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jimingyue · 4 months

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🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

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what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

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op wheres the natural feeding option

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you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

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extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

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as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

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um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

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OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

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also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

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evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

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make your own pawst

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umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

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hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

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1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

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i know you fuckers are lying

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this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

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shut the heull up

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grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

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op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

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oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

#long post #cat #fake dashboard #unreality #dashboard simulator

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nozztaljia · 6 months

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ahh yess we’re back to the perpetual cycle:

categorise everything into good or bad

‘never say never’

#one is too rigid to be sustainable and yet I do it most naturally #one is an easy cop-out that could lead to degeneracy #decisions decisions

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erkhyan · 10 months

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On how a video game about fucking a bear interrupted furry discourse

People don’t realize the absolute comedy that just went through Furry social media.

See, feral smut (i.e. smut of four-legged characters who otherwise satisfy the Harkness test) has always been a contentious subject in the furry fandom, due to how easily it leads to unwarranted real-life accusations of zoophilia. It’s an annoying bit of discourse that has been rearing its head every other year since the modern fandom began four decades ago.

Which, you know, pretty rich, coming from the fandom where a pretty large percentage readily admit to having had some form of sexual awakening over the Lion King and My Little Pony franchises.

And anyway, that discourse was exactly what was going on last week. People getting harassed on Twitter, as an extension of the whole “groomer” moral panic. A lot of fandom relative newcomers parroting arguments right out of the Burned Furs movement (a late 1990s/early 2000s movement dedicated to “purifying” the furry fandom of “perversion” and “degeneracy”).

And then, just as the discourse was at its most heated, Baldur’s Gate 3 entered the chat.

Suddenly, everyone was talking about the game that will let you fuck a bear. Yes, a bear, as in Ursus arctos. A Druid shapeshifted into a bear, to be fair (again: the Harkness test), but a bear nonetheless.

And mainstream media erupted with reports that the game’s sales skyrocketed based on that scene alone.

And the discourse suddenly screeched to a hilariously embarrassed halt.

10/10 comedic timing, no notes.

#furry #furry fandom #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii

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jdragsky · 1 month

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warhammer 40k loves to call itself a satire of fascism and then depicts a universe in which all of the great fascistic anxieties and beliefs of its imperium (the enemy is everywhere, it is both weak and strong, we are eternal, any violence we commit is justified, our leader is our genetic superior, degeneracy will lead to the collapse of our society) are all objectively true, completely blunting any satirical edge it could have, but giving it just enough plausible deniability that games workshop can market to anyone of any ideology

#discourse #warhammer 40k #and like i say this as someone who LIKES warhammer 40k #a functional satire probably shouldnt present the people its satirizing as objectively correct given their circumstances

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autolenaphilia · 2 months

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It's interesting how intellectually inconsistent the arguments against "problematic" kinks like fauxcest, CNC and ageplay is. Like the anti-kink people get very heated about those kinks for "fetishizing/romanticizing" abuse. And the thing is, that's true for bdsm in general. It relies on roleplaying power inequalties, which would be very abusive if they were real.

That was in fact the argument of the 70s radfems who created the type of anti-kink discourse that relies on exploiting feminist concerns about abuse. They were against all forms of bdsm, including among (cis) lesbians. They used the same arguments we see against fauxcest and CNC today, for what is normal bdsm play.

And the radfems kinda lost this battle of the feminist sex wars, probably because it alienated a lot of the cis women they were recruiting from. Nowadays queer people of all genders do a lot of bdsm and anti-bdsm views don't get a lot of airtime.

Nowadays you see this anti-bdsm rhetoric mostly among proud terfs who use it to prove their hardcore bonafides. (Although I've seen some tenderqueers who admit that they think all bdsm is problematic too.)

And i think that's because the anti-kink people have decided to do a strategic retreat on this question. The radfems took a too extreme stance and alienated people who they otherwise could have recruited. So they have gone for easier targets. Kinks which are seen as extreme compared to "normal" bdsm, like fauxcest and CNC. And they target individual transfems accused of being into or even just "defending" these kinks with callouts and mobbing instead of condemning all the cis gays and lesbians into bdsm.

This leads to intellectual inconsistency. It's fine to play with whips in the bedroom,but doing CNC play is evil. One type of roleplaying abusive relationships is fine, but the other is bad. It's obvious hypocrisy to broaden the appeal of the message.

And of course, their transmisogynistic bias is obvious and I and others have noted this before. And even if the anti-kink people weren't transmisogynistic bigots, they will naturally target us for their moralistic crusade out of opportunism. We transfems are easy targets for callouts on these subjects, because transmisogyny primes people to easily view us as perverted sexual predators and those doing the callouts tend to have tme privilege over us.

And as I said before, the 70s radfems anti-bdsm position and their transmisogyny were intertwined. Janice Raymond literally diagnosed trans women in "The Transsexual Empire" with sadomasochism, something she views as inherently pathological.

And of course their arguments are bullshit anyway. Like sure a lot of kink fetishizes abuse, but I don't see that as a reason to condemn the people doing it. I don't see why I should care if someone gets off on a rape fantasy or CNC roleplay, because it's Not Real. I don't care about fictional murders for the same reason. Most arguments to the contrary tend to rely on the arch-reactionary concept of sexual degeneracy: "if you do enough fauxcest and CNC it will warp your mind and you'll eventually rape your relatives for real, or inspire someone to do so." It ignores the material societal conditions that lead to abuse in the real world.

#my writings #callout culture #kink discourse #purity culture

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astraaa3 · 2 months

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Yandere Lucifer and GN!Reader headCanon

A/N: Thank you for the request Anon. I absolutely loved writing thisss. Kisses and hugs. Feedback is much appreciated. Also, if you want to proofread this degeneracy that I write please feel free to shoot me a dm. Mwah. Now, let's get this bitch on the road.

