#and no i won't be turning off anon so that if there are more cowards who want to send anon messages i'll be able to block them

[fdelopera]

Antisemites are going mask-off. And we Jews see you.

So some shit for brains antisemite sent me this message the other day. This is one of several antisemitic Anons I've gotten recently, but this one is the most blatant.

My first response was to taunt them. I thought of writing something like this:

"Hey, you fucking loser, you forgot the part of your Nazi script where you try to deny that the Holocaust happened. Lame ass motherfucker, you can't even get your own lies right. Next time you try harassing a Jew online, at least try to tow the Nazi party line, you white supremacist. Also, you fucking COWARD, how dare you come to my inbox on Anonymous. If you’re going to tell me you wish I would die in a Nazi gas chamber, at least have the common courtesy to tell me your username so I know who I am blocking."

But then, I thought: No. That's not how to respond. Because that's not what this is about.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. Making fun of a stupid a Nazi by telling them that they forgot to deny the Holocaust when they decided to harass me for being a Jew — that is gallows humor of the darkest kind. But a morbidly glib zinger of a reply doesn’t actually address the real issue here.

The real issue is that a lot of you with antisemitic tendencies have been going completely mask-off the last few weeks, and you have been diving headfirst into Jew-hatred.

You are finally feeling liberated to speak the Jew-hating words that you have been dying to say.

You have been practically champing at the bit to tell a Jew that you wished there would be another Holocaust so you could get rid of all those millions of "bad Jews" that you don’t like, and now you feel liberated to scream those words from the rooftops.

Over the last few weeks, we Jews have been watching you, some of you that we considered to be friends, and we’ve seen many of you turn on us and spit out the most vile, hateful things about us.

And we know exactly what you will be doing when the next Nazi craze spreads like wildfire from country to country, throughout cities and towns.

You like to claim that you would have been punching Nazis in the face during World War II. You like to claim that you would have protected us. Some of you even like to claim that you would have sheltered us, like the heroes who hid Anne Frank.

But we know better.

No. That’s all just romantic bullshit that some of you like to tell yourselves to make yourselves feel important.

In reality, you would have been deciding who is a "good Jew" and who is a "bad Jew." You would have been deciding who you should rat out to the police for a reward. You wouldn’t be protecting us! You would be saying, "I really don't like that Jew. I’m going to go tell the Gestapo about them." Or worse, you would be saying, "Oh, that Jew over there, they’re just an animal. They’re barely human. The Nazis can kill them, I don’t care."

Most of the people who turned against their Jewish neighbors in Nazi occupied Europe weren't monstrous, inhuman beasts. Most of them were people, just like you, who had been conditioned to hate Jews by nearly two thousand years of Christian antisemitism coupled with a targeted campaign of white supremacist propaganda. This widespread antisemitism allowed the Nazis to transform an irrational and enculturated feeling of distrust towards Jews into a feeling of intense hatred, where gentiles demonized Jewish people and blamed "those Jews" for all the bad things that were happening in the world.

And the white supremacists are doing it again. And YOU are falling for their trap. Again!

Don't you get it? This is the oldest trick in the book! Periods of antisemitic violence usually erupt every 70-100 years or so, after most of the Jewish elders who hold the living memory of the last genocide have all passed away. And the Holocaust was 80 years ago. And here we are. Again.

And just like the Christians in Europe who turned on their Jewish neighbors, you are starting to turn on us.

You buy into antisemitic conspiracy theories, just like the white supremacists do.

You stand in the streets, screaming "gas the Jews" and "die Jews die."

You sound like the Proud Boys. You sound like Nazis. Do you even hear yourselves???

You pretend that all Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, and you try to convince yourselves that we are all a proxy for the fucking Israeli government, which the vast majority of Jews fucking despise. If we could, trust me, most of us would strangle Netanyahu with our bare hands.

You celebrate Jewish deaths because you have convinced yourselves that killing a random Jewish civilian is "just the same" as killing Netanyahu, because you have manipulated yourselves into believing that all Jews are the Israeli government.

And you don't see how fucking STUPID that is!!

Jewish people are no more the Israeli government than YOU are YOUR government.

A people are NOT their government.

According to Tumblr statistics, nearly half of you reading this will be from the US. Shall I blame YOU personally for the actions of the US government? Of course fucking not! And you'd better fucking not blame random Jews for Netanyahu!

And some of you Jew-haters, in pretending that Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, even say vile, antisemitic shit like, "Looks like the Jews are becoming the Nazis."

You choose those words carefully, twisting the Shoah, our greatest tragedy, into a knife. You try to weaponize the slaughter of our people against us. You try to reduce the 6 million of us who were murdered into a white supremacist meme.

YOU SOUND LIKE THE FUCKERS AT A TRUMP RALLY, FOR FUCKS SAKE. DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELVES???

And you do that to dehumanize us. You do that to feel morally superior. You do that to feel less uncomfortable when you laugh at our deaths.

But we know that WE are not becoming Nazis. But YOU are. The reason you say that shit about us is because YOU are projecting YOUR insecurities onto us.

Because you know that you are slowly, insidiously being coopted by the Nazi ideology of David Duke and Richard Spencer.

And perhaps somewhere deep down, you feel uneasy about it. So you accuse Jews of being a monolith, a hive mind, and then you say stupid antisemitic shit like, "Maybe the Jews are the Nazis after all."

And you say that to yourselves so that you can turn off your empathy and celebrate as you watch us die.

What a disgusting way to try to absolve yourselves of YOUR guilt.

And we Jews are watching you. We’re watching you very carefully. And when the dust settles, you will have found that we have vanished from your life.

Very soon, you won’t see us again.

And no, that won't be because we'll be walking into the gas chambers, as much as you'd like us to, like some historical movie about the Holocaust that you watched when you were a child but turned off halfway through because you just didn't care.

NEVER AGAIN MEANS NEVER AGAIN.

As much as we know that you ENJOY watching our deaths (sanitized, of course, with a blur filter over the video so that you don’t have to feel too guilty about watching us being tortured and murdered), that’s not the reason you won’t be seeing us again.

The reason you won’t be seeing us again is because we will be walking out of YOUR life.

You have lost us as friends, and you might not even know it yet.

We are gone from your life, because we know that we can’t trust you.

We know that when the Nazis come to our community and march down the street hoisting their swastikas and doing their Sieg Heils (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis harass us Jews in the street (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis SHOOT US DEAD (it happened at a synagogue a block away from my synagogue, and many of those who saw it will never open their eyes again) — we know you won’t help us.

You will shove us into the line of fire.

And we know that you’ll absolve your conscience, so you won’t feel too bad about our deaths. You’ll tell yourselves, “It’s okay. Why should I have protected that one? That one was a bad Jew.”

We Jews see you. We see your hypocrisy on full display.

And we are telling you this:

If you see Jewish civilians being tortured and murdered, no matter what country they are from, and your first response is to CELEBRATE … if your first response is to post memes that say shit like, "The Jews fucked around and found out" … if your first response is to say that mass murdering Jews is "brutal but justified" … if your first response is to behave like a Q-Anon believer or a MAGA-hat wearing Republican and treat all Jews like we're a monolith, a hive mind…

When THAT is your response to seeing a tragedy unfolding, you are a FAILED ally, and a FAILED advocate.

You are an antisemite.

But mostly, you are just a really horrible, shitty person.

And we don’t want you in our life.

#jumblr #judaism #jewish #jewblr #a message to the next person who sends antisemitic bullshit to my inbox - at least don't be a fucking coward about it! #sending anon harassment like this is the most chickenshit thing you can do #and no i won't be turning off anon so that if there are more cowards who want to send anon messages i'll be able to block them #oh and as always i'll be monitoring the comments and if anyone posts antisemitic bullshit here i will be reporting and blocking you #antisemitism tw #holocaust tw #shoah tw #nazi tw

[chin-chilla-7]

I just got finished with a spy x family episode and this came up! What about DBH boys (Connor, Simon, Markus) With a female reader who is just like Yor Forger!

