#can i please get more fics where he absolutely fucking murders people in deranged ways like god (Togashi) intended instead of....

[mayxo-hxh]

Im about to get controversial.

Out of chrollo, illumi and hisoka, hisoka is canonically the least likely to flirt to get anything he wants, if at all.

A lot of people think he's a natural flirt but I fear I couldn't have disagreed more. He only "flirted" a single time and that was solely to piss off machi, knowing she'd never agree. Hot take? He would've never asked if he knew she'd agree.

Also, bro's the biggest humanphobe in the anime. He keeps his distance from everyone. The only human physical contact he ever made was through fighting people. (If you're a person thats interested in seeing more evidence, I have an entire long thread about it on twitter that I do plan on posting here soon)

so u cannot give me 1 reason for hisoka to flirt with someone at a random bar but chrollo and illumi? i can think of a few.

chrollo, he already canonically flirts to get what he wants. straight up goes on dates gets a suit and shit. he has no reputation among the general public that hes concerned of that isnt the spider. Illumi? He's a manipulator. I HIGHLY doubt he never flirted to get something in his life from people who are too easy to win over. He's someone that wouldn't care what people think of him. He's also anonymous. People have no idea who tf he is anyways. If it affected the zoldyck reputation? Thats a different story.

Hisoka? he would fucking NEVER. Him specifically? HE HAS A REPUTATION. And whats that reputation? That hes an absolute disgusting freak that no one should dare to approach. He kills people. He fights live and makes sure the audience is always disgusted and weirded out by his actions and performances. You look at him and you should immediately look away and pray he hasn't seen you.

So riddle me this. If his entire shtick is making sure everyones afraid of him and avoids him, then why the hell would he get himself a reputation that makes him approachable????

Why would he get himself a reputation that makes you, as a person who only ever heard of him picking people up, want to approach him.

On top of that, I just.. don't see him picking random people up..??? random weaklings that dont even know nen????? he literally treats them like trash that inconveniences his time. You're saying he'd EVER give them the privilege of sleeping with him???

And then you'd say, oh so he'd sleep with strong people! HERES THE THING. Why would he sleep with them..... when he can fight them. Him getting off from fighting comes NOWHERE to actual sex. What people don't understand is that he gets off to killing people and seeing them crumble in front of him when they realize theyre going to die. Torturing people to death. What's... that got to do with like. yknow. actual sex bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

this turned into a huge rant probably but do you know how genuinely depressing it is seeing a unique character like hisoka that gains lust through FIGHTING and KILLING reduced to. sex addict in fics. Like. be so fucking serious right now. He called himself a FIGHT ADDICT in the manga. Can I see more of him actually spending his time killing and fighting people instead of whatever the hell bros doing with a random npc.

Anyways this is also why I hc him as asexual/demisexual NEXTTTT

#When a fic is so good but they make a hisoka a sex god instead of a murderer. like dear god. Ya Allah. Mercy on me. #can i please get more fics where he absolutely fucking murders people in deranged ways like god (Togashi) intended instead of.... #(checks notes) .....sex??? #sorry to me this is 1 fanon characterization that i just gag from i cannot physically stomach that shit anymore. #also the way he never touched a single human and is not a touchy person yet the musical made disgustingly touchy with everyone including go #i saw red when i saw that one scene. #thats not fucking hisoka morow thats hekosa pedoro #if togashi wanted him to sleep around he would've so simply and easily made him mention that. Like even leorio said he jacks off. #yet togashi didnt. because HE DOESNT. #HISOKA GET BEHIND ME #anyways asexual hisoka morow canon goodnight everyone #also trans hisoka can we get a little more content of that i know its completely unrelated but pls im starving #i would put the “ill do it myself meme” WHICH I DO I HAVE A DEMI HISOILLU FIC but im so slow at writing fics sobs and throws up #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #my analysis

[throwaway-problematic]

hey fishpeople

Ok.

Regarding the Fish controversy because it’s making everything hurt.

Y’all need to genuinely fuck off.

I’ve gone through the evidence. There is absolutely nothing incriminating about this person.

Lesbophobic? Bitch please. The dude apologized so many times about a joke and promised to never do that again. If it was a repeat offense, I’d be wary, but it’s not. He apologized. You can’t forgive. Because it didn’t sound the exact way you wanted it to sound. It wasn’t “respectful” enough. Can you not read?

