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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 days

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AITA for insisting someone tag their posts properly/letting my followers know that the person refused to tag properly?

Tw pedophilia and incest mention

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So yes I do know I can just block ppl and that’s what I ended up doing, but this isn’t just a personal issue—there’s lots of other ppl in this fandom.

I’m in this fandom for a media geared towards children so most of us are pretty young. Someone was posting stuff sexualizing minors, drawing two young twins in compromising positions, saying they want two guys to have sex and SPECIFYING that it’s while one of them is an adult and the other is underage, etc. And a lot of ppl in the fandom were like ok that stuff kinda triggers me actually, can you not? And their concerns were largely responded to by the fandom minority with “you can’t police the internet”

So my attempt to resolve things was “hey, I don’t want to see this stuff so I actually have the tags blocked so tumblr will filter the content for me! However, you didn’t properly tag those posts and just dropped them into the main tag of a children’s media, and some ppl have been triggered by it. Could you consider properly tagging so content filters worked?”

They replied “you can’t police the internet, disgusting media can exist you can’t censor it” and I was like yeah I know I’m not insisting you take it down I’m saying you need to tag it properly so that people who don’t want to see it don’t have to. And they said insisting that I put tags on it that will get it covered up for people just because it personally makes them uncomfortable still counted as censorship.

Anyway I made a lil post because my followers and mutuals were largely the people upset by having to see the posts, and I just said “hey the tags aren’t going to be tagged so the best course of action now is to just block the person :)” and most people found this really helpful but there were a few people who said I was making a distasteful callout post (ironically in a callout post of their own) and I’m definitely not a fan of callouts in general so now I feel like an asshole.

So AITA for how I handled the situation overall?

#aita #am i the asshole #incest cw #ship discourse

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writterings · 7 months

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Your post about South Park really does hit the nail right on the head for why the hell this show has a fandom that I've never seen anyone acknowledge, at least not on this fucking webbed site. Instead mosts stance is along the lines of "why are you shipping the racist children" which ignores. That they have INCREDIBLY strong characterization, to the point that even side characters personalities are able to be pinpointed with a lot of accuracy, enough for there to be subsets of fans for those guys even. The show is primarily about putting those fucking circle guys in situations and people who like to see them in situations are like. Man. I could totally come up with some situation for these guys to be in. And they don't even have to be weird and centrist about it like the creators. (Not to say plenty of fans don't still land there. If Cartman is included you really have to decide whether you declaw him and either answer gets dicey unless you get him. And some people really don't and it gets. Bad.) It feels a lot more generous seeing someone actually clock the appeal of the show for what it is rather than stopping at Matt and Treys wild ride of very very mixed messages and leaving it at that so thanks

no like literally i only started watching the show as a background noise type of deal after i finished family guy (in my "watching every adult cartoon" type of beat) and then just got. enthralled.

like i genuinely would not recommend the show to anyone who doesn't have the stomach for gross out humor, frustrating political takes, and even satire that often actually is progressive and even straight up anti-discrimination at times but can be packaged distastefully -- especially since i feel like the show can only be truly enjoyed if you watch the entire 26+ seasons and movies and play the games.

but like matt and trey are unfortunately VERY good writers so i totally understand why the show has a legit, functioning fandom with popular headcanons (shoutout to marjorine) and AUs. like oftentimes the fans are also just Putting The Circle Children Into Situations. or they're playing around with the Situations the Circle Children were already put into in the show, like expanding on tweek and craig's canonical relationship via fanart or exploring kenny's canonical trauma of being repeatedly killed and reincarnated as himself.

but yeah happy to provide my input on this when asked! glad you liked my take

#ok so i apparently lied i am posting about this topic once more #but its not gonna be a regular thing #if anyone does need a trigger tag then let me know im happy to tag it #also just as a disclaimer but the claim of the characters being 'racist children' is actually incorrect -- more often than not the kids are #actually pretty progressive and have episodes about them learning to be less shitty #it's legit just cartman doing shit and he does get called out on it a lot #and if the other kids DO engage in cartman's bullshit it's usually from a place of ignorance and them genuinely not know something is wrong #which is somewhat of a cop out claim since they're fictional characters and are controlled by matt and trey #but the point is that they're not intentionally written to be bigots so when people find the show appealing. it's not bc of bigotry.

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mal1ntent · 6 months

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You know, at the start I was pretty against the whole ‘Matrix theory’ where they’re in some sort of virtual reality, it felt like a copout and that it invalidated characters’ experiences, but as more things are added to this story the more it feels like it’s the only way I can feasibly take in all the plot holes and make them make sense. Of course there’s going to be improv rp mess ups, that comes with this brand of storytelling, but god the contradictions on a larger scale are just too much for me to rationalize. And I get it, too many cooks in the kitchen, there’s a lot of people collaborating on this story, so this isn’t really a complaint or anything. I just think for me personally, no matter what gets canonized or not, I will always be headcanoning that this is a fake reality designed to experiment on the psychology of the residents. And I mean a lot of the themes within the story fit with it, so as of now the theory fits pretty snugly, but even if somehow we get complete confirmation that it’s false, I just don’t think I’ll be able to deal with all the contradictions it implies. And the room to explore all the implications of it being a virtual reality is also very appetizing

However I still don’t like invalidating character experiences too much so I choose to believe that most memories from before the island are real, but can definitely be fucked with and/or erased completely. So characters like Bagi and Cellbit that “grew up” on the island just have their memories altered, likely everything would be accurate except for anything relating to the federation. I like to think that the home they had is the same, it was just virtually reconstructed here to suit the fake story implanted in their heads. Also this would imply that EVERYTHING is a pawn in the bigger picture, the rebellion, the federation, even the eye guy are all controlled by a bigger entity or force just playing with toys to see what happens (though I imagine it’s more professional than that). But that’s quite the big assumption so I’ll leave it at that

For characters like Baghera or Jaiden there’s room for a lot of cool concepts, but I won’t ramble too much. I guess at the end of the day it all boils down to something that has absolute power over their minds and the world they are stuck in going “wouldn’t it be funny if this happened/I wonder how it would play out if this was the case” which honestly is kind of just a representation of the content creators and the admins themselves which then gets really meta but is also really cool within it’s own right and I said I wouldn’t ramble but here we are

Welp.

