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mxdreemurr · 1 year

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Frisk and Chara Loop de Loop

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Summary: Frisk and Chara are in The Underground, still.

Includes: Meandering structure, interpretive character study, some melancholy, some grief, mention of continuous resets, allusion to no mercy, the difficulties of communicating with people you care about and asking for help, determination.

Chara and Frisk are explicitly part of the Dreemurr family in this, so don't read if you don't agree with that I guess.

Enjoy!

“Oof.”

You let out a small ‘oof’ as you hit the pile of leaves, landing on your back and staring up at the hole you fell through. The purple stone of The Ruins is all around you. After a moment of blinking slowly upwards, you extend your left arm and raise your hand palm-up in the air over your head. You’re thinking about how it looks like in anime openings or AMVs sometimes when characters do that, and that it’s cool.

It does kind of look like that. And it is kind of cool.

“How many times has this been?” I think at you.

“Only three or four,” you think back.

I huff mentally. “No, Frisk. Not falling down these holes and landing on the leaves. The whole, everything. Not even just resets, but getting to see Asriel and everyone leaving The Underground and stuff.” I try to cover up my small outburst of emotion and hope you didn’t notice too much.

You lower your arm, resting your hands on your stomach. “I don’t know,” you think. “It’s like Flowey says, it’s—. It’s like waking up from a dream sometimes, you know? They kind of blur together a couple back…” You heave a big sigh and kick your feet. “What about you? Do you know how many times?”

“I…” I mentally furrow my brows. “I’m not great at keeping track of stuff like that. Math is for losers. Tch.” So what if I’m not as great at hiding my emotions as I’d like to be.

Silence stretches on with neither of us saying anything. You close your eyes fully. Eventually I speak up again in your head.

“Frisk… How many more times do you want to keep doing this…? It’s not like Asriel and I need our bodies back that much… Perhaps a change of priorities is in order, and it’s like Asriel said, our parents have moved on, them seeing us again—”

“Stop. Chara. You deserve a happier ending. Both of you do. And your mom and dad love you! They wouldn’t be anything but overjoyed to see you again, I know this. And me too… It’s not just for you, you know. Your family loves you.”

I mentally lean my head on my hand and roll my eyes at you, but I can’t help giving the energy of a small smile.

You smile as well, and lace your fingers together.

“Can we just lie here for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

***

After only a moment of pause, Papyrus continues on with: “WELL!!! THIS CHALLENGE!!! IT SEEMS… MAYBE… TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMAN WITH. YEAH! WE CAN’T USE THIS ONE!!! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS!!! MY PUZZLES ARE VERY FAIR! AND MY TRAPS ARE EXPERTLY COOKED! BUT THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS AT ALL! AWAY IT GOES!”

The various spikes and spears and flamethrowers and dogs are retracted back from whence they came.

“PHEW! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!? THIS WAS ANOTHER DECISIVE VICTORY FOR PAPYRUS!!”

“NYEH!!”

“HEH!!”

“…”

“HEH???”

After Papyrus confusedly makes his exit, you step off the rock-painted-like-a-bridge, feet crunching into the snow covering the ground. You turn and look over at Sans still planted in his spot to the side where he’s been watching the scene unfold. Sans shrugs at you and says, “i don’t know what my brother’s going to do now. if I were you, i would make sure i understand blue attacks.”

You give a polite nod at him and turn to continue on towards town, but he stops you. Seems like he has something more to say?

“hey, kid. you’ve got this look in your eye… you seem dead set about something. determined, you could say? i know you must want to befriend my brother real bad, but uh. no need to be a hero about it. take care of yourself.”

You set your mouth in a line and give another nod, then a hesitant little wave over your shoulder as you turn and head towards Snowdin.

…

“Frisk… I hate to say it, but do you think he may have a point?

You shake your head side to side. “No. Sans is funny, and likes to assume his assumptions about things are true… but it’s not like he really knows anything about us.”

I pause for a second

“…Assume his assumptions…?”

“Sumptions his wumptions?”

“Gumptions his dumptions???”

(… That little bit of impromptu nonsense wordplay got you smiling.)

“Chara.” The goofy smile falls from your mouth a little and turns into something more wistful (Uh oh). “I know you’re trying to look out for me. Thank you.”

“You’re… very welcome.”

“We don’t need to be turning to Sans for advice, though.”

“…I suppose we can agree on that at least. I don’t like when he threatens you. And his puns are B grade at best.”

“Okay no need to grumble, Chara,” you giggle. “And Sans isn’t that bad, in the end. The point is though, I want you to trust me. If there can be one human you can trust—”

“Frisk!!!” I laugh, “of course I trust you. We’re, like, family, you know? How many times has Toriel adopted you? I’ll always trust my family. And I’m sure you could even count as honorary monster at this point, if you wanted.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it…” You do a dramatic little shrug. “But, good. I’m glad you trust me. We’re going to keep on going and I’m going to save you. Both of you.”

(Oh. Oh no. Oh geez, oh crud.)

“Um, Frisk, I don’t know if—”

“Ah ah ah!!! You don’t get to say you don’t deserve it! We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, but—”

“No-butts!!! Hey, how about we go get a cinnamon bunny? I bet that’ll cheer you up!”

“… That’s very thoughtful of you Frisk. Alright.”