Performative? Honey. Honeychild. This is so stupid that I can’t even believe I have to spell it out. He is a tumblr account bent upon positivity and making people happy. If you really want to call him performative, then his entire account is performative. Racism? Read between the lines. Read his posts. He’s being supportive as all get out, he’s sticking to the tone of his blog. He didn’t say that white privilege was a superpower, he said that it should be used to help others who are discriminated against, for the greater good.

Guilt tripping? Ok this really pissed me off because I have many, many experiences with guilt tripping (leaving me with a guilt complex) and this is utter shit. Guilt tripping happens in private, where no one can see, where one makes you feel guilty about stuff that you didn’t do or very much should not feel guilty about. It’s often narcissistic and martyr-ist. It happens in private so no one can see it. It happens in relationships. IT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN FULL-BLOWN PUBLIC APOLOGIES. FUCK. OFF.

Now for the discord server. Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t Discord mods usually labeled? Oh, and if so, aren’t Discord mods human? I may be wrong, but don’t humans make mistakes and miss things? Given the fact that Fish has a very popular account, doesn’t it make sense that Fish would have a lot of people in his server? Even if the people in the screenshots were mods, didn’t he recently revamp his entire Discord server because of this issue? To get rid of the problem? And speak out and apologize about it?

Aging up child characters isn’t pedophilic at all in nature, I don’t know where that came from but that’s a major percentage of fanart and fics today. It’s just showing the characters grown up.

As for the actual person who condoned MAPs in the one discord screenshot, may they officially go to jail because they are a criminal.

As for the so called 20 pedophilic accounts fish followed on Twitter, I’ve only ever seen three screenshots and three handles. (Give me more if you have them and I will go through them) The follow4follow or following spree technique is used a lot by popular accounts (i.e. the Dolan twins, a female vlog youtuber I cannot remember the name of at the moment, etc.), and considering how long it took me to check each account out of THREE for pedo nature, I highly doubt he goes through them all, just hits follow.

Two of the actual accounts had nothing hinting to pedophilia or MAP culture in their bios, instead they linked to actual 18+ accounts. Also, just for clarification, he didn’t follow 18+ accounts, at least not that I’ve seen. Again, the links to the 18+ accounts were in the bios of the mains, but he didn’t follow the 18+ accounts, just the mains.

The other account’s bio (krskii) was entirely in Japanese (which correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think Fish knows japanese) and could be called a loli account. This is the single account out of the ones I’ve seen that Fish followed that could be described as pedophilic in nature. THE SINGLE ONE.

Fish unfollowed them because people alerted him as to their content and 18+ account content, not because he was caught. It’s pretty common honestly.

As for his audience being children? He doesn’t market to children. He doesn’t really market anything. Children may follow him, but it’s not like he has a choice in that. He’s 19. He blogs for positivity. There is nothing about his blog specifically geared towards children. It’s just simple and happy.

His p*rnhub account was a joke, which was explained, the link is now gone.

I don’t think Fish is a pedophile because of the lack of evidence. I think he’s an incredibly sweet person with a heart of gold and a desire to brighten people’s lives. I wish we had more people like him on this cold hell of a planet.

I do think however, that you all are just as bad as pedophiles, if not worse. Telling someone to fucking kill themselves? That doesn’t sound utterly deranged and cruel to you? I don’t care who or what a person is, you drive someone to suicide, you play a hand in their murder. If this was Facebook or another public platform, you could possibly end up sued for defamation of character (which could happen to those on Twitter). You don’t even look up real evidence, it’s just paper trail nonsense that you accept without a second thought (”oh i guess he’s a pedo now wow”).

Tl;dr morally, you all are disgusting pieces of shit.

Boomer the hell out of me, I don’t care. Just goes to show how truly low and feral and idiotic humanity can get.

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[imhereforbvcky]

Watch Me Run - Part 5

Masterlist  -  Series Masterpage  -  Part 4  -  Part 6

Summary: You inherit a family relic that gives you the gift of foresight but there are others who are interested for more nefarious reasons. You turn to the Avengers for help. (Bucky x reader… eventually. I love a slow burn okay?!)

Prompt: The nightmare comes frequently and at the same time every day - one day you manage to sleep peacefully only to be greeted with the morning news by a story of a gruesome murder. The victim is the same person that’d appeared in your dreams

Warnings: none I think! I don’t even know if I swore in this one!

Word Count: 2016

A/N: Some day I will make a graphic and a masterpage for this fic... Some day... Huge thank you to @littlemisssyreid for helping me fix this chapter up!

If there was one thing that Bucky Barnes could do well, it was disappear into a crowd. He’d practiced it countless times over decades of running from ghosts and demons; some imagined, some real. Immeasurable resources had been invested into making sure he could disappear when needed - making sure he could be nothing but a ghost story.

