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tskei · 7 months

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The Ascension and the sexual implications of it

We all remember the post from a few weeks ago that circled here. I didn't go through with the Ascension from a purely game sense "this is clearly evil " standpoint. I didn't really understand why it's evil or even more why it's sexual. Some analyses have floated around here and tumblr that mentioned it's because "vampires are a sexy fantasy". Well, yes but you're getting a vampire either way, aren't you?

I didn't manage to connect the dots until I started looking into possible ways for him to walk in the sun. It seems the only reliable one is a “Wish” spell. But that seems to turn the vampire mortal again. Now, that didn't sit right with me. If Ascension was changing him, this was even more of an "I'll fix him" situation. But I thought, would he even agree? He's so power hungry probably giving up on being a vampire would be the last thing he'd agree on. But the more I thought about it, the more it became clear to me that he actually has a strong dislike for being a vampire. If you tell him his reflection is a small price to pay for vampire powers he answers "To you, maybe." He loves seeing the sun again, all the colors. He can't see or remember his eyes, which if we take into literary view, eyes being the windows to the soul we could say it shows his disconnect with his soul, with his humanity. He absolutely hates the hunger urges that come with vampirism, saying they make him pathetic and it's the worst version of himself. And of course, the sexual part. He hasn't actually seen any perks of vampirism, just that it makes you an object of desire, a thing used only for sex. That is the only side of vampirism he has managed to experience and that is what he connects it with.

The point in the story that clearly connects his vampire nature to sexuality is the talk with the blood merchant. She is a drow, her society already views men as slaves good for one thing. But she doesn't ask him for sex, she asks him for a bite yet it's just as sexual. It shows the player that vampires are sex objects yet again. But whatever is left of him, of his soul and humanity is very separated from his vampire form. He doesn't take being a vampire as an identity but separates himself from it, calling it an affliction, or condition. So why push him further into nature that he doesn't accept or enjoy?

At many points he mentions there's almost nothing left of the man he was, whatever little is left of his soul, etc. He believes he doesn't have much to offer, especially after sex is off the table. That is why it's so important to remove sex from your romantic relationship for him. While obviously, it's a time for healing, it's also a time to actually connect to the person behind the vampire. The person he used to be before he became a sex object.

And that is the same if you choose his spawn romance ending. You pick the man he managed to remain despite everything that happened. That's why his post-scene at the grave is basically a rebirth of him, of his humanity. While the romance post-scene of the Ascension is a rebirth of you. You chose to reduce him to a vampire, to an object, and even went as far as to objectify yourself as well by accepting the vampire nature. And ultimately, that's all that's left of him, the vampire. The person he was is gone completely.

I'd just like to add that a lot of people like to bring up that they let the other characters make their own choices but that's a weak point. Shadowheart's choice is very influenced by your choices/approval and let's not forget she would actually kill Lae'zel if you don't get involved, you literally have to choose if you sell Wyll's soul or not, and Lae'zel would kill you if you don't stop her.

Also, there is the argument that he wants this. And for that, I can only guess based on my speculations, that despite all the power hunger brought from whatever feelings, survival, fear, selfishness -until the very last moment he hadn't made up his mind. He even tells you this before you enter Cazador's chamber. He won't know what he'll do before he faces him. His turmoil is obvious. You can tell him this isn't him, not really. And he responds that it should be, he doesn't want to be pathetic.

The choice for the ascension never was his, as it never was for him. He himself saw no way out, just like when he was under Cazador. And the temptation that was obviously present at the idea of being just like Cazador. The choice there was for you.

For the player, whether it'd be as a lover or a friend.Do you want the man or the vampire?

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate #bg3 spoilers #ascension #astarion ascended

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fuckmeyer · 9 months

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Jasper as a character is so interesting because he ends up a Confederate because he can't actually empathise with the slaves and because he simply accepts cruelty around him, and then when he becomes a vampire he literally can't ignore others suffering because it hurts him, but even decades after he becomes a Vegetarian he still can't get a hang of it partially because he still can't see humans as *people*. Idk there's smth to be said about him becoming a vampire because of his own cruelty and then being eternally in horrific pain because of said cruelty that fucks.

Jasper's whole life is a curse & i love to see it

here we have a Confederate supposedly so empathetic that he acquired a "gift"... yet not so empathetic as to recognize he was fighting for the enslavement of an entire race. despite seeing the consequences of slavery literally every day. now, the man who spent his last human days denying the humanity in others is forced to spend his immortal life being slapped in the face with their emotions. forever. hueeueueueu-

yeah, i would call that "gift" a curse, actually.

if Twilight weren't a horror story, we might see a discussion between Jasper/Bella about how immortality forces you to confront the darker side of your nature (e.g. "there will come a day when the societal beliefs imbued unto you leaves you standing on the wrong side of history"), & Jasper's journey with finding love & humanity. OR, y'know, he could've just had ONE (1) line where he says "yeah i'm not proud of my service." simply, if Twilight weren't a horror, Jasper could see the error of his ways & change for the better.

HOWEVER. Twilight vampires are "mentally frozen" when they turn, so Jasper is likely still a racist who does not regret his service. no matter how many times he is confronted with his cruelty, he won't change. meaning whatever life he chooses, his gift dooms him.

wow! eternal curse!

we see evidence of this frozen mental state in his decision to go vegetarian. he doesn't switch bc he feels bad about killing humans:

"I could feel everything my prey was feeling. And I lived their emotions as I killed them. [...] You've experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me." (Eclipse, Ch 13)

note the dehumanizing term "prey" & the focus on himself. he laments not that the human lives he's taking have value but that their dying moments harsh his vibe.

the irony! trapped as an empath while never possessing the ability to be an empath! CURSE CURSE C-

herein lies a bigger, juicier curse: Jasper is, himself, (hot take) enslaved in the sense that he will never know freedom, philosophically speaking, due to the choices he made in life. the series tries to paint him as a master tactician & competent leader; fanon often paints him as a free-thinking amoral black sheep. in reality, he simply obeys the commands of higher authorities & abides by their worldview regardless of how toxic it is to himself or others.

in the beginning, he had María.

he entered the Southern Vampire Wars not by his own volition but stayed because he was content not having a choice. however one feels about María, the fact of the matter is 1) as a newborn he was stronger, bigger, & faster than her & could have run away or overpowered her, 2) had the "gift" to identify emotions & could KNOW when/if she was malicious or manipulating him, & 3) could have escaped by influencing her emotions to make her disinterested in him. at any time in the 100 years they were together, he could have left. he talks about never knowing a life outside the war & discovering "options I'd never dreamed I had." ok???? run 100 miles in any direction & you would have seen a life outside of war. BOI-

instead, he took comfort in being submissive & adopting someone else's ideology. not only did it remind him of his past, but it meant he had no need to reflect on his actions or beliefs. he prefers others dictate his worldview & order him around even if it means being unhappy. he only left because he was going to be assassinated, & even then, it wasn't until someone else told him another life was possible that he "realized" another life was possible.

notably, the period where he's most free— living with Peter & Charlotte— is his rock-bottom where "the depression got worse." but, again, not because he realized the value of human life: "I was so wearied by killing [...] even mere humans."

then he meets Alice.

Alice, who has visions of being vegetarian & converts him so they can live with the Cullens. Alice, who dictates how her family should live their lives to the point where she manipulates them. Alice, who goes so far as to dress the Cullens, who orders Jasper to wait in the car while she & Bella go shopping, who Jasper refers to as "truly [...] one frightening little monster" because for all his experience she can still beat him in combat.

his eternal soulmate is authority.

despite being unhappy with his vegetarian life, as it makes him feel weak & coddled & a liability to everyone around him, he follows the lifestyle because Alice tells him to.

then there's the Volturi, another authoritative body. "We owe the Volturi for our present way of life," says acclaimed bootlicker Jasper Hale, who in the same moment shudders at the atrocities they committed, yet strangely sees no other way for a governing body to keep the peace... so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but, since Carlisle outranks the Volturi as an authoritative figure in that he more closely aligns with Jasper's new worldview, Jasper sees no problem deposing the vampiric governing body if it means his sister-in-law of like 2 months can keep her demonic spawn. so i guess we don't really owe the Volturi that much

to his credit, we see glimmers of him questioning his leaders: 1) his decision to leave Maria, 2) his considering switching diets to defeat Victoria, & 3) going against the Volturi. but, again, these decisions are all just a result of his self-preservation & submitting to the higher authority du jour.

in the end, he has the perfect storm of conditions that would allow him to escape the prison he's created, to find freedom & to love humanity unconditionally... but he won't. Jasper's ultimate curse is that regardless of whether he realizes the enslavement of his own self, he will never leave his cage because it's cozy & easy & allows him to never think for himself.

AAAANYWAY Jasper's life sucks & he's trapped in an eternal prison of his own making. lol

#twilight #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #jasper hale #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #you're right there really is something to be said about jasper the shitfuck confederate ending up in this situation!!!#like it would be tragic if it wasn't so comedic and if he didn't display a modicum of self-awareness!!!!#you make a great point about how he accepts cruelty his whole life and even when he's unable to ignore it he just is forced to accept it fo #ever #the absolute *chefs kiss* curse. smeyer coudlnt have written a better curse if she tried #in fact i do believe ALL the cullen gifts are actually curses in their own way #and it's so delicious to think about it that way #god i just love thinking about twilight as a horror #you're right riote- It Fucks #thanks for sending this my way!#cheers~

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 5 months

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Notes on Roman Homosexuality by Craig Williams, chapter 4! In today's installment, what is "manliness"? What did it mean for a man to be "effeminate"? Plus: not only are gender roles bullshit, but they're also connected to classism, imperialism and xenophobia!