“Yesss-!” You do a little victory pose and start skipping to get to the shop faster.

…

“Frisk, you remind me of myself sometimes.”

“Thanks!!!”

(…I don’t think you get it.)

***

Water falls all around us as a familiar tune begins to play. You kneel in front of the old statue, the red umbrella propped up in its arms. The ground is wet and dirty, but even still, you know I would be kneeling beside you if I could. You know I would bow my head if I could. I would put my face in my hands. I would embrace it in a hug and weep on its shoulder. Every time.

You pat your hand on the ground beside you, seeming to understand. I can feel the stone and grit.

“You’ll get your hands dirty. Not to mention your knees already. The water makes all the gravel and stuff stick to you.”

“I know.”

“Woshua wouldn’t be pleased.”

You chuckle lightly, and bow your head for a quiet moment.

After a long couple minutes of silence, you tentatively ask: “Do you remember the music box that’s in here?”

“Of course. It was a gift from our parents. Asgore had a friend who did craftwork like this. It’s beautiful… I, uh, I think this is a good home for it now. We really loved exploring Waterfall.”

You smile a little. “You know it’s not that long until we can see Asriel again, right?”

“I know that!!! Silly!” I respond, exasperated but a little amused. “It’s just that, well… Ugh. You know…” I trail off.

“I do know.”

“He deserved better, he does deserve better. He was so scared and alone as a flower, and then, and then there’s this, the journey and The Barrier, but then he’s just alone again? Even when we can get him to come with us, he still won’t tell mom and dad who he is… and he’s still stuck as a flower! How is that fair…”

“I feel the same way… but about you too. Stuck without a body, also not ready to tell our parents. And I bet that he would feel the same as well. Asriel would want us to be doing this.”

…

(Ugh. If only they knew.)

“Just let them go.

Let Frisk be happy.

Let Frisk live their life.”

(What have I been doing. Frisk… you… You have a life too…)

You only seem to be half expecting a response; you’re already hoisting yourself to your feet, and leaning over to give the statue a goodbye kiss on the top of the head. You have so many confident, bright feelings radiating off your soul. I take another look at the statue as you politely step back, before you turn to continue on.

Asriel…

“Um. Yeah, I guess you’re probably right, huh. He would want us to be doing this.”

You smile confidently and give a nod, marching onwards and outwards through the caverns of Waterfall, its denizens mostly watching on from out of the way.

(Frisk… I remember when we first met, when you first fell into The Underground. You were so frightened, so afraid and beaten down. Every kindness was like a miracle to you. You were intimidated by the size of the pie, wouldn’t leave mom, and then kept getting captured by Papyrus because you wanted a place to stay. Look at you now, huh… I just hope you can stay this way, keep your determination and your hope, I don’t know if what you’re trying to do is even possible…)

***

The sweltering heat of Hotland is all-encompassing as you make your way along the stone path, the large pool of magma stretching out to your right with The CORE plunked right in the middle of it. Always a little uncomfortable coming through here with that sweater of yours. Not that I can critique your choices in clothing, though.

You stop midway along the path and turn and look at The CORE.

(I’ve been doing my narration schtick as usual, but I’ve been kind of tense since the statue in Waterfall… Maybe it’s time for a good-natured joke.)

“Hey, Frisk,” I nudge you mentally, “you ever think about jumping in there?” I ask, referring to the large pool of magma.

You roll your eyes at me. “Uh, yeah, obviously.” I raise a figurative eyebrow at you. “Not like I’m going to though. Too hot for a bath, don’t wanna become Frisk Soup today.”

I chuckle at that. “Also the magical platforms that save you if you fall.”

“Oh yeah, also that.” We’re both giggling a little now.

After a moment though you cross your arms and put your hand on your chin thoughtfully as you survey the familiar scene before us. “Hey, Chara. You know Gaster?”

“Uh, yeah…?” I have no idea where you’re going to go with this question, but I hope nowhere too personal about my past.

“… What do you think was his creation that he fell into…? Was it The CORE?”

“The CORE?” I echoed, “hmmm. Lots of places to fall into in and around it I suppose. All the magma that feeds it, and then all the glow-y foggy stuff inside… It’s certainly magical as heck in order to generate magical power, obviously, but I’ve never heard of a reason for it to have the power to shatter someone across time and space…? Not like I know that much about it though… it’s not my specialty,” I sniff.

“And you’re not even a scientist. And you’re like thirteen.”

“I suppose,” I say, doing the mental equivalent of looking at my fingernails. “You’re like, twelve though? So don’t get on my case about it.”

“Hmm, I suppose,” you say in mockery. We manage to last two seconds before smiling at each other and giggling again.

…

(Perhaps it would be constructive to inform Frisk more about what I know of the machines in The True Lab… Well… Maybe one of these resets if it becomes relevant. We’ll see.)

***

Your quiet footfalls across the wooden floorboards make some of the only sound to be heard in the house right now. The white and grey colour scheme lends a feeling like an old photograph. It’s so quiet, no one happens to be visiting at this time, and Asgore spends so much time in the garden taking care of the flowers. I clench your fists unconsciously.

“Before we get the keys and your stuff, is there anything in particular you’d like to see this time, Chara?”

“… The teacups. In the cupboard in the kitchen.”

You nod, and smile, and take us over there.