Yandere!Lucifer X Gn!Reader

Note: The first few ideas/phrases/headcanons whatever you want to call them might not seem like straight-up Yandere behavior, but it will get there. Lucifer doesn't seem like the type to instantly go full "You're mine, you're not allowed to leave". You'll see what I mean by that~ Cw/tw: yandere behavior (obviously), given the first warning possessive and obsessive behavior are a given so keep an eye out for that as well; threats of violence; actual violence;

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Initially, you came to the Hazbin Hotel out of pure curiosity and boredom. You didn't actually think that sinners could get redeemed. After all, everyone here had their chance of leading a righteous life. That said, you ended up staying at the Hotel. Whether it was because of the Princess' puppy eyes that basically begged you to remain, or whether it was because you found yourself actually enjoying the company of the residents, you still didn't know why for sure.

It was a few weeks into your stay at the hotel when you first met Lucifer. It was apparently the first time Charlie saw her father in quite a while as well.

After Lucifer spent some (much-needed) father-daughter time with Charlie, he found himself at the bar right next to you. He was immediately taken aback by your looks. The two of you quickly found yourselves making some small talk. As most talks over a drink go, the topics took a deeper turn after a while, when Lucifer asked you "Do you really believe sinners can be redeemed?"

You smiled looking into your drink as if it could give you the words you couldn't find within yourself. Finishing your drink in one big gulp, you stood up, looking at Lucifer with a small smile: "Not really, no. But I think that if anyone can find a way to do it... it's Charlie" With that you left. Unknowingly leaving behind you a flustered King of Hell.

Since that discussion Lucifer found himself entranced by you. He analyzed everything about you. From the way your nose scrunched up with laughter whenever you were genuinely laughing, to the way you walked (he could already tell how you were feeling based solely on the way you stepped).

He made sure to bring you your favorite drink whenever you felt down, coaxing you into telling him whatever made you upset over a drink (or more than a drink if you didn't feel particularly sharing in regards to what made you upset).

And well, if it was someone that upset you, that person would find themselves on Lucifer's radar. (and if their bodies turned up later on, well, it's not like he would ever let you find out; he didn't want to risk losing your favor)

You found Lucifer's unyielding pursuit of finding everything about you to be quite cute. Yeah, maybe it was a bit over the top and spiraling out of control, but the silly crush you had developed for the King of Hell was jumping up and down with joy whenever you had his attention.

The first time Lucifer's possessive side came out you were arguing with another sinner in the Hotel's lobby. The sinner was some runt who thought he would be able to get his hands on Angel Dust if he stayed in the hotel. Having grown fond of the resident porn star you defended your friend giving the sinner a verbal lashing. Lucifer just watched on amused and annoyed (that your attention was not on him) his love-sick smile turning into an enraged frown when the sinner proposed that the two of you "made love instead of war". HOW FUCKING DARE HE. Not only did he dare look at what belonged to the King of Hell. Not only did he dare to imply defiling your precious innocent body. He dared to utter the word 'love' while looking at you.

Lucifer's patience snapped and with a snap of his fingers, a portal opened beneath the sinner's feet teleporting him high up in the sky on the other side of the Pentagram. You looked shocked at Lucifer. Seeing him angry on your behalf... It was hot.

That night was one of the many the two of you found yourselves falling into bed together, soon after making your relationship official.

As days passed, Lucifer started making more and more odd requests: "My love, could you please tell me whenever you leave the hotel?", "You should leave some of your clothes over at my place, for simplicity's sake." , "Could you please stop talking to (Friend Name)? I... think they may be harboring feelings for you. I think I actually heard them admit to that once. I'm sorry if I'm overreacting but since Lilith left me....", "Darling, I know we haven't dated for long, but I would love it if you were to move in. I know you love the hotel, but I want to make sure you are safe. No? I... alright. We'll talk about it later, it's going to be ok".

The moment that made you realize that Lucifer's obsession was more serious than you thought was after the battle against Adam and the exorcist angels. You got hurt in the chaos of the battle. It was just a stab wound, but when Lucifer saw it, he flipped. With a serious tone, he looked at you, a crazed look in his eyes: "You are going to make a contract with me. You are going to give your soul to me. I will not hear any objections. You clearly can't take care of yourself. So, do we have a deal?"

You reflexively nodded out of fear, having not seen your lover so serious.... so obsessed.... so possessive. This was the first time you looked at Lucifer and saw The King of Hell, the Devil from the Bible. As he gently took your hand shaking it he smiled, the crazed look never leaving his eyes, he cupped your face gently "It's going to be alright, my love, I will take care of everything. I will make sure that you never need for anything. And you will never leave me, after all, you are the apple of my eye."

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Small prompt: After the deal

It has been two months since you moved in with Lucifer. Your lover wouldn't take no for an answer. And well, you couldn't really say no to him anyway.... After the initial apprehension ended, you fell into a domestic routine with Lucifer: he would coax you to wake up with small kisses peppered across your face, kisses which turned into full-blown sleepy make-out sessions the moment you were awake; afterward, he would make breakfast for the two of you (the duck-shaped pancakes being your favorite); then, the two of you would go to the Hotel to check up on everyone or whatever else the two of you felt like doing; at the end of the day you would take a bath with Lucifer as he would make love to you, your body warm and soft from the hot water; you ended the day with a kiss. The next day it was the same routine. And the next. And the next.

Wherever you went, whatever you did, Lucifer was there with you. Initially, you were bothered by it, feeling like your privacy was forcefully taken from you. But as Lucifer whispered sweet nothings into your ear, as he would hug you to his chest proclaiming his love for you, as he would make love to you cradling your face and telling you that you're his... You slowly forgot what it was like to have time alone.

When you first realized how much of your time Lucifer monopolized you tried going on a walk alone. That was the first time since the deal when you saw Lucifer get truly angry. Golden chains wrapped around your body, you were tied to your bed, his smile overly sweet as he caressed your face: "You see how easy it is for someone to just kidnap you? What if someone tried doing something to you, my love? You are so weak and pure, I can't let those dirty sinners touch or even glance at you. Now then, you can play with the duckies while I make sure that no one who saw you today sees the light of day again." with that, he kissed your lips sweetly before leaving you there tied to the bed, with a rubber duck on your chest.