Masculinity and femininity are social constructs. That means they are not inherent properties of our bodies, but judgments and categories people put on us. These social constructs aren't limited to physical sex, either - they tend to expand into elaborate, restrictive codes of dress, career, hobbies, speaking style, and every other aspect of daily life.

These social constructs are fragile and ever-changing. A Roman man wasn't a man solely because he had a dick. He had to reinforce his masculine persona by behaving in masculine ways, lest he be attacked as "effeminate" and lose other people's respect and trust.

Roman masculinity centered around dominance and control. Masculinity was realized by exerting power over your wife and children, by aggression in battle and the courtroom, and by the subjugation of slaves and non-Romans.

However, a Roman man was also supposed to be the master of his own desires, and a man who was too self-indulgent with food, sex, nice clothes, or other pleasures could get called effeminate. In fact, effeminate men were often stereotyped as womanizers. Other times they were accused of sleeping with men and women alike, or of being both penetrator and penetrated. The emasculation came not from sleeping with men per se, but from being a "slave to one's desires," and losing one's inhibitions.

(Aside #1 - I wonder if this partly accounts for why Stoicism became more popular among Roman men than Epicureanism?)

In fact, the masculine rejection of being "too emotional" was so intense that a Roman man could get called effeminate for falling in love with a woman. This inspired much of Octavian's propaganda against Mark Antony: that she "enslaved" him with her feminine wiles, and he in turn gave up his masculine virtue and his Romanness. Similarly, Pompey's contemporaries made fun of him for being excessively affectionate to his wife Julia (Caesar's daughter).

And oh yes, Romanness was equated to masculinity, and masculinity with virtue. The Latin word for virtue literally means "manliness," and the Romans saw themselves as being uniquely manly compared to the "soft, self-indulgent" men of other cultures. This later became a justification for subjugating those cultures: it was only natural that the "manly" nation ruled the "womanly" ones, right?

(Aside #2 - Reminds me a bit of how racial stereotypes today may emasculate marginalized men, or conversely, portray them as brutish/violent/hypersexual. I wonder if some of this may be a legacy from Roman ethnocentrism? Then again, it may not be a Roman-specific thing. This might just be something that imperialist/colonialist powers in general do to justify themselves.)

(Aside #3 - This must have interacted in interesting ways with the heavy immigration and multiculturalism in Rome! How do you prop up masculinity as a "Roman" virtue when every neighborhood speaks a different language? How much would the masculine ideal shift in response to new cultures coming in? And how much of our picture of "Roman gender roles" only reflects the upper-class Latin writers, leaving out other Roman narratives?)

Although willingly being penetrated could make a man effeminate in Roman eyes, the stereotype of the "effeminate" was much broader, and not all effeminate men were assumed to sleep with other men. Excessive attention to grooming, enjoying women's company (romantically or platonically), showing fear of death, even crying for a lost wife could all be seen as effeminate. The "problem" of effeminacy was not fundamentally a stigma toward gay men, but toward any man who was not seen as performing masculinity correctly.

In practice, any man could get accused of effeminacy, and Roman politicians would happily make up stories about their rivals if no evidence existed. If you weren't aggressive or dominant enough, you were accused of being too soft; if you were aggressive and dominant, you'd be accused of having no manly self-control.

Honestly, this chapter made me feel sorry for Roman men. It sounds like such a dreadfully unhealthy environment, not even being allowed to love your spouse too openly or grieve for your child without being seen as weak. I have to wonder if such rigid gender norms could themselves be traumatic - they certainly can be for trans people, and for women today.

Sometimes I'm amazed the Roman republic survived as long as it did. In between the slavery, the corruption, the generational trauma, and all the garbage gender roles, it feels like a culture that would bring out the worst in people. And yet, on the eve of Caesar and Pompey's civil war, 94% of the Senate voted for disarmament and peace.

Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised. Many of the sexist prejudices Williams outlined have parallels even in my own culture. And yet I've also known men who rose above that. Who understood that kindness isn't a weakness, and aggression isn't strength. It's hard to scrub all the sexist nonsense out of our brains, but gods, it's such a relief. Life is so much richer when you can just be yourself, and let other people be themselves.

I'm sure there were Romans who tried very hard to be themselves, too. And others who, even if their view was colored by the prejudices of their time, they at least tried to be kind and do right by others. That's all any of us can do, really.

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spnexploration · 8 months

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Collared part 40

The final one!

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually finally

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: You try sitting

Warnings: None

A/N: You guys!! I can't believe we're at the end! This is my first series and it took me 40 chapters to get there, but we're finally there!

Word count: 1.5k

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Part 39 <-

Sam watched you staring at the dining table chairs. He’d come up behind you and you hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. He didn’t want to interrupt your moment, but he was worried if he tried to back away you’d hear and it’d make it even more awkward.

You sighed and then started to head to the collection of cushions on the floor.

“You know,” he said gently, trying not to startle you, “you don’t have to start with the hardest thing first.”

“Huh?”

“Chairs seem like they have a lot of baggage. You were literally tortured by the collar when Dean tried to get you to sit on one, and I’m sure there was worse. But what if you start with something that doesn’t have that association?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, the kitchen bench, the table itself, the top of the step ladder?”

You turned to look at the bench. You seemed to contemplate it for a few moments before heading over to over to it. You ran your hands along it.

“This could work,” you murmured. You turned around, putting the heels of your hand on the edge of the bench. You looked like you were testing your weight on your wrists, deciding whether to lift up. He would offer to lift you, but he had a feeling this was something you’d want to do by yourself.

He turned to the pantry, busying himself so you didn’t feel like he was staring. He heard a noise behind him and had to force himself not to turn around. You didn’t sound hurt, you didn’t need him. You needed privacy.

He gave it a minute or so before he turned back to you. There you were, sitting on the bench. You looked a little apprehensive but not too bad. He smiled at you then continued busying himself getting breakfast ready.

He heard Dean’s footsteps enter the kitchen. “Wa-hey Bambi! You’re airborne again!”

Sam watched your whole face light up at Dean’s joke. It was adorable how you two acted with each other when you weren’t freaking out about the other one’s reactions.

Dean headed over to you, leaning against the bench next to you. Sam took that cue to busy himself again, although he was running out of things to do to get breakfast given he was just getting out cereal. He could still hear the conversation, but at least he didn’t look like he was intruding.

“How you feeling?” Dean asked.

“I mean, it’s not quite comfortable, you know? But it’s not that bad. It’s kinda nice being up high too.”

“Yeah, you almost made it to a sensible height.” Sam could hear Dean’s voice turn to teasing you.

“Oh? Is only your height sensible, is it?”

“Of course!”

“Sam, you got an opinion on that?” you called to him.

Sam turned around, glad he didn’t have to keep pretending he was getting out cutlery. “Hey, hey, I support people of all statures. I’ve never been to jail for a hate crime against little people.”

You looked at Dean, shocked but still smiling.

“Oi! That was not a hate crime!” Dean replied indignantly. “I was trying to tell you that the problem was fairies.”

You giggled. “You fought fairies?”

“Yeah, look, just because things have a cute name doesn’t mean they’re not problematic.”

“And you solved that by going to jail?”

“What? No. Look, whose side are you on?”

“Anyone who’s against you, obviously!” You stuck your tongue out at Dean. The flirting was really reaching fever pitch now, Sam thought.

“Sassy Bambi has come out today, I see.”

“Aww, did Sassy Bambi hurt Ickle Dean’s feelings?”

Sam was very torn. On the one hand, he wanted you two to get together, if that’s what you both wanted. On the other, he didn’t really want to be incredibly awkwardly third-wheeling your first hook-up while holding cereal.

“So, uh, breakfast?” Sam said, holding up the cereal and spoons. You two could recreate the moment. Alone.

---

“You ok?” Sam asked Dean quietly when they were alone.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You literally woke me up because you were terrified you’d scared Y/N.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. All good.”

“So we’re not going to have any more ‘Missing woman found in own bedroom’ moments?”

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Just checking...”

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Dean walked in to the library to find you sitting on the table, looking at the phone Sam had gotten you yesterday. “Heya Bambi,” he said.

“Hi Squirrel.”

He raised his eyebrow, fixing you with a glare.

You laughed.

“What you up to?” you asked after a moment, turning the conversation.

“I was thinking of looking for a case. One we, umm, could take you to, but only if you promise to stay in the motel. Or you can stay here, if you want.”

You turned your head on the side, looking quizzically at him. “You have changed, haven’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Maybe I mean ‘you listened’, rather than changed.”

“Sweetheart, you gotta be less pensive if you want the rest of the class to follow you.”

“I just- I’m happy. I said I didn’t want to be treated like I was fragile, and you’re finally not. Well, in your own overprotective way.”

He scratched his neck, awkward. “Umm, yeah. Ok. So, do you wanna help look...?”

“Can we go practice some moves first?”

“If you’re not ready, we can wait.”

“No, I’m ready. I just want to remind myself that I can do this before we do.”

“And getting to hit me reminds you of that, does it?” he said with a smirk.

“Oh, I mean, that’s absolutely a side benefit. Hell, that’s the whole goal some days.”