She’s very sweet looking, and nobody would suspect she packs quite a mean punch when protecting someone or herself, and unusually strong!

Hey anon! So sorry about the wait on this. I'll be honest part of it is due to me not knowing anything about spy x family, so I will just be going off the little description you've given in this ask! And it certainly won't stop me from trying.

Each Connor, Simon, and Markus would initially find the reader quite unassuming. To say they underestimate her is not exactly accurate, but they certainly don't expect the strength and punch she packs.

Connor witnessed it during a case. He's in the process of analyzing some evidence at a crime scene when he hears a disturbance. It was an argument, from what he could tell, between you and someone else trying to tamper with the crime scene or simply initiating some aggression because, like Connor, they misjudge exactly how strong you could be. At the sound of raised voices - yours being one of them - Connor is quick to make his way over to the disturbance, intending to intervene if necessary. Though, it quickly becomes apparent that it isn't necessary.

You've knocked the aggressor clean on their ass. One punch to the face was enough to send them falling backwards right on their ass. You probably even broke their nose. Connor, he's... well, to be honest, he's a little surprised. You aren't often in situations such as this one. And while you do work for the DPD, it's not often he sees you demonstrate exactly why you were hired in the first place.

Even though you punched someone to the point of a concussion, Connor can't help but still make sure you're okay. Physically, mentally, whatever, he wants to make sure the encounter didn't shake you up too bad. Even if you've assured you're fine and that he doesn't need to check you over, he's still doing a scan, just to be sure.

This is something he certainly does not forget about you. And while he still worries, given the fact that your appearance is deceiving compared to your actual ability, he's a little more at ease to know that you can hold your own when you need to. He's aware that people will go for those who seem weaker, and while he knows you aren't weak, at a glance, people are quick to think otherwise about you.

---

Simon, while not a coward, does prefer to take the pacifist route at any given opportunity. You're someone who's the same, unless you have absolutely no choice. And that was the case here. You were with Simon, just the two of you. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back, you see that someone had approached Simon, and you noticed that Simon was less than comfortable about the interaction. It wasn't until you were a few steps away that you could hear exactly what was going on.

It was some anti-android guy going off - he must have recognized Simon someone. Which, come on, he's not the only PL600 to exist. Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was this guy was going off on Simon, and while Simon was trying to defuse the situation, he wasn't getting anywhere successful. Simon was trying to talk the other down, but the guy seemed pissed, which started to piss you off. It didn't help that the guy suddenly grabbed Simon - that's when you knew you had to step in.

"Hey!" Was all you said, which seemed to startle the guy long enough for you to grab his shoulder, turning him so you could swiftly punch him in the gut. He quickly doubled over, falingl to the ground, and Simon stumbled back, staring at the scene in shock. His mouth was agape as he looked between you and the guy, now groaning on the ground. There was even a slight tint of blue on Simon's face at the sight, which you may have noticed if you weren't still upset with the interaction.

"Whoa... I didn't know you had that in you..." Simon said, nearly stepping towards the guy to help him. But he stopped himself, mainly because you held your hand out to stop him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," you responded, looking over to him and managing a smile. Despite the circumstances, it was cute to see the way Simon reacted to this.

"What, so we just... leave him?"

"Well, he was a prick, soo..."

---

Markus was often used to being the protector. And with you, it was a no brainer that you were someone he felt drawn to protect. And it was cute, and you never had a problem with it. But sometimes even the protector needs a little helping hand. Especially when you've got no problem fighting your own battles.

Being the leader of the android revolution meant that Markus got a lot of attention. And being a close friend of the leader of the android revolution meant you got a lot of attention as well. Both good and bad. This was an instance of the bad. Some name calling, some yelling, asking how you could ever support something like this when all the androids do is take and take and blah blah blah.

Really, you weren't listening. You had grown used to it at this point, it was something you could easily tune out.

Though, it was clear that the people nagging you were not a fan of being ignored. Markus was only a little ways ahead of you, but it was still enough of a distance that he couldn't stop the way they grabbed you to look at them. A small struggle ensued, which caught Markus' attention. He was quick to rush over to you, pulling off one of the two attacking you, but it seemed you had the rest of it under control.

A quick knee between the legs was enough to throw them off their balance, then an elbow to the chest knocked the wind out of them long enough for you to get away. As you escaped their grasp, you kept yourself ready, knees bent, arms up, ready for anything more they had to throw your way. Of course, the kerfuffle was enough to get the attention from onlookers, and the attackers found it best to avoid further humiliation.

With them submitting to defeat, Markus looked to you, first making sure you were okay. Once that was settled, he found himself looking at you with an impressed smile. "Maybe you should be the one protecting me," he joked.

"Maybe," You said, relaxing now that you weren't in danger anymore. "At least I'd know you'd be safer."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

#detroit become human x reader #dbh #detroit become human #dbh x reader #simon x reader #connor x reader #markus x reader #not writing #anon #answers #my writing #headcanons

[warmerstranger]

Hii I loved that recent enstars writing you did so much! If I may request something like Mayoi and/or Koga going to try desserts with y/n? I have so much brain rot of these dorks lol ♡

- 🍰 anon

Piece of Bites

ft. Koga Oogami, Mayoi Ayase

alriighht, here's ur order thank you for waiting !! aha, sorry it took like a week, the procrastinating hit me so bad ...

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff! Mayoi being kind of obsessive tho, he means well <3 um is the favoritism too obv here...

[Koga Oogami]

🐺 The moment word 'desserts' are mentioned to him, his face would slightly scrunch like they're something repulsive to him. You must've picked the wrong person...

🐺 Yes, he just come up with the sweetest and cutest desserts imaginable especially if you talk about it and give them to him. He would have his tongue out in a disgust, flat-out refusing without any whiny complains before having you to enjoy it yourself instead. He would still keep you company by getting his own snacks to eat with, though.

🐺 Really, Koga doesn't have a particular grudge or some shitty memories going on against it, he won't go through the sweet aftertaste of eating them or feeling the soft texture melting on his tongue it's yucky. Those type of desserts aren't just for him. Just consider it, do you even think those things suit him? He literally keeps up a wild and rough image as his whole part of identity!

🐺 ...okay, since he's the tougher man and if you have begged enough or use the most effective puppy eyes at him, he would brave through them, the texture and taste be goddamned. They're nothing for him, he's no coward (in actuality if you bought them for him too, it would leave a more bitter taste in his mouth when he just refuse and let you give them to another person). He could sit down and wolf them down try a few bites all the while growling out of spite he has towards the poor desserts. In return you must have some grilled meat or something alike in advance to wash the taste off, especially along with some genuine acknowledgement from your own mouth.

🐺 If they are desserts that aren't sweet or fruity taste and more within a savory level... now they might be a whole different thing going on for him.

🐺 He would eat them and leave no crumbs (literal), expressing his satisfaction and all be referring them 'this rocks' or as 'the good shit'.

🐺 Just be prepared to face the next time he would share some meat with you to eat together. All a steak or barbeque session you're in for...

[Mayoi Ayase]

🦝 Crying, shaking, sobbing, he can't believe you're willing to be in precious moments like this with him..! It's as if he has gone knocking the heaven's door from how much bliss he's feeling he might just die happily.

🦝 While he might have some preferences, it doesn't matter much about how they taste, all that matters is the fact he and you eat them together! Especially if you pick them specifically for him, not even the delicious taste of desserts can outmatch his pleasure of your kind thoughts for someone as revolting as him...

🦝 Mayoi might offer to spoon-feed you or alternately taking turns trying your part while you try his. He's going feral just imagining the indirect kiss when you offer using your own or his spoon..!!

🦝 He's enjoying the experience overall with a bashful smile plastered and humming delightfully the whole time you would think it's because of the desserts since he's eating them happily when he's mostly focused on watching you eat or appreciating your company.