After that, you never tried leaving again, too afraid that maybe your lover's ire will turn to you this time around. But Lucifer would never. He loved you, obsessively so. Maybe... it wasn't that bad letting him lock you away in the gilded cage you called home. After all, did you really need anything else when you already had him?

#lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel headcanon #lucifer morningstar x reader

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transmutationisms · 3 months

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In a different ask about Mark Fisher, you mentioned that he “…had some reactionary tendencies that you can see in, for example, the way he talked about 'depressive anhedonia' and what that reveals about his attitude toward pleasure. many such cases on the academic left.” Can you elaborate on this and why do you think it is so prevalent on the academic left?

i guess the more accurate way i would rephrase myself is that this is an attitude common to the overculture and consequently to academia, but that i find to be particularly hypocritical when it comes from people styling themselves as 'leftists'—broadly speaking there's a real fear that 'excessive' pleasure or leisure (this is often conflated with the procurement of luxury consumer goods) is morally corrupting, distracts from or hinders political action, arrests personal growth, &c. often this idea of a coddled, pampered, pleasure-ridden younger generation is explicitly counterposed to a reactionary fantasy of past generations of 'hard workers' who performed physical labour or didn't have ipads or whatever the issue du jour is. it's bad analysis because it blames the nebulous idea of 'too much enjoyment' for what are actually real and pressing political issues: for example, whose labour made the ipad and under what conditions?

there's a huge & critical difference between saying that the procurement of luxury consumer goods for global northerners is predicated on imperial exploitation of the global south, and saying that the goods are simply 'bad', metaphysically, because they make life too enjoyable and people too soft. it comes out of a tendency among academics to a) ignore, minimise, or just not think about imperialism in their attempts to critique capitalism and b) treat the superstructural effects (culture, ideology, psychological experience) as though they are the causal factors, leading to sloppy lazy 'moral degeneracy' theorising that does nothing to liberate anyone and instead just thinks itself into a pit of condescending despair.

#mark fisher

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dnd-smash-pass-vs · 7 months

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My wife was watching an 80s Satanic Panic D&D PSA this evening, talking about how it leads to moral degeneracy and whatnot.

I showed her the snash or pass tournament and we agreed - if those people knew what D&D players would actually be up to 40 years later they'd have died on the spot. Thank you for your contribution to society <3

#not tournament #answers

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moonspirit · 17 days

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A hot take(?) but it's Annie who has the breeding kink and ends up passing it on/influencing Armin. She's the source of the degeneracy

Okay, this is gonna get N/SFW.

You're not wrong. Annie IS the source of Armin's wild side. One look at her and he's got a million crazy ideas he wants to try with her.

But to put it simply, Annie's the horny one. Armin's the freaky one. Both play into each other you know.

Annie can get needy, so desperately needy she's clawing off his clothes and begging for him to fuck her. Armin, however, uses her horniness to test out his freaky ideas and to experiment, because when she needs him that bad, there's little chance she's really going to stop him from doing whatever he's got in mind.

So maybe Annie's the one preventing him from pulling out when he's about to finish, and it leads to him releasing inside her. For Annie, this is pure need, all physical pleasure and ecstasy, in not letting him go because her legs are wrapped too tightly around his waist he can't move away.

For Armin though, it's the psychological element of finishing inside her. Because holy shit, that looks and feels so good, once he actually recovers from his high. She was so far gone she didn't even care that he didn't pull out - and what does this result in? Armin wanting to keep doing it, keep finishing in her each time, she's just going to have to get pregnant then, no way around it.

Of course, there's also the whole situation of Annie actually getting pregnant, having that pregnancy glow, and Annie herself asking him for more babies and all that - that's a whole other tangent now xD

#you're not helping me get into angsty aruani mindset if you keep feeding my filthy thoughts anon :<#anon ask #aruani #headcanon #smut #aruannie #attack on titan #armin arlert #annie leonhart #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #armin x annie #arminarlert #annie leonhardt

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veliseraptor · 1 year

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I feel like presently there is a lot of focus in fandom, one way or another, on the question of whether or not a characters' actions were "justified" or not, and I have begun to find it increasingly exhausting, not just because it tends to end with really bad takes about characters I like and/or what strike me as shallow misreadings of the text, but because at its base I don't think it is either a productive or interesting line of conversation.

The question "is this character justified in doing [x]?" is inherently one that is going to have a yes or no answer. I suppose one could make an argument for there also being a "maybe" in there. From there, someone can dig into the evidence as to why they chose their yes or no answer, why they believe their answer is correct and somebody else's alternative response is wrong.

There might be an endless proliferation of arguments that could hypothetically be made, but typically I find that they end up boiling down to maybe three or four "themes" that then repeat and iterate across a fandom. Sometimes fandom laws of gravity will also cause one influential fan's strained reading of canon to become so ingrained in broader understanding of a text in a way that makes people start to play a game of telephone that then relates increasingly less to the source text than it does to the fandom conversation. Whatever happens, though, however people choose to argue their point, the fact remains that the conversation is set up so that there is a right/wrong claim being made. Furthermore, because "justification" most often rests on a question of ethical or moral standards, that claim is going to have a moral dimension, which leads very rapidly to people both (a) tying their own morality or their opponent's morality to their position on the question ("you must be a bad person because you think [x character] was justified!") and consequently (b) making the argument itself no longer about the character's justification but also a form of self justification.

All of this results in a lot of very acrimonious back and forth with no real results and which doesn't generate interesting new conversation, and the point I'm trying to make here is that, while "people yelling at each other on the internet" is of course an integral part of fandom that will always be present, I think this line of argument in particular generates a lot of circular arguments that just end with people convinced of their righteousness and their opponents' moral degeneracy.

Contrast this with other potential questions or considerations about fictional characters and the role they play in the story - "why did they do [x]? what drove this decision?" for instance, or "what are the influences that shaped this character the most?" or even, if one must consider the question of justification, what about "why did this character think they were justified, or, if they didn't believe they were in the right, why did they make the choices they did anyway?" These kinds of questions refuse a binary axis of yes/no, right/wrong, and therefore open up conversations that can both dig more deeply into a character and don't position people on two opposing sides, while also stepping back from an analytic practice that is built on trying to unearth the morals of a text.