He put on his best bitch face. You playfully clapped your hand on his chest as you jumped off the table.

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“Is it easier?” Dean asked you.

“Is what easier?”

“Sitting on the bench.” He gestured to where you were perched, watching him cook.

“Umm, I think so. The chair is just...” You trailed off.

“Too much?”

“Yeah.”

“Fair enough.”

Dean kept cooking, not noticing you staring at your fingers.

“Sometimes I worry I won’t ever be normal,” you said quietly.

He turned to you. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sitting on furniture for one day. You’ve been healing and making huge progress.” He reached forward and cupped your cheek. “And yeah, maybe you won’t. Sammy and I have been through some shit and we’re not the same, we’re not normal. But we’re ok.”

“If I’m not normal, how am I going to leave?”

He froze, “Do you- do you want to leave?” He dropped his hand.

“Don’t you want your freedom back? I appreciate you’re willing to take me to a case to stay in a motel, but I’m sure eventually that’ll be annoying or unsuitable.”

“Logistics is not a reason to leave,” he said in a choked voice.

A small smile appeared on your face. He breathed again, a small glimmer of hope igniting within. “Do you... Do you want me to stay?” you asked in a very small voice.

“If you wa-” he started, then noticed your face falling. He steeled himself, if he didn’t take this moment you would be gone forever. “I mean- yes, Bambi, I want you to stay.”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“I was telling you it was your choice to be nice. What I want...” he moved closer again. “What I want is-”

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Dean span. Fuck, the smoke alarm was going off, he’d burnt dinner. He quickly crossed to the pan, turning off the burner and trying to deal with the mess. He could see you’d jumped off the bench behind him and we’re trying to fan the smoke away, and Sam came running in to help.

Later, when it was over, Sam turned to Dean. “What were you doing? Not like you to be so distracted.”

“I, uh-” Dean started.

“It’s my fault, I was distracting him,” you answered.

Sam smirked. “Well, maybe I’ll leave you two to the clean up then.”

“Yeah, sure, Sammy, we’ll clean it all up. Might be eggs on toast for dinner though.”

Sam nodded and headed out, a grin on his face. Dean didn’t have time to wonder about that as he turned back to find you biting your lip and looking up at him.

“Where were we?” he asked you playfully.

“Well, I was over here,” you said moving towards the bench. Dean reached forward and lifted you up, sitting you on top of the bench. You giggled.

“And I think I was here,” he said, moving closer.

You spread your legs a little and pulled him to stand between them. “I think this is a better place, don’t you?”

“Certainly has some advantages. And as I’ve said before, I like what your newfound bench sitting does for your height.” He reached his hand to cup your face again.

“Oh? Does that present some advantages too?”

“Can certainly think of some uses.” He leaned forward, watching your reactions. You were smiling and leaning forward.

He bent down slightly and kissed you.

Finally.

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Hello! Since you’re open to Yandere Readers, may I please request Shinobu with a Yandere!Reader who has the traits of Manipulative, Loving, but also a severe case of Delusional? Maybe even a slight case of violent (but never towards Shinobu herself) but that’s up to you! I’d prefer it with a Male or Gender Neutral reader, which ever you are more comfortable with! Thank you, and feel free to ignore this if, during the writing, you start to feel uncomfortable!

Oooh! A another solo Shinobu! Okay! And this is the first ever Yandere Reader so I hope I can do this well! Thank you for giving me a hand with the traits~!

Kocho Shinobu- Eyes on the Walls

Shinobu is frightened… that’s it. She is just frightened with her awful situation but she does her best to keep herself together. She is a Hashira, why should she make herself out of as a weakling? She tries to pretend that it’s okay but she knows somebody is watching her

You, a young Slayer, that had recovered at the Butterfly Mansion and you were beyond thankful to Shinobu for her kindness. You fell head over heels for the Insect Hashira after a few months of recovering, and that originally innocent crush evolved into a sick, monstrous corruption called love. You didn’t want any other man looking at Shinobu and it drove you crazy

Shinobu just… can’t take you anymore. At first, she saw you as a cute motivated young man. Like she views Tanjiro but now, she is so terrified of you that she can’t bare to look at you. She knows you’re the one stalking her, you’re the one making the walls feel as if they have eyes

Shinobu knows you’re manipulating her with every word and action you pull and she tries to keep clear of everything you say, it’s all tricks but she is unable to be any form hostile towards you in public so she has to go along and fight against your convincing statements mentally

Shinobu may be, to a level, cruel to demons but your violence to literally every human man that dares to look at her makes her want to bawl. She has seen it… the horrible mangled body of a male slayer that had complimented her. Every new kill was laid before her doorway. She knew you did it as you were the only person sneaking around the Butterfly Mansion at night

Shinobu cannot stand your delusions and finds them ridiculous, the way you rant mindlessly about how much she loves you and how you will get married to her. You’re a monster, Shinobu would have poisoned or executed you if she could. Your delusions over her and her views on you make her want to vomit

Shinobu cringes at how loving you are to her and only her. You behave as her personal slave, bending over backwards to get whatever she wants: food, drinks, privacy. She just needs to say it and you’ll do it with the most insane lovestruck gaze she has ever seen

Shinobu has to hide away her girls in fear you’ll attack them for being too close to her. Everybody that is close to Shinobu is in danger and it hurts her heart, she may not be the nicest out there but she still has a heart and still cares for the people she loves

So she is terrified you’ll lay your hands on them as a ‘method’ to get her to like you

Shinobu misses the cute, eager, friendly Dokusha she use to help train. The one who always thanked her for helping him, the one who befriended every other slayer his class. She missed the Demon Slayer she use to call a proud ally but now that boy has turned into a psychopathic obsessed entity

Shinobu wants you to leave her Estate and never return but she knows, you’d probably stalk her

“Love? Me? Love you. Dokusha… I’m a Hashira, I don’t have time for love— I mean… I-I… I’m so busy that I’ve never consider getting a boyfriend”

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Koyoi, Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo - By Yatsuhashi Hachi (8/10)

A fake yandere? It's not love at first sight. In this case it's marriage-of-convenience-at- first-sight. Can any real love develop between a man who kills for a living, and a woman who suffered as a slave? It's not love. It's just business, but soon lots of bodies start to pile up around the new young lady of the Lorenzi family.

Rita is starving, ragged, and alone. Her single gold eye has brought her nothing but suffering. Having gold eyes makes you the most expensive item at any slave market.

The buyers don't listen to crying or begging. Tragically, Rita has parents. It's been many years, but they never looked for her. Her life is one big tragedy. The life of a slave is pure nothingness. Rita is a trophy. An unloved and shiny and rare one.

It's a terrible thing to be.

She is saved by a handsome man named Albert. He proposes to her as soon as she is free. He buys her life with money and a smile. He does seem genuinely kind.

He explains why he wants her honestly. Golden eyes are a quasi-religious symbol of prosperity. The Lorenzi mafia family is actually distantly connected to the Golden Eyed natives who used to reside on Carina Island.

Albert is annoyed. He's tired of being harassed by weak women who want his cash. He is a real mafia head, who kills people. His gang is popular with the locals. He owns many mansions, so naive young and wealthy ladies flock to him. They are useless to him, and he hates going through the same song and dance. Every time a woman falls for him she follows him around. She flirts. She gets too close, and then she sees his gun in action. Then, he watches her innocent love turn into disgust. It hurts him, but he won't admit that.

There's no such thing as a handsome mafia prince.

Albert would rather have a quiet, obedient bride. One that won't fear him and demand love so hypocritically.

Conveniently, Rita cannot speak. The constant abuse she has endured over the years stole her voice.

She's perfect.

Albert dresses Rita in fine clothes. He introduces her to the people of the island. The public's reaction is mostly positive. The Golden Eye of prosperity gets a strong reaction from almost everyone. Milena, a girl who has loved Albert for years, harasses Rita. Then, Rita has to accept her pity. When Milena realizes Rita can't talk she immediately apologizes...because Albert's pitiful disabled fiance is too pathetic to fight.

Albert, of course, realizes that sentiment is a cutting insult. He threatens her like a loving and protective husband would. He does it for his own image and goals. Rita is by his side to keep other women away. She calls him out on his bullshit, but he just smiles. He abmits he will never be kind without ulterior motives.

Rita is the perfect slave bride. Her parents tried to sell her, but she ran away. Her only real mother figure, Oliga, found her in the woods. Oliga raised her with fine manners and a full education. Oliga was once a noble woman, before her family fell. She tells Rita to stay alive and fight for her place in the world. Oliga was already very old when she found Rita. She dies a few years later, and Rita is quickly captured because of her lovely eye.

While Rita is acting like a good wife she gets captured. Two men steal her. They're worthless goons, sent by a bigger fish. Albert wants that big fish. He uses Rita as bait. The entire island thinks he's in love with his spoiled and pretty bride.

When he massacres everyone involved it looks like a necessary, and passionate, act.

Rita has had a hard life. Albert seems to think he's the only person in the world with a heavy past. Rita was a literal slave. She knows evil when she sees it. She knows his massacre wasn't love, and she immediately figures out what he did. Her abduction was too convenient. He saved her too easily. He was too calm the whole time.

So, she slaps him.

She doesn't run, because she has no where else to go. She returns to the mansion after the slap, like a badass.

This is where the real story begins. Guess what? Albert falls in love after that slap. He's suddenly willing to make Rita "comfortable" with sweet words and...gasp...an occasional outing??? How generous. He originally planned to leave her in a countryside house, alone for the rest of her days. What a shift. Now he's really spoiling her.

