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academyofbrokenhearts · 4 months

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Of Nightmares and Late Night Encounters

Kaya has a nightmare and Suna wakes him up. The rest, as they say, is history. One-shot.

My brain came up with this scene late at night on Christmas Eve, when I was trying to fall asleep, and it (obviously) didn't leave me alone until I actually wrote the entire thing. As mentioned in the tags, I have no idea how KaySun will evolve in canon, so I don't know how (or if) what I wrote here will fit in with the show. But whatever. This fandom deserves nice things.

AO3 link here.

Suna had been a light sleeper for most of her life.

It was like her subconscious was finely tuned in to catch even the smallest sign of something not being right in her environment. As a child, she would always wake up and reach out to Seyran whenever her sister had nightmares, her touch and whispered words always more than enough to soothe her and return her to a calm sleep. If she couldn't protect Seyran from the regular horrors of the day, she could at least protect her from the horrors that were haunting her sleep - which, Suna suspected, were the same anyway.

She had kept the habit of waking up at least once per night as an adult, even after Seyran had married and left her proximity, never truly being able to enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep, always on edge.

She had enjoyed a change in her sleeping pattern only since marrying Kaya. Having him around during the night was comfortable in a way she hadn't expected. Kaya was keeping to himself for the most part, and, outside of the moments when they were being intimate, was extra careful to not cross into her personal space, putting a respectful distance between the two of them. He was also an exceptionally calm sleeper, not moving much during the night; he would fall asleep on his belly, hugging a pillow, and Suna suspected that's how he would usually wake up as well, although, thanks to her newfound ability to sleep without interruption during the night, she hadn't yet had the chance to wake up before him to test her theory.

So when she unexpectedly wakes up during what appeared to initially be just another regular night, she knows something is amiss.

With her mind still slightly foggy, she looks next to her, at Kaya who's still asleep (on his back, she quickly takes note), and at first cannot quite believe her eyes, but sure enough, she has seen a similar picture many times before. Kaya's breath is accelerated, his fingers clutching the sheet, the pillow on the floor, away from his grasp, and yeah, all signs point out to him having a nightmare.

A heartbeat passes, and she's not quite sure what she should do - if she should do anything at all. But then a brief pained moan escapes his lips, so her need to soothe takes over, and she reaches out to him, touches his forehead gently with her palm.

He wakes up with a shudder, and Suna almost backs off, but his eyes quickly focus on her, and he catches her hand with his before she can completely withdraw it.

"Suna," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," Suna whispers back, not exactly knowing what to say. "It looked like you were having a nightmare."

He swallows once, twice. "Yeah, I think I was," he says, no longer looking at her. "Did I bother you?"

He looks uncomfortable, and Suna remembers his reaction the morning after he had fallen asleep crying in her arms. At the time, she had thought he was being distant to punish her, but looking at him now, she realises it was probably also because he didn't like showing his hidden vulnerability.

"Don't worry about that," she replies. "I'm a light sleeper normally."

His features relax a bit, and he turns on his side to look at her, his hand still on hers. "Sorry anyway," he says. "I don't know why, but I don't seem to sleep well on my back."

A pause, then he adds:

"But I didn't know you're a light sleeper. It's a bit surprising."

"I used to be a light sleeper, at least," Suna amends, and for a moment she thinks whether it's okay to share this with him or not, but they did promise to be honest with each other, and she doesn't see what harm it could bring. So she adds: "It seems like I sleep better with you around."

His gaze becomes pensive, and he studies her for a while, without saying a word, his hand moving slightly over hers in touches just as gentle as her own touch on his forehead earlier. Suna feels her cheeks reddening slightly, but holds his gaze, waiting.

He eventually speaks again:

"Suna, is it okay if I hold you for a while?"

And she doesn't know what pushes her to say it. Maybe it's the fact that it's late at night, maybe it's the constant gentleness he treats her with, his great care around her, the respect regarding her boundaries, the way he looks in semidarkness, eyes on her. Maybe all of those at once.

But she says it.

"You can do much more than hold me. If you want."

He doesn't say a thing, but, before she can even start to second guess herself, his lips are on hers, and his kiss is hot and heavy.

Even with all her lack of experience and general shyness in intimate situations, Suna doesn't think Kaya realised that she was technically a virgin during their first night together.