🦝 His rambling would be amplified, driven as the fuel by the desserts if they particularly leave him a satisfying taste. He feels like he can open up more to you.

🦝 He would make sure to let you know he's thankful and he would cherish this moment dearly for the time to come.

🦝 Mayoi wouldn't mind having desserts together with you again sometime! Very soon, preferably, he might even pick and bring your favorites next time.

#enstars x you #enstars x reader #enstars fluff #enstars headcanons #ensemble stars x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #koga oogami x reader #ensemble stars x you #enstars imagines

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I know you are tired of being reminded of the whole mess that’s been going on. I had no idea what was going on until foxyanon told me cause I asked. The shock that went through me when I was reading ems post. I was decent friends with bel and interacted a lot with her. Had no idea how vile those bloggers are, just damn right disgusting and rude. But I told em as well that I have nothing to do with what’s her face. I’m always here for you! This fandom needs some serious work done and rethinking. I’m screaming the biggest f you to her! I love your content even though I don’t say anything much. You’re wonderful and deserve better! 💗💗

Thank you for reaching out, and treating me like a human being. It is more than I currently deserve. I will place the rest of my response beneath a cut, as it will be quite long and I'd like to give people the option to scroll past, as they are doubtless tired of all of this, and rightly so.

Yes, the behaviour of that group is despicable, but I cannot downplay the gravity of my own in that.

I had a longstanding block with two users (I am not going to use their online nicknames, I do not deserve to), arcielee and sylasthegrim, I said disgusting things about both of them - the screenshots of my messages regarding them both on the post you have doubtless all seen are real (so is the final screenshot where I mention an anon I had received telling me to die in my sleep, the rest of the screenshots in that post have been falsified, doctored or snipped heavily out of context to make them appear hateful - the doctoring has been confirmed by two individuals well versed in Photoshop)

I hold my hands up and apologise to both those people, and the people that have seen those messages and been harmed by them. They are inexcusable, indefensible and were guided by a false belief that those two people were being hateful in turn about me, and actively going out of their way to harm and spite me. I am unsure what Bel thought she had to gain by exacerbating the animosity between me and Em and those two women, regardless, we should have done the mature thing and reached out directly to them. I will say, that I have never once sent anonymous hatred to either person. The extent of my vitriol was confined to that group chat.

Bel also used slurs in the group chat (I would like to point out that myself, Em and Fae did not). I won't repeat what these were. I do not want those ugly words on my page. They made me uncomfortable and I called her out any time she used one in particular, but she always laughed off my discomfort and carried on anyway. She is mixed race, I am white, in my mind it is not my place as a white person to tell an ethnic minority what is racism and what isn't. There are enough white voices shouting down others in online spaces. I know better now. I should not let my own discomfort silence me. I will call out hatred, bigotry and discrimination in every instance that I see it. My past inaction is embarrassing, it's offensive and I am devastated by the hurt I have caused to others. I am so deeply sorry.

I didn't speak up for a long time, because I have seen what these people are like when they have a grudge against someone. It's frightening, I was a coward. Yet despite staying silent on all of it, I have been doxxed just the same. I suppose perhaps that's karmic retribution?

I appreciate that people have felt my response has been lacking, however, I was out of the country, away from home, from the 14th until the 22nd, with only my phone at my disposal and with the expectation from my husband that I would enjoy the vacation we were on, and not be online dealing with all of this.

I would like the opportunity to atone for my behaviour, to make amends. Currently, I feel I am not going to be given the opportunity to do that, and understandably so. Emotions are high, people are raw from what they have learned and they do not feel comfortable being around me.

Seeing the screenshots of the people in their group passing around my personal photos and saying incredibly vile things about my appearance triggered a lapse with the eating disorder that I am in active recovery for. I then had another a few days later. I need to take some time away to get myself well, as the fear and anxiety of all of this is taking its toll. I also need the space to deal with the legal action I will be exploring with regards to Chris having doxxed me. I am not running away. I simply need to get myself into a space where I am stable enough to handle all of this, be accountable, and take responsibility without my own emotions diminishing other people's.

I know people hate me right now, but it pales in comparison to how much I hate myself. I am so very sorry for allowing this to happen.

#asked and answered

[flowerwrites06]

redeco — ksj

REDECO | Kim Seokjin | Drabble | Request or Original 

Original Request: An au similar to mr and mrs smith, where both oc and seokjin hate fuck each other – anon Plot: Seokjin confronts his next target — his wife. Pairing: Spy!Seokjin x Spy!OC (Name: Akira) Genre: Spy | Marriage Type: Drabble Rating: Explicit 18+ Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: mainly smut as per request lol, explicit sexual content (rough, consensual slapping), violence, guns, fighting. Author’s Note: there's more smut than spy in this drabble but I had fun lmao it was refreshing to get a quick drabble out after the hectic couple of weeks. Hope you enjoy!

Bullets scattered all around the floor with the stench of gunpowder still lingering in the air. Their breathing ragged and a strange mix of anger, thrill and heartache shared between them.

Akira's reddened eyes stared back at him as the barrel of his gun pointed right at her forehead, which was pearled and shimmered with sweat. "Go on, you said so yourself you were precise and quick." Her voice was shaky and so was Seokjin's grip.

He was precise. Seokjin never hesitated and yet still his finger hovered over the trigger, testing life and death. Testing his own courage to do what he was trained to do. Akira didn't look frightened but it didn't change the ache in his chest. He hated it.

Everything about this was supposed to be easy. Seokjin had wanted her dead when she was just a name on a paper until he saw her face.

Akira scoffed with a chuckle. "Shoot me, asshole." She kept staring at him, barely blinking.

Seokjin could've asked her to look away but that would've been no less than a confession. That he didn't want her dead. That he wanted to clean everything up and be done with it. But something paused. And that was somehow strong enough to lower the gun.

Akira stared at the lowering gun with a grimace. "What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered.

"You do it, I won't." Seokjin placed his gun down on the table.

"Fucking shoot me, you won," Akira spoke through gritted teeth.

"And I'm retreating. I'm not shooting you," Seokjin said.

Akira’s lips quivered as her expression searched for some kind of lie, some kind of trick. She slapped him across the face. "Shoot me!"

"It's not happening," Seokjin said without reacting to her actions.

Akira grunted as she pushed him back. "You're a coward! All that talk for nothing." Tears formed little beads on her eyes but she kept staring at him with fire. She turned away with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair. "I hate you."

Seokjin swallowed thickly. "No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't. You would've shot me if you did."

"Fuck you."

"Admit it." His palms pulsed from the stresses of the fight. "I don't hate you."

Akira let out a bitter chuckle.

Seokjin walked to her. A small part prepared for her to grab a knife from somewhere but his body still moved closer, taking the risk happily. He grabbed onto Akira's arm, pulling her in for a kiss. Their bodies still thrumming and hot from the fight but her lips still sweet and fragrant like she was fresh from a rose bath.

Akira cupped his cheek, one still warmed from her slap but the memory of it still stirred in Seokjin. He gripped her hair, pulling from the scalp until she groaned at the tightness.

Seokjin broke their kiss, pushing her against one of the end tables where the mirror next to him rested in its cracked form. He danced his tongue against hers.

Akira pulled at his belt, taking it off and using it to pull his hips closer to hers, grinding together until the heat was unbearable.

Seokjin took the belt and wrapped it around her neck, biting down her bottom lip.

Akira unbuttoned his pants, pushing his pants down with her shoes, letting the leather scratch down his thighs. Her warm hand held onto his cock, just barely brushing before grabbing on and pulling until he let out a grunt. She smiled in satisfaction before her kiss bruised lips parted in a light choke from Seokjin tightening the belt around her neck.

Seokjin released the belt, pulling her off the end table. Akira turned around and with a flow of ease, he bent her over, ripping the slit of her dress and draping it one side. Her buttocks round and plush, encouraging him to swing against the soft skin.