(Heavy sarcasm)

There are some pretty big hints.

In the beginning Albert did not watch over Rita. He made his men do it, and he wasn't interested in her past. Now, he knows where she is and what she's doing all the time. Her every move, no matter how minor, is reported to him.

He also feels jealousy, a new thing for him, when he sees Rita joking around with his best friend. He even, ever so gently, warns his best friend (and servant). Emilio laughs in his face, and says that must be his love. His incomprehensible, cold love. The love he wasn't able to express before, because his other suitors were too cowardly. Rita is no coward. She has not cried or begged for her freedom even once. She wants to learn about the Lorenzi family, and she wants to clean to earn her bed and meals. Her eye isn't the only thing interesting about her.

Albert has been disappointed by love too many times. If he doesn't send Rita to a safe countryside prison, he'll have to do more killing. If he wants her by his side, instead of out of sight, that comes with a heavy blood cost. He starts to come to terms with his crush on his wife. The security around her gets tighter, and the target on her head gets bigger.

Rita isn't just a trophy anymore.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #potential yandere #Koyoi #Lorenzi-ke de Kanbi Naru Chuusei wo

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talk about je souhaite

well, yes! you know what i love about je souhaite? mulder. i love je souhaite mulder so much. this is the mulder that called the jersey devil "beautiful" and ran through the woods trying to save it. the mulder that looked the soul-eater monster in the eye and gave up the chance to save his own life, because he couldn't bear to add to the monster's pain. he's a bleeding heart behind 7 levels of delusional mania and vince writes the balance better than any other.

i love that the first thing he does is ask the genie what she would wish for, just because he wants to know. just because he's curious, and he's curious about her as a person, her own desires and input outside of the role she's cursed to play in the world. in her answer, you can see how much 500 years of being a slave to people's selfish whims has weighed on her, in the way that she tells him she would just want her days to be her own. to sit and have a cup of coffee.

at its best, this show and its lead characters endowed their central "monsters" (and victims) with so much intricate confliction, humanity within the metaphysical.

i love that mulder tries to win at the genie wish, to save the world. tries to construct the perfect wording and all-encompassing fool-proof plan. he literally throws around the phrase "the end of tyranny."

he thinks that he can crack it, that he can solve it, that he can come up with just the right wish that will make everyone safer and happier, and free. je souhaite is a quintessential season seven episode in that it's a lesson for mulder that scully already knows, scully gets to spend this episode being wise and joyful and absolutely giddy with nerdy delight.

her perspective on the genie wish (something that she doesn't believe in, but takes seriously, as she always takes him and what's important to him seriously) is perfect. "maybe it's the whole point of our lives here, mulder, to achieve that. maybe it's a process that one man shouldn't try and circumvent with a single wish."

in the end, as optimistic as his hope in what's possible is, it's a cheat. it's no more grand than the 500 years of people before him who wished for things like boats and beauty. mulder is learning lessons that scully already knows, and when the time comes, he closes his notes. you can't escape doing the work, that's the whole point of being alive.

after so much mystical pondering, the next scene is refreshingly down to earth: mulder and scully on the couch at his apartment, him complaining about her popcorn choices, her complaining about his movie choices. the way he throws the beer cap just to make her giggle.

there are few moments i love more than the exchange here, when mulder says, "i don't know if you noticed, but i never made the world a happier place." and scully casually answers, "well. i'm fairly happy. that's something."

what a lesson to be learned at the end of the day!! what a sentiment to express, to someone who spends his entire life trying to save the whole world to make up for not having been able to save one person. who spends his entire life trying to repent for having lived.

you don't have to save the world, you can call your best friend and sit on the couch and watch caddyshack. it's something, that someone loves you in a way that makes a life spent with you fairly happy. this is the point, part of what she was telling him earlier.

when she asks what his wish was, and he just smiles and turns to the movie, this cut to the final scene is one of my favorite shots of the series. the genie, finally her own person for the first time in 500 years, sitting with a cup of coffee.

#no words for how much i adore that ending scene #he asked her what she would wish for just because he genuinely cares and then he chose to use his wish to give it to her #just because he CAN do that #this show occasionally focused in on an abandonment of grandstanding missions in favor of personal connection with what's in front of you #and it's where it was strongest in my opinion #rather than exploit the genie in what would almost definitely be a futile attempt to free the world #he frees HER #he gives HER what she needs #he gives SCULLY what she needs #even when it's just time with him #this is without a doubt the biggest lesson that mulder has to learn throughout the series #that it's okay to just put it all down and sit with someone #and short of 'one breath' this is the best episode at exploring that #txf.txt #je souhaite

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 2 months

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Name: Angel (their real name doesn't really fit the human tongue but it roughly translates to honey or nectar)

Age: Well into their 3rd century. Still pretty young by angel standards but well into adulthood

Pronouns: they/them

Sexy bits: Whatever you'd like! They like to change what's down there pretty often but if you show favoritism to any of them they'll stick pretty closely to that

Species: Angel, your guardian angel now forever <3

Looks: Shorty (your chest height, literally, they don't look this human naturally so they made sure they could be smooshed in your chest if you ever gave them a hug), chubby, big ol white wings, golden halo, like a high class version of those slutty party city maid costumes? white ballroom gloves, their hands are coated in pure gold that travels up their arms in splotches (They call it a "horrible little stain"), their hair is a hime cut that they but into a high bun

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Job: Your personal maid. Will come in every other day or so to clean up unless you give them a different schedule. Will not stand for anything under once a week though

Hobbies: Stealing your shit. Ok, that belongs more on the kink list. They do honestly like cleaning though. Keeping things all pristine and shiny makes them happy

They also really like eating. Look, for an angel, eating like humans is fully optional so I'm saying it's a hobby. They mostly like trying foods you seem to like or hate.

Trying to understand every inch of your brain might be their biggest hobby now that I think about it

Kinks: Corruption, worship, slave/master play, anything that can get them on your leash really, scent, tickling, wax play, bondage (specifically their wings, it makes them feel helpless)

No-nos: Any pain play that exceeds hickeys. More stabby pain is a total turn off for them and it will make them cry in the bad way. They can and do find pleasure in duller pain that comes with soreness though, which can absolutely lead to a round two while you're helping them stretch after being bound

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Friends/family: Most angels are like, kinda related??? They've got a big family technically but raising a new angel is a very communal thing so they don't have "parents" of any kind

Other ocs: The only other people they interact with are the ones you interact with the most. By choice or not

Linda, the mayor, is very close to you what with being your landlord and sugar mama and all. They don't mind her so long as she's not being too pushy about her "payments"

The one person in town they actually seek out aside from you is Grace, the priest. She's a bit...weird about them? But the company is nice, and while you're still being stingy about your "privacy" they kinda have to accept her offer of the church's spare room

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Background: Angel always felt a bit off when they compared themself to their siblings. Sure they looked the same but no one ever seemed to feel the way they always did. Empty. They were just, so empty. Until, they met you that is. One of their kin was talking about how annoying it was to be your guardian, so they brushed off the work to Angel so they could do "more important work". What could ever be more important than you they could never understand

All was well until their kin came back, saying that they got told off for not respecting their assignment and needed it back. No, no no no, angels don't get to just be around humans whenever they want. If they got you back Angel would never get to see your smile, your tears, that adorable way you sneeze, ever again

Did you know an angel's blood is golden?

How you met: They kinda just...showed up??? After you moved to little town you had about a week to try and adjust to all the rest of the town's weirdness before they just show up and start handling your household chores like they've been there the whole time. They even know how to fold your laundry the way you like it

#little town #LT Angel #Did I go over board with this one?#Maybe #But I like it so it stays long as shit lmao

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 10 months

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The Brown Cat: A Modern Irish Fairytale | Moodboard & Wee Imagine

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I remember the stories my Nan used to tell me. Now, we Irish remember and especially those of the fílid, like my family. I especially liked the story, a local legend, about an Irish princess who fell in love with a Viking. She used to tell me that one over and over during rainy days, the ones on which it seems like the sky has a tear in it. Seated by the fire and enjoying tea with a sweet treat, she’d recount the tragic love story of the would-be king and queen of Waterford. Indeed, tragic, for, you see, the ancient Irish saw Love as a fatal affliction.

Their story didn’t end happily. The Viking was turned into a cat by the princess’s mother, feeling merciful enough to turn the man into her daughter’s favourite animal. However, after the transformation was completed, the pair heard a banshee howl.

And a few days after, the princess, mourning the loss of her love, thinking him dead on the battlefield, jumped off the cliffs. Some say you can see her at night, clutching an amulet of Thor. Others claim they’ve heard her wailing as they witnessed her fall or heard her laments on the wind.

The warrior-turned-cat has wandered the land ever since, desperately looking for his love because only true love’s kiss can break the curse. Nan used to say he looked like the fluffy yet gruff brown cat that wandered around the town in my youth. He was a gentle creature if a bit grumpy.

But surely too many years have passed for it to be the same cat who frequents my abode or the one that always seems to show up at the markets I participate in to promote my micro bakery.

Surely.

Then again, this is Ireland.

And she remembers.

Alfie

I used to be known by a different name. Alftun Bloodaxe, rumoured to be the spawn of Fenrir and I might very fucking well have been.