Hope this was coherent enough, and if it is please let me know what you think about it! I’d love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this stuff, there’s so much more to consider with it, like the eggs and the workers and the codes. And honestly if it were to ever become fully canon I think it would have to be handled very delicately and presented in a way that doesn’t just feel like a copout, which is honestly why I prefer it as a headcanon for now, and if it is actually currently true within the admins’ heads then I hope it continues to be subtly hinted at and maybe never confirmed. A good story has mystery that doesn’t need to be answered, there’s no better conclusion to a mystery than one you as a consumer of the story come up with yourself (like exactly what I’m doing now!)

ah I never know how to conclude something like this so I end up making a conclusion that rivals the length of the actual post

okay well thanks for reading this far down! <3 you’ve got great resilience to written out brain mush

and uh I guess there’s only one real way to end this off

I hope you enjoy the island :)

#seriously how did I write that much I started this off just upset at plot holes #one day I’ll make a tag to organize my incoherent rambling #qsmp #qsmp admins #bagi #cellbit #baghera jones #jaiden animations #qsmp headcanons #unreality #let me know if this needs any other trigger warning keywords #that’s the only one I can think of for now

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thosewildcharms · 3 months

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We know Rick considering suicide in ep1, why do you think he changed his mind ?

this is a really good question, anon! thanks for asking :)

just after rick lowers the glass we hear his voiceover narration/letter to michonne: "I thought about ending it. Just stopping it all. But then it would just be nothing, wouldn't it? All of it for nothing. But I still decided to die." He goes on to say that he had to let go of her, that he burned the letters he wrote to her and the sketches he had of her and replaces all thoughts of her, everyone he loves, and everything he associates with life with "metal rotors and gun oil and blood. What I can do, what I have to do to help save the world."

breaking this down, I think he feels that to let everything he's been through (cutting off his own hand, doing whatever it is that he "still can't face" while at the CRM, not to mention everything he's gone through before his kidnapping) end like this, trapped and defeated and dead, would be a terrible waste. he needed something else to make it worth something - since his primary goal of returning to his family turned out to be impossible. so he does metaphorically kill the part of himself that would never give up on going home - because he can't go home - and replaced it with "saving the world" by helping okafor change the CRM from the inside.

I think his fight with okafor is pretty significant when it comes to this decision. in that scene okafor tells him that "everyone are his people, everyone alive." and that he does care about the awful shit the CRM is obviously doing, even though rick insists he doesn't, that he only cares about going home. okafor also tells rick that his family is still with him. that he can still fight for them, but that he "already made the choice." I think by that he means that rick's motivation can still be his family - it just has to shift from getting back to them to saving the world for them, and that deep down rick knows okafor is right - the CRM has to change because they're fucking evil (the difference between rick and okafor, of course, is that rick would never willingly choose anything over his family, whereas okafor did. okafor had to take that choice away from rick in order for rick to cooperate). rick cannot go home now - if he does, his family will die, okafor (and later jadis) made sure of that. but he can try to stop this awful threat to everyone, which still includes his family. he can protect them from the CRM, even if they never know that he did that.

I think it's really significant also, that after he considers killing himself, just before the voiceover we see those shots of his childhood house/farm burning, which we finally get full context for in he helicopter just before he tells Okafor "I'm in." we learn that when rick was a kid his father burned their harvest intentionally - committed insurance fraud - to save their farm. and that rick was "rocked" to find out about it because he always thought of his father as the most honest man he ever knew. but ultimately, both of his parents insisted his father's actions saved their family. andrew lincoln even puts a particular emphasis on "he saved us" twice during his delivery of this story. because to rick, this is what he is doing now at the CRM. becoming unrecognizable even to himself (a person who gave up on getting back to his family - the complete antithesis of who rick grimes is) because trying to get back to them would get them killed. he's protecting them by never seeing them again, protecting them and everyone else by changing the CRM, because it's all he has left. in that sense, I think he decided to stay alive to protect his family. he still had to kill himself to do it, though.

#richonne #the ones who live #tw: suicide #cw: suicide #suicide mention #if other trigger tags/warnings are needed please let me know <3 #to anyone who saw the previous version of this post. well that's going to be a different post now lol #answered

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dollhousemary · 2 years

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a poem for week two of @horrornaturalevent, dedicated to spn werewolves

#ivy.txt #ivy's writing #poetry #horrornatural22 #blood #gore #werewolves #(not sure if i need to tag any other triggers? please let me know if you need smth tagged!)

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hearts-hunger · 9 months

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you have friends but the only compliment they ever give you about your appearance is “you look so skinny in that outfit!” and they talk nonstop about losing weight and restricting foods and feeling guilty about what they eat and you know that if they didn't know you they would see you and say “well, at least i don't look like that” and “maybe some people shouldn't have as much confidence as they do”

#how do i model intuitive guilt-free eating and body positivity for myself and others #when i know they would hold me in contempt for it if they didn't know me?#and i get so triggered listening to all of it that it makes me feel like i shouldn't even try #idk. i love these women. i want them to be kind to themselves and others. but i know they wouldn't be kind to me if they didn't know me.#tw disordered eating #tw diet #tw body image #let me know if i missed a tag! i know this is heavy stuff and i want to tag it properly for anyone who needs it <3

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fstbmp-a · 5 months

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Whisper, truthfully, disliked solo ops nowadays. She'd gotten used to the Restoration's numbers meaning she had backup. At the very least, a spotter.

Yet, unfortunately for that want, this wasn't one such case. Even if she'd wanted to put her foot down that she required another agent on the field with her, the comms wouldn't work inside the base.

'Still,' she thought, making her way down the quiet corridor. 'It'll be a rather routine mission anyways.'

An old, run-down little Eggbase in the middle of nowhere. Just a quick sweep through it to make sure it wasn't in operation, take a few important-looking things out to make sure it stayed that way, and she'd be done in no time. A routine mission, Gaia willing. It was that thought that drove the mercenary deeper through the shadows of the Eggbase.

The dust in the air might kill them before anything else does, at this rate. Boots dully hitting the empty halls as she still kept brisk, watchful movements despite it all. No need to get sloppy just because it seemed to be going well. There weren't even any active cameras in this place...

The wolf slipped into an important-looking room, daring to flick the light switch on and wincing as the lights in the room burn to life. Servers, she thought, and the consoles in front of a large window over a room to observe it. A squint, trying to get clear view of said room through the lights of this one, before opting to slip mask on. A slight click of button on the side as the displays inside show the dark factory below. It wasn't a standard one, she surmised quickly.

Each machine was tailored for some specific purpose, rather than the streamlined ease of what she'd see from the many badnik factories she's dealt with before. A thoughtful hum, gaze moving from the factory below to the consoles in the room. She'd have to figure this out before just trashing the place, unfortunately, as the information could be useful...

A bemused grunt as it was, naturally, locked. It didn't seem connected to the larger Eggnet, probably deprecated out of the system, so it should be a little more lax... Hand reached into inner cloak pocket and procured a simple device to push into port on the console. Watching it simply brute-force the password faster than she could by hand. Watching the passwords flit across the screen in rapid fire failed attempts before her attention turned back to the factory line.

What was this place used for...? It wasn't like any other factory she'd seen. The materials being used were relatively high-grade, too... Tailored for a specific model? It was the only explanation Whisper could think of, as scope eye zoomed into a specific part. There was a containment tank in there. A brief chill raced through her at the thought of what it could be, until realizing it wasn't one of those Shadow Androids. Those were strangely organic but this... it still had the same general hedgehog-flair...