You reach up on your tip-toes and open the cupboard doors. Inside are plates, bowls, and a collection of painted teacups, all sitting on a yellow checkered cloth. I mentally indicate which one I want and you pick it up for me and bring it down. It’s white porcelain with a soft green and yellow floral design on it. I can feel the weight and coolness in your hands.

I remember sitting at the big table, beside Asriel on the long side, mom and dad on both ends. Sometimes, an hour or so after dinner, the family would have tea together. And I was always invited (But it was okay if I didn’t go, and stayed in our room instead). My brother and I would have herbal teas, I liked the floral ones. I remember mostly listening, to the warm happy conversation of a family (My family, I’d only just barely been able to accept that). Listening to the low, comforting sounds of talking back and forth between our parents, my brother’s bright, excited additions to the conversation, it’s a memory that is unspeakably precious to me now. I would occasionally be asked to join in with my thoughts on something, or how I’ve been doing, but never pressured to talk more than I wanted. Everything was always gentle encouragement but never forcing me into anything I wasn’t comfortable with yet (The kindness was overwhelming, I’ll never be able to pay it back in full).

I remember Asriel nudging me under the table, passing me a folded-up note while our parents were talking. A promise in his handwriting to show me a new secret hide-away, along with a little doodle of us.

We smiled at each other then, and I can feel myself smiling now, my emotions soaking over to Frisk’s body across the soul that we share.

“It must be a good memory,” Frisk thinks to me.

“Mhm, it is,” is all I respond.

I blink the tears out of Frisk’s eyes, coming back to the present. I look around the empty kitchen and feel us in an empty house. The reality is still there, my family is scattered; my brother and I died, and mom and dad at complete opposite ends of The Underground. And it’s my fault.

I look at the teacup in your hands and think about if we were to drop it how it would shatter. I think about how once we reset it would be back together, back on the shelf. I think about Flowey.

I don’t think about the warm mental waves of comfort that you’re sending me, or how you’ve lowered your trembling body to the ground in a crouch and are rocking us back and forth soothingly. I don’t think about how I failed to make my thoughts as private as I would have liked.

“Hey, Chara, it’s not your fault, okay? You’ll be okay, we’ll get your family together again properly, I promise. I’m not going to stop trying. It’ll be okay…” I listen to you go on with your reassurances. I’m appreciative for it. It takes a minute but I manage to even out our breathing which I hadn’t noticed had become slightly frantic. “…Your family loves you, they would never blame you for anything.”

I gaze out the kitchen doorway at the family dining table, focussing on the details of what I can see. I take the biggest inhale and let out the biggest sigh possible, and send you a mental thumbs-up. I take all my feelings of guilt and failure, and I take all my feelings of belonging and love from my memory, and I try to hold them between your hands in this teacup.

After insisting repeatedly that I’m okay enough for us to get up, you do get us up, and return the teacup back to the shelf we found it on.

“Alright Frisk, you lead the way. Let’s get to seeing Asgore soon though, I still feel like I’m suffocating a little bit from all of this memory and feelings and junk.” (And the empty house and the quiet and how I’m not going to cry more I just need to get moving). “It’ll be nice to see him again, even if he’s… going to try to kill us— oh geez we’re on a rollercoaster until the end huh.”

You grab the key from the kitchen and add it to your keychain, and then set off in a little jog out through the dining and living room to the hallway. “Not true! We’ll have a nice event with Alphys and Undyne set up! Courtesy of Papyrus and his Flowery Friend.” You do a little smile at me. I do a little mental eye-roll at you, but smile too.

“Thanks for your help Frisk, you’re a real life saver.”

“Hehe, shucks Chara, anytime.” You add the hallway key to your keychain as well. You linger outside the door to me and Asriel’s bedroom, as if asking if I’m ready. I signal an affirmative and you open the door.

Two neatly wrapped presents, as always. “Thank you Flowey,” I say in a slightly teasing but affectionate tone. You sit down cross-legged to open up the two gifts. My heart-shaped locket and rusty knife, best comfort items I could ask for.

…

Before you can get up off the floor, I speak up and think at you “You know Frisk. You’re putting a lot of burden on yourself for me. This… mission that you’ve taken upon yourself for me and my brother’s sake. I’m grateful, very much so. But I want to make sure you know you can rely on me too, you can ask for help, I’m here if you need to talk about anything… I feel like it’s been a few resets since we’ve visited the quiche room—”

“Ha—! Chara, you’re hilarious. You know I’m always okay!”

“That’s… not true.” I’m a bit surprised at your sudden reaction.

Perhaps realizing that that sounded slightly forced you wiggle awkwardly in place and try again. “Well, I may have climbed a mountain that it’s said people disappear on, that’s true. But! I’ve made so many friends, and I have a new family now! It’s all so bright and colourful, and I’m so happy to have ended up here. This journey together through The Underground, meeting everyone… There were tough parts, but finding out how kind monsters can are…! And then the catharsis at the end, I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Okay, but… This has all happened, according to both of us and what we can remember, uncountable times since the first. How is it going enjoying being with your new family when we keep leaving everything and going back to the start?”

“I—,” You sound taken aback, “there was a time I stayed with them on the surface for a while!!!”