Because he took so much time, touching her intently, pausing to ask her whether it felt good, encouraging her initially timid touches as well, that by the time he entered her, she was so relaxed that it didn't hurt, and she never bled.

He never quite asked her what happened in her first marriage; he probably suspects she was assaulted, but never asked for any details, and that's something she's quietly grateful for. She doesn't think she can share with anyone the sort of humiliation she was made to endure. Not even with him; not yet, anyway. She doesn't know why, but she feels deep in her core that he wouldn't judge her.

She's not used to ask for what she wants; she was always in the background of her own life, never being able to oppose whatever bad things would happen to her at any given moment.

There's nothing bad about this, though, nothing bad about the way his arms hold her, nothing bad about his lips on her throat, nothing bad about his whisper in her ear "you can stop me if I become too rough", nothing bad about his hands on her bare skin.

He's indeed less gentle than the previous times they did it, his hands wandering around more freely, his touch a bit more insistent, his whispers more commanding: "tell me how to do it, tell me how you like it", words that would normally make her blush in any other situation, but not here, not with him.

She feels him deep inside of her, intensity building up to the point that she can barely hold herself together, and it's frightening, but also exhilarating. "Let go," he murmurs, "let go, let go, I won't be able to last long either", and that's what finally sends her over the edge.

When she returns from the bathroom, she expects to see him already clothed, as it usually happens after their intimate encounters. But he lays between the sheets in the same position he was when she left, and, as far as she can see, he's still naked.

She pauses for a bit, then, almost without realising, slips out of her robe and lets it fall to the ground before climbing back into bed.

He reacts immediately, moving towards her, hands touching her tenderly. "Is it okay like this? Sorry, I didn't really feel like moving, but I can-" and then he pauses, and she knows he realised she's also naked behind the sheets.

"It's okay," she smiles. "It's comfortable."

His head moves towards her shoulder, his body almost completely covering hers, and Suna holds him gently, her fingers playing with his hair. She feels him from head to toe, a pleasant warm weight on top of her.

It's beautiful. It's scary.

She thinks she knows what love is, but she doesn't quite know how to define this, whatever it is that's between them. She just knows she doesn't want it to end.

"Suna," she hears him speaking. "Will you hold me like this for a bit longer?"

And so she gives the only answer that wouldn't sound like a lie: "Always."

He's still asleep when she wakes up in the morning.

#Yalı Çapkını #Yali Capkini #Kaya Sönmez #Suna Şanlı #Kaya Sonmez #Suna Sanli #KaySun #fan fiction #Of Nightmares and Late Night Encounters #writing #made by me #someday I will stop writing for the clown show #today is not that day #I have no idea if this scene will fit in canon or not #probably not because it's something I came up with on Christmas Eve #late Christmas present for the fandom #İfakat evil voice in the background: and now kiss!#why do they own me so bad

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jokersexymancompetition · 9 months

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Evil Clown Contest Redemption Round Three

#evil clowns #evil clown #tumblr poll tournament #tumblr polls #poll tournament #clown #mime #jester #evil clown poll #ecc #evil clown contest #ecc redemption round three #creepypasta #Laughing Jack #creepypasta fandom #kefka palazzo #final fantasy vi #ff6 #final fantasy 6

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cruelprincae · 3 months

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Me: I am close to finishing the pjo book series and after that, I will read the IT book, and then the darkest part of the forest.

Tumblr: *suggests IT blogs in every possible chance it gets*

Me: what the fuck

#( 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 ┊ out of character )#( it is funny because i mentioned IT once in january when i was gifted the book and the blogs instantly rolled in #( yet i have been YELLING about TFoTA and Tithe & the darkest part of the forest AND THE WRITERS ARE NON EXISTENT #( tumblr said fuck this fandom have an evil clown instead #( I want my faeries tumblr jesus

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gaywatch · 4 months

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no idea if maybe you’ve already seen this, but! just in case you haven’t, because I feel like you’ll enjoy this parallel/comparison (especially considering who it was made by…)

https://pin.it/4H3QUPp

https://www.tumblr.com/cuthalions/694610137050136576/my-savior-han-joo-won-who-actually-came-to

LOVE your reactions, thank you for your channel!!!

I did not know this about Beyond Evil, what a great thing to wake up to.