Oh.

Oh, shit.

The realization of what this factory must've been working on hit her right before the beep of consoles unlocking diverted her attention. It also confirmed her suspicions, unfortunately so, of what this factory was creating. MP-MS. Mass Produced-Metal Sonics. It didn't scream Eggman, frankly, so the thought had never occurred to her that he'd even consider it. He was usually more original than just.. re-using material, wasn't he?

That didn't change the facts in front of her, though, scanning over the schematics and documents. There was only the proof of concept before it was canned, at least, but... it was a good thing they were here to turn this place to rubble, this couldn't be picked back up by anyone. Out came the bauble to replace her device to, at the very least, copy all the data she could from this computer's files before destroying it. Maybe, Whisper thought, she could at least skim over the files for a better idea of who did this.

As files transfer, gaze flicked upward to the bright factory below, back down-- and then the wolf froze; gripped by an unnatural stillness as what she'd just saw processed.

Those lights weren't on the last time she'd looked.

Head whipped back up to stare into the room, scoped eye scanning over it in rapid flits of movement. The casing was empty, containing glass shattered without so much as a sound. There wasn't a sign of the machine anywhere in that room anymore, either. It was as if the MP-MS had simply vanished out of the room, the only reason she'd have known apparently being the motion-detecting lights having turned on in it's escape.

Where had it gone?

Quiet curses slipped past her lips as she checked the consoles, feverish tapping of keys as she tried to open the camera systems to see if it could be tracked down that way. Only, no, that wasn't what flashed onto the screen. What did, to her chagrin, was some sort of recording.

"If you're watching this, it means you've stumbled upon a little pet project of mine," the recording began. "Which means one of two things: One, you're the brilliant Doctor Robotnik and you're about to be enamored with my utter genius; or two, you're a pesky little restoration member. Either way, well, this will be sorted out shortly, as this only plays in the event of the proof of concept's activation."

A grimace as the wolf saw the platypus speaking. She can't recall meeting them in person, honestly, just knowing how horrible of a person they were. Some sort of idiot that put Eggman on a pedestal despite all the shortcomings and atrocities. It was baffling to her that anyone could see that man in a positive light after everything he's done, hell, continued to do on the daily.

That wasn't important, she knew, but it still made her blood boil as she turned her focus on trying to get out of the room; only to find the door she'd come in locked tight. Of course it would be locked tight, why would it not be? A groan of annoyance at this, glancing about the room as she weighed her options. She really, really wished someone had come with her now even more than before. The odds of this sort of thing happening now of all times is absurd.

Right, right, she could use the other monitors while that annoying recording played out, right? She quickly got to work trying to find some floorplans for this base, all the while trying to pay some semblance to the chattering platypus and the subtle sounds of the factory at the same time.

"...this, admittedly, is merely a little pet project of mine. The Metal Sonic unit, for all it's advancements, seemed. . . lacking, in a way," the platypus glanced nervously at the camera, as if just realizing the folly of his words, "not through any fault of Robotnik's own, of course, but I digress." A clearing of throat. "With this prototype, however, I wished to test a way to make use of the Metal Sonic blueprint while getting rid of it's many... shortcomings. I spent months working on the materials alone, let alone reverse-engineering the parts and reworking them to be usable."

Great, an egomaniac that was actually smart, too. That's just what the world needed more of. She still hadn't heard the MP-MS's approach, and a glance to the door showed it wasn't messed with quite yet, either. Must still be getting operational, for some reason. Might have suffered some minor damage from being cooped up here unused for so long?

No time for her to worry about the little details, though. Whisper had to find a way out of here, and that meant-- there! Up came the floor plans for the facility, eyes quickly darting across the screen for her best means of escape. The factory itself, the mining facility beneath for resources, accommodations for temporary residency, the holding cells-- A beat, as her eyes focused on that. One of them seemed to be in use, of all things, and it was for the Wisp containment. . . ?

Hurriedly, Whisper worked to get the corresponding camera feeds up, leaning all the closer as she saw the feeds come online. It was impossible to say at first, as her eyes adjusted, but sure enough there was a Wisp there. Inside the circular containment was a yellow Wisp, all by its lonesome, having been here for Gaia knows how long... A glance to the platypus, still rambling in the recording. Something about using the Wisps as a secondary power source for the mass-produced badniks should they have the desire.

Hands ball into fists as she considered her options. If she were to run now, she could still get through the ventilation systems. Though that would mean leaving this Wisp behind, to either be left all by itself or used as a power source by this mockery of a machine.

No, the answer was clear, now that there was someone else's life on the line. A glance to the capsules in her cloak, and then to the camera feed showing the Wisp there all by itself. She has no idea how long it's been there, but she couldn't stand to leave it suffering one second longer. Which is why she made sure to lean in close, letting the mask's camera focus on the map of the base for a clear shot of it. Just in time, as she finally heard the whirring of the MP-MS blazing through the hall to bust down the door.

It didn't have the same flair as the original. That much was clear from the outset. Unpainted, notably, with shades of grey and gold rather than the notable blue of the real deal. Still, the fact that it managed to blast down the door with ease told it wasn't a pushover even with the lack of style. Another clear point was the chest being somewhat bulkier, clearly for the Hyper Converter to be there as well as the rest of the function. Besides that, though, it did look eerily similar to the original Metal Sonic...

Head tilted as the Super Badnik's hand rose, only for it to wag a finger at her. Oh, fantastic, it had an attitude, too. That was so important to keep, huh?

There's a moment of apprehension, as the situation hang heavy in the air. She was still dealing with Metal Sonic, Whisper had to remember that, a copy or not. That meant that, without question, it was stronger than her. Faster, at the very least, if she was a betting gal. Which meant that every last second counted and all she could do was freeze up at the sight of it. Meaning she needed to stop wasting time staring at it like a flicky caught in headlights, damn it.

Boot shifted, and that was all the Badnik needed as a sign that things had started. Engine whirred, just audibly enough for Whisper to hear, and give her a warning to act now.

There was that flicker, that she'd gotten used to now, where she was already aware the other wasn't actually there. Blue overtakes the lights of her Wispon Arm in an instant, hand raising upwards to intercept the oncoming attack.

She couldn't stop it outright, no, but as the cube of energy appears, it envelops the approaching MP-MS as the wolf twists, bringing the cube and her opponent around before flinging both toward the observation window. Even as she watched the metal fist burst through the energy with ease, a switch to orange as a blast of rocketing energy was fired; just in time to catch the Badnik and send it hurtling through the reinforced glass.

There was no time to savor her successful one-two, however, as Whisper rushed through the still open door and down the halls. The recording of the map in her periphery as the mask's inner displays kept it visible for her while she went. It was practically across the entire base, damn it, but she wasn't going to just leave them here if she could do anything about it.