“And then you came to me begging for me to reset again, because you couldn’t bear not having gotten the perfectest, best, most happy ending! Because you need to be the best, most perfect kid possible, and you need to be everyone’s hero!!!” … I stop, realized that was maybe a bit harsh. And that I might have accidentally said all that out loud with your mouth.

I slump and let go of your body. “I’m sorry, Frisk. I’m going to say it outright, which is hard for me; but you really do remind me of myself, and not in a good way. I don’t want you destroying yourself over trying to save everyone. I can’t make you stop, and I’m not going to abandon you, we’re partners in this; but I just want you to know that it’s okay to ask for help. Will you remember that? Please?”

“…Yeah, I’ll do my best.”

Shoot. You sound kind of broken-hearted.

“I’m really sorry Frisk. I’m just. Scared for you. But I shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not your fault. I love you, Frisk, you’re the best sibling I could ask for. Or, well, tied for first place. I hope you understand.”

You giggle a little bit. “You too Chara. I never thought I would have a family like you, and Asriel, and Toriel and Asgore… I love you too. And I guess you’re right. Maybe I do have problems.” You’ve leaned back from your cross-legged position and are now lying on the floor. “And you’re the last person I should be hiding from. We share a soul. So it’s kinda silly.”

“It’s not silly, but… I see what you mean.” We smile at each other again.

You tilt your head back, peering under my bed. “Hey Chara! You want anything from under here? Oh—, woah… I never realized how cluttered it is under here…”

“No, thank you, Frisk. I’m good,” I laugh. And I do feel good for now actually. “I can collect my things once I have my body back. And it’s cluttered because eventually I was no longer hiding under there all the time.” I chuckle a little and you beam an absolutely radiant and sappy smile at me.

Even if you’re hell-bent on repeating my past mistakes, I’ll be right there with you the whole way.

After your lovely commentary on how I keep my side of the room, we’re ready to get up and continue on our way. We a brief look around in Asgore’s room, head back out to the middle of the house, and then turn to make our way down the stairs. Just as you’re about to step down, we both notice something yellow out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, and there’s Flowey, in the front doorway of the house. He looks at us, and we look at him, and then he burrows away into the ground.

***

Streaks and splashes of colour and light fill the world around you. Like a thousand prisms broke open and spilled their rainbows. Stars rain down like the sky was falling. The world is ending. Again.

We hug Asriel tightly.

***

“Frisk… Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Asriel twists around a little to look at you from where he’s kneeling in front of the golden flowers, having sat down when he thought you were leaving. His small look of surprise changes to a pinched brow as you sit down beside him. You cross your legs and start running your fingers over the flowers, both of you bathed in golden light from the late afternoon sun.

Asriel settles back into his previous position, resting his paws on the soil on either side of his knees, looking down at the flowers, up at the hole in the ceiling, and then sideways at you. He gives a little sigh.

“I guess you can stay here a little longer, just… not too long, okay?”

You nod a little at him. A minute or two passes.

“You know Frisk, I don’t know everything that’s going on with you… The Barrier has broken and monsters can go free, but it’s okay if you still have your own problems.” He shuffles nervously. “I hope you know it’s okay to ask for help out there; you have a new family who really loves you! Of course you could tell me about anything, but… it’s just that I’m going to be a flower again soon… But you should tell Toriel, Asgore, or even Papyrus if there’s something on your mind!”

“I will”, you sign, and smile.

When you get up to go, I manage to quietly mumble out “See you later, Asriel.”

***

“ …

I’m sorry.

You’ve probably heard this a hundred times already, haven’t you…?

…

Well, that’s all—”

“Wait”

“Wait? You want me to wait?”

“I have— I have heard it. A hundred times before.”

“Hah, and what, you want to gloat about it…?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been too many. I want to ask for help. I couldn’t ask for help when I was still alive, but I’m doing it now. And I know you want us to let Frisk go, but Frisk is too, we’re asking for help.”

“… You and me both,” Flowey smiles ruefully, “what do you want me to do about it though?”

“Nothing right now, I just. Thought you should know. Keep the family in the loop whenever we can and all. We’ll talk after the reset, okay? Try not to attack us right away.” I smile back.

“Haha, well, no promises. I don’t know what you two are up to yet, and I can’t say I’m pleased it’s taken this many resets, but. I guess I’ll look forward to being filled in, in the past.” He scoffs a little. “See you soon, Chara.”

I take a ghostly breath, clench my fists, and fall back.

***

You open your eyes and see the morning light filtering down from the hole above us, filling the cavern around us, and dancing on the golden flowers cradling your body. Motes of dust drift through the air.

You sit up and rub your eyes, looking around. Flowers, crumbling pillars, and an entranceway before us.

Just beyond that entranceway, Flowey is straining to hear what’s going on in the room he just ran away from when a human fell into it. Farther than that, a grey door stands stark against a rocky wall of Waterfall. A clam monster is waiting to gossip about her neighbour’s daughter. The Underground is still full of mysteries to discover, people to meet, and things to do. I know we’ll find a way forward, together.

#No this didn't really come together into a cohesive story but yes I will post it anyways #Yes the title is just what I named the document and then I didn't come up with a better one #Undertale #safeutdr #safe-utdr #Undertale fics #Undertale fanfiction #Frisk Dreemurr #Chara Dreemurr #Asriel Dreemurr #Don't interact if you're going to be a weirdo in general #Pro-shippers stay away or else #(the knife)

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profic-kiibo · 11 months

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Relating to my last reblog, this is a pro fictionkin and fictives blog!