The naysayer obviously has no experience with transformative works, most likely because they're straight and 95% of everything is made for them, so it's always adorable when they clutch pearls and act like you can only enjoy canonically queer things (as if queering straight narratives isn't a tradition that dates back at least a couple centuries). It must suck to be shackled to canon like that.

Also fuck that person for acting like there's a dividing line in fandom and the queers better stay on their canonical side?? Like damn who elected you hall monitor.

The irony of them launching into an otherwise valid point about the instances where shippers clown themselves and then yell 'queerbaiting' when that was never the intent of the creators in the first place getting wholly swallowed by Beyond Evil not being one of those instances is ::chef's kiss::

#GW Asks #Beyond Evil #Like yeah sometimes shippers clown themselves #but sometimes The Straights be passing het judgment on a situation they know nothing about #Fandom

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crimeronan · 9 months

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absolutely fucking flabbergasted by the fucking AUDACITY it takes to start a response to one of my posts (which is about getting kudos on ao3, NOT about anything feminism-related) like this. and expect some kind of thoughtful response or positive reception.

i blocked this person immediately but theyre probably still gonna show up in the notes so. if you're wondering how i feel. get bent????? LMAO????????

#NOT DURING ONE OF THE WORST FLARES AND FINANCIAL STRESSES OF MY LIFE SATAN #you don't get to say 'knowing how to game the system is the same as manipulating and raping women' GET BENT.#holy fucking SHIT.?#the following many paragraphs involve 'oh waaah i dont understand why anyone would do fandom in ways i dont waaaah youre all evil and bad'#fuck right off. fully fuck right off. wow.#if i finish going thru the notes and anyone else is clowning it's going on a HIGH fucking unrebloggable shelf.#NOT WHILE I'M FLARING SATAN. MMM NOPE. NOPE!#rape m

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teyvat-writer · 2 years

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Phantom of the Opera AU

A/N: Ok so I was watching a PV for Cantarella and one of the comments said it reminded them of The Phantom of the Opera so I looked at the Wiki synopsis and then had immediate brain rot. This is v scuffed quality I'm sorry </3.

TW - stalking, murder, (kind of) Stockholm syndrome, abduction, reader is mentioned to be wearing makeup but is GN (it’s theater, everyone wears makeup tbh)

The moon is veiled by clouds and the air is crisp, carrying a chill that permeates the skin and festers within the bones. And yet, here you are, kneeling before the grave of your late father. A bouquet of roses sits between you and the stone slab.

"It's been a while since I last visited, no?"

You don't expect an answer, yet still speak all the same. It's more comfortable than sitting and staring at the cool stone slab engraved with your father's name. As you sit, you don't notice the shadowy figure approaching, yet the shock of adrenaline through your system tells you to flee. Adrenaline spikes the air upon hearing the bowing of a violin. It's a shrill sound, not enough to be grating, but enough to cause your heart to leap into your throat. There's something familiar about the tune, you know you've heard it before, but you can't quite place the name. You look around wildly to find the music's source, eyes snagging on a tall figure standing under a nearby tree. They’re obscured by the tree's shade in the soft moonlight, yet you can discern a faint shimmer where their face presumably is.

"Hello?"

No response. Electing to keep to your wits, you get up and make your way to the cemetery's gate, periodically glancing behind you to ensure the mystery person wasn't following you until you've stepped through the open gate. You sprint back home, only to toss and turn in your attempts to sleep.

Just where had you heard that song?

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

Ernesto reads over the letter, a scowl twisting his rugged features.

“Beatriz, come look at this.”

The theater’s co-owner saunters over to Ernesto’s side, placing a hand on the desk and leaning down to read the letter.

“In all likelihood, it’s nothing more than a hoax. In poor taste, yes, but a hoax nonetheless.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Ernesto crumples the letter then tosses it into a nearby waste bin.

“I agree that they're a fantastic singer, though.”

The premier of Faust falls upon the Teatro della Pergola, its owners having forgotten entirely about the threat of a curse. Box five is filled with guests and the lead actress, Laura, is in a dressing room preparing herself. You’re holed up in your dressing room, adjusting your hair and makeup. Something moves in your periphery, making your flesh rise into goose pimples. It reminds you entirely too much of the incident at the graveyard.

