivating, colorful pages of Zoobooks.

thirteen update 💕💍🍽️🩸

chapter 5: february

summary:

“These things do not concern you,” Papa told him flatly. “I will run my household however I see fit. Your concerns are with your schoolwork and your modeling.” Blood pumped heavy and fast through Adrien’s heart. That wasn’t—fair. Concern was about all he was capable of these days. “And what about Maman?” Adrien asked, exhausted, reckless. “May I be concerned about Maman?” Something shifted on Papa’s face, all his emotions smothered in stone.

excerpt:

The best day of Adrien’s life was eight months and six days ago. No contest.

It was a crisp kind of cold that day, the Paris sky blooming a bright and brilliant blue overhead. The sun pierced right through the brisk February air, a shock of spearmint and adrenaline in his veins. He couldn’t stop widening his eyes, couldn’t stop smiling. The city was so alive. Strains of love songs poured out of open cafe doors and onto tourists, their hands full of red roses and lovers’ hands. The cobblestones sang with the patters of paired footsteps all down the street. It was the city of love always, but today especially. Today Adrien was made of the stuff, just bursting with it.

And, like every other day in the running for the best of his life, Marinette was there.

“You’d better not pull anything,” she warned, tightening her grip on his hand as they passed by a tourist couple looking very… engrossed with each other in the middle of the street. “And—and if you do, you have to tell me. Right now.”

Marinette’s brow was lightly furrowed, the bridge of her nose just barely scrunched up. Her hair was pulled half-back with a pink ribbon, matching the shade of the skirt she wore beneath her velvety black peacoat. Her Mary Janes clipped anxiously down the road and Adrien’s heart danced and swelled and spun in his chest.

“Pull something? Me?” Adrien stepped aside so their arms were outstretched, and then pulled at Marinette’s fingers, sending her tumbling back into his arms. She looked up at him, trying to frown, smiling. He grinned. “I would never.”

“I’m serious.” Marinette untangled herself from his arms and interlocked her fingers again with his. Her hand was the warmest thing in the world. She looked at him sternly, wagging a finger in his face. “I need to know so I can—prepare. Especially if it’s something crazy. No funny business.”

“Marinette,” he moaned, draping a wounded hand over his heart. One corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, eyes darting to meet her gaze. “You think I’m funny?”

She groaned. “I think you‘re—I think you’re ridiculous, and sappy, and romantic, and I think it’s Valentine’s Day in Paris”—this part she shouted, which drew a few stares—“and I think you’re about to take me on an insanely adorable date, and I think Alya took me to get my nails done last week—!”

“You’re so thoughtful,” Adrien remarked, swinging their hands back and forth. “And observant. What a beautiful mind you have, my lady.”

“You have to tell me,” Marinette insisted. She stopped them on the street and frowned at him, pink flushing the apples of her cheeks. “Is it—are you—?”

“Hm?” Adrien murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Marinette’s cheeks went ablaze.

“I—you—you know what I mean!” she spluttered. “Are you gonna…you know!”

He tilted his head to the side. “Am I…?”

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nanami kento is not the type of man to regret many things. regret will only take root in one's heart and turn them into a rotten monster, one filled with so much sorrow and grief that they are unable to even shift their finger. being a reformed jujutsu sorcerer has taught him such.

so, kento makes a point of always leaving without regrets and with a thousand nightmares saddled upon his shoulders. that's fine. kento is good at coping with nightmares and monsters under the bed.

yet, when you are here, smiling down at him as if you are genuinely so pleased that he's right here rather than a thousand miles away, kento is beginning to realise that he does have regrets, after all.

"come on." your palm presses flat over his cheek, cradling his jaw as if he's something fragile, or perhaps something precious. he doubts it's the latter. the both of you have been tainted with too much hurt to be anything beautiful anymore. "i've missed you so, kento. can't you give me one more tonight?"

kento should know better. after all, this is precisely why he has been avoiding dipping his toe into the jujutsu world. but favours have been demanded, and strings have been pulled, and you have held him too close, and he was back in your bed again, blinking up at you past his tears as if nothing has changed.

