#to censor yourself

[eternalpassions]

yuuki is the most emotionally manipulative character in vampire knight.

Hello,

Honestly yea. She’s got me awed. People say Kaname is the manipulative one and the mastermind but it’s really Yuuki tbh. Like you know that song lyric that goes “You always know the way to wow me” That was basically Kaname to Yuuki by the end of the manga. The worst people in life as the kinds that emotionally manipulate you.

It’s just hard for most people to spot because she plays victim and innocent and she uses the fact that she’s incompetent to her advantage. Like I could really write an analysis on this but I don’t want to deal with “fans”. Like I have no problem with soft female characters. In fact, I love them as seen by Nana Komatsu in Nana. I think she’s what Yuuki tried to be but failed. She’s soft and makes many mistakes. She’s immature. But she admits when she messes up and she is genuine. She doesn’t try to emotionally manipulate people into feeling sorry for her. People can spot a manipulator from miles away. Like girl, you ain’t fooling anyone besides maybe Zero 😔😭

Like bro I feel bad for Ai she has to suffer from this woman’s immaturity and narcissism and manipulation. Like her father was driven to insanity and is in an ice coffin now. And she had to live seeing her father like that. She learn the vile way things went down when she was just a child. And her own mother emotionally manipulated her into feeling sorry for her and she gives up her own wants for her immature narcissistic mother who wants to have her cake and eat it too. Ai had to mature earlier because her mother never did. She had to take over her mother’s job because Yuuki was so incompetent at it. Like I got to a point where I thought Ai was hopeless but you have to take into all this into account.

Like sure, it’s not politically correct to call Yuuki a narcissist and manipulator but it doesn’t mean it’s not true. It sucks when families are broken when one of the parents are like this. And when that parent refuses to take accountability and keeps victimizing herself as seen by the new chapter. Which I can write a whole essay about cuz the gall of this woman to still be playing victim to a dead man. Like really bitch?? You’re trying to tell me you still don’t know why things turned out this way??She thinks she’s gonna emotionally manipulate a man in an iced coffin into responding to her manipulative drivel. Nope not gonna happen 😆

It’s also cuz I have a theory Hino is really Yuuki. Yuuki is her self insert so Hino is using Yuuki to manipulate the audience. But it generally doesn’t work cuz most people can spot a dumb bitch! It sucks that Hino is still at it lmao. Like gurl it’s getting embarrassing!

Thanks

#vampire knight #vampire knight memories #Kaname kuran #anti Hino matsuri #gonna get some of my moots to block me with this take but whatevs life is too short #to censor yourself #like I’m sorry but some women just suck! and Yuuki is one that sucks

[sanctus-ingenium]

art is difficult so here i present one of my study sketches cleaned up a little

#harpy character divorced from any real setting rn. was originally an au. yeah the same guy i censored on kofi. him #creature design #second pic is full res. you can colour him in yourself if u want

[carbonmonoxide-detector]

Freak! Cunt! Fag! Dyke! Tranny! Bitch! Bastard! Thrussy!

Rent lowering/twitter user killing gunshots to get the self-inflated anons making their cringe exit announcements out of the way.

#bang! bang bang bang! *cop sirens in distance* #sir we serve reclaimed slurs here #go censor yourself on tiktok

[knific]

⚠️CW suicide, noose

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sorry idk why I did this

#its a reference to an mlp drawing go find it yourself #ii fan #fan ii #ii test tube #test tube ii #ii #osc #ii osc #inanimate insanity #0 art #cw suicide #cw noose #cw death #i only censored because its gaining traction

[socksandbuttons]

Would BloodMoon enjoy some blood pancakes? It’s a real thing (Basically blood can be a substitute for eggs)

thats a weird fact but its *bloodmoon* so probably. KC has to locally source that blood but its fine. Eclipse looks on in horror. Pancakes hes never eating again.