“Who’s there? You shouldn’t be here, you know?”

You feel stupid for even saying anything, as you’re answered by near defeaning silence-

With the fluttering of cloth, you’ve been tackled to the ground. You land on your side, the only barrier between you and potentially fracturing a rib being someone’s arms wrapped around you.

“Let me go!” You try wriggling out of his grasp to no avail, your wild swinging of fists and kicking doing nothing. You feel rough ropes encircling your wrists, tied snuggly.

“Release me or I’ll have security-” your mouth is covered with a cloth and he begins to gather you into his arms, hand firmly clasped over your mouth. He sprints to the opposite side of the room, pressing into something on the wall you can't quite see that causes a portion of the wall to fold inward like a door. Beyond is a dark, narrow set of steep stairs. He steps inside, shouldering the 'door' closed before descending with you in their arms.

Onstage, the curtains open and Laura gracefully steps on stage, opening her mouth to deliver her opening lines-

All that comes out is a croak, as though she were a toad. The audience is shocked, silence settling over the theater. Something creaks and groans, then a chandelier falls, plummeting into the crowd. It lands with a near deafening crash, the very floor shaking from the impact. Blood begins seeping from under the chandelier.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

How long had you been down here?

"Mio caro…" He croons, voice smooth as silk. The door hinges groan in protest as it creaks open, his signature white porcelain mask adorned with intricate golden detailing gleams in the low candle light. You look at him from where you're seated on the bed, lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to say anything. He stalks towards you, his single, visible eye trained on you, unblinking. He's standing in front of you, now, lithe fingers ghosting against your cheek. He leans down to eye level, iris nearly drowned out by his dilated pupil. You're disgusted- how could this monster who abducted you look at you as though you were lovers?! In outrage, you make a wild swing for his face, colliding with porcelain. The mask flies off and surprisingly doesn't shatter, only landing with a loud clatter that rings in your ears in the deafening silence after. You aren't sure if you should be repulsed or if you should pity the poor man before you- Scar tissue extends out from the crater of his right eye socket, like the limbs of a sea beast emerging from a whirlpool.

"Well… This certainly complicates things."

He sighs, picking his mask up and eyeing it before placing it back on his face.

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Stefano."

He does a small bow, and you aren't sure whether you're intrigued or want to smack his mask off again for having the audacity to act so cordial towards you after holding you captive for who-knows-how-long.

"H- how long have I been here?"

"About a week." You balk at his response- A week? A whole damn week?!

"Let me go!"

He doesn't even look as though he's considering your demand, so you try a softer approach.

"Please just let me go, I'll do whatever you want, just.. please." His single-eyed gaze softens, and he looks to the floor.

"Only on one condition;" He reaches into an unseen pocket in his cloak.

"You will wear my ring and stay faithful to me."

The polished gold gleams in the candle, like a small ray of sun. The crimson diamond adorning the ring casts fractals of light upon the walls that dance and shimmer as though you were underwater. Desperate for freedom, you hold your hand out.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

"His right eye was… oh, God, it was mangled! Like a horrible crater of flesh!” Sebastian soothingly rubs your back as you recount your experience of being abducted.

“I’ll help you get away, get you far, far away from that man.” He offers, solemn but genuine.

“Thank you…”

“Let’s enact our plan tomorrow. After you perform, I’ll be backstage to watch over you and escort you out.” You nod, hope swelling in your heart and yet, you can’t help but feel that something is horribly wrong.

The final showing of Faust is upon you, and you wait at the edge of the stage with a pounding heart, rushing blood the only sound you can register.

All goes smoothly, your voice echoing through the theater, seraphic. Yet, something is keeping you from relaxing fully. The thought that the ‘phantom’ is still lurking in the shadows is disquieting, you looking over your shoulder every few seconds when off stage. Your cue comes, and you step back onto stage, opening your mouth to deliver your lines-

Only to be whisked away, back into the dark labyrinth.

Sebastian jolts out of his seat upon watching you disappear. He clambers towards the stairs leading backstage, stopped only by a tap on the shoulder. Agitated, he turns, glaring at the stranger.

“What do you want?!”