#proship #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #pro ship #pro shippers please interact #kiibo speaks #comship #fictionkin safe #fictive safe #endogenic safe #profic #anti anti #I don't quite understand it but everyone has a reason for something and if that helps them in some way then I'm all for it

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moriphile · 2 months

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Thinking about Bridgerton but Mori as Simon and Dazai as Daphne AAAAA.

Since this is going to a wider audience...

CW for age gaps/age difference, manipulation, dubious consent due to said manipulation, and nsft content below the cut

Mori so experienced he's scared the water is too deep for Dazai, Dazai so naive he doesn't see the water as anything but shallow. Mori tries to warn him but Dazai is so convinced he's ready he dives in, only to realize that he was wrong and begins truly drowning until his duke comes to help him and guide him along. And so what if Mori drops him, lets go of his hand, trips him a few times? Mori just likes to see his boy struggle to breathe once in a while and Dazai is so overcome with infatuation that he doesn't care.

In their marriage bed is when Dazai realizes he's already been thoroughly ruined. He thought it was just kisses that were holy. That his purity had only been broken when they'd kissed in the garden. They'd never kissed before, they'd never kissed after... he was sure it was only that one slight. That one stain that dirtied his wedding dress.

But Mori has his hands around Dazai's throat and his dress is hiked up to his hips and he's sobbing in ecstasy...

Then he hears Mori murmur into his skin.

"I'm so glad I can really have you now."

And he realizes he hasn't been pure for a long, long time.

The white dress he wears doesn't have a splash of purple from that little kiss. That little mistake. No. By the time Dazai got engaged to his duke, the dress was already ripped at the seams. Dyed black and red and purple from bloody excursions beneath the night sky with his violet monster.

And he can only hope that his dignity is safe, now that he's married to the man. That no one saw the true dirt on him. That no one saw through what he thought were little white lies.

At least the purple of Mori matches the purple of the bruises he's given.

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sforspoot · 1 year

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Hello I just wanted to say this rn, it’s not a art post but I feel like it needs to be said.

Tw:Talks of Bl*nksshipping/Pro shipping and how I do not accept it on this blog. Long rant(kinda)/info/my opinion. Talks of trauma.

TLDR:Bl*nkshippers/pro shippers will be blocked, and I will use basic human respect. Bl*nkshippers/pro shippers do not interact. Bl*nkshippers/proshippers block me on sight please.

This is not my usual kind of post, and unless I deem necessary I will not post this kind of stuff again.(as this is not why I made this blog) I will not make this specific post again(this is a comprehensive review of my opinions and expectations). I will not reblog this specific post again, I will make it easily accessible through this post.

This is pretty in depth so read at your own volition(I have included a TTS website to help. (This post was made with mobile users in mind as I use mobile. Please excuse anything layout wise that may look weird outside of mobile users. I laid this out to the best of my ability in a way that stays on topic and is easy to read and understand.)

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I will include a Text to Speech reader right here I use this for school, as I have dyslexia and could not imagine trying to sit through something like this reading it. So if you also have issues with reading such as I do but would like to read this, I have included it to help. Just copy and paste into the text box provided on the site, and press play. Or if it will work you can copy the link too this post and insert it into the Webpage URL reader below the main box.

-What I do not accept on my blog

I am not a Bl*nkshipper or pro shipper, I have seen some of my likes and follows are coming from bl*nkshippers and pro shippers.

I do not accept this on my Tumblr blog, and will block anyone I find out is a Bl*nkshipper. I will treat them with basic human respect(I will never tell anyone to off themselves, or do other bad things that I have seen people say in the past too them), and do not think I should be flamed for doing so as saying and acting that way goes against my core morals and beliefs. But as I treat others with respect, I also expect respect.

I will block without hesitation, and I will not be rude or mean about it. And I expect any Bl*nkshipper to show me the same respect and please DO NOT, and I repeat DO NOT! Interact with this blog. I will only post this specific post this once, I do not want to have to comb through all of my likes and followers blocking any Bl*nkshipper I see, because after this I expect them to not interact with me at all(at least I hope). I tend to follow most people who interact with me, and if I accidently follow a Bl*nkshipper and do not realize, please let me know. If a Bl*nkshipper reads this, and respects me, please block me on sight. As my content and art is not made for you. This is the only post that is.(more info in —reiteration(More in depth concise explained here) below.)

-Info and my understanding

I understand that proshipping can sometimes come from trauma, and is a way for some people to come to terms with their own abuse, this does NOT make this kind of behavior okay. Romanticism of trauma is not okay for so many reasons(not only can it harm one’s self, it can harm others), I am not a mental health professional, please seek help from a mental health professional if this is the case for you. I cannot make them do anything, and will not try to, because I do not have the time or the care enough to.

For anyone who their pro shipping does not come from a warped sense of trauma, and romanticism of such to help cope. Seek help, I cannot make them seek help, and will not try to. I do not have the time or care too make them do so.

Outlet info:(I will include a link too a list of all known suicide prevention hotlines for around the world that I know of here, this is not meant to be rude, this is meant to give someone an avenue to seek help. This is all I will provide for this, and I will not to force or make this choice for them.)

-My big opinion on it.