I know that one text post by me, a relatively insignificant villain blogger on tumblr.com, isn't going to change the tenor of fandom arguments. There might not be a point in me writing this up at all. But I just think it might be worth considering, when engaging with fandom, thinking about other ways to interrogate a text than questions of whether or not x character was "justified."

#lise has opinions #who knew!#just was thinking about this after my post...was it yesterday? sometime recently #important text posts #anyway returning to writing fucked up fic where everybody suffers

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thesinningblog · 1 year

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Content Warning: Degeneracy hours, pervy demon brothers, underwear sniffing, underwears, everyday I stray further away from god, no gendered pronouns used for reader

Set in Nightbringer. MC still disguised as a demon. (Yes, can you see the pattern here? It's the identity porn for me, I'm interested in it.)

Being the demon brothers' attendant but they keep asking for your used underwear every time you go to HoL. It's like your very own entrance pass.

The moment you step into the entrance to the house, someone would be there with a hand out and patiently waiting for you to surrender the underwear that you're currently wearing.

They don't even give you any privacy as they stare you down until you strip your lower clothes and hand them your undergarment. They want to see you take it off with their eyes and won't leave until you do so. What's more, some of them would even unashamedly sniff your own underwear in front of you without breaking eye contact to assert their dominance. Lucifer, Satan, and Belphegor are those whom I'm sure would definitely do this.

You're kind of miffed since you're losing more underwear than you can buy so when you brought this up with the demon brothers in an attempt to make them stop, they just start giving you underwear they personally picked out for you. Now you have all sorts of underwear to choose from, some cute and comfy, others sexy and lewd.

Everyday is a russian roulette for you but it's sex. If you're lucky enough and you pick the undergarments the brother who's waiting for you at the door favors, it'll lead to some sweet, intense love-making. If you're unlucky, they tease you and leave you hard and horny the whole day.

On some occasion, they actually give you their own underwear to wear. Whether it's been used or fresh out of laundry is up for debate, though.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me smut #obey me mc #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me imagine #obey me imagines

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patricia-taxxon · 1 year

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I do not understand what moral framework would lead you to think CNC is morally permissible specifically for the sub role. Like, surely if you've decided that private roleplay is subject to the same moral considerations as any art piece, then both parties would be complicit in creating rape propaganda. Like, I often tell my doms out of character what I'd like them to do, if you've decided that the dom is ethically dubious then I'm just as bad.

But also, if I accept this dichotomy then I'd have to morally condemn all my RP partners, so it's as good as throwing the whole thing in the "degeneracy" bin anyways. I mean, I'd also have to stop being a switch, and that's no fun.

#cilantromixture

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iris-of-bliss · 4 months

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𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝔹𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕩 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: Kabal was supposed to be someone you can attempt to pull intel from. Instead of focusing on your job, you let the curse of degeneracy take over you.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Teasing, Spanking, Fingering, Creampie

Word Count: 3.5k

It was about time the Special Forces captured one of Black Dragon’s dangerous criminals. The man in question was speed demon Kabal, Kano’s right-hand man. Despite their efforts, the SF team managed to collect very little intel they could. Their main goal was to find the Black Dragon’s leader and obtain the amulet of Shinnok before he captures it. They needed to find him quick after his sudden departure. Locating Kano is the first thing to figure out, but how can it be possible? One way to find out is to force information out of Kabal. You were chosen by Sonya Blade to take care of the job since you were known to be one of the best interrogators out there. After hearing about the suspect, your heart suddenly jumps. It was apparent that you and Kabal have known each other before. The one occurrence where he kidnapped you. You thought this was going to be your last day on Earthrealm until being saved by the Special Forces. Now you’re led to confronting him once again.

“Y/N, the guards have Kabal relocated in an interrogation room. He’s also cuffed to the table,” Sonya explained to you.

You reply, “So we’re ready, then?”

Sonya nods, “The guards will lead the way. If there is any issue, just let them know. Good luck in there.”

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You end up following the guards toward a dimly lit hallway. The hall wasn’t too long through the facility, but the room itself was completely soundproof for exchanging crucial intel. This conversation is only kept between you and Kabal. No one else would be able to hear the smallest peep from either party. You had all of the questions you needed for this session, and this will all be over with.

After arriving to the door, one of the guards informed, “We’ll be right outside. If the guy’s giving you trouble, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

You nod before entering the shallow room. The lights inside were brighter compared to the hallway. You were welcomed with a disinterested Kabal, one wrist cuffed to the table. His eyes focus on the wall of the room while his arms were crossed. You silently shut the door before approaching to an open seat in front of the criminal. Kabal snapped out of his daydreaming as he turns his head to face you. He forms a smirk with relief that it was just you.

“It’s been a while,” he chuckled, “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did,” you respond naturally. It was important to at least go easy on him first before slowly getting to the point. You knew the ropes to interrogating a suspect, so this should go smoothly.

You then ask Kabal, “Those handcuffs, they don’t make you feel uncomfortable, do they?”

“Nah, not at all,” he replies, “You care about me, don’t you?”

This guy was already getting on your nerves, but you won’t let him get on your good side that easy. Not when there is an important job to do. Though you never denied that he was quite handsome himself. He is still a crooked bastard at the end of the day. Hopefully, you won’t start falling for him during the interrogation.

You sighed, “I only want to make sure that you’re comfortable, that’s all. Not even a glass of water?”

Kabal shook his head while maintaining his focus on you. Every part of you made him feel content in his surroundings. He also had something else to get off his chest before getting to the main point. Oh no, he wasn’t feeling thirsty at all. Let’s just say that he had his stomach tied to a knot. Something that you would find out soon.

“Alright, let’s just start off then,” you began, “How about we go straight to the beginning-“

“At ease, my sweet Y/N,” he cut you off.

“I-How do you know my name?”

“Don’t worry about it, I thought if I could say something important first.”