Akira gave a throaty giggle, swaying her hips.

He pushed aside her panties, prodding his fingers against her slit, sticky and hot against his skin. One foot pushed her legs apart.

Seokjin positioned his cock against her sodden cunt, pushing in without letting her adjust. He pistoned into her as the tightened tension of their fight moulded into a desperate pleasure. Anything to loosen the nerves built in the mess of their house.

He thrusted harder and faster, letting the end table bang against the wall as the shattered pieces of the mirror clanked and clinked onto the floor mixing in with Akira's moans.

Akira turned herself around, pulling him for another kiss before backing away from him towards the stairs.

Seokjin chuckled breathlessly, walking quickly and stopping her at the end of the stairs. He pushed her to sit with her legs apart. He knelt and latched his lips onto her cunt. Akira relished in the flurry of warm pleasure as she laid back on the stairs.

Akira threw her head back as he sucked on her clit, lapping his tongue like it was a sonnet piece he played for years. She gripped onto his hair, pushing him further against her core. As the pleasure tightened in her lower belly, her moans grew ragged.

Seokjin pulled his mouth away at the sound. He slid his cock back into her, fusing her with the stairs as he fucked her into the carpet.

Seokjin wrapped his hands around her neck, pressing just enough for Akira to let out a pleased moan. "You enjoyed slapping me a little, didn't you?" he asked in a husked voice.

With half-lidded lust blown eyes, Akira grinned. "A little."

Seokjin kept his cock deep inside her, shaping her insides just for him. Sweat beads formed at the ends of his hair. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip until Akira bit down on it playfully.

"You want to do it to me?" Akira asked in a sensuous whisper like a siren requesting his deepest, darkest desires.

It could've made him spill inside her there and then. But he slowed his thrusts with a shaky sigh, moving his thumb against her cheek.

"Do it," Akira said with a grin. "Unless you're a coward at that too."

Seokjin chuckled, raising his hand and swinging a slap against her face with a satisfying little bloom on her skin.

Akira laughed with a thrill, biting down her bottom lip. "Good boy."

Seokjin smiled, leaning in and kissing her gently as his thrusts grew merciless. Her whimpers vibrated against his skin, only making him move faster.

She broke from the kiss to catch her already ragged breathing, her insides hot and aching for release. Akira pressed her heels against his back, letting out near cries of pleasure. "Don't stop."

Seokjin felt like a fire, hot under his clothes as he kept a feverish rhythm on his thrusts, holding onto a stair to keep his balance as he felt Akira clench around him. "Are you coming, baby?" He cupped her cheek. "Yeah?"

Akira made a noise of agreement, reaching below to rub her clit. As the warm reaches of his orgasm began to flutter, Seokjin let out a throaty moan as he pistoned in and out of her. Following the fastened pace Akira's hand against her clit.

Then it burst. Hot and thick filling inside her as Seokjin muffled his moans against her shoulder, pressed close against her.

Akira's felt her own climax tremor through her like madness and sweetness. Her legs shook and she bit into the crook of his neck. She couldn't help but let out a trembling laugh, fuelled with ecstasy. She threw her head back, relaxing against the throes of her pleasures and highs.

Seokjin pushed himself up, watching Akira slowly move through her orgasm. In a small moment of soft heart, he reached in and kissed her cheek.

Akira smiled, cupping his neck. She lifted her head to kiss him properly.

"Wasn't this better than a gun fight?" Seokjin asked.

Akira chuckled. "Perhaps."

Seokjin got off her and rested next to her on the stairs. Niether of them able to move to their bed but it didn't matter.

Four knocks echoed against the front door.

“Akira?” It was one of their neighbours calling from the other side in a worried tone. “Is everything alright?”

A moment of silence between them. Then laughter.

“Any excuses on your belt?” Seokjin asked, still smiling.

Akira hummed in thought as her body felt too much like jelly to move. “Redecorating?”

Seokjin scoffed. “Yep. Sounds good.” 

masterlist

#seokjin #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts smut #bts angst #bts spy au #spy au #bts drabbles

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

can we talk about how much of a genuine coward spy is when it came to scouts death in the comics? He couldnt bring himself to tell scout the truth, so he "had someone else" do it for him by disguising as tom jones and THEN telling scout.

Sure, maybe he doesnt want Scout to jate him, but still. The rest of the team knows. He probably had to BRIBE them to keep their yaps shut.

Which got me thinkin of a little story. The guilt of both leaving scout and failing to admit the truth to scout is eating spy from the inside out, yet hes been trained and taught not to feel any emotions outwardly, so he doesnt express anything towards it.

But here's the catch: his body is literally being eaten alive inside by the "guilt". AKA, it's just failing on him.

It starts small, with the occassional smoker's cough, until blood starts to come up with the coughing. Its not mucj at first, just some specks, but it gets more intense as time continues until hes coughing out nothing but blood.

medics unable to identify whats wrong. Spy doesnt know what to do. he doesnt know why its happening. he has to get off the battlefield because its gotten so bad.

his teammates are concerned. spy brushes their concern off, saying that he'll be alright in a few days or so.

he was wrong. a few days later hes practically DYING. medic tells him that je cant do anything for spy, and that even if he brings spy back, itll just keep happening. spy finally asks medic to do him a final favour: Tell Scout the truth once spy's dead. Tell everyone to act like they hadn't known, so it seems like scout wasnt left in the dark about it. Medic agrees, sad that it had come to this and feeling like a bad doctor for letting his teammate down. Medic brings the news to everyone but scout and relays spys final request to them. They agree to pretend they hadnt known, including miss pauling, since she was there.

Spy dies a couple days later. Medic tells everyone at breakfast time that spy had passed overnight. Everyones saddened and stunned. Medic then relays spy's request to tell the truth.

Scout's devasted. Absolutely crushed. He wasnt a fan of spy, sure, but now knowing that spy was his dad, he doesnt know what to feel.

The mercs hold a makeshift funeral for spy, and scout doesnt attend. he cant bring himself to. He's upset, both bevause he wasnt told and because he'd never get to make up lost time with his father.

Anon you're killing me.

Uh, this was so good!

But dare I say on the Spy being a coward part, I actually look at that scene as Spy realizing that telling Scout now, while he's dying, won't provide him any comfort, it'll just make his death about Spy in a sence. So he turns into Tom Jones, knowing that's the thing that will provide Scout with the most comfort in his final moments. He also knows that his true feelings about Scout will mean more from Tom Jones than Spy. I mean, if you look at how happy Scout looks at being told that, Spy knows that if he would have been the one to say it, he would have killed the peaceful death that Scout deserved. (But I saw a theory once that claims that Scout knew that Spy was Tom Jones in this situation, and he just played along)

Also! I honestly don't think the other mercs would have to be bribed not to talk about it. They just wouldn't say anything, knowing that its a moment Spy and Scout need to share. That's why when Scout was dying Sniper only said

"Mate." And nothing more. He knew, and I highly doubt Sniper was taking money from Spy to keep keep secret hidden.

But anyway! This was really good. Thank you for sending this Anon!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #spydad

[therealvinelle]

I'm not going to read Writhing Coils bc the tags = nah for me to read in detail but after the last ask I would be FASCINATED to get a summary if you're willing to do so (especially re: had sex wirh what he thought was carslisle in front of Bella???)

PFFFFFT.

Scared of the tentacle sex and hentai tags I see, oh anon you are a coward. I appreciate the honesty. There is something Shakespearean about you.

Look, @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin, anon is an honest coward!

Anon is referring to this fic, and since I spoil the first five chapters under the cut I'm readmoreing this post.

To summarise:

Edward backs out of the wedding night at the last minute on Isle Esme, too scared to hurt Bella. Bella, wanting to be alone and have a good cry, goes swimming on her own where she finds Edward who is suddenly willing again. And my god, turns out he had tentacles down there.