But the moment I saw the little dove we had captured as a hostage in the battle for Waterford, I was ready to put down my axe and become her guardian full time. Fucking hell, I was ready and craved the honour of becoming her man.

I brought her books, the thing she seemed to miss the most. There were nights she read some of them to me, either in her native tongue or in broken Norse. She soon got better at the latter, though. After all, she was a clever little bird.

She didn’t like the way I came by those books and scrolls, but I couldn’t exactly walk up to a monastery and simply expect them to hand over their best works. No, there was silver and gold to be had too.

Even back in the day, before becoming a quite literally damned cat, I was consumed by Greed.

Slowly but surely we started to understand each other. She taught me Gaeilge and how to read and I taught her Norse and told her the stories our skalds have told for ages. In turn, she told me those of her people.

She was an incredible storyteller. A proper fílid.

The similarities between some of those tales and sagas made us realise we weren’t so different.

She wasn’t meant to end up as my slave, a means to warm my bed.

And I hope she wished me to become something else other than a head on a pike or a very crispy corpse on a pire, cast out of Valhalla forever.

She was my equal.

She fucking was to be my queen.

Then Mommy dearest, some half-fairy witch from a powerful bloodline, swooped in and turned me into a ball of fluff when we marched on Waterford. I could console myself with knowledge my little dove had my amulet and that Freya would somehow let her know what happened.

But then came that horrible screech.

I’ll never forget that high-pitched wail, like a dying person’s last desperate attempt to call for help while dragging their iron nails over a blackboard.

That’s when I knew.

I knew I’d lose her.

And there was nothing I could do.

Nothing but hope I’d find her some day.

And now that I’ve finally have for the second time, having lost her once in her youth, I’m not letting her out of my sight.

Never again.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @mollybegger-blog @liliac-dreamer @hecatemoon87 @zablife @buttercupsandboys @wandawiccan60 @solomons-finest-rum @babaohhhriley @rose-like-the-phoenix @dreamlandcreations @vir-tual

Side note: I might turn this concept into a proper story once I've gotten over the massive writer's block I've been dealing with. If only because I can't get this off my mind and I need to nerd out over all things Irish, haha.

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Alfie Solomons x Reader

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wisteriasymphony · 2 months

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10 for the eyes on me prompt

Prompt list by dumplingjinson

10. “You have all these people who’d literally die to be with you, so I just don’t understand…” “Well, they aren’t the ones I’d want to die for. And also… They aren’t you, are they?”

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There was something to be said about Claudia's broken heating system having a silver lining to it; For the whole night, they had been practically inseparable, piling on blankets and anything else they could find like turtles in wooly shells, clutching onto each other to share that oh-so-precious currency of body heat, wading in and out of sleep by each other's sides. It had been a particularly uneventful affair, and those were the best kind. Claudia had even pulled out her laptop so they could watch all of the terrible B-movies she'd torrented. ...But the audio quality was demonstrably horrible, in Adrien's own opinion, so he much preferred to watch Claudia rather than pay attention to Cronenberg's Frissons.

"Have you ever really noticed the fact that you have freckles?" he asked, staring at the way the laptop flashed diaphanous veils of light over Claudia's face. Sometimes greens, sometimes pale yellows, sometimes other beautifully sickly shades that couldn't be described as one or the other. Adrien lightly poked the roundest part of Claudia's cheek, right where one of the most prominent freckles laid.

Flinching in her seat ever so slightly, Claudia turned her attention away from the movie. "Not really," she said. "Does it matter?"

"I just think that they're beautiful." Adrien paused for a moment. "That you're beautiful."

Claudia just sighed and rolled her eyes at the compliment, just like she always did. He'd think that getting a compliment from the so-called "Most Beautiful Boy in the World" would only make the sentiment more sincere, rather than less. And yet she thought the exact opposite.

"You really don't have to lie to me to justify us being together, you know." Claudia was back to watching Frissons again, drawn in by the ghostly noise of violins picking up in the soundtrack. "I just don't think I'll ever get it no matter how you try to word it to me."

"Get what?"

"Why it was me, of all people." The glance she shot back at Adrien was sharp and bothered. "You have all these people who’d literally die to be with you, Eddí," she huffed. "So I just don’t understand…"

"Well," Adrien said, one of his hands finding his way to Claudia's shoulder and pulling her closer to him. "They aren't the ones I'd want to die for." Once his arm was around her, Adrien leveraged his own body weight to roll the two of them further in on her bed, trapping Claudia flat on her back and her attention solely on him. "And not only that," he laughed, "But they aren't you either, now are they?"

No matter how she tried to crane her neck, Claudia was unable to follow Frissons any longer, despite the wretched garbled screams seeming to imply something considerably interesting was taking place. It also didn't help that Adrien was too cute in those dorky reading glasses of his to ever truly be mad at. What an asshole.

"First of all," Claudia said, pausing for a moment to purse her lips and think, "You wouldn't be the one doing the 'dying' part. You would have known that if you had actually paid attention to what I was saying."

"I was. And I'm frankly offended you think I would ever do the contrary." He took the opportunity to give her a kiss on the forehead, as if he was the gallant hero of a fairytale sealing a promise to a fairy queen. "To hear your voice is that which my very soul subsists upon, my heart a slave to your whims—"

Claudia mouthed his words mockingly, punctuating it with a stuck out tongue.

"You're insufferable. You know that, right?" She asked.

"I'm as insufferable as you are gorgeous. Can we agree to that?"

Claudia very nearly did, but stopped herself right before she said something Adrien could hold against her.

"Maybe the real reason you chose me is because I put up with all your wordy bullshit," she muttered, cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink from embarrassment.

"Sure. Let's go with that."

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#god these two bicker like they're getting paid to do it. OTP #shitsquare #claudrien #claudrien nation #writing prompts

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Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 20

Hi and welcome!

For a number of reasons I ended up here. I go about translating to the best of my abilities, relaying all that happens in the chapters - pretty much playing wine-aunt.

So, be warned that all the spoilers are down below. Want some but not all? My dm's/asks are open!

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Enjoy & please take a look at the notes, if you're caught up!

Chapter 20 | A Twisted Past

Maomao checks with Kurumu: So you know the wind reading clan?

The self-proclaimed “beautiful girl” crossed her arms and grunted “Hmm/Well”.

Kurumu: I know, or rather, that’s what my great-grandfather used to call it when he was still living in the grasslands. Well, I only know very little/not much about it either, I’ve only asked my grandmother a few times.

Maomao: Can you tell us as much as you know?

Kurumu: Eh, what should I do?

Narrator-Mao notes that as she made a bad move, Kurumu got carried away.

Kurumu: I can’t say it’s free but/though

Grinning, Kurumu asks for money.

Taomei: Hehe, do you want to get turned in by/to the officials?

Eyes reminiscent of a bird of prey flashed behind Kurumu. Taomei looks on with a smile. Narrator-Mao notes that.. for some reason, the unrelated Basen cowered and the owl was trembling, its wings ruffled.

Kurumu’s face twitched.

As expected, Taomei is a scary wife who puts Gaoshun in place.

Maomao deliberately clears her throat.

Maomao(?): …… I think we’re making a concession here. You answer the questions. I won’t expose you to the officials. Also, depending on what you do in the future—

Taomei: Right, we can also discuss what to do with this owl

Taomei continues Maomao’s answer.

Kurumu: Understood. (it’s short and rushed, fitting for being gaslit like this). What I heard from grandma was that a long time ago, a nomadic family was hunted by slaves. I heard that most of the people who were hunted were killed, the women were taken as wives and the children were sold as slaves.

Narrator-Mao’s like “that’s info even I know”.. however, there is one thing that’s bothering her.

Maomao: I heard that the wind reading clan uses birds. Does this mean that the method of incubating and raising bird eggs has never ceased?

Kurumu: That’s it. Ah, that was a bad thing to say. The wind reading clan was destroyed. The divided half

Maomao: Half?

Maomao and the others stare at Kurumu.

Kurumu: That’s right. They must’ve been going around the grasslands for some kind of festival or something. In that case, wouldn’t it be better to move in parts, rather than all at once. There was also a means of communication using birds.

Maomao nods, saying that’s certainly true.

Maomao: But what happened to the remaining half? It seems that the wind reading clan is thought to have disappeared. Was the festival not continued?

Kurumu: Yes/Hmm. I don’t really understand/get it. Apparently my great-grandfather was one of the surviving members of the family, but he died when grandma was about ten years old. Granny said that he had taught her a lot about birds, but he was no longer grazing and was living in the city. However, there was a regular customer who would buy the pigeons he raised, so he didn’t have to worry about food/eating them.

Maomao: A regular?

Kurumu: Well, I was told that he must be some kind of big name, but I haven’t heard any details about him. I mean, even grandma didn’t seem to know much about it.

Everyone falls silent at Kurumus testimony.

Kurumu: Huh? Did I say something weird?

Maomao?: No, thank you very much.

As narrator she goes on ask-stating if that’s what’s meant with a horse coming from a gourd, which is a literal translation from a saying about a joke/something very unexpected actually coming true. But then she argues that she’d assumed it could be somewhat related to the wind reading clan, it just got to the core of it all more than she expected.

Kurumu: Compromise. Can I take this one home? I found a place that looked like a good spot for releasing (owly).

Maomao(?) asks if she’s actually going to let owly go if they hand owly over and Kurumu explains that that’s what she’d intended to do and what she’d been taught by her grandmother.