Now this was out of the blue. You expected for Kabal to at least listen, but of course he is being cocky as usual. It was obvious for you to deny the request, but a tiny piece of you begged to pay attention to him. It felt weird all of a sudden. Why the hell are you developing odd feelings towards him? Sure, you found the guy attractive, but he’s working for the most dangerous criminal organization in Earthrealm. God damn it. You went the easy route and let the criminal explain himself. This time, Kabal chose to take control of the conversation.

“Alright, talk,” you held a stern tone. It was time to at least get it off his chest.

“You remember the time I kidnapped you, right?” he asks first in which he earns a nod, “Well, Kano ordered me to kill you, but…”

What was he getting at now? A distraction to soon keep yourself aimed at his speech? He’s somebody who can rather gain your trust than not slip up any sort of intel. Kabal’s quick scheming was questionable, but the possibility of it working is up to how he nails it. He may at least give this a shot.

Kabal leaned forward as he continues, “His request wasn’t really my cup of tea. Here’s the truth, ever since I saw you and at least, well, learned about you…I kinda like you.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. The speed demon’s confession was certainly out of the blue. You were fortunate that he shared the same feelings towards you. Weird enough that the both of you sided in different factions. He was your Romeo while you were his Juliet. Regardless, it doesn’t matter if it was similar to some kind of fairy tale. If the relationship were to happen, then how will this be able to work? Best solution was to keep it a secret, but this might even come out sooner or later. You didn’t want to look like a complete fool in front of the unit. These people are hungry for intel. You never wanted to disappoint them, even Sonya Blade for fuck’s sake. The god damn general.

“Wait, seriously? That’s all you needed to tell me?” you felt your heart jump, “But what the hell was the point even!?”

Kabal rambled on, “I know. I know. That wasn’t one thing you wanted to hear, but it’s true. I could also tell that you feel the same way, I even figured that out after I snatched you from the SF…”

His voice drained into a whisper as he finished his last sentence. You were speechless whilst feeling heat form on your face. He wasn’t wrong though. You quickly regain a memory when Kabal acted flirtatious to you while being alone in his room. Kano had no idea he kept you away from the entire Black Dragon, hidden secretly the whole time. After viewing him maskless, you were unsure of what to say. All you could think of was how attractive he is. Kabal can tell from your movements and eyes staring at him. A smirk formed every time he noticed this. He savored every moment that remained.

“K-Kabal, I…”

“You want me too, don’t you?”

It was obvious enough. Your heart longed for this man. There isn’t any going back now. He’s gotten you completely hooked.

“How about we make a deal, dollface?” Kabal rests his hand above yours, “If you want that intel, then I oughta make each other feel good.”

You raise a brow, “Feel good? I…I’m not risking my job over that!”

Kabal brushes it off, “Oh, but I’m sure you would. Your body doesn’t lie, but those words of yours can.”

Holy shit, he’s a smooth fucker. He doesn’t need to question your soaking between thighs during the session. You became redder and huff at his words. It was all too easy for him. He had you in chains while waiting for any sort of reaction. His thumb rubs across your knuckles before bringing the hand into a small kiss. Your eyes look down to the table as you sigh. A shower of guilt brought itself upon you. You actually wanted Kabal to be in your life. Was this going to be worth a try?

“Besides, nobody outside this room can hear, right?” he wanted to make sure.

“Yes, it’s been tested before. Absolutely no one can hear. Even with a couple of guards behind us…”

Kabal slipped his hand away from yours. His eyes stare still back at you. One of your high heels pressed the edge of the outsole against the floor, twisting in back and forth motions. Your anxiety has been kicking in since the start. The interrogation began to fade away while starving lust rang in your head. You couldn’t take the wait anymore. You were staring down at the table for a minute before he interrupted, “Then climb on the table and kiss me.”

Your eyes widen with a shocked look. You look up at Kabal as he held a blank expression. He wanted to make sure that you really desire the enjoyment, regardless if this was about exchanging information or not. First things first though, that handcuff he was attached to. You wanted to take it off him.

“The handcuff, I can take that off first. Luckily, I’ve brought in a paper clip to help with that,” your voice sounded quiet.

You pull out the clip from one of your shirt pockets before leaning forward to adjust the lock. You remember about the time a cop friend of yours told you about how paper clips could also work as keys for cuffs. It was a quite boring day at the usual workplace, so you would end up being distracted learning new things. The cuff clicked open for the criminal’s wrist to release as well as the table itself. He scoots his chair back a little and leans back with his arms crossed. A smirk plasters on his face, “Now you’re willing to kiss me, dollface?”

Breathing out a nervous sigh, you crawled above the table’s surface facing Kabal. He motioned you towards him in order to achieve a kiss. Inching close to him, your lips touch his and share soft kisses together. There was a slight chapness around his mouth colliding with your softness. You pause for a brief moment before kissing again. This time, your hands cup his face so the kiss can deepen. You bit his lip for an entry in which he allowed you to clash tongues. The bitter taste of possibly tequila was hinted. Kabal stayed still with arms crossed. He wasn’t ready to touch yet unless you begged for him to do so. You hum into the kiss until breaking for air. Your partner chuckled at the reaction.

You lick your lips, “Mm…Kabal, I want you to touch me already.”

Kabal raises a brow, “You really want this, huh?”

“Yes, please. Do anything you want to me…”

He scoots in before pulling you into a kiss by your arms. You knew how extremely touch starved you were for him since the first encounter, and so did he. Kabal’s sturdy hands touching your soft skin felt like a dream to you. He stood up while keeping you raised to his height. The sweet session continued on as your knees remain on the table. Your hands hold Kabal’s shoulders tight, quickening the kisses in the process. Erupting moans cry out for his touch. You were completely submitted to him. There was no way in hell that you would end up refusing such a gratifying offer. Pulling away once again, you kept your partner close and slid your face down his partially exposed chest. Arms surround his torso whilst your lips desperately pepper the skin along with a few licks by your tongue. A pool of warmth occurs in your stomach. You craved for him hard. Even Kabal could tell after a soft laugh let out.