“Call me Oda. I know where he took them.” It takes a moment for the words to register in Sebastian’s racing mind but ultimately, he nods, hoping this man is true to his word.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

“Who the hell builds this shit?” Sebastian’s voice echoes faintly in the dark, stone corridors. It’s damp and chilly, something strangely musky in the air. They come upon a vast room, almost impossible in its geometry. Nearly every inch of the room is covered in mirrors.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian. We have to go through, there’s no other way.” Oda remarks sternly. Sebastian huffs in annoyance, grabbing the other’s hand.

“Let’s stick together. Who knows what’ll happen if we get separated.”

They descend into the shining labyrinth.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

“I thought we had an agreement-”

“You didn’t hold up your end of it.” Stefano’s voice is cold, yet possesses a searing edge.

“Wha-”

“Don’t think I don’t know of your plan to leave here, to leave me!” He hisses, accent thickening with fury. You’re silent, mulling over your response. You… care about this man, on some level- pity, really. Not even his family had loved him, and some part of you pities him to the point you do love him.

“Since I cannot have you, I’ll ensure no one can.”

“Stefano, please-”

“I’ll take this whole Godforsaken theater with me.”

“No, please! I’ll marry you, I’ll be yours forever-!” You faintly hear Sebastian’s voice, calling your name.

“Sebastian? Sebastian, where are you?!” You cry. You turn back to Stefano.

“Please, I’ll do as you want, just let him and everyone else go!” You’re crying at this point, sobs shaking your body. Stefano embraces you in an attempt to sooth you, pressing delicate kisses to the top of your head. You aren’t sure what overcomes you in that moment, but you pull away, reaching up and discarding his mask, caressing the part of his face it covered. You press a soft kiss to his thin lips, feeling him go rigid from shock. You observe his expression as you pull away, his single, icy blue eye wide, pupil a mere pinprick of obsidian. A single tear slides down his cheek, leading the procession to come. He pulls you closer, trembling.

“Mio caro…”

The door swings open, Sebastian glowering in the doorway. You give him a meek wave, ignoring his baffled expression. Oda comes up behind him.

“It appears he’s finally found love after all these years.”

“Promise me, caro, promise me you’ll return my ring on the day I die.”

“Of course.” You whisper, foreheads pressed together. You kiss him one last time before rising and joining Sebastian.

“Goodbye, Stefano.”

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

It’s been a couple years, and yet you can’t bear to forget him. At night, when you close your eyes, you envision him in all his twisted elegance. Not once did you forget your promise. Now, you’re tossing and turning when suddenly, there’s a knock on your door. You open it, revealing Oda standing before you with a solemn gaze.

“It’s time.”

You both head over to the Teatro della Pergola and he leads you into the labyrinth below, navigating as though he himself lived there. You help him haul Stefano’s corpse to the middle of a lush field. Once the hole is dug, you gently lay him within it, tears stinging your eyes. You push the dirt back into place, Oda planting a simple wooden cross into the disturbed soil. Hesitantly, you slip the ring off, placing it upon the fresh mound of dirt.

#angst #stefano valentini #the evil within 2 #tew2 #stefano valentini x reader #lol loogame writing for a mostly dead fandom like the clown i am #the evil within x reader #the evil within #the evil within 2 x reader #stefano tew

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yahoo201027 · 5 months

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Day in Fandom History: November 21…

Star joins Janna at the graveyard for a once-in-a-hundred-year event of a dead clown rising from his grave but Star, while waiting for the big event, begins to have second thoughts after Marco joins Jackie at the school dance. “Bon Bon the Birthday Clown”, premiered over 7 Years Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #7 Years Ago #Star vs The Forces of Evil #Season 2 #Episode 27 #Bon Bon the Birthday Clown #Cartoon #Animation

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delicatebluebirdruins · 9 months

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I have been wanting to ask this for a while Why would Mia be put in prison after Rose is a little older and not directly after the events of seven?