Maomao makes eye contact with Taomei. Taomei nodded quietly, so Maomao handed the cage containing owly over to Kurumu. Kurumu smiled broadly.

Maomao: May I ask you one more question?

Kurumu: What is it?

Now that the bird had been returned, Kurumu seemed to be in a good mood, saying this with her teeth showing.

Maomao: You said that your father and Gyokuou-sama’s mother are related, but is it okay to assume that your mother is also part of the wind reading clan?

Kurumu: I can’t say for sure, but…… She seemed to like birds and was used to handling them.

Narrator-Mao notes that if Gyokuou’s mother is from the wind-reader clan, there would be various connections.

Going on to think: I got some useful information though

However, Narrator-Mao’s like.. if they believe Kurumu’s story, several contradictions will appear.

Maomao thinks: If the wind-reading clan had not perished, perhaps they could’ve continued the festival even after that.

Which would mean they’d have to question what the meaning of what Nenshin, who’d become a serf, was doing actually was.

And why did the wind-reader clan become extinct?

Narrator-Mao thinks that a strange/suspicious point just appeared.

In her mind, concluding that one possible possibility is…

Maybe they pretended the wind reading clan was destroyed and used their abilities for something else. (also got that they destroyed them to use their abilities)

“The faster information is transmitted, the stronger it is” - she points out in her head.

Once you surround them with the fact that they perished, there’s many ways to use them. This isn’t strange, considering that Kurumu’s grandmother was already living in the city. It also makes sense that Kurumu’s great-grandfather passed away so early.

Maomao goes on thinking, about great-grandpa’s premature death, that once the technique has been passed down - those who know the past are in the way. (because they know too much)

Kurumu: Hey. Nee-chan. Can I go home now?

Maomao startles as Kurumu pokes her. She seemed to be in deep thought.

Maomao: Sorry. Could you please give me/us your contact information? I might also be able to introduce a customer who also wants a small bird.

Kurumu: …… Eh, I’m kind of scared

Narrator-Mao notes that Kurumu doesn’t seem to be fooled by her fake smile. (Maybe) There was a look on Maomao’s face as if she was going to let a valuable source of information escape.

Taomei: Hehe. I(?) would never do anything terrible to a child. Hey/Listen, could you please introduce me to your father?

Taomei’s eyes light up.

Kurumu reacted timidly, nodding.

Mind-Mao’s like: She’s just too strong

Going on as narrator: Even though she’s a different type from Suiren and the Madam (granny from Verdigris)

Mind-Mao thinks that it’s quiet around her/that it’s no wonder everyone around her (Taomei) is so quiet.

Chue is not as bubbly/outspoken as usual and Basen has a selfless look on his face, one that resembles Gaoshun. Maomao wonders if this is how today’s Gaoshun was created.

Once Kurumu was sent home with a/her servant, Taomei looks at Maomao.

Taomei: From the look on your face it seems like you’ve come up with a few things.

Narrator-Mao notes that this seems to be a polite way of saying: If you know something, tell me.

Maomao: This is just my assumption and it may be (wild and?) absurd

Recently, Maomao has had some antipathy with her adoptive father, Luomen, but she is basically faithful to his teachings. She doesn’t intend to judge things based on speculation without evidence.

Taomei: But my-, our master isn’t looking for a definite conclusion every single time/for every single thing. He’s a master of taking everything into his own hands, but could you please speak with him once so that we can plan for possible future countermeasures?

Taomei looks at Maomao with the eyes of a bird of prey.

Maomao?: Well then—

Maomao opens her mouth to tell Taomei to tell Jinshi her story.

Taomei: No, please meet and talk with him directly.

Maomao: I don’t think there’s a problem with talking about it here

As narrator Maomao doesn’t think that Taomei would twist around the speculations she told her.

Taomei: No. Sometimes I need a distraction

Maomao: Huh?

Maomao could only narrow her eyes at Maomao, who gave her a slightly mischievous smile

Notes

This shit’s getting wild xD

– Please note that this was originally Arc 10. I wrongly assumed since it's going to be LN 10 it would line up, but it was brought to my attention that 2 of the arcs are split up due to how long they are. It doesn't change much per se, since it's still future LN V10, but I'm sticking to the promised honesty, if I get something wrong somewhere. I've gone ahead and renumbered all the posts by now.

– A bird of prey is a bird like an eagle/hawk that kills and eats other birds/animals

– The line about the horse and the gourd was an actual chain of kanji. You can google it and it'll come up: hyōtankarakoma xD

– Which, btw is unrelated, but Basen’s often coming up in translators as “Horse flash” which is always funny. Taomei is peach(es)

– The “selfless” expression mentioned from Basen towards the end is “muga no kyouchi”, a state of self actualization. It’s a state where a person has surpassed his/her limit and starts to copy and execute techniques that he/she has seen/experienced in a random pattern. And yes, this is part of Prince of Tennis xD

– One of the only things I don’t know this time is who’s servant Kurumu leaves with.

– I most often got that sometimes Taomei (aka “I” not “you”) needs a distraction, which.. She's a married wife, with grown kids, her husband in tow - I did get it a minimal amount that sometimes “you” need a distraction, but with Maomao’s reaction and Taomei’s mischievous smile.. 6 and 9 is a number once added up that equals yoga between the sheets.

– I also got it a couple of times that Taomei has a couple of potential clients that could want birds from Kurumu’s dad, but for now I settled on one (Jinshi, the obvious target)

I hope you enjoyed. Buckle up, this is going somewhere. I just love that Taomei is domming anyone and everyone like they’re all just clay in the palm of her hands. Stay safe and I’ll see you soon!

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

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nitannichionne · 1 year

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If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 74: Unwrapping (Henry POV)

Not two weeks after I was gone, she disappeared from everyone. I decided to text her at night and she seemed…elusive. Her detailed answers became nothing but emojis though they always had a smile or heart in them. I deduced that she might want to meet face to face to really talk about anything of note. I make arrangements for pickup for escort the London Grand Dame Holiday Party.

I rent a car and driver to pick up her up. Bentleys are all about comfort.

She comes out in an outfit that looks very formal, almost regal. Her hair is up, she has an overlay that gives her quite the sparkle, almost wintry. But the look in her eyes is different.

“Henry.”

I give a half bow and help her into the car, waving off the driver. What was that? What is going on?

Minutes into our trip, I see a car, a dark one. “Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re being followed,” I exhale. “Probably paparazzi—” I signal our driver to tell him to lose them.

“No, relax, Henry,” she touches my hand. “They’re with me.”

“With you?”

Her eyes lower. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

I turn to her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry, Henry.” She looks out of the window.

“Darling.” I needed to know.

She turns her head promptly, her expression attentive. “Yes?”

I close the privacy door between us and the driver. “What’s going on?”

“Hen—”

“Something has changed, I know you well enough to know so don’t deny it.”

She exhales a small chuckle and covers my hand. “I love you.”

Why that made me uncomfortable, I didn’t know. “I love you.”

She leans on me and I can feel her distraction, her concern. I put an arm around her, and realize this is a matter of time now, whatever it is.

I smile when I see the Floating Star, better known at the Sunborn Hotel tonight. It is a glamourous ship, with wonderful views of the river and accommodations.

I help her out of the car and I watch the driver of the other look on from a distance. He looks as if he is checking surroundings, and watching us. I look down at her and she is looking straight ahead, chin tilted up. “Darling—”

“Hold my hand, Henry,” she whispers at the bottom of the elaborate gangplank. She looks up at me. “Don’t let go?”

“Alright,” I say softly. “I won’t leave you.”

The dining hall is set up with gold décor, making it look posh and like a true holiday party. People were milling about, talking amongst themselves. There are a few screens set up, showing people having their family trees revealed. A few people did double-takes when we came in, and I put on my best stare. What the hell—

Chiru and Sophia come to her and literally form a protective barrier between her and the others. They take turns hugging her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes shining. “Thank you for coming—”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Chiru said.

“We’re here for you—” Sophie does a double-take at me. “You haven’t told him?!”

“Wasn’t time.”

Chiru and Sophia gasp and look at each other. “Come on, let’s go--”

Suddenly there is a tinkling of glasses and clicking of lights. Supper was about to begin. It is very good food, as always, but I wanted to get a moment alone with her. After dessert, I decided I would whisk her away outside.

Perline Richardson rises and clinks her glass and everyone pays attention.

But not soon enough. The lights went low, and I pulled her out.

“It’s too late,” she whispers. “Look.”

My attention turns to the largest screen, and I see her and Henry Louis Gates sitting together.

“I…” he nods. “have some earth-shattering news for you.”

“Oh, God, really?” she is almost laughing. “Descendant of slaves—”

“Once you got here,” he repeats. “once you got here.”

She looks up at Gates.

“In 1832, there was a territory called Eden,” Gates began. “and the heir to the Earl of Eden was named Aldric-Aldric of Eden, was born. He was the only son and heir of Godric Eden. He fell in love with a slave woman named Lily in 1850. Lily was born in the garden two years after Aldric, which belonged to Godric’s wife Anne. Godric found out about the relationship between Aldric and Lily when Aldric refused to marry a highborn white woman. In the night, Anne took Lily and sold her to a slave trader heading for the Americas.”

The room was completely quiet. A pin could be dropped.

“Okay,” was all she said.