If you are against pro-shipping/blankshipping, and seek out this content, only to dehumanize and attack these people. You are part of the issue. (This statement does not include those who are protecting themselves from these people(as I do not think that all pro-shippers are good people.), but people should do this in a way that shows human respect.) Me saying that I respect them as humans, but do not wish to be around or interact with them. DOES NOT MEAN I support their actions. And it DOES NOT MEAN I will protect them and keep them safe from any consequences their actions may cause. It DOES mean that I understand that they are human, that they make mistakes, and that they can change. And I will accept them back into my blog and life if they change their ways, and become better, this also includes not having any more content of the such in their blog.

I do not believe that mean ostracism is the fix all for this issue, as it creates a echo chamber, where pro-shippers bounce off one another and make each other worse and create issues. HOWEVER I am only one person and cannot fix this issue on my own and will not try to. And mean ostracism creates and echo chamber of people who harass others. Just as I believe not all proshippers are good people, I also believe not all non proshippers are good people. As we are all flawed. What I am doing in this post is not mean spirited ostracism. It is only keeping myself and my blog safe for myself. As to not trigger myself, or those who enjoy my content.

Trying to force people to change for you, does not work, you will get fight back. People will dig their toes into their own beliefs and fight you on it. There is no winning in this situation. Both parties come out feeling worse than when they went into this. The only way to win is human respect, and understanding.

I do not expect everyone to have the same opinion as me, I will not enforce my beliefs on others, but I do believe my way is the right way, as that is how opinions work. I am open to others opinions(more info in -Post info and options, below) with guidelines.

—reiteration(More in depth concise explained here)

To reiterate, I will never EVER tell anyone that they should off themselves, or that they should d*e. I will NEVER tell anyone anything that goes against what I think is basic human respect, I will treat every person I come across with basic human respect.

I will NOT mis-gender, dehumanize, or insult any person on a personal level. I will not seek out this content and i will not attack these people, and I expect the same respect shown towards me. For them to not seek out my Tumblr and interact with it.

I will block any proshipper/bl*nkshipper I see without hesitation, I do not care who they are I will block and cut contact without hesitation. On this front I treat every person the same and give them the same warning.

there will always be outliers as will be with all cases. There will be people who I believe do not deserve respect, and I will show respect any way because I expect myself to act like how I expect an adult to act and to follow my own beliefs.

I will only open up my blog/content/and friendship if these ways are changed. I do not want an apology, I want change.

And by me seeking out these people and attacking them, would be insinuating that I am above them. And that I am more important than them. And that is something that goes against my morals and beliefs. And as an adult, I expect myself to act like what I believe an adult should act like.

-Post info and options

This rant/info post is a general cover through.

If there is anything in this post that you do not understand, or you have questions or need clarification, you may dm me or leave a comment on this post. And I will amend or answer as needed. I am always open to criticism said in constructive ways.

What I am not open to, is trying to be convinced that Bl*nk shipping or pro shipping is okay. Or trying to convince me to change my core beliefs and morals.

I have tried my absolute best to cover every base I could think of in this topic(I am not a professional and what I say is based on research I have done, and opinions I hold), in the best way I can. I have tried my best to avoid too much Redundancy, but as I am human I will make mistakes.

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Thank you for reading through this, this IS NOT what I will usually post, and unless I deem necessary I will never post something like this again. I want to nip this in the butt before it becomes a issue.

If you feel like this post fits your situation on your tumblr, you may reblog it onto your tumblr so people may see this.

-Respectful regards, Spootie boy.

#sorry for the rant #blankshipping dni #dni list #I expect human respect just like I expect myself to show human respect #this is how bl*nkshippers can show me human respect and this is how I will show it back #respectfully dni #pro shippers dni #proshippers dni #proshippers don't interact #blankshippers block me

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shouta-edits · 2 years

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"Could I have a Midnight [bnha] moodboard with themes of tentacles, whips and wine?" -anon requested

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notknickers · 9 months

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Not to start discourse, but... The weirdest cognitive dissonance I get from fandom blogs with "proship dni"... Especially when they interact with me first in the context of fandom.

#like‚ i like anthros‚ i'm a monsterfucker‚ an estimator of evil old men and an appreciator of manipulative old women #sometimes i consume fic and art of media whose canon i have zero interest engaging with #because fanon scratches itches i didn't even know i felt #if you interact with me... now what? what happens? are you forever sullied? morally stained? am i supposed to make amends‚ babygirl?#because‚ you don't have to like it‚ but if you're in a fandom and want to see the blorbos kiss‚ whether in a wholesome or a fucked up way..#i've got news you won't like‚ babygirl (gender neutral)...#and that's that you're as much of a proship as filthy‚ little me...#(also known simply as 'shipper'‚ before too many babygirls - gender neutral - got weird about it...)#fandom #proship #proshipping #pro fiction #nuance is good‚ actually #pro distinction between fantasies‚ desires and creative urges that manifest through fiction and reality #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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is anyone interested in my desinatural shit anymore?