The last time, running from HYDRA, and SHIELD, and every other government acronym he could think of, it had all been confusing and unnerving at first. He’d wake in the middle of the night from a dream that tugged at him like a memory. He could never quite piece together the past and he’d run, seeking anywhere that wasn't familiar. With unrelenting desperation, he’d sought any place where he could look down an alley without seeing blood on his hands. He'd needed time to get his feet beneath him after years of shifting ground.

This time, he knew who he was and he had one goal: put that training to good use for once and keep you safe and hidden.

With your bag over his shoulder and an arm around your waist, Bucky guided you into the station. While you found the sudden proximity more than a little jarring, you were damn grateful for the support. Your head still throbbed from where Tony’s driver had tried to crack your skull against your own bathroom floor. Your legs felt wobbly beneath you as your head spun and you bit back nausea.

Rest. Why wouldn’t Bucky just let you rest.

“I need you to pull it together, people are starting to stare,” he whispered in your ear, while pretending to look over your shoulder at the iconic clock behind you. The buzz of Grand Central Station whirled around you, adding to the hazy feeling behind your eyelids.

“Oh please, these people have seen worse hangovers on the Monday commuter,” you grumbled before pulling away from him a little. Maybe you were leaning on him more than was absolutely necessary, but you were groggy and he was strong. It was nice to have something to hold onto for a moment while your world fell out from beneath your feet.

“Wait here, I’m going to get us tickets.” You slumped to the floor, leaning your head back against the smooth marble wall and wincing against the pain of the tender bruise at the back of your head. “You see those cameras there?” he asked and your gaze followed his nod as he glanced at the various security cameras around the station “They can’t see you from here. Don’t move.”

You watched one of the two cameras as they swiveled but never quite made the angle to reach you. “Don’t move. Got it. I can definitely do that.”

He didn’t go far, not even to the ticket counter. Instead, he thrust a crisp one hundred dollar bill in front of a panhandler, promising it would be his if he’d bring back 4 specific tickets using the rest of the money Bucky slipped into his pocket.

Four tickets and one happy homeless man later, you and Bucky were on the move again. This time he’d shed his jacket, instructing you to keep your head up as you made your way to the subway station. You passed in clear line of surveillance cameras as you navigated the crowds onto the train headed downtown, towards the Tower. None of this made sense. Secrecy one moment, in full view of the cameras the next?

Without warning Bucky shoved your back against the wall of the train car beside the door. Stunned confusion played across your face. The fog of the concussion lingering in your brain left you gaping at Bucky as his large hands gripped your shoulders. He waited only a moment, glancing at the other boarding passengers before slipping his jacket back on and pulling the hood over his head. He knelt quickly and unzipped your bag, tossing you a hoodie and sunglasses.

“Put ‘em on, quick,” he insisted. He yanked the bottom of the hoodie as you pulled it over your head, urging you to change faster. Now hiding from the sight of the security cameras, he then took your hand and dragged you behind him the length of the train car, before stepping back out onto the platform. The same platform you’d just entered from.

“What the hell?” you grumbled as the doors slid closed behind you and the train left in the direction of Stark Tower without you. “We need it to look like you’ve gone back to the Tower,” he explained in a low murmur. “The others can be ready for him when he tries to follow you there. But we’ll be long gone.”

He hardly spoke as he pulled you through this maze; all you could do was hang on and follow orders, growing more and more irritated as the exhaustion crept into your bones.

He was nearly silent, moving swiftly back up the stairs to Grand Central terminal. This time you avoided the cameras, skimming the edges of the building and blending in with the crowd. He’d pulled you under his arm, wordlessly ordering you to keep your head down. With your body pressed so close to him, his jacket obscured half of your body, there was no way anyone would be able to pick you out in the crowd, even if they tracked you to the station.

With nothing to do but wait on the platform for the New Haven line, all of the racing around and secrecy began to catch up with you. The fear and rush of self-preservation slipped away as the events of the day began to sink in. It became impossible to keep your thoughts from straying to the mess you were in; the dead body in your apartment, the pulsing ache at the back of your head, the crushing imminence of the situation - how close you had been to death. Already.

Suddenly all of your fear and frustration erupted to the surface and in a panicked haze, you directed it at nearest person to you. Bucky.

You shoved your hands against him and wriggled out from under his arm. He looked down at you with a confused scowl.

“Will you talk to me?” you hissed.

“What?”