#mia winters #resident evil #fandom wank #kinda #look up criminal informants #clowns stay off this post #i think that Mia was informant for bsaa after seven in exchange for her staying with ethan/ reduced sentence #especailly because she spent 2 years in the cell #salt mine email she was in the cell since late 2015

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nonbinarygamzee · 2 years

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People really passionately refuse to acknowledge Mituna is brain damaged. I saw an anon a few months ago point out that since Mituna is brain damaged and his writing reflects views about brain damage, autistic people talking about a headcanon shouldnt be the loudest voice in discussion of the ableism in his writing and be met with a white blogger claiming that "Mituna isn't autistic, he has brain damage" is the same as "Damara isn't Japanese, she's an alien."

its weird!

i guess its just a desire to hide the fucked up writing that makes you uncomfortable but again i think erasing the realities of bigoted writing in the text is kind of a bad way to deal with it, especially when it contributes to silencing the people who that writing jabs down at. and then to engage in arguments where you want to criticize the text but won't listen to people it directly harms 🙄

just always gonna be weird to see people engage with something SO drenched in bigotry and still try to act like those parts don't exist. like the racism alone is so central its basically plot relevant.

#ask #idk man im having fun ruminating on my clown but otherwise im so stressed to know how ppl still suck here #im not a fandom guy tho too many evil encounters. im just in my corner

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grapefaygodude69 · 20 days

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TC: wHaDdUp MoThErFuCkErS

day 91

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angelx1992 · 1 year

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#furries #evil gop #clown car republicans #marjorie taylor greene #capitol terrorists #furry #memes #maga morons #trash #qanon morons #fursuit #evangelicals #meme #goergia #atlanta #fandom

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ghostlynimbus · 2 years

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i want to work on finishing up older fics but that requires rereading old fics and

#im really feeling the evil clown fandom today #and since its been like 300+ days since i last updated my one fic for that fandom i felt like i should....#but i dont wanna reread it #ghost.txt #it was a time i was getting back into fanfic too so its probably extra bad #bc i was rusty

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sweaterkittensahoy · 7 months

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Stop misappropriating the abuse and trauma cults use through purity culture for your stupid fucking shipping discourse? Holy fuck no wonder everyone hates this whole discourse.

Since when is "priests getting shuffled around after raping kids and kids being told they're sinful because they had bodily reactions to being SAd" comparable to "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe"

I'm not gonna answer this with The Aristocrats, as a I threatened, because I want to make a very serious point to this anon:

Purity culture isn't just religious abuse. It is most widely connected to religious abuse. Including actions in the Catholic Church and all fundamentalist Christianity. It's entire existence is about terrifying and indoctrinating people into being fearful of their own actions and bodies so that they feel certain that moving out from the "umbrella of safety" (to use a fundamentalist term) will result in them being harmed in ways they can't imagine. This is generally happening at the same time as they are being harmed by those who are supposed to be keeping them safe from all those terrible, worldly evils. Like speaking up when you're being abused. Believing you are not responsible for the actions of a rapist, and many, many other things that any person with an ounce of self-worth and good sense (two things not allowed in fundamentalist circles) knows are true in abuse situations.

But the point of the purity culture as identity in the above-mentioned circles is to teach people from birth that they aren't to have their own feelings, ideas, or instincts. They are only to follow the feelings, ideas, and instincts on the approved list in order to stay within the structures they know and feel safe in even as they feel very unsafe.

That being said:

Purity culture can also exist WITHOUT a religious structure while still being about controlling the thoughts, feelings, and actions of everyone within it. In terms of fandom, purity culture is groups of people stating that if you write something uncomfortable or gross or immoral, then YOU must be uncomfortable or gross or immoral and therefore, not worthy of the safety and moral superiority of the group.

Purity culture without religion teaches black and white thinking, encourages thought policing, and shames anyone who steps outside of a very narrow definition of good and bad by turning an entire group of people against them for being "bad".

Just like in religious circles.

Just like in the cult of fundamentalism.

Purity culture is a term taken by fundamentalists and turned into a whole way of life because the goal of fundamentalism is to make people too scared to leave. Purity culture in fandom does the same thing. It uses fear and threats of abandonment/harassment to control the way people act because a group of people decided they didn't like something, so they must try and wipe it out rather than simply ignore it.

I am not mis-using the term because "Bobo the clown said my ship was cringe." My use of the term is intentional and precise because what is happening in fandom spaces now is non-religious purity culture cult thinking. My use of the term does not invalidate or water down the use of it in conversations about religious abuse and trauma. With or without religion, purity culture is a dangerous cult of "us vs them" that is built to demoralize and eradicate those deemed unworthy.

#purity culture #purity wank #religious trauma #religious abuse #it's all the same shit #just wearing slightly different hats #ask #anon #answer

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