Metal whined as it burst beneath her, nary a moment to collect herself as fist slammed to her middle and knocked her airborne; the MP-MS wasting no time in it's pirouette in the air to plant a kick to the back of her head that sends Whisper several feet through the air down the hallway before tumbling across the floor. Everything hurt, damn it. Mass-Produced or not, it was still terrifyingly fast with the power behind that speed to back it up, too.

A hiss of pain, pushing that feeling away as she had to act fast. Orange switched to green, bracing both claws to the floor as she heard the rocketing Badnik approach. A mighty gale erupted from the Wispon Arm, sending her tensed body out like an arrow as boots slam to the MP-MS's head. Using all the momentum to carry herself back onto her feet to continue her sprint for the holding cells while the badnik took that split second to recover.

Whisper wasn't even sure why she was doing this, really. Why she just couldn't abandon that Wisp, someone she didn't even know, and that was what carried her stride down the halls. Some burning in her chest that fought through the ache. Whisper wasn't a hero, like everyone she knew nowadays-- like so many people thought she was. Even still, she found herself continuing down the path; cyan flashing as lasers are fired down the hall to aid in slowing her pursuer down.

Not that it did, however. Each shot of laser is dodged at blinding speed as the MP-MS approached, flitting in and out of the naked eye's sight. It was only thanks to the lock-on she managed to get with her mask that she could hope to keep up.

"Lemme at 'im!" Came the translated voice of Pink, who Whisper let slip into Wispon Arm without a complaint. A brief whirl, pink trailing off claws as she slashed at the air; buzzsaws wrenching through the air as they dragged through metal or bounced along. The sudden onslaught of blades forcing the MP-MS to slow in order to deflect or maneuver around them. Every little second mattered.

Skidding as she rounded a corner, Whisper could see the containment cells in the distance, and was internally thanking the stars that she'd make it without too big of an issue. Which, just as she thought it, made her realize this was going too smoothly, wasn't it? The whirring behind her of the MP-MS's engines grew tenfold, and it was all she could do but whirl around to see it enveloped in energy in it's sudden blitz.

"It's never easy, is it?" Came Blue as they slipped into Wispon arm, energy ejecting out like plating to form a shield from it. It kept her from taking the brunt of it, but that did nothing to stop the momentum from sending Whisper clean off her feet as the both rocketed down the hall. There wasn't a hope of her getting a footing like this, even if she'd wanted to, and that left her with little to do but brace as they slammed hard into-- No, through, a door.

She'd have to make this count, she knew, seeing the menacing robotic glare through tinge of blue and screen of mask. They were approaching the cells of the base, in seconds, and the plan was surely to slam her into one. The timing was everything. She mouthed the timing, counting down, and then she moved. The plates of energy the Badnik was holding onto vanished in a crack; leaving it grasping air as she let herself fall. Claws scratched, slicing through air and digging slightly into her protective cloak.

Wordlessly, blue switched to orange, and palm extended out. A blast of explosive energy, that slammed her hard to the floor and rocketed into the MP-MS. Careening, the explosive energy pushed it all the way to the back of the cell before detonating in a mighty blast of orange that shook the whole room. Whisper was too dazed, unfortunately, but that didn't matter.

A flash of colors, as the "and, heave!" was barely heard translated through her mask. A groan, turning over and watching as all the Wisps pulled on the cell door as it creaked shut. Just in time for the crackle of electricity from the MP-MS rebooting and going for the door; smashing into it while the Wisps flitted out of the way. The metal groaned, worryingly, but held nonetheless. For now, anyways.

Her focus shifted, finding what she had been rushing towards all the while in a sequestered off space in the large containment room. A large pod, past a grid of energy, was the terrified looking Yellow Wisp. A pause, glancing down to the controls as she got to work. Her own Wisps peeking out from her cloak to either keep watch on the Badnik trying to escape it's cell or to curiously look at the imprisoned one.

"Poor thing, it's scared to shivers," Green mused. "We have to rescue them, but you already knew that."

"Gettin 'em out's th' whole dang reason we came 'ere, right?" Pink inquired, flitting to give the controls a squint as if they could help.

"I must say, despite your complaints, you sure do act heroic at times, milady." Orange added, looking pleased when it earned a snort of amusement from Whisper.

"So," Red began, circling around as they watched the MP-MS. "What're we gonna do with that thing?"

It brought a pause to the entire group's chattering, even as Whisper's focus stayed on finally giving up and wrenching open the control panel to work with the wiring itself. That was the question, wasn't it? It wouldn't be a good idea to let this thing get out of here, after all, but it wasn't as if Whisper could handle it--

"We take it down, of course!" Cyan said, appendages flexed as if holding arms aloft.

"By ourselves?" Whisper interjected, gaze locked on her work still.

"Well, why not?" Cyan asked.

"I can't hurt that damn thing," Whisper croaked. "Let alone beat it."

"Flora, if I may," Green hovered over. "Weren't you the one that has held it off all this time until we got here?"

Whisper, finally, paused in her work. The wolf's ear twitched, looking to everyone around as they looked back to her, then to the MP-MS still working it's way out of the cell. She... had done that, hadn't she? They'd all worked together and, somehow, they'd gotten all the way here with nothing she could feel broken. That couldn't have been right, could it?

Brow knit, before her focus went back to the controls long enough to disable the grid and allow her to approach the pod holding the captive Wisp. It, rightly, look petrified. Even as she opened the pod, it shirked away from her as best as it could. A frown, looking at it and then to her group of Wisps. She was never good at this talking thing, for the obvious reason and more. Yet, she didn't have much of a choice, did she?

"Hey," she began, voice raspy and barely audible even in her attempt to be clear, "you don't have to run from me. We're here to get you out, alright?"

The Wisp doesn't answer at first, especially so as the sound of grinding metal from the nearby cell made it flinch. Whisper didn't have a lot of time... So she knelt down, moving mask somewhat to the side so her comforting smile (at least, she hoped it was) could be visible for the Wisp.

"I know. They must have hurt you, didn't they? Wanted to use you against your will for that weapon." Her throat and chest hurt from forcing herself to talk. That didn't matter right now. "I know, it's terrifying. I'm scared out of my mind, frankly."

Bit by bit, she watched the Wisp pay her more heed.

"But, you're... you don't look scared." The Wisp replied, staring at her.

"What, because I'm not shaking like a leaf? I don't have time for that, and neither do you, am I right?" She retorted, gently holding her prosthetic hand for the other to take. "It won't be easy, and I won't force you to do this if you don't want; but I need your help to get you out of here. We all do."

The other Wisps all crowd around the wolf, giving out various affirmatives to her statement. All the Wisps seemed to put the one at ease, finally, as it began to float closer.

"So, you're not.. with them?"

A laugh, from Whisper, before she could help it.

"With Eggman? I'd sooner choke." Whisper mumbled, shaking her head and smiling all the brighter. "C'mon, what do you say? Can show them why they shouldn't mess with us."