#Lunar dyed his red once #'whys it taste weird' 'its blood' '!?!?!' 'nahh its just red dye' 'u b***' 'stop censoring yourself' #meanwhile bloodmoon comes in and ravages the food on eclipses plate #'... that WASNT BLOODCAKES' 'n..no it wasnt' '*weenie*' #bean eclipse au #solar meanwhile... lowkey interested in this fact

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #fic tag #furina #so um. looks around. okay look. i know im like THE ts@r1ts@ dealer (censored so it doesnt show in tags. hopefully) #but the moment i saw furi in fontaine the day it released she became my fav even more then the tsaritsa SORRY SHES SO.. #this is my love letter 2 furi (making her suffer unimaginable horrors) #open ended kinda in case i decide on making a sequel maybe #furi makes me feel cuteness aggression so bad i start acting like a rabid animal #furina the woman that you are. thats my girlprince meow meow id kill someone for her #playing her part as archon so well but being so horribly irrefutably human in every way.. #five hundred years not even knowing what the real plan was. when it would end. knowing if she slipped up it was over. #and in the end almost no one knew what really happened. a select few people know the real weight of her sacrifice. #furina's story was always a tragedy. it was never going to be anything but a tragedy. #and thats one of the most tragic parts of it isnt it? she didnt know how itd end. she didnt know her story was always going to be a tragedy #furina never knew a thing. and still she did it for the people of fontaine and succeeded. #how do you define “yourself” when you havent existed for 500 years? #to be so selflessly human you give up “yourself” to save people who will never know of your sacrifice. #sometimes i think about the confrontation on the stage and have a week long mental breakdown #sacrificing EVERYTHING for fontaine and still. still! the people closest to you turn on you. #heavy on clorinde. she was as close 2 furi as neuvi fight me on this. i bite. #her bodyguard and friend and she ends up staring down her blade wondering if this is it. she failed. she failed them all #because even when faced with the trial. with losing everything. she still thought only about fontaine. oh furina. #do you think she has nightmares. wonders if she was never meant to win this game of g-ds. that her story was always meant to be a tragedy? #do you think she still wonders if she was ever meant to have a chance at a happy ending? a doomed tragedy from beginning to end

[kihteyu]

If you write fanfiction please just say “kill” and “die.” Everytime I read the word “unalive” it does irreparable damage to my brain

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #ao3 doesn’t have an algorithm I promise ur fic won’t get suppressed if you don’t censor yourself #even just commenting on a fic too #I say kill and die in my fics all the time and people still censor themselves in my comments #it’s important not to water down words like that even outside of social media

[kumeramen]

Hi Hi!!

I was wondering if you can do more ObiShiSaku trio stuff?

Also idk what to call them as a trio.

Also also I love you're work, Keep it up!

Awww so happy to know you like the trio 🥰💓💓

Was pondering what to drew when I read this ask and then I remembered not so long time ago a lil mean but harmless comment in one of my ObiShiSaku art and it gave me quick inspirational idea

I almost discarded it though, glad that I didn't and visualise it~~ (￣▽￣)

#sakura said THIS 🖕🖕🖕 aldjkasfka #censored bcus i'm considerate and nice :) #tag yourself if you want i'm shisui #lol idk what to call them either anon #i just call them #obishisaku #naruto #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #sakura haruno #obisaku #shisaku #my art #naruto au #multisaku #asks

[littlespidermonkey]

I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

#lee's wild scribbles #team jacob #twilight saga #jacob x bella #swanblack #tw: food #OK! that's all the tags for searching so now it's time for the really important tags: me rambling #this was extremely stream of consciousness pls be nice #it was also supposed to come with a lil video like my other little ficlet for this fandom but tumblr wasn't feeling it #also i have not edited this and i'm not going to so if you see a typo you keep that shit to yourself #this was written kind of as a reflection on how bella lowkey chooses to sacrifice so much of what makes life good to me in favour of edward #and how she like. gives up her personhood and future to be his and has no friends outside of the cullens and jake #(who is essentially being held hostage by reenactment) #twilight has such a weird relationship with f3minism. i should write about that at some point #(also this is not tikt0k. i censor words so that they don't turn up in tags bc i doubt ppl in the f3minism tag are looking for twilight fic