This, Bella decides, explains a lot in retrospect.

Because she loves Edward more than the world itself she assures him that she accepts him, the tentacles don't make a difference to her just as the vampirism didn't. They make love and it's beautiful albeit tentacle-y.

Bella returns to the house, where Edward is pretending it didn't happen and only gives her funny looks when she insists it did. Alright, you had a weird dream, Bella, I won't judge you.

"I really don't have tentacles, though."

Bella, now furious with him, can't believe his audacity when the next time she sees him in the water he's asking for sex again.

Then she sees Edward, who is on land, very much not tentacled, and looks back at her tentacle man and... oh no.

Through an unholy mix of wanting to justify herself because she definitely didn't cheat on her husband and being very taken in by the tentacle person's story (he's just trying to save his species!) Bella decides to take him with her to Forks, to introduce to the Cullens who surely will want to help.

She names him Heathcliff, puts him in a bowl, and tells Edward she caught a tropical fish.

Fast forward to Bella deciding it's best Heathcliff explain himself to Edward because somehow the Cullens just think she's had a nervous breakdown, and Heathcliff turns into Carlisle and is able to seduce Edward.

Edward, on realising after the deed is done that this wasn't Carlisle at all but a tentacle creature that raped his wife first and now just raped him, can either admit to Bella and himself that he would cheat on her with his father, or he can play along with her fiction that he only slept with Heathcliff to support her.

Really, though, he got raped and he proceeds to have a car ride where she's justifying pimping out his family as well. How's that marriage working out, Edward?

This all leads to them getting off the road to have a proper talk with Heathcliff in a motel, where Edward tries to kill him only to get overpowered and sexually assaulted again. Bella, through a massive show of cognitive dissonance, focused only on the part where Edward gives in and says "Oh no... he's gay."

Truly a fic of all time, I can't blame you not wanting to read it but I do consider those strong enough to stomach it true troopers.

#rape mention #my fic #the carnivorous muffin #the carnivorous muffin fic #dark fantasies/writhing coils

[mrs-monaghan]

Thank you for not shying away from discussing Jikook like normal adults or deleting asks or being a coward. You don't hold back and for that you have earned my complete respect. A lot of Jikookers lately can't take the heat. You out here not giving a shit and speaking your mind. Jikook deserve 100% support, even when the hate roles in and the heat gets turned up and you still here. You the real MVP.

This is what I am sick to death of. I am tired of someone posting something Jikook related and so called JKK telling them to delete it because it sets JM up for hate. First of all, fuck you for being a coward. 2nd of all, that is exactly what TKK and Jimin antis and Jikook antis want. They want you not to post stuff related to them. For example, JK brother allowing the photo of Bam and Jikook on his tag. What happened? Cult got mad, started harassing the person, until she deleted the tag. Again, fuck you for being a coward & worrying about being cancelled, instead of proudly standing up for jikook. His brother allowed it. There should not have been any other discussion about it from Jikookers side. Encouraging her to delete it, because it brings hate on JM. Wake the fuck up. Jimin is gonna get hate regardless and so is JIkook. Maybe stand up for him for once and stand up to antis. Setting them up for hate? For what, discussing real moments? real translations? Eat my ass, I will talk about Jikook openly and proudly, because I know even if I don't, they're still gonna get hate and not doing it, gives haters power and I ain't about that life. Jikook doesn't need your fake ass support and coward and run away, the minute you get hate and can't take the heat. You either support them fully and don't back down or get to stepping, they don't need you and we don't either. Weak ass bitches. And no I do not mean posting private stuff and being asked to remove it and you do. That is different. I mean something simple, like take Polyc picture & Jikook on the phonecase. I keep seeing posts today, OMG, delete, delete, Jimin will get hate. You are out of your rabid ass mind if you think I'm gonna put a sticker of Jikook and show it off proudly and you guilt me into deleting. Slap yourself as hard as you can in the face for me, please. You don't fuck me, you don't pay my rent, you are not my mom or my dad. I will do what I want and loving and supporting Jikook unconditionally is what I do. If Jikook still jikook and are unbothered, then I am going to be too and if you are bothered, you are here for you and the clout you receive off supporting Jikook only, esp if you delete cause TKK come after you. Own who you ship or don't call yourself a supporter, its as simple as that. Being a Jikooker is not for the weak or faint of heart. This life isn't cut out for most of you and it shows.

Lack of balls is what makes the vermin run rampant all over twitter. I've noticed Tiktok Jikookers are not scared of them. I've seen a comment with like 50 replies coz a tkkr thought to insert themselves under a Jikook video. YouTube too, Jikookers on YT comments dont seem to be scared of them. Its people on twitter who are so so scared of these people. And now look where we are.

That being said, a Jimin report page recently had to to give up their account because all the Jimin hate was beginning to affect her mentally. So I understand not everyone is as strong. Not everyone can handle confrontation. I totally get that..

But I do feel like if we back eo up, people would feel more confident in not deleting their shit or running into hiding. But we don't fight these people back and so they have gotten over confident. Jikookers need to unite more. Defend more. Like anon, this is how I feel. Tkkrs basically control twitter fandom rn. The few REAL ot7 accounts left that are not undercover tkkrs are terrified of these people. Absolutely terrified. Some translation accounts won't even translate when JK says something about Jimin. That's how bad it is.

Silence is really not the solution here people. I'm afraid its really not.

I am happy though to see them going mental because V is being accused of FS to feed them. They have accused this of Jimin for years but now suddenly they can't take it when its happening to them???

I love it. Get a taste of your own medicine assholes!

#ask shaz #bts ask #the vermin

[wowpindrop]

Unavoidable | Doctor!James Acaster (& others)

For: anon

Request:

Basically for this first request, gonna be a little strange but I had a dream that James Acaster was Doctor Who and his companions were Josh Widdecombe and Ed Gamble and I was the Doctors child and was wondering if you could write something including fluff based on it? But instead of me it’s the Teen!reader obviously, I’m 18 and Gender-Fluid and use all pronouns, any and all pronouns would be great in regarding the reader.

Notes:

Hi anon! I'm so srry this has taken me so long to do, but I lost the first draft so I had to redo it :[. But it's finished now! I literally love the idea sm, James as the doctor would be so hectic I cannot. I've decided to keep Ed and Josh's names the same so it isn't confusing but James is obvs referred to as the doctor. I hope it's alright. Also if you wanna be tagged in future fics that i post, dm me n ill add u to the list. Happy reading!

Tags:

@frankieray

Summary:

The doctor makes a foolish mistake leading to you getting injured on an adventure, he is quick to make sure you're alright and to assure you it won't happen again.

TW: SLIGHT BLOOD AND INJURY (BUT ITS ALL FLUFFY AT THE END)

It was unexpected when you heard the bullet go off behind you. Yes, you knew the aliens you were currently facing weren't cowards- it wasn't as if they were too scared to shoot.

It was just surprising that they shot you.

You weren't in their direct line of fire, it would've been simpler to maybe shoot Josh, or even the Doctor, but yet here you were.

The Doctor. Your doctor.

He had found you on one of his adventures, complete coincidence. It just happened that he was your biological father, not that you has any idea.

The gangly man had a very different personality to your more serious, stoic nature. You wouldn't have guessed, not by looking at you both anyway.

His, happy, bubbly nature. Constantly bouncing around the TARDIS, occasionally bumping into the control panel, and swearing under his breath, much to the enjoyment of Ed and Josh, the two men who the Doctor had decided to travel with as companions.

That's why it was so surprising that the aliens didn't shoot the Doctor, the amount of attention he was bringing to himself on the deck of the spaceship anyway.

The ringing in your ears began to subside.

You looked down.

Your raised a shaking hand to eye level, to see it coated in a dark shade of your blood.

Your breathing quickened as you realised.

Then your legs gave way.

The last thing you saw before the darkness was the Doctor swearing loudly before yelling orders at Ed and Josh, flailing his limbs frantically.