#not that I'd write but i don't think i have any hcs that aren't like desi in some way #and most of the people who interacted with that stuff think I'm a pro shipper or whatever. like i could make zero note posts but I'd rather #not #also it makes me feel like shit every time. like i don't wanna bother people but likegodd why did y'all destroy the last good thing in my #life over nothing so rude ;-;#anyway. this is me gauging interest ig

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brinesystem · 2 years

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#rambling #we really need to stop reblogging things before looking who they're by #we try pretty hard to follow dni lists but honestly i wish tumblr would just let us remove people from searches when we tag search #i just want to get to reblog the stimboards i like to destress darn it all #almost reblogged from someone who only wanted pro shippers to interact like #eugh #and then pro or anti endo stuff we just don't get just let people do what theyre doing as long as it doesn't hurt anyone #i don't have the energy for this i just want a good sword stimboard #isaiah ranting time is done for now i guess #okay i lied also we got called anti endo somehow #we literally help mod an endo friendly server #on purpose because we want people to be able to interact with eachother safely #and have personally banned people from the server for that kind of thing #this part isn't a rant i just find it really weird like #i'm not sure what part of us is anti endo #except us not allowing people to use traumascum and stuff which #thats just a moral thing to not call people traumatized scum #and also its a trans thing stop stealing terms and stop co opting them #not everything needs to cross over and if you don't get that that's really not our problem #but that's the only thing we could think of being an issue with that so i'm just #confused i guess #i dunno. today sucks and i'm tired and i'm just talking in tags because all of this is dumb

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cinnamim · 4 months

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self shippers you guys should think of desperate kisses btw. ☝🏾 your f/o hesitating for only a moment before pulling you close, maybe pulling you by the collar or by the hip, how they can only wait long enough to suck in a breath before they're on you. how they kiss you like it is urgent, like they will actually cease to be if they don't kiss you. there's no teasing, there's no longer any of their meekness to be found, there's nothing in their mind but the constant pounding of their heart in their chest and you, you, you ringing in their brain. desperate kisses that turn into sloppy, messy things as they trail down your neck when you need to part for air– but even that doesn't last long before they're turning you to kiss you on the lips once more. btw.

pro-shippers do not interact

#self ship #safeshipping #safe ship #f/o community #romantic f/o #romantic fictional other #idk what else to tag ^_^)#coughs #no this isn't about anyone in particular omg why would you say thattt omggg #🐇.txt

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profic-kiibo · 1 year

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Been watching this American show called "King of the Hill" that Ouma-kun has shown me.

Pretty good!

#I don't really understand this show to be honest #but it seems fun #it's certainly not as vulgar like so many other American cartoons for adults #so I like that #not that there’s anything wrong with that #but sometimes you get tired of vulgarity #especially when you have friends who are constantly that #kiibo speaks #pro shippers please interact #pro ship #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #proship

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problematicbyler · 2 months

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an incomplete history of byler sexuality discourse

and how widespread fandom purity culture and homophobia created a flourishing nsfw sub-fandom

some may call me chronically online, but i call myself a fandom historian. i've been a member of some fandom or another since i was about thirteen, and i've always been interested in the rise and fall of fandom discourse. though it's annoying in the moment it's happening, i think it's very interesting and telling to look back at the overall arcs and trends.

so, let's talk about the many times the fandom has cancelled people over byler sexuality, and how each level of "hornygate" has contributed to the growth of the proship/byler smut community.

(i use the term proship in its intended definition, which is to say, not "problematic shipping," but rather being pro-fiction, anti-censorship, and anti-harassment; it is a position of believing the fiction one creates or consumes doesn't reflect a person's real life beliefs or morals.)

i have been a stranger things lover since season 1, a byler shipper since season 2, and an active part of the byler community on tumblr since season 4. i'll mostly be focusing on post-season 4 discourse because that's what i've really been most present for and that was the period that really marked a turning point in the fandom.

seasons 1-3

i wasn't as plugged into fandom discourse back in the day, but the broad strokes of early discourse was mostly thinly veiled homophobia. claiming that it was sexualization to assume will or mike could be queer despite blatant queer coding, implying that analysts were no better than will's bullies to assume his sexuality, etc etc. people were criticized for shipping byler at all because they were so young (but these people naturally had no issue with mileven, so, again, homophobia).

season 4 (may-july 2022)

now, season 4. this is where byler was brought to the attention of a lot more fans, and stranger things' viewership reached wider than ever. the byler fandom on tumblr booms from 4k to 100k over the course of season 4's release.

this brought a lot of new people who have never been in fandoms before, people who never learned don't like don't read or your kink is not my kink and that's okay or ship and let ship.

or, a lot of times, people who had only been in fandoms for celebrities and bands, which tend to have different rules when it comes to shipping and sex, because they're real people. hence a lot of young antis' conflation of character with their actors, but that's a different rant.

so with a rapidly growing fandom, a show ripe for analysis, and the art of media literacy bleeding out on the ground in front of us, the hellscape of the fandom post-season 4 in 2022 followed as such:

august 2022

jo/kendra gate where two extremely popular analysts were called out for "sexualizing" byler while being adults (early to mid 20s). they were dogpiled and harassed because one of them said that will was giving mike "bedroom eyes" (he was) and one of them said mike was checking will out (he was):

pyshiie and moogate. the proship side of byler twitter rose up and started to divide itself. i'll credit my own joining-the-dark-side to pyshiie and moo, formerly barbjeanisms, who were two popular artists called out respectively for sexualizing byler and generally being proship. similarly, people were called out and criticized for even following or interacting with those accounts after this discourse.