[northernflame]

btw just so y'all zionists pieces of shit know, democratic countries aren't supposed to pass laws that ban news channels that contradict the state power (x)

#stop pretending you're anything else than fascists in a different font #israel #palestine #free palestine #if your intentions are really noble then you shouldn't have to censor anything that says the opposite #but we all know they aren't #they also planning on banning foreign news #how does that not ring a fucking bell in your otherwise empty heads #stop being a propaganda machine for one damn second and think for yourself ffs

[galedekarios]

the way some ppl go out of their way to actively seek out appropriately tagged content to get upset about to the point of making several posts in a row abt it... it's like that guy on bike meme tbh

#like it's a post that's not tagged with the main tags #censored names #not rebloggable #critical tags applied #a disclaimer #and in answer to a perfectly valid question #on top of all that the blog in question has you blocked #imagine getting so riled up abt someone not liking your fav any two white guys ship du jour that you want to censor their opinion #on their own personal blog that they took all measures for you to be able to avoid #an opinion that doesn't impact you in any way shape or form #at what point in that chain do you maybe take a look at yourself and take your own advice of touch some grass and providing the content #you want to see lmao #text: personal #tbd

[cambriancutie]

general tip if your talking about something serious dont censor it. makes you look like a fool

#i saw someone censor the word 'violence' and its like uhhhggg just kill yourself god

[spoofymcgee]

WHY HAS NO ONE WRITTEN THE EXACT FIC THAT I WANT THREE BILLION TIMES OVER

#i just want eight hundred fics about the doctors all being human and roommates/siblings/friends/family #with crunchy character dynamics and not *censored because i'm a bitch and people can write what they want i'm just salty* #doctor who #fanfiction #'oOoOo just write it yourself–' i don't have the fuckin time!!!

[itsjustpoopeh]

they're literally making fake profiles to be mad (and misogynistic) at

this why I don't fuck with buddie shippers at all any more

sure, the toxic ones are a minority

but the rest of y'all just ignore it

I know it's true bc when I was a buddie shipper it was like being a lone voice in the wilderness every time y'all decided to attack an actress for daring to take a role as LI to one of your fantasy boys

same thing every time. "fandom is a Safe Space don't bring Negativity LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN"

anyway I'm glad Tim is starting to put his foot down y'all don't deserve nice things

#911 abc #i have lost count of the “ugh youre at least THIRTY” comments from these fuck ass children #have fun with that inevitable mental breakdown after brainwashing yourself for your entire youth #and ftr i didnt censor the url on purpose #fuck these misogynistic little bigots

[tsams-confessions]

I want to say first of all that it is okay to have your own opinions and headcanons for any of the characters on the show. As long as they are not hurting anyone, they are perfectly valid. Albeit, there are some opinions that this fandom seems to hyperfixate that are concerning. The biggest concerns seem to be that Sun wants to unalive himself. The only reference to Sun wanting to unlive himself was a single line from a video a year ago. At the time of that video's release I think its possible that he was thinking about it, as he was in a bad mental space, his brother lost his memories and Eclipse had the star. However, that was a year ago, Sun is not the same person he was a year ago, he's going to therapy, is taking time for himself, and drinking tea instead of alcohol. Its fine to be concerned about Sun but I think some people need to assess the entire situation before freaking out and thinking hes going off the deep end because Sun wasn't in a couple of videos or he starts going on a rant like in the catnap video.

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#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams #tsams confession #< block this if you dont want to see these #mod 1blood #suicide cw #please dont censor yourself it makes it harder for people to filter posts

[plague-of-insomnia]

Create whatever tf you want. You don’t need to apologize for what you like or what you’re compelled to create. You don’t need anyone’s permission or absolution. Create what you need to heal or be happy.

#it makes me sad seeing people trying to cover their asses #for stuff they want to create #like dudes don’t censor yourself to make others’ happy #my writing advice #not kuro #100 notes