There was several moments of agonizing silence, only the sounds of the MP-MS soon to pry bars out of the way to fill it. The yellow Wisp staring at outstretched hand before, at last, diving into it without another word. Yellow lights blinked to life, as the Wispon Arm adjusted for a type of Wisp it hadn't adapted to the energy of before.

Whisper tried her best to ensure it could operate and function with new Wisps, even before she's met them, but it was always a gamble, wasn't it?

Claws sharpened, yellow energy cascading down the digits as drill-like spirals formed over the claws. It at least worked there, but there wasn't time to test the entirety of the change quite yet, Because, of course, that was the exact moment there was a crash of metal. The MP-MS having broken free from the cell, holding two metal rods before they clattered to the ground as they were released.

In an instant, all the Wisps flitted back into their capsules, and it was just Whisper and the machine once again. No, not really, not ever. Gaze flicked down to the arm, charged with the energy of another, and then to her cloak as she slipped mask over her face. Whisper's not alone, not in the slightest, and that was something she was going to make sure stayed true.

Prosthetic hand raised, eliciting a pause in the other's approach, as.. of all things, Whisper wagged a finger back at the other. There's a slight narrow of robotic eyes, now, as engine audibly increased it's output. In an instant, the distance is closed, and Whisper braced as the blow to her gut knocked her off her feet; only for the uppercut catching her jaw to send her clear into the ceiling. Not even a moment to process that pain, unfortunately, before the Badnik is enveloped in energy anew and barreling clean into her. It's all she can do to not pass out, as they're both rocketing clear through metal and earth.

The first thing she notices proper is the feeling of cold, brisk air racing around them after that. Claws dig deep into the MP-MS's torso, boots finding footholds as she kicked off chest and spun to point the rocketing Badnik back to the ground below while she released. Only a few seconds of clear air to realize they'd all been knocked clean out of the base from that attack, letting Whisper see the snow about and the Badnik below.

There's a scant moment of hearing chatter in the radio, but she can't focus on that now. Scope Eye zooms in on her target, as Wispon arm shifts in real time. Plating shifts from forearm, extending outwards and over the hand in cone; enveloped in spiraling yellow energy as she righted herself to face downwards. If she let that thing get loose...

She wasn't a hero, no, not like everyone seemed to think she was.

But that didn't mean Whisper would give up.

The wolf fell, letting gravity do most of the work as she swung spiraling energy downward. Barely a moment for the Badnik to look skyward and see the drill slam into it; sending them both back underground in rapid pace. She could barely see it past the whirlwind of yellow, until a sudden black prism sent her careening off-course and away from the MP-MS once they burst back into the building.

Through a ceiling and floor, the wolf arced upwards and caught herself in the second pass; energy dissipating as Wispon Arm returned to the default settings. Yellow slipping out, looking briefly confused, before the other Wisps spoke up and it flitted into the spare capsule inside cloak without a word.

Down the hall, past all the dust and debris, was that Badnik again. A few sparks, loose wiring from cracks in the chassis, but still in one piece. Piercing red eyes glaring back at the singular blue of mask. That agonizing moment of eyes locking that lasted for a singular instant and equally forever. Before both moved in the same instance, once rapidly outpacing the other, but nonetheless they clash.

Metal slamming into metal, as WIspon Arm caught forearm of the other as both vie to overwhelm the other. The jetting engine of the MP-MS flaring brighter as Whisper's boots skid on floor. Whisper wasn't stronger than Metal, that much she knew far too well already. She'd already hit her limit awhile ago, really, and yet...

She'd already gone past what she'd thought was her limit, hadn't she? Whisper wasn't sure when she'd gone from terrified to determined, but it had happened. She wasn't running anymore. Had just sent the both of them back into the fray rather than escaping when she'd had the opportunity.

Blue slipped into arm, small cubes of energy forming under boots to give her footing as both hands grasp an arm and twist. Pulling the other with as they go through already structurally damaged hallway to the next floor below. The factory. Riding the resisting robot down as claws lash. A scratch to her front and a harsh punch of energy-infused fist to knock the MP-MS down the rest of the way sooner.

Only for her boots to slam where it had once been, flickering out with that blinding speed. The beep of her lock-on the only thing that let her know it had gotten behind her. Instinctively, arm raised, shield forming as metal shin struck it rather than her head. Whisper pushed, extending arm out and swinging to send the surprised Badnik off-balance.

Orange came next, as she spun on heel to face the MP-MS. Fist swung out as it disconnected partway through fore-arm, rocketing energy propelling it clean into the badnik's face; carrying it through the heavy machinery of factory before the fist swerved to return to arm and reconnect. Whisper could hardly believe it herself, as she watched the android's claws sink into the machine to dredge itself back up. Inferior replica or not, Whisper was going toe-to-toe with it.

That thought seemed to cross mechanized mind as well, considering the energy enveloping the once more overclocked MP-MS. A boom as it was upon her faster than she could dare hope to react to, slamming head-first into her and dragging her across the construction line. Whisper dug claw into the metal of the mill, feeling the tread give far too easily for her to use that to stop this.

No, this time, all she could do was prepare for impact as either arm was grabbed and the badnik looped up before sending her hard through the mill and floor-- the realization of the sudden plummet hitting her as the two fell down the vast chasm. That was right, the damn mining operation this place was built over. She had to do something fast, she definitely wasn't walking of this immense of a fall; especially a fall aided by the rocketing force of the MP-MS sending them downwards.

Gaze flicked between railways and crevices, trying to find anything to work off of, before spying one such railway that was close enough to their descent path. Fist disconnected again in a rocket, whipping around to slam into the side of the Badnik, sending them careening so that the MP-MS's head collided with the rails and loosened it's grip enough for her to kick out of it's grip. Feeling the fist connect anew, orange switched to green as the Arm adjusted, umbrella of green blossoming out as her fall gradually became more manageable.

Landing shakily next to one of many lights, Whisper's scope eye raced to catch sight of her adversary again. The Lock-On System beeping as she turned to zoom in on the wall the android had become embedded in. The wolf grimaced, feeling the burn of her injuries finally catching up to her now. She'd been hit significantly less, true, but she'd certainly been hit hard each time. This would have to end soon, if she wanted to get out of here.

A glance skywards, to the distant light of the base above. Normally, she'd be worried about getting back to the surface, but...

Yellow once more overtook the lights of her systems as she looked to the distant rock wall. Whisper broke into a sprint before, at the edge, she dove. Arm extended, the enveloping yellow whirlwind digging through the earth as she all but swam up the wall. Digging deep tunnels before arcing out just long enough to get her bearings and dive back in before the momentum was lost.

She was gaining good ground, Whisper knew, but what she also knew was that this wouldn't go as smoothly as this. There was no chance that the MP-MS was out quite yet and, frankly, that was all the more terrifying. It was a model for show, just a proof of concept, and it was this terrifying still. Without a shadow of doubt, she had to put a stop to this before it could break out. One Metal Sonic was bad enough, but a second would bring untold chaos.