“Heh, take it easy, doll,” he whispered with a smack to your ass, earning a quick yelp. You paused so Kabal can help you stand up on the floor by grabbing your hand. He then trails his hands along your waist. They encircle your figure in rubbing motions to keep you turned on. Feeling clumsy, your body leans into the merc’s to take in his touch. Wetness continues to seep between your thighs as your high heel stood on its tip, your leg arching forward. Kabal was so warm against you. Like a living, breathing heater in a cold and silent room.

He asks you a favor, “Strip away your clothes. I’d love to see your gorgeous skin in front of me.”

Without hesitation, you pull back to remove each piece of clothing starting with your dress shirt. You toss it to the side of the room along with your bra. Kabal stepped back while he watched, admiring every move you make. Your hands grip the edges of your skirt before pulling it down to toss at the same area. The last piece attached was your panties. You slowly slid them down your legs with sticky fluid covering the gusset spot. The panty’s waist band flings from your heels until finally thrown across the room. You decided to keep your heels on in which Kabal didn’t mind at all. In his eyes, you are an image of perfection. Oh the dirtiest things he could do to you right then and there. Still, the both of you can’t stick around for too long or else the guards would start getting suspicious. Kabal takes a few steps to box you in between himself and the table. His hand guides over the handcuffs to grab in order to restrain you. He takes both your wrists before cuffing them together, causing you to bite your lip at the sight. This eventually makes the personal experience twice as fun.

He caresses your face with the back of his hand until ordering, “Bend over on the table.”

You immediately turn around to rest your body along the steel table, the chilly contact of metal sending you goosebumps. There is an obvious sensation of your nipples becoming erect by the temperature. It causes you to whimper with your forearms laid flat against the surface. The sound was easy to hear for that Black Dragon bastard, and he fell in love with it. A gloved hand squeezed your rear gently, causing yourself to stand on your toes. Your back arches from the light pleasure. You prepped your legs by spreading them apart. His teasing kept going whilst he clicks his belt undone with a zip to his fly. Kabal needed to be inside you and fast. He springs his cock out before slipping his fingers in your slick entrance, allowing it to throb and await for him.

You shiver with a cry, “Oh, Kabal! Just knock me up already…”

“Heh, trust me. You won’t regret this.”

He then replaces his thick fingers with his hard cock, slowly entering in its entirety. His breath hitched by your tightness while you release a moan of satisfaction. The pulse and veins from Kabal’s sex was something you never expected to feel. After successfully bottoming out, Kabal leans into your ear. His husky breathing makes contact with your skin, “You better be ready for me.”

Before you could question him, steady thrusts begin to attack your drenched walls. No matter how much noise you try to keep away, the mercenary felt so fucking good. Slips of whimpers and mewls were audible enough for Kabal to hear. His hands grip your waist to better position himself as he still fucks you. He leaned back to see the sight of your ass repeatedly slamming against his abdomen. It turned him on even more. Better yet Kabal ends up talking dirty to you.

“Look at yourself getting fucked by me instead of doing your job,” he teases, “Such a bad girl you are.”

He lands a smack to your ass, earning a loud moan from you. Your thighs were getting weaker when Kabal’s thrusts got quicker. The heating friction producing fluid helped with his pacing. Each hit of your sweet spot made you bite your lip. Eyes roll back after receiving a harsh pound to your cunt. Oh yes, such a great feeling to have this after all that waiting. This is way more gratifying than just sitting down and partaking in chit chat. Who gives a shit about interrogating for the Special Forces. Fuck them and this job right now. Both of you were horny and desired for sexual pleasure. Fortunately, you can keep getting knocked up as long as you wanted to.

During these impure activities, you notice Kabal hunched down to your shoulder. He softly bites your ear followed by another smack to your skin. Your cries turned louder within the room. He kneads the skin until popping it again. Kisses combined with Kabal’s breathing contacted with your neck.

“I always thought about a beautiful dame being able to work with me. Maybe bring in a little more assistance,” he whispers, “You’re way better off staying with me than those SF asshats.”

You sigh clueless, “Kabal, I…”

He knew those words were not able to convince much, but your responses were a sure sign of it. You might end up siding with the Black Dragon, especially Kabal, or whatever else may occur in the future. Of course you want to be by Kabal’s side. Everything about him you yearned for. Why pass this on?

“C’mon, Y/N. Join me, and leave the SF behind,” he carries on with his convincing.

You mutter, “I-I really want to be in your life, but I- oh!”

The mercenary kisses your cheek before leaning just above you. He thrusted the hardest he could along your aching walls. With your body completely pressed against the table, both feet rose up from the floor. One of your heels hung downward thanks to the fulfilled satisfaction. Kabal then rubs your side with one of his hands before latching. His teeth clenched into an upcoming climax. You felt the same way with endless sounds of arousal. It was so hot between you and your partner. The atmosphere turned steamy. God, you didn’t want any of this to end. You desired for him to keep fucking you like this.

Your words stumble, “Ah-Mmm fuck! I’m going…I’m going to cum, Kabal!”

Within a few more shifts, the hot orgasm erupts from you first before Kabal. During the process, his thrusts didn’t stop yet. The slamming into your entry caused fluid bits to spew outside of it. The merc groans from each intense hit through you. Your legs quivered when he finally ceased and bottomed out. The last sound you let out was an aching whimper. Kabal chuckled as he slid out of you with a grunt. His eyes studied over the work he did to you. The dripping sight of his white fluid coated over you gave him a proud grin. He licked his lips and inserts his fingers in you, picking up some of the ejaculate. Your stomach tenses by the act until his fingers swiftly enter into your parted lips. Your eyes lidded whilst you suck on them, admiring the taste of Kabal. Such a lovely treat from a dirty criminal. Fingers were pulled out after the cum was licked off clean. He rubs his hand against your rear.

“I assume you’re still thinking about it.”

Kabal adjusts his pants before gathering your clothes from the side of the room. He returns to place the pile next to your panting form. You needed a quick breather before returning to the task at hand. This should be long enough to keep Sonya and her squad waiting. Kabal caresses your back and reminds you, “Hurry and put your clothes back on. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

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“Kano is negotiating with Shao Kahn?! Shit,” Blade swears to herself, “Even likely that he’s using him in order to obtain the amulet.”