You could feel the blood slowly oozing out of your wound as your eyes began to close. The Doctor rushed to your side, kneeling. His hand finding the side of your face.

"Stay with me. Fucking hell please stay with me."

Your eyes fluttered open to bright white lights. They made you squint as you began to sit up, wincing at the pain in you side. You leant on your elbows as you looked around the infirmary of the TARDIS, somewhere you had gotten acquainted with after dangerous adventures with your father.

None had been as severe as this.

They were usually minor things: cuts, grazes that sort of thing.

Ever still, the Doctor would stress, worrying about every tiny injury you had. Long slender fingers plastering up even the slightest paper cut.

You turned to your left, to see the Doctor asleep in a chair. Messy auburn hair covering his eyes as he snored, out of place. The outfit he wore was dirty with dust and grime.

He was snoring lightly, his mop of hair shaking slightly with each inhale. Just another one of his many quirks.

You attempted to stand, throwing your legs over the side of the hospital-esc bed. As you did the Doctor stirred, waking.

He saw you trying to get up and started to panic a bit.

"No, you have to lie down, you took a heavy blow out there man."

You huffed and lay back down, looking up to see his blue eyes laced with concern and worry.

"Dad I'm fine. Its only minor."

"Minor? You were bleeding out, you were lucky you didn't end up with any more damage that was already done."

You rolled your eyes in defeat as the Doctor began to check the gauze that covered the wound.

"I don't know what I would've done if you didn't make it back kid." He said after a while, slender fingers pulling back down your shirt, which now had a fairly large red rimmed hole in it.

"Well I'm fine aren't I." You responded with a slight smile.

"It should've been me, I wasn't paying attention, I put you in danger I'm so sorry-" he began to reel off apologies until you grabbed his hand to make him look at you.

"Dad! I'm ok. It wasn't your fault. None of us could've guessed that would've happened. Don't blame yourself."

A little while later, Ed and Josh entered, worry plastered on their faces. They were relieved to see you awake.

"Bloody hell y/n." Ed chuckled darkly "you got pretty banged up."

"Yeah well, I'm good as new now." You responded, chuckling.

"And im so glad you are." The Doctor whispered, squeezing your hand.

#james acaster #britcom #ed gamble #taskmaster #off menu #british comedians #british comedy #josh widdicombe #doctor!james acaster x reader #james acaster x reader #companion!ed gamble #companion!josh widdicombe #quinn's fics

[kwanisms]

I'm back bitches

We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.

🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕

But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.

It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!

Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!

First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.

In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.

That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.

Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.

I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.

I will also be using my recs blog, which I plan to redo entirely with a new tag system.

Third, I want to remind you all that my inbox here is always open. I love receiving mail. I love talking & interacting with you.

The anon feature is on so feel free to use it however, if you use it for hate, I will turn it off again. Don't be a coward. If you're gonna be mean, don't hide behind the anon feature. Face me instead.

Fourth, I will be reviving ask games and I encourage you to participate! It can be a lot of fun.

On the topic of asks, all asks not related to ask games will be answered every Monday and tagged as ' mailbox monday 💌'

Lastly, a friendly (and not so friendly reminder respectively) that empty blogs, meaning blogs without headers, pfp, posts, etc will be soft-blocked.

Soft-blocking is blocking and unblocking a blog so it forces them to unfollow you. I will be keeping track of the blogs I soft-block in a Google Sheet and if you follow me again without at least changing your pic and reblogging a few posts, you will be hard blocked.

Hard blocking means you will not be able to interact with my content (liking or reblogging).

Now for the not so friendly reminder;

if your blog does not have an age indicator on it (i.e the year you were born, your age, etc) YOU WILL BE SOFT-BLOCKED AS WELL. IF YOU DO NOT ADD AN AGE AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE HARD BLOCKED. I will also be keeping track of these blogs. Ageless blogs and minors are not welcome on my blog. If you have turned 18 this year, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR AGE INDICATORS ON YOUR BLOG TO AVOID BEING BLOCKED.

If I find out a follower has lied about their age, I will be adding you to a blacklist I share with Cult of Dionysus. Keep in mind, we do not seek out minors to add them to the list, we only add minors that have interacted with our nsfw content. MINORS: PLEASE DONT IGNORE OUR BOUNDARIES. If we say do not interact with our content, we mean it. We have these boundaries for a reason.

I hope you look forward to what I have planned this month and please enjoy the spooks, the thrills, and of course, the smut. Thank you for your continued support as always. See you soon~ ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ — booki。

[j0kers-light]

TW suicide, don’t need to respond if you don’t want to.

this is random but this scenario has been on my mind, out of curiosity how do you think joker would react to someone about to commit suicide? like he so happens to walk by them about to let themselves fall off a bridge or shoot themselves or something. would he just ignore it, sit and watch or talk to them or even kill them himself for fun? (or possibly even find it in himself to empathize with them and help??)

it’s mostly interesting to me because he goes on about “people in their last moments” and he likes to expose people being cowards and scared of death and such. but what happens when someone clearly isn’t afraid and even wants to die?

doesn’t have to be a one shot btw (unless you want it to!) i’m just curious about your general thoughts.

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

Found this ask buried deep in the inbox! (yay to my emails for helping me restore most of them!) I thought about it and I couldn't fix this into a oneshot since its a very short scenario. BUT YOU ARE ONTO SOMETHING ANON!

I'm reminded of Joker's conversation with the cop in the GCPD precinct/ (I couldn't find a link of the exact movie scene but I have it memorized!)

"You see in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So, in a way, I knew your friends better than you ever did. Would u like to know which one of them were cowards?"

and Ledger delivered that speech sitting on the floor!! He is him! Moving on. I think Joker would be stupefied if someone was unafraid of death. Someone that embraces it and (disturbingly) makes the situation beautiful or poetic would shake his psyche.

Kinda like this. Warning TW: Suicide down below 👀

Imagine! 🃏

Joker is lurking around the alleyways of Gotham City letting the night fly by when he comes across someone standing on a tall building. Like on the ledge arms stretched out with their head titled back.

He approaches them and clicks his tongue which gets their attention. "Don'T do iT. There's uhh, more to life than... this." He gestures to the long fall. "You'd only make a mess."

He thought his dark humor would get them to question things but they shake their head.

"No there isn't. I've made up my mind. I'm ready."

Joker eyes them warily. He's not used to this type of potential jumper. They actually sound sincere. "Ready for what? At this height your best outcome is a broken leg." He's lying, the building is over ten stories tall, but it gets the person to finally look at him over their shoulder.

In that moment J sees their tears despite the smile on their face. The juxtaposition is jarring.

"Why you crying?" He asks.

They chuckle and turn to face the edge again. The wind disrupts their balance, causing them to sway back and forth but they stay on the ledge. For now. Joker moves closer out of instinct. Why does he feel uneasy about this? Should he step in and stop them?

Usually people step down from the ledge by now.

"You won't understand; I'm happy. This isn't an end, I'm simply embracing my new beginning with open arms." They close their eyes as Joker's widen. He yells at them to stop, but he's too late.

By the time he makes it to the ledge, their body is already in freefall. He watches their beginning unfold with a horrified expression. Was it madness, a delusion? What beginning could someone embrace with such a brutal end?

The entire walk back to your apartment he's troubled to his core. It doesn't make any sense. Joker believed that people showed their true colors in their final moments.

Joker was unsure if they were a coward for toughing it out or truly the strongest person alive for taking matters into their own hands. Joker hasn't been the same since.