That's why, as she hears the woosh of the approaching android, Whisper knew she had to do something. She couldn't let it get out of here, even if it would be the easiest of her options. Just running. Waiting for things to be over. Not anymore. Never again.

The next time Whisper surfaced from the rock wall, she'd spun around to face the cavern below once more. Seeing the MP-MS rapidly gaining ground, spindashing through any rubble her drilling had caused in it's pursuit of her. Reaching into her cloak, a plethora of blue crystals are tossed below as Cyan enters the Wispon arm next.

Charging energy coats her palm, firing a laser down to one crystal as it sparkles; ricocheting the beam across the many others as it passes through the android multiple times over. Only for a sudden beam, of all things, of the MP-MS's own to be fired from hand and cut off her own before it could do any more damage. A grimace, as she whirled back around to continue her ascent with Drill. This wasn't going to work. If she used Rocket, she could try catching it in the falling rubble of a cave-in, but there was no guarantee that alone would stop it.

No, she'd have to do this herself. But how?

There was a thought, as risky as it was, for both her and her wisps.

"Do you trust me?" She croaked out, as they all ascended. There's several moments of silence, as the wisps seemed to process the question, before she could hear the chorus of affirmatives coming her way.

"Whatever you think best, partner." Orange replied. "I think I speak for all of us, our new compatriot included, when I say you're the only reason any of us have a future. We'd follow you into the pits of any hellish world, should you ask it of us."

There's a brief laugh at that, before she sobered up once more as the lights of the factory above overwhelmed her in the final arc that broke through and into it anew.

They'd only have one shot at this, she knew, latching onto the ceiling as she peered down at the cavern below and braced feet to the tiles. The floor was rapidly crumbling already, whatever integrity it had failing from all the combat occurring. This was suicidal, at best, but even still.

They could do this.

"Drill, Rocket." She began, as Green entered arm. "I need you two at the ready. At once."

There's a brief look of surprise from both, looking between themselves and Whisper. Before a look of determination crossed and a nod was given in response.

She could see the MP-MS, being enveloped in that energy as it overclocked it's engine once more. Preparing for one last push as broken parts hung this way and that. This would be the final lap for the both of them. It just came down to if she could pull this off.

Every single part of her was shaking, screaming even, telling her this was a bad idea. To get out of here while she had the chance. Staring down at the rapidly approaching badnik, though, she listened to the quietest voice of them all.

She could do this.

A mighty gale slammed from her palm to the ceiling, jettisoning her down at high speeds toward the rising MP-MS. It was now or never, and the fist being cocked back was all the cue that the wisps needed to follow through on Whisper's command. Green retreated back into their capsule, as both yellow and orange swirled into the Wispon Arm at once.

In an instant, energy erupted out of it as cracks formed along it. The intermingling radiant colors searing through it as it was never meant for this much intake at once, sections popping up as the jets prepared themselves and the drill overlaid with fist. Yellow and orange whirlwind overtaking the arm as the drill formed and energy flared to propel them down at blinding speeds.

The two collided, in a flash, as whirling energy met the overclocked badnik full-force. There was the struggle as both tried to overtake the other, the groaning of metal from both parties as they went past what was ever thought manageable for either. Inch by inch, one would get farther before the other's efforts increased and forced the stalemate to continue.

Whisper must've started screaming at some point. She wasn't sure when she'd started, as that little voice inside of her roared. A spark turning into an inferno. The flaring energy suddenly redoubling as it overtook the MP-MS's output and tore through. A boom, as the blinding drill rocketed downwards, arcing back up in an instant as the air sung around it. Passing through again, and again, and again-- A blinding supersonic onslaught far beyond what should have been possible for any of the three.

All culminating in a final pass that left the whirling energy dissipating in the sky, having broken clean through the ceiling into the brilliant blue skies above. Aiming palm downwards as orange energy culminated in her hand; firing off with a flash as the ball energy swirled, intermingling with the great yellow spiral that overtook what was left of the MP-MS and sent it plummeting down and down. Deeper into the collapsing factory and mines beneath, before the detonation at last sounded out. The entire area shook, the Egg Base falling in as there was little more than rubble left in it's wake.

All the while Whisper sank downwards, digging into the ground in her landing as the rocketing drill that was her arm finally abated. The smoldering, sparking Wispon Arm still mostly in one piece. Albeit damaged to the point it would need heavy reworking to function optimally again.

Everything hurt. She felt drained, like she'd put more of herself into that last onslaught than she realized. A groan escaped her lips, rolling from her back to her side to look at the flickering orange and yellow lights of her arm. The two wisps exited it, both looking somewhat drained themselves, but utterly ecstatic nonetheless.

Before, of course, out came everyone as Whisper suddenly found herself amidst a group hug and too drained to do anything but meagerly laugh amidst them all as they chattered.

Even as she heard frantic talking over the comms to get an update, all she really could manage was more raspy laughter; laid back amidst the snow while she waited for someone to come by and drag them all back to base.

Maybe she was a bit more of a hero than she gave herself credit for, after all... Only a little, though.

#be a trigger ;; whisper #Don't Really Know Me ;; Drabbles #blood //#i don't think this actually needs any other tags but feel free to let me know #ough i finally managed to finish this though!!! had to heavily revise it but it is what it is #i'm not reading over it a second time because i refuse to revise it again <3 #but i'm happy with it. at least enough to post it! in time for it to still be 2023 here too!#picking flora up and spinning her around... bbygirl will get character developed whether she likes it or not

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benvoolioo · 1 year

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ideal performance venue for ros and guil are dead are the kids playgrounds and corridors from those unsettling liminal space pictures

#or like #fnaf security breach #i forgot what the place is called but yeah #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #ragad #liminal spaces #unreality #idk if i need to tag any other triggers please let me know if i do #unsettling imagery

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Hi!