“Lily cursed the Eden family, swearing pain and misery upon every descendent until things were set right,” Gates went on. “Aldric fell ill, and told his parents on his death bed that Lily was with child when she was sold. He cast the same curse on his family in his illness and heartbreak, and with no will to live, died in his sleep. They had sent the only heir into slavery. Godric had a younger brother Gregory, who inherited the land, but he was not a good leader, and after Godric’s death, much of Eden was squandered and lost to other territories. The only thing that saved what is left of it today was that Aldric set aside money for his heir, in hopes he—or she—would come back someday. It is now called Edenvale, Gregory’s way of trying to save the reputation and memory of the happier days of the land.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yes, today, quite a fortune, with an older company overseeing the money and reporting to the courts of its growth.”

“That sounds pretty farfetched,” she says.

“It is, but true,” he chuckles. “When Lily got to the Americas, she was showing, so she was seen as a breeder and an enhanced deal. She died in childbirth, but her son was named Al upon her request. He grew up and fought in the American Civil War as a teen, and when it was over, ran west to find a life with Native Americans in the northwest United States. He fathered one child with his Native American wife, Koko, and named her Magdeline…”

Wait wasn’t her great grandmother’s name…? I look at her profile and she isn’t looking at me. Chiru is sitting on the other side and takes her hand.

“This isn’t confirmed or denied, but rumor is that Al tried to return to Edenvale, but was never heard from again. Magdeline married and had two daughters, one of which died in a drowning accident. The surviving daughter was named…”

The picture of her mother flashed on the wall, and anyone who had seen her now knew who she was, the resemblance was so strong.

I am staring at her. I am no longer staring at the screen. I’d heard this story before, and rumor has it that this heir has at least a fifty million waiting for claim.

“And now I would like to introduce Lady Edenvale.”

@mistress-of-ward @nuggsmum @messyinsomniacbookgirl @jencanbeyouryengeralt @sweetdreamsofgelato @mary-ann84 @omgkatinka @the-soot-sprite @viking-raider @keanureevesisbae @henryobsessed @summersong69 @kinbhot4henners @sunshine96love @michelehansel @radofrivia @thelastsock @defffcc @tenaciousneckpartypainter @rn7rocksn @mrskikirazz @daydreamin83 @ruthoakenshield @musicartmayheminmyheart @michelehansel @tumblnewby @defffcc @tenaciousneckpartypainter @rn7rocksn @daydreamin83 @ruthoakenshield @forallthebrokenheartedthings @alphacancrii @liquorlaughslove @designerewriterchic @sofiebstar @tamychm @nikkilynn303 @circesgirl @aaescritora @xoxohannahlee @pixie88 @fckdeusername@maan24@rn7rocks @kaatelyyynn @october505 @absentmindedreader @introvertedmouse

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #henry cavll x reader #henry cavill x you

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houxe · 1 year

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The Problem with Using Certain Manhwa’s for Dsmp AUs

Recently I was scrolling on Twitter looking for fanart (I do not have a Twitter, I was on guest, don’t ask me for it) and I came upon a thread talking about how a fic shouldn’t have used a manhwa for inspiration because of the connotations it presents to the characters, how the fic was portrayed, and the subject of the manhwa itself.

And I agree.

I think the thread was right and that we should have a discussion on what stories are appropriate to make platonic, or romantic aus, out of with the Dsmp characters.

So I’m going to talk about it here.

This thread was talking about a specific fic that’s grown popular, but I don’t want this to be a witch hunt or a call out of their work, so I won’t be mentioning the thread name or the fic. You can go find it yourself, but I want this to be a discussion and for people to check what they plan to take inspiration from before using it.

If you do find the threat and the fic, please do not attack or belittle the creator of the fic it was talking about. My post here is only to spread awareness on topics we as a community shouldn’t blatantly use as inspiration.

Now, there are many manhwas and webtoons and stories in general that have amazing plotlines and characterization to play with. I can completely understand why people would want to make aus out of them.

However, stories that involve the sexual abuse and manipulation of women by men in power should not be used for inspiration, especially not for stories where you are taking out the important plot points to force it to fit.

These stories include manhwas like: ‘The Remarried Empress’, ‘Your Throne’, and ‘The Villainess is a Marionette’.

Obviously, this is only naming a few popular ones, but all three of these stories heavily touch on, or use it as the main plot, the topic of women being view as objects and baby incubators, like in Remarried Empress’s case, or lesser beings that should be submissive and bow to men, like in Your Throne and The Villainess is a Marionette’s cases.

The Dsmp fandom in general focuses heavily on the cis male characters of the fandom, and I find it to be in extremely poor taste to take a story based around the abuse and belittlement of women, or other marginalized sexualities and genders, by men in power and turn them into aus about all men and then removing the vital parts of the story that focus on their gender or sexuality.

Which is the main issue. The removal of those vital bits to make the story work, when you could've easily used another or used a similar plotline but not follow the main plot of the manhwa.

This is especially true in cases like the Remarried Empress, where the antagonist quite literally takes in a runaway slave and uses her to stroke his ego because she is a powerless child and he wants to get a baby out of her before tossing her aside. Basing a Dsmp au off of that, and taking out that vital context (i.e. wanting to use her as a baby maker), is horrible.

In fact, in my personal opinion, I think it touches far too close to boundary breaking. The characters are not the content creators, however they still put up boundaries for said characters they created. Specifically ones about sexual themes and the like.

And, to clarify, it would be the same if they took a story about a man being abused in a specific way only men, or masculine presenting, characters could be abused and took out vital pieces to make it into a story about women. Or if you took a story about a trans character's abuse and took out vital pieces to make it into a story about cis characters instead.

I'm only using these manhwas because they're unfortunately the most popular in terms of specific sexual abuse, and a lot of the Dsmp ccs made it clear they do not want their characters to be involved with sexual themes. Using these manhwas and taking out the vital pieces (the sexual abuse) really bastardizes the whole point of the story.

This isn’t me singling out Remarried Empress, either. Your Throne heavily goes into the topic of manipulating and grooming a young, little girl into being the ‘perfect’ submissive wife to an emperor and how she must always bow to him. Putting a Dsmp character in that position? Or in the emperor’s position? No.

If the stories that people take inspiration from were about parents abusing their child, or siblings abusing their siblings, or someone being raised to be a ‘perfect heir’, then those are fine! They don’t focus on the systemic abuse of these gender identities at all!

You are free to make your own stories and take inspiration from others, but don’t do so with works that focus on the systemic abuse of some gender identities, then proceed to take those vital points out. Again, that is the real issue here.

I’m going to end this off by saying, again, please do not attack anyone who does this. This is to be used a discussion and to spread awareness of things that are just not cool.

I don’t want to dishearten anyone from creativity, but we as a community need to draw a line when it comes to these sorts of things. There are so many other stories that can be used for familial abuse or friend abuse or regular abuse of power that don’t involve such disgusting and specific topics pertaining to how certain identities have been treated throughout history.

Please have a good day and take breaks if you need them.

#dream smp #dsmp #discussion #manhwa #mcyt fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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Needlessly Long and Dramatic APH Belarus Slander

A/N: Just to clarify, I am NOT at all referring to the REAL COUNTRY of Belarus. The citizens of Belarus are already trying so hard to fight, literally risking their lives, for freedom and national identity. I am not about to ignorantly hold an entire country accountable for what their government and dictator do and have done, especially since people are dying trying to fight for basic human rights.

This is about HETALIA’S Belarus. SPECIFICALLY Hetalia’s Belarus as a PERSON, not as a nation. As I said in one of my first posts, there’s not nearly enough slander of this depiction of Belarus. And when there was, it was for the wrong reasons (“she gets in between me and my ships”). This has been festering inside me and I need to let it all out.

And do keep in mind that this is APH Belarus slander. This is my opinion. It's in the title. Don't like it? Then move on. I don't care, I don't wanna hear it.

And if you stayed, I hope you're ready because I'm about to spill my angry guts out😃👍

Hetalia’s Belarus is a terrible person and a poor, insulting personification of the country.

How?

Let's see, uh…

She bullies, deliberately ignores, and is overall a complete cow to her older sister because she falsely assumes that Russia wants to marry her instead.

Is needlessly hostile and rude to everyone, regardless if they mean well.

Threatens and curses people who disagree with, or even question, Russia because "how dare they have an opinion".

Gets angry when Russia talks to anyone who isn't her, regardless if it’s for professional reasons.

One of the (many, many, many) reasons why Russia doesn’t have any friends is because she scares people off just to have him all to herself.

Blames other people (especially her sister) for Russia's constant avoidance of her rather than reflecting on her own behavior.

Is weirdly contradictory. She’s been shown actively stalking seeking out recruits to ‘become one’ with Russia but gets all ornery and pissy when said recruits are close to him (like, what did you expect??).

Makes Russia’s life more of a living Hell and even curses him when he outright tells her “no”.

Throws violent temper tantrums when things don’t go her way and destroys things.

Has deluded herself into thinking that Russia does want to marry her and dismisses his fearful reactions as stubbornness/“Tsundere behavior”.

Is completely on board with Russia’s desire to take over the world (which she misinterprets as "turn everyone into big brother’s slaves" rather than Russia’s real intentions [as fucked up and naive as they are], "being friends with everyone").

Has been bullying Lithuania since childhood even though he loves her and has repeatedly broken his fingers and legs.

Has been implied to have done questionable things to the Baltics ("Today, I played around with___. It’s interesting to see what expressions he makes when I do such things to him").

Isn’t above hurting animals. Got into a fight with a cat simply because it was “in big brother’s way”.