You nod in response, “Yes, Blade. That is all the information I could gather.”

“I’m surprised you managed to grab some intel out of that guy. He’s a pretty tough nut to crack, but you did an impressive job. I’m proud of you.”

Hearing footsteps from a distance, you both turned to a couple of guards leading a cuffed Kabal by his arms. They halt before you to await any request from the general. Kabal’s eyes kept shifting between you and Sonya. Looks like there’s more shit to deal with on his part.

“I’ll meet back with you later,” she closes off the conversation, “C’mon, put him back in his cell.”

Blade motions them to follow her from behind. As they approach to their destination, you could have sworn that you caught Kabal smirking at you on the way to his cell. His sly attitude made you blush lightly. You can even still feel the dampness in your panties. Looking downward, you catch a very thin tear of white fluid paused at your ankle.

You gasp quietly in shock, “Shit! I can’t let anyone see this…”

Your legs close together in a panic. Kabal definitely fucked you pretty good in there. Maybe this was the reason why he gave that mischievous look? Hurriedly, you searched for the nearest restroom you can.

#mortal kombat #mk kabal #kabal #kabal x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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Some thoughts on The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

I found out about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley from an ”antiship” blog that I was on solely to block, because these people are always violent callout culture transmisogynists. Them getting very upset about this game having incest in it piqued my interest. The art looked interesting, and if these people hate it, it can’t be all bad.

(Case in point about the transmisogyny, from my understanding some people tried to dox the pseudonymous and secretive developer of this game, Nemlei. And the motivation was to prove the doxxer’s suspicion that Nemlei is a trans woman, because “only a trans woman could create such degeneracy.”)

Sure enough, TCOAAL is actually a nuanced and well-written psychological dark comedy /horror game. This is going to be more of a preliminary analysis than a review so full spoilers beyond this point. It’s by necessity preliminary since the game isn’t finished yet. My review is: go buy it if you are a fellow sicko who enjoys interesting stories about cannibalism and incest and like visual novels.

TCOAAL uses a trick from more transgressive forms of horror fiction, where the protagonists are not the heroes, but the villains, and the story is from their perspective. Andrew and Ashley Graves are murderers who kill people, sacrifice their souls to demons and cannibalize their bodies. They would be the villains of a more conventional horror story, their crimes investigated and thwarted by some heroic detective perhaps. But in this type of story, you are denied the comfort of heroes, or even innocent victims as you watch the protagonists twisted psychology lead them to commit terrible deeds.

The tone of the story mostly isn’t really horror, but very dark comedy, kinda Jhonen Vasquez-ish. The horrors are portrayed with a gleeful flippant tone, and cute appealing art. The tone mirrors how especially Ashley feels about her crimes. The game’s tone gets serious sometimes, going for straight horror occasionally, acknowledging how heartbreaking yet insane the Graves situation is, but there is a deep vein of the blackest humor.

Andrew and Ashley

Andy and Leyley themselves have this co-dependent toxic abusive sibling dynamic. Ashley is emotionally abusive, extremely possessive and manipulative towards Andrew. But her beloved Andy is the only person she actually cares about, and the rest she is able to kill with gleeful abandon in her heart.

Yet Andrew is not purely a victim. I’m going to talk at length about him, because the gap between how he describes himself and what the game shows is fascinating. I’m not the first to point this out. And it even extends to the game’s promotional material, like this official art on the game’s steam page is actually subverted by the game itself.

His character is not "doormat extraordinaire" who just "exists", the words "very not good, in fact very bad" apply to him too.

He is a victim, and loves to point at times how exploited, manipulated and abused he is by Ashley and he’s of course right. But he also uses that as an excuse for the horrific violence he commits, that he is just a doormat has been manipulated and corrupted by Ashley. “I was just being manipulated by Ashley to do it” is his variation on the old Nuremberg defense for his crimes. He has no sense of personal responsibility, no understanding that even if someone else tells you to do it, you are still responsible for your actions.

And the game itself proves that “it’s all Ashley” is not really true. A lot of the violence and murder are definitely on Andrew’s own initiative. He is violent towards Ashley too, the abuse is reciprocal. And he like Ashley doesn’t care much about other people. He gets distraught about killing people, but if you follow his dialogue, he is mostly freaked out about the consequences for himself. He is dependent on Ashley as someone who he can lay all the responsibility and blame for his own actions for. And of course, there is genuine affection there, because things are complex. He was parentified to take care of Ashley as a child and still has the drive to be her caretaker and protector.

It’s a fascinating pair of characters, and an interesting dynamic to observe.

“Der Mensch lebt nur von Missetat allein”

And the game’s writing is smart enough to have them not be an individualized evil, that came out of nowhere. Andrew and Ashley are the products of a neglectful and cold parents. Their mother made Andrew the favorite, but basically in order to parentize him to take care of his younger sister. And their dad can’t even remember the names of his kids. Not that the cycle of abuse starts with the parents, the mother had Andrew and Ashley when she was 15 and 17 respectively. But that doesn’t excuse how they ultimately, sell their kids’s lives for money to an organ harvesting scheme. This scheme is strongly implied to be part of an hilariously over-the-top soda company, toxisoda (it’s implied their soda is literally made from humans, so the company is doing the same thing that Ashley and Andy does, but on an industrial scale).

This is the situation that pushes Andy and Ashley to become evil murder-cannibals horror movie villains they become. They are deliberately being starved to death, and decide human meat is preferable to that. And the point here is obvious. To quote Brecht, “Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral” or in english translation “Food is the first thing. Morals follow on.” Andy and Ashley are bad people who kill and eat other people, but they are the product of an evil society. A family system where children are property of their parents to be abused and sold. And ultimately a capitalist system which kills people to feed others, a societal and systematic version of what Andew’s and Ashley does. They literally become cannibals to escape becoming literally or essentially cannibalized themselves by the capitalist system. Capitalism is a system which works on prey and predator dynamics, and they just fought to became predator instead of prey. To further quote the same song by Brecht, in capitalism, “Der Mensch lebt nur von Missetat allein” or in english “mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.” And in that broader view, Andrew and Ashley’s small-scale evil is dwarfed by the system they are born into.