Maybe a scenario on Karlheinz and Richter getting addicted to their s/o's blood? Like they had her blood once and ever since became addicted to it.

ok... because i'm not sure if you meant karl and richter separately or not so.. i present you with all three options: karlheinz, separate, richter, separate and then both! karlheinz and richter being addicted to their s/o's blood. i.. just got another thought of them ,, 'accidentally' getting addicted to eachother's s/o's blood's(?). ? i dont feel like im phrasing it right. and if that was terrible grammar? i don't have an excuse other than - sometimes i'm dumb sdhfksdf anyways. i may post that last idea in another post, kinda depends if anyone wants it/?? but for now!!:

also. it killed me to actually write short scenarios for once lmao also if the cuts bother anyone just let me know?? im not new to tumblr etiquette but its been a while jdskfhsd if anyone has issues with it please tell me bc i have no idea

karlheinz + richter sakamaki getting heavily addicted to their s/o's blood. (both separate and also. not lol)

umm, for content warnings i guess, there's really not much to any of this but is more like.. a mental dive into like.. their sanity during this ?? ahfdss i almost want to say it gets yandere-ish, but honestly i'm not sure. dialovers has really confused me with such lmao

if this isn't to your liking/what you preferred, i'll rewrite to your liking!! still not sure if i'm making sense but its 4 am. yea i know i write everything at 3-4 am buuut.. everything still comes out ok right??? DSjfhdsf idk i feel like it also came out more of like. a poem or something. hfhghd just let me know ok?? thank you for the requests as always <3

edit: this might seem a little sloppy ? maybe? hopefully not ??? i ended up writing this a while back and coming back to something after a while .. is tricky. i still really hope this is okay!! i need to get content out hjgfdsf busy times ;;

karlheinz

He wasn't sure how it happened. He could recall when, however. As cheesy as it may be, Karlheinz' first taste of them was, for some reason, one of the things he'd craved the most since a long time. After he had gotten just a taste of their blood for the first time, it almost drove him mad with how much he wanted more. Not only because controlling that itch is difficult (though not exactly a struggle for a more powerful vampire such as himself), but also because he couldn't put a finger on why. Why did their blood taste like nobody else's he's had? It was almost annoying with how Karlheinz' thoughts were busy running constantly, the taste stuck in his mouth yet, there was none of it.

It was dangerous. For both of them.

If the king started to lose himself even more, which he already was, for some reason he couldn't piece together, which then added yet another thing to his mental, and physical torment. Something in him snapped that very first bite, and ever since, the man has felt himself lose his grip on both himself as well as reality. Even if he had indulged, the more frequently he did so, the more likely death was to approach his beloved.

And for whatever reason, even daring to think about living without them was painful. He felt as if he should keep them isolated, protected from his desires that only got greedier day by day. Was it fear? Karlheinz did not believe so, but what he did believe was that this had to end. Before he truly went mad. Before they die. In which Karlheinz would tear them apart, savoring their delectable, deadly blood for the last time. Perhaps it'd be better that way. If they no longer existed in the world, it would make things so much easier for Karlheinz.

This likely wasn't love, Karlheinz knew so already. But did it matter? As long as he could keep them to himself, with no one to interrupt.. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. For it to just be the two of them, his sweet little thing that makes the man want to succumb constantly.

To be rid of them was definitely the best option, if both Karlheinz and his precious prey held any value for their life. This sudden downslide of his sanity was a first, and every possible way he could think of for handling it did not please him. If Karlheinz kept them, they’d be completely drained after a point of time. If he disposed of them, there’d be an emptiness to Karl that couldn’t be filled. Letting them live but keeping a distance from Karl would not work, either. The thought of anyone else drinking their blood was almost... painful.

There was another option, however, if such thing was possible.

To turn them. To stake his claim over them forever.

There were to many options. None of which he wanted to pursue, really. He wasn’t sure about any of it. He wasn’t sure how they managed to beguile him in such a way.

What he did know was that this obsession he had over them- the way they had him completely spellbound, somehow- was frustrating. And, it was definitely not going to last for long.

richter

In the perspective of this brooding vampire, love at first sight was nonexistent. The way he treated his prey almost said otherwise, though it certainly wasn’t love. Nor did it have anything to do with sight; rather, it was taste. He had always been an obsessive man, an obsessive lover. It was almost inevitable for everyone he managed to get close with. The number of such is low, for sure, especially for being someone his age, but regardless, this has happened before.

Unlike his awful brother, Richter could expect this. He foresaw it the moment he even considered drinking their blood. It wouldn’t be the first time, and, if they are able to survive his obsession, which was already pretty intense, then hopefully it’d be the last. It also wouldn’t the first time he’s said such a thing.

To his own dismay, he knows this should end. He’s not concerned for himself, but his beloved, rather. As odd as it may seem, the man has loved before. His view of love may be just as strange as the rest of his family, but did it matter? His love also just so happened to be one of the reasons he was thriving, both figuratively and literally. Blood was a powerful thing, and after so many years, Richter could admire it, at least slightly. At the very least, he was thankful.

However, in this case? Their blood was purely his. He knew this, yet, he worships it. He worships them, for being his, for being such a bewitching creature. Maybe it wasn’t just them, perhaps it was just his nature to dive deep into any sort of attraction he develops. Maybe it was something else completely.

He knew what he had to do. It would be merciful. The ‘humane’ thing to do.

As if he had morals.

His love was not safe near him, and truthfully, it was a genuine concern whether or not they’d survive Richter’s never-ending hunger for everything they had to offer him. Blood, body, soul. But, he wasn’t strong enough to do so. They were his weakness.

And he planned to keep them for as long as possible.

+ bonus karlheinz & richter

Again.

Of course.

Fate was not kind to Richter, and he was aware of this. Yet, it seemed the world was not content with allowing him to not compete for love.

If this was even a matter of ‘love’. It was definitely arguable- he enjoyed their company, sure, but whether their company beat their blood taste? There was a clear winner, for now, anyways.

Yet again, the younger Sakamaki must fight for what he desires. Because, naturally, his elder sibling yet again had no need to fight for anything. It was them. The one Richter had grown ..attached to, putting it lightly. And what does Karlheinz do? Swoop in and try to seduce them into his own arms?

It was horrid. But, unsurprisingly, not the first, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. It seemed to be the way the world worked- Obviously fate favored Karlheinz over Richter. Surely.

Karlheinz did not believe so. Was there an issue with seeking out what you desire? Karlheinz knew what good blood tasted like, had sampling plenty throughout his life. He just had an eye for it, you could say. Apparently, this was something he had in common with his brother- the dark haired man had a knack for picking out good prey, something Karlheinz couldn’t deny. So, why wouldn’t he try to get a taste?

In Karl’s eyes, if they truly were a good little pet, they wouldn’t need to even think of any options. Why refuse him? He could show them a world so much better than any way his brother might have already.

Unfortunately, as lovely as it may be, at least for Karl, the two brothers can’t fight forever. Eventually, one of them will give up, despite both of them sharing yet another similar characteristic- determination. Ambition. Stubbornness, even.

It’d be a constant tug-of-war over the prey, and at some point, their toy might lose themself before they choose one brother over another. Neither Sakamaki will allow for it. They belonged to them. Not both, exactly, but with the rate in which things were happening, neither were going to give up any time soon.

Perhaps all three would just have to get used to endless sharing.