Has done an impression of the stereotypical "Imōto-chan trope" in an attempt to "persuade" her brother into marriage (I know it's minuscule compared to what I've already mentioned, but the fact that she just blatantly assumes that Russia is the kind of person who would be into that is just...ew).

Held Liechtenstein in a chokehold when asked to interact with her.

Actually likes her authoritarian jackass of a boss and has made a fansite of him (the only other person she’s done this for is Russia, which is saying a lot).

Silent calls people out of spite.

Has stolen, smelled, and worn her brother's underwear on her head as a nightcap.

Takes invasive photos of Russia without his knowledge or consent.

Constantly ruins and/or breaks down Russia's doors.

Leaves scratch marks on Russia's property as a hobby.

Has indecent, sexual fantasies about her brother.

Has used physical force on Russia (ie. crushing his arm) to get him to marry her and showed zero remorse over hurting him.

Has an entire Hetastagram (Instagram) account called ‘Daily Big Brother’, where she praises, stalks, and publicly posts photos of Russia online without his consent (and I’m willing to bet that some of them were the suggestive ones I mentioned earlier).

Overall, not a good person. A brat, even.

Belarus is one of those characters that I adore aesthetically. I love her design (have you seen her in a ponytail?), I occasionally do voice impressions of her for fun and I’m always ecstatic when I discover canon information about her. Hell, I have an entire document dedicated to canon descriptions of her physical appearance just to cosplay her (I’ve been wanting to cosplay Bela for a very long time).

But at the same time I know for a fact that, if I knew her in real life, I would absolutely hate her guts.

I already don't like her as a person, and I know I said this is about her personality specifically, but I especially don't like her as a personification of a country that's already been going through hell just to keep its independence (and it's even more gross and insulting in real life knowing that it's Russia that's out to take away Belarus' national autonomy).

Belarus' obsession with Russia does influence most of her bad traits. He's not, by any means, a good influence.

However, she fails to recognize his many fatal faults and misinterprets what he wants as malicious world domination and enslavement, which she's concerningly more than happy to indulge.

She sees Russia as this idealized, flanderized version of himself. She sees him as something to praise and revere, as this brooding, merciless god-on-earth who's righteous in every way. To put it into perspective, the way she sees Russia is very similar to how the fandom saw him during the 2010s and sometimes still sees him today.

She doesn't really know her brother or even see him as his own person. Sure, she can name every location he's ever been to, is obnoxiously protective of him, and knows his pinky toe turns red when he's embarrassed, but she doesn't know who he is as a person. His likes, dislikes, what he wants, and especially, what he doesn't want. She likes the idea of him and just makes assumptions from there without any input or consent.

Belarus won't acknowledge it, but to her, Russia is essentially a doll. Just a target. An object to keep, project, and force her affection onto.

And this isn't the same as Russia doing harmful things out of a lack of understanding of how the world works. This isn't the same as Russia being cognitively unaware of everyone's fear of him.

No. Bela knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows better than to be doing what she’s doing. But she indulges anyway simply because she lacks impulse control. And from the looks of it, it's deliberate.

And the worst part about all this? She’s never been held accountable for her actions. Not once does someone reprimand her or call her out for her shitty behavior and, if anything, it’s enabled.

Russia can't bring himself to tell her off or get rid of her (out of both familial love and fear), which only makes matters worse since Bela's fanatical dumbass will only assume that his lack of action means that he approves of her behavior.

But it's not like what Russia does matters anyway because if he even tries to put her down (gently or otherwise) and behaves outside of her idealized version of him, she'll just throw a shit fit and make him more miserable. He's forever stuck in this vicious cycle until he's drained from her antics and finally gives in to what she wants.

And the reason(s) why other people let her get away with the shit she pulls is because:

They're also scared of her.

She’s a female nation, and no one tells female nations what to do.

"She’s just so cute!” (PrettyPrivilege™️).

The closest thing she’s ever gotten to a ‘reality check’ was in that 2011 Halloween comic. When Denmark casually brushes off her usual attempts at intimidation.

And laughs to her face for even trying in the first place.

(Denmark, you’re wonderful, don’t ever change)

Belarus is implied to be lonely and has had a rough upbringing like her siblings, leaving her with a pessimistic view of life and relationships. She's tried to break away from Russia once (I imagine her bosses at the time forced her to) and lived with America, who also got tired of her antics and tried to get rid of her as well. This would explain a lot of her obsessive, co-dependent behavior and, by all accounts, is enough to garner some form of sympathy.

However, the reason why Bela is lonely is that she's actively choosing to cling to one person. She pushes all of her projections and issues onto Russia, further isolating him while not giving a single flying fuck over how her actions affect him and those around her.

And even when there are other people who love and care about her unconditionally (for some reason), she’s dismissive and a complete bitch to them. She takes those relationships for granted and only ever indulges them if it serves some sort of benefit to her (usually as a means of getting closer to Russia).

As if the fact that she's indulging in incestuous fantasies isn't bad enough, she's making active attempts to make them a reality and giving no regard over how her target feels. She takes time out of her day to intentionally hurt others who dare to disagree. The fact that there are other people who care about her and want her to be happy means nothing to her. It's painfully frustrating to watch.

Even traits that should be positive (strength and passion) are manifested in negative ways. She's been noted to be talented and has so much potential. But instead, she chooses to waste said potential in favor of being...this.

So long story short, Belarus is the kind of person who will never be happy. Regardless if she magically gets what she wants in the end.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: I absolutely love it when the fandom goes the extra mile to expand on her character. She's shrouded in mystery and could have at least one positive trait for all we know (unfortunately, that reveal's not gonna happen anytime soon).

I typically don't care for headcanons and this is one of the few exceptions. It's a breath of fresh air to see different interpretations of her character.

Man, Belarus. You bring out the worst in people.

And you're not putting in any effort to change that. To be a better version of yourself. Have you any self-respect?

So you must be happy with where you are. And if that's the case, then why should I, or anyone, feel bad?

I guess I see why I should be sorry for you, but I also see no point in wasting sympathy on someone who's content with being a shitty person.

Don't go out of your way to be a petty asshole and this wouldn't happen🤗

So yeah, Hetalia’s Belarus is not just a terrible person, but a poor, insulting personification of the country.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

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I really feel what you mean on that last post. I’ll mix my yandere ideas with horror and then remember that dark stuff does happen to real people. It kinda puts me off writing horror sometimes

I try to always tag my shit appropriately and that's one of the biggest reasons, is the knowledge and consent with consuming certain things, but even then, I myself have had times where I read tags and labels and I'm like "ok, ok, this sounds like a good time" and then I read through it and I say "actually, this is surprisingly upsetting for me, I feel viscerally uncomfortable" and can even like lose my day to Depression Fog

Like. For example one thing that immediately springs to mind is I will say things like "oh, what if Reader had a stalker that kidnapped them and treated them like an object and you know noncons you all the time, youre just their pretty little cum dumpster" and that, you know, has a different focus and energy than like, a specific hentai whose name I want to say is maybe Dropout where there's a school that basically forces the girls with the worst grades to be, would calling them "free use sex slaves" be accurate. Like on paper they're being forced into a lot of the same dehumanizing sort of scenarios I occasionally brainstorm, collars marking them, other stuff

Another I guess specific name is if yall have ever heard of Kuroinu.m (because I had an ask recently asking for porn recs that I've been neglecting to answer lmao). That's a hentai that's like OG monster fucking stuff but i vividly remember being like turned on and disgusted by it in the past bc it's like, monsters and defeated heroines and stuff, good size difference, got the hero vs villain aspect, good, good, but it's also like eventual dehumanization of women with sprinkles of "this is all you'll ever be good for, all the women are enslaved, the female knights are enslaved, the princesses, etc etc,"

But then again those are also drastically different tones so maybe that's a bad comparison. Like for me a common, I guess, "yandere aesthetic" that i personally try to always include or appeals to me, or at least my most common interpretation of these kinds of stories, is that the inherent forcing of, anything, any act whatsoever onto the victim/Reader by their, you know, yandere/partner/whatever, displays that the aggressor wants or likes or needs something from you that much to the point they force you into it. They lose control of themselves for you.

I mean shit you want another example, I wrote Doubt where Reader is pregnant and then the overturning of Roe v Wade happened and pregnancy felt disgusting and a physical threat to be defeated, and then some time after that now the newest development is "what if Reader loved her new chubby baby actually and she decides that the father is the problem and fucking books it and also hooked up with Clark as a defense maybe 😳"

I guess consuming media and engaging with kinks is sort of an ongoing development for everyone, and I guess that goes even without NSFW material too. You can try a new story and they explore a concept you've never encountered before and find yourself absolutely DISGUSTED, or you could find something that awakens something in you. Playing Corruption of Champions in my formative years was definitely an experience for sure. I remember reading a Transformers fic once where a bunch of the Autobots literally got reprogrammed and had their memories altered and even spark bonds erased like their actual souls tampered with to become enslaved and that was like upsetting at that time like the sheer loss of even will and ability to control and feel ones one thoughts, and now I occasionally play around with "tee hee what if write ABO where Reader is an Omega and those hormones are just ao crazy sometimes she just maybe kinda loses control a little maybe ;) those alpha smells can send you in a little frenzy maybe tee hee ;)"

Finding your comfort zone is an ongoing experiment I guess

#sorry if this is rambling i gotta stop smoking weed while multitasking all the time lmaooo

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