september 2022

hosegate is the most famous across the byler fandom, and it's when some users proposed that the scene in the pizzeria uses phallic imagery to imply mike turns will on (or vice versa) and a lot of people thought that was too sexualized, it caused a divide, and more fanpolicing, etc.

october 2022

the artist noodlesandtea was harassed for having liked arguably nsfw bakudeku art (they were shirtless, it wasn't explicit) on the same account where they draw characters who are minors. they also drew byler kissing, which was a problem for some? anyone who defended them was also called a pedo, naturally. noodles also got called out for having drawn fanart of the popular e-rated fanfiction....

the unmarked mixtape. a massively popular sequel to a massively popular fic, the red envelope. for a long time, those were the most widely recommended byler fics, but it very soon became taboo to even admit to reading them because the sequel has explicit sex and the first has them making out.

sonnet116 gate is another fic that was beloved and then rapidly turned on by byler twitter because it had implied, fade to black sex scenes. it was about them hooking up but had no smut. and even the non explicit idea of that was offensive and pedophilic of anyone who dared read it. around this time, another fic was called out for having will moaning into a kiss, because writing a teenager moaning was also offensive and pedophilic.

i'm told i (jana / troublebyler gate?) may have influenced a lot of people joining twitter for byler smut after writing illicit affairs and some other smutty oneshots in rapid succession, seeing a lot of byler shippers moving to the proship side of the fandom just to discuss and write byler smut. i also hosted a little fandom gossip column on my curiouscat where a lot of folks confessed to reading or writing smut while pretending to be "normal" in the "main" fandom. it basically revealed/implied that a large amount of popular authors, artists, and accounts were secretly pro byler smut, and that many proshippers were "undercover" in the "main" fandom.

the blocklist era. around this time the "main" fandom also created a "st twt safety" account on twitter which was basically targeted harassment and mass reporting of proshippers. the account does warn of some genuine bad actors sending gore images via dms, being racist, etc. but by far, the majority of it was simply calling out proshippers for sexualizing byler, sharing screenshots they thought were "gross," which only resulted in spreading nsfw content to unintended audiences of minors that likely never would have seen the nsfw accounts otherwise.

november 2022

practice kissing gate is where a handful of popular fic writers were criticized for writing practice kissing fics (such as undertow), and in fact, any amount of byler making out, because adults "fantasizing" about teenagers kissing was "gross."

the proship corner of st twitter continued to grow a lot thanks to so many lovely fan creators, all of whom i couldn't possibly list but who have done a lot for the community! but we continued to get bombarded with endless callout posts and block lists and witch hunting. people were unabashedly policing people's following lists and likes on twitter to call people out for engaging with any questionable users or content. (if you search byler twitter now you can still see the wreckage of so many witch hunts.)

onward through 2023

over time things have mostly calmed down, or at least enough of the folks on "opposing sides" of the fandom have mutually blocked each other to survive. this is likely also influenced by the hiatus leaving the fandom to quiet down, the collapse of twitter-turned-x having many users migrate their fandom content elsewhere, and the mass exodus of many people from the fandom for political reasons. if i had to guess, the ramp-up to season 5 will see all new conflict as more "casual" fans return to the fandom. but who's to say.

which brings us to now:

spicybylerpolls gate, wherein the byler tag on tumblr collectively had to reckon with the fact that people want byler to have sex and it doesn't make them creeps to vote in silly polls about it. people criticized the blog for being overly sexualized and pure fantasy versus more "acceptable" analysis, with many making sweeping moralizing statements about anyone who dared interact with the blog.

this has kicked off tumblr's own sort of horny revolution in encouraging folks to be more open on here, whereas previously we were confined to our corner of twitter.

so in summary:

people over and over again put fan creators on a pedestal just to turn on them when they're "betrayed" when a person's views did not one-to-one line up to theirs.

teens in the fandom especially were "betrayed" by adults in the fandom they thought were "safe" (and i would argue that self proclaimed "safe" adults in fandom are far more dangerous to real life minors than the proship fans who sexualize fictional characters but dont interact with real teens)

most everything has been fueled by widespread ageism at any fan over the age of 18, widespread homophobia and puritanism in regards to exploring queer sexuality or discussing sex at all

so much hate has been over what are essentially "thought crimes", with people watering down serious accusations like pedophilia into a petty insult over disagreements on fiction

and the cycle repeats itself endlessly until things devolve back into witch hunting and policing peoples following and likes etc

the best part to me is that every single cancellation just resulted in more people flooding to the horny side of the fandom to post more freely and without shame. every time a person on twitter posted screenshots of my account to say how "gross" it was (while simultaneously exposing my 18+ nsfw content to their audience of minors) i had a surge in followers. the more the fandom squeezes, the more people slip from its hold.

but that doesn't make the harassment campaigns okay, and it doesn't mean the fandom didn't do massive amounts of harm to real people in an attempt to protect fictional characters.

my hope going forward is that the fandom can coexist as a community where people don't have to like or agree with certain content to treat the people who create it with respect and dignity. and i hope that, while this side of the fandom might grow more on tumblr, we don't have to relive the same old discourses and go through the same cycles we went through on twitter.

and remember kids, the block button is both free and fun.

#byler #spicy byler #fandom discourse #fandom history #stranger things #proship #profiction #proshipping #anti censorship #purity culture #fandom politics

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