#HGdfshgf more about putting things under read mores: i know it's good to do so where like. . there's like. mature/triggering content #and also longer content. i just have no idea what's *too* long and what's not lol #i mean? i dont think anyone's annoyed by it and i'm 100% overthinking but shhh let me #but also dont lol thanks #its terrible and awful!! and a waste of my time!!!#cindy said :) tantrum time #no honestly not really jsdfhsdf im just tired and abusing the tagging feature. and using it as my diary lmao #also.. ive been fixated on other things. dl is still here i promise #its actually providing me lots of inspo so thats fun #honestly i'm just trying to figure out how to balance my free time more #life requires lots of work and im just ! living Jsfdjdf i want to keep myself occupied with other activities that im fixated over #first one being : genshin #the other one is a secret but its super dark. like very. anyways #yeah that's where ive been #then?? then i just fell into naruto again somehow lmao #it always happens to me :'((((#FJDHFJDSFH #right now the fixation is on sasuke. for some reason. umm #KHFdsfs #honestly idk if i like this but i just needed to post something #or else i'd get eaten up by guilt #i hope this is okay ;;;;#Diabolik Lovers #yandere diabolik lovers #like i said i feel like i went with a completely different style with this one ..?? i dont think i love it but.. whatever #karlheinz #karlheinz sakamaki #karlheinz sakamaki x reader #richter sakamaki #richter sakamaki x reader

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musical-chick-13 · 4 months

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so what is this fic actually about?

oh god. okay I'm going to put this under a cut because of the topics involved.

Content warning for: discussions of consent (which includes mentioning non-con themes), discussions of intense kink practices, and references to cult-related trauma as per DW canon.

I will continue tagging all posts about this fic, as well as posting the fic itself, with "The Fic That's A Lot," as well as "c2g" which is an abbreviation of its title.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IN ANY WAY, I MEAN IT

I am going to be frank, this fic is about CNC. If you don't know what that is...well, it's highly probable this is not the story for you. But I will provide an explanation anyway if anyone's curious.

CNC stands for, in this context, "Consensual Non-Consent," which probably seems like an oxymoron. It refers to people roleplaying a fictional scenario where one of the parties involved pretends (key word pretends) to object to, protest, or otherwise not want to participate in a sexual encounter--this is what the "non-consent" part of the name refers to. Meanwhile, the other party pretends (again, key word pretends) to coerce the protesting party into some kind of sexual activity. The parties are, in a sex/kink situation, acting out a pre-agreed scene--which is what the "consensual" part of the name refers to, that pre-agreement--of non-consent.

It is important to note that this is not the same thing as actual assault: Boundaries are intensively discussed beforehand, and everyone involved decides together on a separate safeword and/or physical movement that anyone can use to end the roleplay scene immediately. Someone may be using words like "Stop" or "No" within the scene itself because they are playing the role of someone who does not consent to what is currently happening (akin to acting in a play or a movie, where an actor has to pretend to like or dislike or approve or disapprove or want or not want various things, regardless of whether any of that matches up with who they actually are as a person--in a CNC scenario, the people are playing characters, albeit in a much, much more intense way). But if something happens in this roleplay scene that someone does genuinely object to, there is a separate mechanism (sometimes several mechanisms) serving as a way out, fulfilling the function that something like "stop" or "get away from me" would fulfill in a non-CNC encounter.

ALL OF THIS TO SAY. The premise of this particular story examines how both of these characters (this is an 11/R fic, and I am trying very hard to make sure this post doesn't end up in the show or character tags) would get to the point where they realize this is something they want to do. And then, from there, once they've separately and individually realized that: What do they discover about themselves and their relationship in the process? How do they talk about it once it becomes clear that this is something they both want? How do they feel about wanting it? How does this interact with the woman in question having a background of, essentially, being brainwashed by a cult and having her childhood stolen? And how does this situation relate to how these characters view the concepts of control and romantic love? (Honestly, even more than the CNC itself, which is something that gets frequently maligned as romanticizing/normalizing abuse when people write about it, the most controversial part of this is that I put her in the sub role and not the dom role, lmao. Which I have a whole essay in my brain on why that is based on various lines/scenes/behavior in canon, but I don't think that's important right now and also this answer is already too goddamn long.) And then, in addition to all those aforementioned things, what are some of the other facets of their relationship outside of this?

Like I have mentioned at-length. This is. A lot. There's a reason the average person does not engage with CNC. And there is a lot of communication and set up that has to happen for this to work. (I had to do. SO much research for this.) But I want to confirm that nothing actually non-consensual happens in this story. He doesn't ever come anywhere remotely near hurting her (he doesn't even actually fantasize about anything, he just realizes he Has Some Particular Ideas and then feels really bad about them). And although I'm not going to spoil specifics, they both have a very positive experience with it.

I will say, though this is dual pov, more of it is from his perspective, and he is acting out the role of the aggressor. So that's another thing people need to be mindful of if they have an interest in reading this once it's up.

#The Fic That's A Lot #c2g #I am...not sure how to tag this #tw: cult mention #tw: cnc #tw: assault mention #tw: abuse mention #minors dni #minors do not interact #nsft #I *think* that's it? if there's something else I need to trigger tag for PLEASE let me know #I am going to be turning off anonymous asks after I post this answer #I don't anticipate the people who have been following this saga in detail sending a torch-and-pitchforks mob at me but random other #people might find this post through my blog & I don't trust random other people. like I said: when people write about this #there are LOTS of accusations thrown around about 'romanticizing/normalizing assault or abuse' regardless of how it's written #and I just do NOT have the energy for that lmao #(I mean people throw around those accusations about people who do this irl too #but no irl people ARE doing anything here because this is a story)#(and honestly I really just don't think I have the right to tell people what they can or can't do in their sex lives)#and also. someone's niche fic on ao3 doesn't '''owe''' potential readers the most Nuanced Discussion Of A Topic Ever #at the end of the day these are completely fictional characters and--by virtue of being. not real--nothing anyone does in writing #can ever hurt them. just tag all your stuff correctly and make sure you know internally what your own irl values are #and remember that sometimes people are just...going to have an interest in exploring shit that you're going to find weird.#but it doesn't involve you so you've got to practice going 'huh that's weird don't like that' and move on #(<-including myself in this I also need to practice this)

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ava-does-dumbassery · 2 years

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Thinking about how a Victorian asylum would probably be an ideal hunting ground for a vampire (a vampire like Dracula or Carmilla, who tended to prey on young women, that is). They were full of young ladies (since a lot of families sent their daughters or wives there for being “disruptive” or “disobedient”), the patients wouldn’t be believed if they tried to tell someone about what was happening to them, and no one would really care about them dying. Just a whole bunch of incredibly vulnerable people gathered inside one building. Plus, would it really be that hard to convince someone already living in absolute hell to say “come in” to the mysterious voice at the window that promises them freedom?

Please someone stop me before I start having story ideas.

#If anyone wants to steal this idea from me in some way #then that’s fine but please for the love of god be respectful about mental illness and psychiatric abuse #also please trigger tag your stuff #Ava has thoughts #vampires #gothic lit #gothic literature #tw insane asylum #Tw psychiatric abuse #tw psychiatry #tw psych ward #If this needs any other trigger tags on it please let me know

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