Incest

It’s with all this context the game’s treatment of incest must be understood. It’s a horror game, about two siblings with a fucked-up abusive relationship. Of course there is incest, it’s far from being the worst thing these two do. The game only gets more explicit about incest in one optional ending, but it’s there explicitly and subtextually from the very start. Ashley jokes about it repeatedly, it’s there in the possessive jealousy Ashley feels for any of Andrew’s girlfriends, it’s implied in the casual physical intimacy of the siblings. Like it’s very obvious that their fucked-up but close relationship can lead there right from the beginning of episode 1. It’s a very natural conclusion to their dynamic. And the characters know it, Ashley definitely knows it, and their own mother accuses them of it. Andrew denies his mother’s accusation of fucking Ashley, and he’s probably not lying at that moment, but his relationship with Ashley leading there make perfect sense and he is not just capable of admitting that. Anyone who claims to have played this game and then claims be shocked that there is an optional incestous ending can’t have been paying much attention. This is the incest cannibalism game.

The Graves siblings are heading towards committing more murder as long as they stay alive, and incest is a minor sin for them. And probably not even the unhealthiest way for their relationship to develop. It definitely won’t fix them, but I doubt it will make things much worse.

And condemning the game morally is just absurd. This is a horror game, and you are outraged about the incest and not the murder-cannibalism? The Graves siblings relationship is not portrayed as healthy and the incest is part of that.

In fact the game portrays this double-standard in the actual story. It’s the possibility of her kids committing incest that finally makes Mamma Graves admit she is “the worst mother ever”, and not the whole selling the lives of her kids for money thing.

Sure, there is a fair argument to make that the incest is romanticized and fetishized. Ashley and Andrew are certainly drawn as attractive, and even the abusive elements can be part of the fetish. But the thing is, Ashley and Andrew are not real people, it’s fiction, it’s not real incest, so if people get off to it, I have no reason to see it as a problem.

The antiship blogger was actually especially angery about this official art from a devlog and honestly after playing the game, it kinda sums up my feelings about the incest controversy:

#the coffin of andy and leyley #my writings #gravescest #kinda #also i had much fun quoting brecht here #the coffin of andy and leyley spoilers

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occasionalrpmemes · 8 months

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Amigo the Devil: Volume 1 Starters

sentences taken from the 2015 album. edit as desired. warning: this one does NOT pass the Hayes Code lmao. content includes, but is not limited to: sex, violence (both domestic and otherwise), alcohol, strong language, religion, general moral degeneracy, et cetera

It's all for you.

I'd rot in hell with you, if you'd just ask me to.

Come on, believe me, follow me home, there's no judgement here.

Take the shot.

This night is going to end horribly for someone.

I'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up.

Open up to me.

The Devil came and sold his fucking soul to me!

If I've hurt you, please forgive me. Love makes you do funny things.

This fire feels so real.

Don't say a word, my darling. I know how you feel.

On rainy days, we'll drink until the gray is left in nothing but our hair.

I know you want it, too.

I'll lay by your side 'til everything is rotten through.

Tonight, we'll celebrate life! Eat the best food and drink the best wine.

I hope your husband dies.

Are you feeling upside down or even empty inside?

Meet me down by the bar. We'll go and take this drink out to the stars.

Death is just one moment.

Some people follow rules, some people go around.

As an elephant, I'm only really relevant when I'm standing in the room.

I am the son of an asshole.

No one deserves my world quite like you do.

I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough.

God knows I'll do what I need.

These hands are stronger than you're led to believe.

We'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home.

If I can't have you, nobody will.

There's only one thing in this life that makes us living.

I want to be where all the stupid shit I say sounds so romantic and true.

Live with me in this sin forever.

There's nothing left to lose, 'cuz I've already lost it all.

Tonight, I'll follow you home and start up a fire that'll keep us both warm.

Hang around, let down your hair.

So you should start to undress and just… try a little less.

Now you're with this asshole- you expect me to believe it's gonna last?

Let me have this dance with you.

Your eyes look like diamonds still stuck inside the mines.

When your tongue is putrid and your skin is sagging down, I'll stick around.

It's true, I hate everything but you.

We'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of.

All the bridges in the world won't lead you back to fix what couldn't be erased.

This fairytale just ain't coming true.

I'll drive my car like I stole it, drink at the bar like I own it.

These wrinkles are the maps of all the places we went no one else would dare.

I'd rather have a reason I should stay.

There's always gonna be a better high, and a lower down.

We take things a little far, but you couldn't name a place I wouldn't go with you.

I'm capable of making you disappear.

I have a couple different faces if you need a place to hide.

The time we spent together when the light was out became my thought of you.

I am the agent that decides your fate.

There's only one kind of people in the world: people who die!

It doesn't matter what you've heard or if you're good or bad and everything between.

I love the shitty things we do together.

It's been a while since I've held anything as close as I have you.

I'd like to live my life just like a dog. Humble as can be and unconditional in everything I love.

I'll make you famous one way or another.

Home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.

I'd crawl in bed with you. Even in someone else's blood, on top of someone else's love, in the worst motel we find.

This life is a maze with only one way out.

Every dime spent is worth looking good- and that's Hollywood!

They'll write about our story here for years to come and maybe even more, cuz there's never been a love like this before.

I'll cut to the chase, just don't try to leave.

Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really messes up.

When I had you near me I just couldn't think of anything to say, but now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday.

We'll leave the world the way dreamers do.

All the parties we can throw - we'll dress like anything we please!

All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing. Every mile I traveled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring.

Living in the moment's hard when everything I want is in the past.

When the night falls, out comes the terror.

Your heart will always have a place to live with nothing left to be.

#amigo the devil #rp meme #dialogue prompt #hell and you #sentence starters #lyric starter

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