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #ledger joker #tw suicide #do not read if this upsets you #dark content up ahead

[krikeymate]

Blocked for blazing a stupid post

oh no!!! someone who wasn't following me in the first place and who was never going to follow me and who had never even heard of me until i blazed a pretty piece of art so it appeared on their dash once has blocked me. whatever will i do??? my life is surely over now. they won't even see this response because they've apparently blocked me and because you don't get a notification when an anon message you sent is responded to and because they don't care about the response at all actually they just want to feel like a Big Person by trying to make someone else feel small. this was a stupid attempt btw :)

A reminder for the followers that you have to be logged into Tumblr now to send anonymous messages. So if you see - or get - stupid messages like this one, remember that these people are pathetic. It's not about you, it's about them trying to assert some control over their lives by making someone else feel bad. They're cowards, that's why they send hate over anonymous. They're too scared to send it off-anon, for people to see what pathetic hateful little things they are.

And if you ever get real hate messages? Click on the ... and select report. Don't just delete it. Don't give them more opportunity to turn around and just do it to someone else, because the type of person who sends hate messages doesn't do it to just one person - because it's not about you. You can also block anon messages! It doesn't block the account, but it does block their IP. Just remember to report their message first so that Tumblr can keep track of their shitty behaviour.

#/mp #ask box #🙄 #-tumblr

[incarnateirony]

Shealyn, I know I've jacked you, and been your loki and eros or whoever else earworm to do your therapy and shit, and been chewing on you inside and throwing self help books at people from Tartarus, but actually follow your advice. You're doing that thing where you repeat trying to sound sage and aren't realizing you're quoting me at work, basically.

Do your work book and therapy, but that's not gonna make you a powerful magician overnight. What you're quoting is like psych 101, baby steps, just saw a therapist for real for the first time kind of shit. I sit with clients for maybe an hour average and send them home with more notes than that.

Break yourself down internally, but you actually have to face it, not run from it in circles or cross to the easy answer. Not grasp around for a tumblr post you can argue about it with if you turn it sideways. Not just change the outer skin to a different fursuit. That's it. That's the whole thing.

Boundaries are important. You confused me with the god of them. You built a cult. I am refusing it. You keep jerking me off because you won't follow the above advice. No means no. I just want to be free, and for years, and truly lifetimes, you have refused. No means no, and it's liberating to say, but the other person has to fucking listen.

You have to do the work to actually heal.

Let us go.

This is literally a bulletpoint summation of everything I've been telling you and you've objectively refused to fucking do, because the truth hurts too much and you WON'T process it, you keep doubling down into the same land that took you to divine octopus jibberish. Like you won't even do Day One Therapy correctly, you'll just lift their notes and spread it on tumblr cuz you feel like you learned something without actually UNDERSTANDING the content. Much less actually PERFORMING it.

Sure makes it sound like you're smart though! Maybe that'll stick it to me, or something. Or maybe this is me yet again learning how to fucking tug on you, because if it makes you feel learned, like you can swipe at me in a coward's sidelong, you'll do it, and sit there accomplished, waiting to be praised for stealing your doctor's notes for children.

Read it again, and everything I have been fucking begging you to do, and where it's clearly fucking true, and you just don't like it, you want to keep going down the delusion hole, you won't face it, you won't look at it, you won't admit it, you won't change your course, you just keep speeding up the crazy train. And it's genuinely hurting real fucking people.

Put that in your fucking journal.

No, really, write it out. "Rumpocky was never real. The Hermes I was speaking with was not real. These and other concepts belong to my ex, who I have been misgendering to disassociate and confuse them without mercy. My actions, including training others incorrectly, have been causing not only him, but other people tremendous confusion and suffering, and I have refused to listen for too long. This behavior has also greatly contributed to my own suffering and veered me into obsessive-compulsive, stalking, and abusive behaviors, hair pulling, and a growing list of neurotic tendencies developed over the last few years."

Go ahead. Try it. Start at "Rumpocky was never real. The Hermes I was speaking with was not real." Then try the rest.

Because that's it. that's the moral of this whole goddamn thing.

Do the work, break it down, look at it, no shortcuts, no easy answers.

Me yelling "No" and not being cowed off by whiny anons is one of the most liberating things I've ever done, and this boundary is so far beyond important, even as you confuse me with the god of boundaries yet insist on crossing mine.

I went this far so NOBODY had to go through it again. Much less me. I'm ending this goddamn cycle of your abuse.

Shea, none of this is motherfucking theory I'm talking to you in. I am being honest. I get no gain but freedom for myself, and maybe even for you if you wouldn't drive backwards for once, by screaming this shit into the internet for months, we both fucking know that. I mean it Shea. I'm already half at peace and you keep pissing in the serpent pot and trying to grab people and things in its vague direction out. That is me. That is my Air Jordan set, my shadow's face, one of many journeys all studied by me and writ by me and only replaced by you when I left by rumpocky mimic, and your friends have been drawing aspects of my personas, and you know they're mine. Versions that aren't just shadows, because you fucked up and got them bound to me.

You have to do the work Shea. There is a cruel mercy, even, in making a trap like this you can't outrun. You misread the signs. And then badly designed yours. You tried, but you failed, and it's time to go back and figure out why Rumpocky was never real, or how long you've been on frooty loops lane with all this. Read your own post. Do the work. Write it out.

I think if you look at when I stopped roleplaying or "channeling" with you so much, it suspiciously overlaps with when you miscolored "Thoth", turned his snake into a scarf, cut him out of his element by trimming his wires and wings as unimportant, and plugged him in the wrong place--yeah, it was around then that I knew there was something deeply wrong here past earlier suspicions.

Okay? It's time to stop and think about that. It was never a scarf, it was always a snake wearing a snake wearing a mask connected to Akasha Internet, always has been. Brian was always Part Of My Brain. Rumpocky was never divine providence offering fodder, it was an inside joke my brain scrambled with anime similar to the gnostic prophets hearing our shit on twitter right now baby baby blue ray baduptabaduptada ahwhooooo. Misheard lyrics. Dates back to "The great god Pan is dead~", I'd say funny story, but right now, it really isn't. It's just the life you're insisting on living.

Garfield... the sign's for you.

Hi.

The house. Carpet. Et cetera.

Check out healgrief.org. It's got peer groups and apps and stuff girl, because it's time for you to start treating me like I'm dead (AFTER you write out the truth needed to end this crazy train), and that does include him too now, and honestly it involves most of your corrupted masculine pantheon, acidized holy water making your plants grow better and all. You gotta make the water move, Elsa. You were never the fire, we both knew that. Break up the ice and look at it, and think back to 2010 or so before we got THIS tangled up, when we were both dumb kids, but you had a different path than I did. You worked in construction, and so on.

Maam, I'm just the janitor, I told you that my whole life even if I didn't understand this shitshow I'd be cleaning up. Because you've been refusing to take that advice. Maybe now that you've typed it and gotten a few more signs, you'll listen to it. I don't know.

For what it's worth, he's still like, there, and out there. There's other Magi, and other places he visits and things he does without me but. Things are different. And the bird will not come back to your window until it trusts you again, and that's going to take work, and reading your own posted signs and breaking down what's wrong here. I don't know if regaining his trust will be attainable in this lifetime, but he changes day to day, so who knows, but not like this and deep down, I think you knew that.

Also maybe it helps to know that like, once you realize I'm not fucking with you and this embarrassing shitshow ends, while clearly I Know Some Shit to be stunting on this level, I've never played at this kind of degree before. I'm still making it up as I go and working through it when the whacky and wild happens. I knew it would work but now I'm plankton. Iunno I never thought I'd get this far.

You remember the shaman you confused with a spirit before, and were shocked he was just a man? It's that, Shea. I stopped letting both of us box me, finished my path, experienced some zany shit, undied, and now I'm here, and in sync with it and what you see as Coyote, and yes, to some extent I am Hermes, but there are many people on this clowncell that all are, in their own stages of development. All the way back to "Ash." The individuation of myself from him is always the whole point of the journey he takes as and with us. Always has been. I'm like Shaman guy now, Shea, okay? No more out of control astral body, no more psyche running off on itself. It's just that, and you gotta come to terms with that. Cuz you are REALLY fucking up the weather in here.