“What the hell is going on? First we’re driving back to the Tower, then we’re on a train to the Tower, running through the train station like we’re on some deranged scavenger hunt, and now we’re just standing here?” You were starting to panic, everything was catching up, settling in your brain, and pushing you to the brink. “Is-is someone following us? What are we doing? Are we safe here?”

You ran your hands over your face, wishing that when you opened your eyes this would all be a dream. No such luck. Your hands shook as you pulled them away and your breathing came in tight hiccuping gasps.

Bucky reached out to grip your elbow firmly and pull you back to him. “You cannot make a scene here,” he whispered harshly in your ear, wrapping his other arm tightly around your shoulders. “We’re trying to get out of the city unnoticed. Not the place for this.”

“I-- I can’t breathe!” you sputtered between frantic gasps as your hands clambered at the fabric of his hoodie. Willing your lungs to take in more oxygen, your eyes began to water, hot salty tears spilling out over your cheeks. Your other hand gripped tightly to the edge of Bucky’s jacket for any semblance of stability; your world was spinning out of control and any sense of power sifted through your fingers like it was snow that was too cold, too crisp to hold together.

“Anybody here could-- could be... “ you stammered.  A flood of awareness struck you full force as the gravity of it all began to weigh on your mind. “And-- and-- and what about my family? I didn’t even think about my aunt! And my-- my-- I have a roommate! Shit! She’s going to come home to a busted in door and a fucking dead guy on the bathroom floor! That guy was… was fine on the way over. Holy shit. Does that mean Loki was outside my apartment?!” Your hands flew to cover your mouth, as if containing the words would make them less true.

“Woah woah, slow down. You’re okay,” Bucky hushed you, this time with a more comforting tone. “Tony will be watching your family and they’ll clean up the mess at your apartment, if the police aren’t already there.” He was so close and so quiet. His warm breath fanned over the ridge of your ear as he held you tight. To anyone else on the platform you looked like a couple enjoying each other’s warmth. In reality, you were choking on your own stuttering sobs as a fresh wave of helplessness overwhelmed you.

“But he… he was right there! How can anyone protect me?” you cried. “How can I be safe anywhere?”

“Listen,” he said firmly. He leaned back just enough to take your face in both hands. He tilted your head up to meet his determined gaze and even the gesture, the steadiness it provided, had a calming effect on your frayed nerves. Just having something concrete to focus on was enough. “You were in the first place anyone would look. I shouldn’t have taken you back to your apartment, but I promise, I’m going to get you out of here. No one will know where to start looking, okay?”

You nodded through a sniffle, his hands, still clasped around your face, bobbing with the motion.

“That’s a little Dexter Morgan, but, thanks?” you managed to laugh. A breathy, wet sound, stiff through tears and a low simmering fear that would never quite dissipate.

“There you are.” He smiled down at you and released you, only to drop his arm back over your shoulder as the train approached. He sighed as he ushered you forward. “It’ll get easier. It’s been a long day and you’re not used to all this yet.”

“Yet,” you scoffed. The bitterness was almost palpable on your tongue as you spat the word. “So where are we going?”

Bucky knelt beside you as you slid into one of the booths, making room for him. Instead of joining you, he dropped your duffle bag onto the seat you’d left vacant for him and pulled out a wad of cash.

“You are going to Connecticut.” He reached for a pen and began scribbling on the back of a train schedule. “Get off at this stop,” he instructed, circling the stop three times. “There’s a motel a quarter of a mile from the train stop.” He scrawled out the name of it. “Ask for room 107. Pay cash.”

“You’re… you’re leaving?” you stammered. A wave of shock and panic flushed all the blood from your face as your stomach twisted into knots.

“Trust me, if I had any other choice… But we need supplies, doll.”

“Dolls are for children. This isn’t a game, Barnes!” you snapped. You were fuming, glaring at him. By now your emotions were utterly fried and you’d bypassed polite at least 2 crises ago. Fear threatened to bubble to the surface again at the thought of going this alone. You’d have died in your apartment on your own; how the hell would you get safely out of the city?

“It’s just Bucky,” he corrected as he rose to his feet with a reassuring smile before squeezing your shoulder gently. “And I’ll be right behind you. I just need an hour and we’ll be ready to disappear.”

You could only manage to stare at him, somewhere between a glare and a shocked frown.

He picked up the train schedule again and turned the writing to your face. “Follow these directions,” he urged, placing the pamphlet with his notes into your hands.  “And stay awake!” He adjusted his hood lower over his face and stepped off the train.

Before the doors had even closed he was gone.

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