"too much," he murmurs. his voice isn't slurred yet, but he knows it'll be soon. kento doesn't like losing control very much for anything, but you're extremely skilled at making him give it all up for you, so he was fighting a losing war from the very start. that's fine, too, he supposes. he misses you too much to hate you for it right now.

your smile turns indulgent, a little condescending, and kento wants to kiss you so, so badly that it hurts.

"you can take it." you lean in, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head, and kento is suddenly twenty years old again with both of your arms thrown around him and your lips pressed right where you're still kissing him now, and he's leaving.

he's here now, and he's taking you the way he's never allowed himself to have you before, and nanami kento has so many regrets and every single fucking one of them wears your name and wields your smile.

"okay." kento forces himself to relax, to let you to sink into him deeper because you're here. you're right here and so is he, and if either of you are going to regret this come morning, then kento will do something worth remembering as well.

"good boy." he earns himself another kiss, to his hairline this time, and your hands tighten around his hips. kento lets out a sigh, sinking into the mattress underneath him, and finally allows himself be swallowed by the weight of your presence caging him in at the moment.

when you start moving, kento's heels dig into the small of your back and an ugly, desperate sound escapes his lips. before his hands can curl around the sheets, you catch them in your own. your fingers are intertwining themselves with his, and kento can only exist with awe as both his hands are pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. you press down on him, using it to anchor yourself as your hips keep fucking into him with steady pressure, and kento realises belatedly that half the reason why you can let go of your grip on his hips is because of his own legs caging your waist.

a soft sound escapes kento's throat at the sight; a whimper, a moan. you catch onto it, smile, and kiss it away as if it's a bruise that needs to be healed.

and, well. kento hadn't realised it until your mouth is sealing over his that it is— he feels raw all over, an exposed nerve flayed open above burning fire, suffocating all over, but he doesn't think he has ever felt more alive than he does in this moment. the sheets stick to his skin, and his hair is plastered against his forehead, and you're still looking at him like he's a miracle.

"kento." your voice is heavy, laden with the sound of your pleasure and exertion. kento has never heard his own name sound that way before: carrying so much weight, so much affection and reverence. it's terrifying.

it's beautiful. he has never felt more beautiful before.

he murmurs your name in return, clenching down on you, and he is entranced by the sight of your fluttering eyelids, of his name once again drifting from your lips in a feathery sigh. kento's own breaths stuttered at the sound, and he wants this all of a sudden. he wants all of it back. he wants you back.

nanami kento does not bode well with regrets, but you are one of the very few things in the world worth regretting. he regrets not listening, not asking you to come with him, not doing every single hideous and ugly thing he had thought of but never dared to commit. he regrets a whole lot of things all of a sudden, and it should feel like a burden but it feels like catharsis instead.

because in spite of his regrets, you are still here. years have passed by, and neither of you had stood still while waiting for the other, but you had still allowed him to carve a tiny, fleeting space into your life. it should be arbitrary, but it isn't. it isn't.

kento's back arches when he comes, fingers squeezing around yours, and his eyes roll back so far into his skull that he swears he can see the gods he doesn't believe in him smile at him. this is your second chance, they all seem to be saying to him, and kento doesn't actually need them to tell him that. he knows, and he intends to seize it.

he feels you fill him up, following his high swiftly after, as he shakes through the aftershocks. your voice reverberates from your chest and over to his ribs, rattling his heart and lungs, and kento can't breathe all of a sudden. i can have this, he thinks, dazed and high off sex and dopamine and revelations. i can have all of this.

you lift yourself up from him slightly, torsos still pressed against each other's comfortably. you're turning your head, likely about to ask him if he's doing okay because you're a good person like that, always have been a good person like that. even in his darkest moments, kento has always known your kindness. in the pits of hell, you are his light. you are what guides him back to port; you are what guides him back here, in hell or in heaven, he doesn't know anymore. this must be hell because it reeks with death, but you are here so it must be heaven. it is neither and it is both and it doesn't matter because kento is here with you and heaven or hell, both can be conquered as long as you were with him.

kento tries his best to live a life without regret and with such in mind, he reaches out and chases your lips with his. "don't go," he murmurs, soft against your lips, soft enough he hopes that you will see enough of it in him to at least hesitate before you go. "stay the night."

he never had to worry. your hand untangles from his, curling around his nape, and then your mouth his slotting over his once again. "okay," you tell him, just as soft. "i'll stay."