#magus stop taking my shit homegirl, u place copyright papersymbol and you take others creations? How you tricks (Reptilians) I know you, you still connected to me. Psycho.

Help she ripped the mask off the Bird now the gnosis guy thinks he's talking to Reptilians

what happens when you trinity soul a trinity soul trinity soul

mess. but we are very proud of john's first manifestation that went big. Given he kinda had a few hundred million hands head start, but that was FUNNY.

#it's the violet hour and we're in tartarus #plankton's attacking the superbowl speedrunning rebirth and we're in tartarus #Youtube

[onlyjaeyun]

hi zadie love! how have you been?? i feel like it's been ages since we've talked😭🤍🤍🤍

on the topic of cinna, i'm just so sad that she had to resort to turning off anon bc of those fuck ass people :( i'm thinking of just coming off anon for her bc i wanna send her love and support so bad bUT IM NERVY😭😭😭😭 im so glad that those cowards won't be able to send her hate though...fucking jobless morons who have nothing better to do ooh they piss me OFF.

also i'm so so SOOOO glad that you haven't pressured yourself to update CH. like yeah im so excited for the future chaps but im more excited over you getting the rest you deserve!!! also dont EVER apologize for not being active online. i'm so happy you're prioritizing yourself🤍🤍🤍

girl sunghoon has been driving me insane with all his recent posts and pictures (as a sunghoon bias)😭😭😭 idk how much longer i can giggle and kick my feet zadie🤕

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HELLO MY ANGEL!!!!! thank you so much for your sweet words and for caring so much about me, i really means the world to me and knowing you guys dont mind waiting for the chaps has made the writing process so much less stressful and more fun than usual, inlove and appreciate you so much 🥺

dont eveng et me started on the most recent shit my wife has had to deal with because those anons were batshittttt i got so updet on hee behalf i cant even explain it like i will never, ever understand the whole concept of someone thinking they're eTHAT bitch by sending a creator hate like that?💀 its honestly sad she had to make that decision but im so proud of her for prioritizing her own wellbeing!!!!

sending you so much love my angel!🩷🩷

#; mailbox 📬

[luvkuvi]

A break from the angst! Before I continue the loop story I'll give something cute (it's silly but I hope you and the other anons like it!)

You are a student of the Akademiya, in the Vahumana. One of the best ones around, even, with good grades and always turning in relevant papers. Recently, a new boy showed up and started studying there, and you think he's really cute but not very sociable.

That's when you have an idea and decide to pull a 'prank'. Well, even if you call it that, it's just a harmless thing. You anonymously write something nice about him and leave it in a board where people usually look. It reads "Hat Guy is the most handsome man I have even seen in my entire life." You position it nicely just to ensure he won't miss it.

And the next day, when you are passing by, you notice he's there, reading the little message you left. His reaction is priceless: he was clearly flustered, but tried to pretend it was no big deal. After seeing that, you decide it won't hurt to do it again.

It ends up becoming part of your routine instead of just a silly prank. You're always finding some new way of praise him in the mysterious paper left in the board.

"People say Hat Guy has a difficult personality, but isn't he kind of cool that way?"

"Hat Guy's last essay was amazing! I have read it over and over again! He's so smart!"

"I hope Hat Guy is having an amazing day today!"

Of course, he sees all of them. And eventually grows used to it, learning to hide how much that made his day, even going so far as saying that the anonymous person is a coward who is too scared to say what they think to his face. Truth is, he just wanted to meet the person who had been the kindest to him ever since he was born.

A certain week, you fall sick and has to take a lot of days off. Of course, no notes left on those days, since you were the only one who did it. However, around the middle of the week, you receive an anonymous gift in your house, with plenty of medicine, as well as some candy that felt more bitter than sweet. Not really your kind of candy, but the medicine would come in handy.

Once you return, you see Hat Guy walking up to the board, sighing once he looks at it. He looks everywhere in the board, to make sure there wasn't anything hidden, but finds nothing. When he turns to walk away, you notice he looks not only disappointed, but also... a bit sad? You knew he looked forward to the little papers with nice messages despite never admitting to it, but... that much?

You sigh. Maybe it wasn't that much of a good idea, after all. For months, you have been giving him sweet anonymous messages everyday. He doesn't know it was you, or that you got sick. It's more likely he thinks you got sick of him.

But different from what he thinks, you're not a coward.

You get paper and pen out, and write one more message to him. But this time, you run after him and hand it in person. After you are done, you turn to leave.

It reads: "Come find me anytime."

After seeing the note, Hat Guy folds it, placing it somewhere inside his clothes. Since you were quite well known in the Vahumana, he knew you had taken a sick week. The timing for it and the notes stopping was all the evidence he needed to figure it out. It wasn't any big revelation. He knew it was you all along.

He grabs your wrist and gets in front of you with a smirk.

"No need to worry about that.

You won't be leaving ever again."

(No cliffhangers this time!)

-♦

AHHHH YAY HAPPY ENDING THIS TIME<3 you should really make this a full on fanifc!!!

#—ryuu spam #—♦️ anon

[im-goofball]

If you're not to busy I would love a part 3 of the brotherhood of Garp, Xebec and Roger

Sure I will, Anon-san!

Part 3. Departure

After two years of sailing together, creating names for themselves and having pretty large bounties ( for East Blue ) on their heads, Garp, Xebec and Roger decided it's good time to head out to the Grandline.

But something really bad happened the night after Garp and Xebec's birthday, something that would change them forever.

They were at bar, having a huge party on their honor for protecting the island's village. They loved parties, so they agreed, even tho Xebec was still on guard, not trusting those strangers completely. After the party ended, Xebec called Roger and Garp outside, saying he wants to talk about their future plans.

Xebec declared that fateful night, that he wasn't satisfied with simple adventures, treasure hunting and discovering new islands. Roger and Garp were fine with that, they too wanted more and will never be satsfied with their current position, they too wanted to go further and make name for themselves.

But they missunderstood. Xebec wanted more wealth, power and fame. He wanted it all. The Grandline, the Blues.... He wanted the entire World. And that's when he gave away his ambition to them.

„I am the man who'll become the King of the World!“

He declared proudly with huge grin. Roger and Garp were stunned. But then, they started to laugh, thinking it was all just a joke. Xebec was pretty pissed off and said his ambition was anything but a joke.

Garp was horrified. He could never imagine that Xebec would dream this big. He would been fine with conquering the Grandline. But the entire World?....That was just too much. Too much for a single man to dream off.

Garp and Xebec started arguing about their dream, Roger trying to talk them out. He too was unpleasently surprised about his brother's ambition, but it was his. He won't try to stop Xebec, unless he was creating a living hell in this world.....Which he hoped will never happen.

The arguing then broke into fist fight, and the fist fight turned into a battle to the death. Xebec clashed with Garp, the saber crashing onto fists coated in arnament haki.

At some point, the battle would have no victor, if Xebec hadn't slashed Garp's chest. Roger, not wanting for any of them to die, had no other choice but to interfere.

Xebec screamed in rage and cutted through flesh. Garp's and his eyes widdened. It was Roger who took the hit. A blade of Xebec saber was just few inches above his heart.

Xebec pulled out his saber, now covered in blood and stepped away. Garp's voice filled with fear and despair called for a doctor. Only now Xebec realised, they had been watched.

Xebec just stood there, proccesing on what just happened. He almost killed him. He almost killed Roger, his silly little brother. And for the first time in his life, he ran. Ran away from dying Roger, ran away from screaming Garp, cursing his very existence and yelling wish he had died.

„BASTARD!! COME BACK, YOU HEAR ME!!? FUCKIN' COWARD!! I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!“ He screamed after him, tears sliding down his cheeks.

After few days, Roger had recovered. He found out both Xebec and Garp left. He was now all alone. Their friendship and brotherhood ended.

They were no longer a family.

#one piece #anime and manga #rocks d. xebec #monkey d. garp #gol d. roger