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proudproship · 2 months
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Dude, I'm gonna just come out and say it, why is it ALWAYS the hardcore antis who condone literal imprisonment, torture, and death upon proshippers that are ALWAYS either they themself a dark-fiction consumer...or an actual pedophile/necrophile/zoophile/etc???
Like dude, I've been friends with a few antis over the years, and I had this one dude screaming I liked kids because I joked, JOKED MIND YOU, that I'd make my VTuber avatar a loli to get extra money... In the same exact argument he revealed that he jerks off to photos of CONCENTRATION CAMP VICTIMS????? (He still insisted that was better than lolicon tho because "Well the photos I like are all adults"??? Those are literal real-life corpses of torture victims, dude)
Like bro... sorry but I've never met people with more depraved and disgusting fantasies than these fandom-cops that want you in jail for liking Len x Rin Vocaloid art 💀
I normally wait to answer inbox submissions but HOLY SHIT????
I mean I have a really heavy suspicion that all hardcore antis' kink is to tell kids to off themselves
And I believe that because when I was an anti, I was in a discord server and one of these dudes (he was a 27 YEAR OLD ADULT BTW) threatened a young teen in the server that if she didn't stop shipping "a proship" then he'd come to her house and... I'm not even gonna repeat what he said, but he said something that actually did get him a visit from the police-
Oh and "the proship" this girl shipped? Bubbline. A canon lesbian relationship between two consenting fictional humanoid adult women.
And honestly being subjected to those types of threats is what made me make this blog. I don't want anymore kids to be subject to serious abuse just because "oh no, fiction!!!!"
We all should know at this point that antis really don't know the difference between fiction and reality, and that's why they think it's okay to jerk off to literally illegal or morally despicable things, but they get so offended by lines on paper...
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angel-syzygy · 3 months
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angel dust: well everyone likes me
husker: everyone wants to FUCK you, you mean
angel: positive attention is positive attention *shrug*
husker: getting roofied is positive attention? do you even hear yourself when you talk?
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pissfizz · 6 months
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Another portfolio piece
Under cut due to sensitive content
(Nudity, implied assault)
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restez-avec-moi · 9 months
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DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants.
Mb!Yance to the rescue? :3
She'd just wanted to go home.
It was late and she was already a few minutes away from her home when she'd noticed that she was being followed. So she'd tried to change directions and go to somewhere where she'd be somewhat safer.
Unfortunately, the guy had a friend a little further up the street.
She'd been dragged into an alleyway, kicking and screaming and trying to get away to no avail. She ends up being thrown against a wall, hitting her head hard enough to make her dizzy and disoriented, her ears ringing as she looks up at the attackers.
Shit.
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pokemonveterinarian · 4 months
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never have i ever killed someone
\\heed the tags!//
...
I've indirectly killed people, yes
Like my best friend at the time, who killed herself because of me
I've been the reason Pokemon died
Like El Gato, I didn't get him to the vet in time
I was the reason so many Aqua and Magma grunts died
...being a sacrificial Mareep does that
But as for directly killing someone?
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...
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Yes.
A few times.
It was self defense each time.
The people in my universe are not kind.
And being a pretty woman pre transition means you're "asking for it".
...
I still remember the choking sounds of one as I strangled him.
They haunt me.
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Any dreams?
(By now, they are sitting on the edge of the stairwell, prepared to try and go down it and hope they don't die in the process. A note for Apollo has been left of "going for a swim!")
I believe so. However, I do not remember them more than vaguely
(They thwunk down the first step.)
...There was lip gloss. There were butterflies. There was discussion of why I should be happy. That it was what a man did want. That a man should not...
(Her voice has always been very feminine, melodic as a chime, as has her dolllike form. The transgender flag hangs above the bed even now. In the dreams... the voice of her perspective is so much deeper.)
(They wonder how much they were in the wrong in that dream as they go down the next step.)
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little-nightmare-gt · 2 years
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Where it matters
Warnings: chasing, flashbacks, Hurt/Comfort, implied abuse, implied abuse of power etc.
"Oh Quackity~" The Piglin Hybrid sniffed around as he stepped over the hill Quackity was on.
The earth trembled as the duck hybrid ran, greedily taking in air as he ran and spoke, "Y-Yes Techno ole buddy?!"
Maybe it was the exhaustion covering his fear, otherwise the chase would have stopped.
"Do you know how predators of old hunted their prey?" There was the soothing and nerve wrecking tilt in his voice, "They walk behind their prey until they grow tired."
Normally this would be fine, they play cat and mouse all the time. Today was a bad day and Quackity didn't want to ruin the fun.
Quackity knew Technoblade wouldn't hurt him, but the flashbacks were a bit strong. His body froze as a shadow loomed over him.
"Are you feeling tired Quackity?" The duck hybrid whimpered as warm hooves wrapped around him and suddenly he was on a past server the giants there were terrible and he couldn't ESCAPE…
"Quackity!" Suddenly he was back, he was safe, he was back on Dream's server.
The duck hybrid looked up to see Sapnap staring at him, tears flooded his eyes and he cried.
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Technoblade never felt more guilty in his life, he should have recognized the discomfort from his little friend.
When the smaller hybrid started hyperventilating, he didn't hesitate to call Sapnap over to them. He moved away from the two and watched.
More guilt gnawing at him as Quackity cried.
"Techno?" Something light landed on his shoulder.
"Phil, I messed up." Techno mumbled to his friend, he could hear the flapping before seeing the older blond land on his snout.
"What happened?" 
"I was chasing him the same as always, and when I caught him he was panicking. I tried talking to him, but I went and called Sapnap. I didn't mean to scare him." Techno grumbled sadly.
The giant slowly made his way home where he was immediately forced into nest mode by the runts of the family…and Phil.
He'll think about apology gifts tomorrow, right now his pack is taking care of him.
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Quackity was taken home, Karl was thankfully in his library as Sapnap carried him to the comfort pillow.
"Now, what's all this about sunshine?" Sapnap held him close as he shivered.
"I might've been having moments where I'm back on past servers, I assume it wouldn't affect me much so we can play cat and mouse, I guess I didn't completely get over it." Quackity actually looked heartbroken, "I know he didn't mean to set me off, but I'm…nervous."
Sapnap nods, "He is the most intimidating giant here, and you are still learning boundaries. Do you want me to message him that you don't hate him and need space?"
"And I want Karl…please." With that, the duo was joined by their giant husband and stayed cuddled up all night.
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imsosocold · 1 year
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Prison abuse jokes are never funny and if you like them you’re a horrible fucking person who’s fine with making light of the barbaric conditions of the prison system.
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highlifeboat · 2 years
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Cassandra paced the length of the floor, a small, angry, swarm of flies buzzing around her head as she wore a pathway through the mess she’d made of her bedroom.
Of all the maids Mother Miranda could have picked from to experiment on and grow a fondness for, it had to be her. Of course it did, because she’d made the mistake of not finishing her off while she had the chance, and they hadn’t gone through enough with her, apparently.
It felt like a joke when Mother Miranda came through the door with that thing behind her. A sick joke just to taunt Cassandra. It was hard to tell exactly what Miranda had done to the woman. It wasn’t quite a Lycan, wasn’t quite a moroaică, but its maw was full of fangs, and its nails had turned to something that almost resembled talons on a bird. Its skin was sickly, but it couldn’t quite be compared to a corpse. It seemed taller. More confident in itself. And, perhaps the worst part, Mother Miranda had seen fit to sew the damn thing’s tongue back in. Which meant it could talk.
It seemed to think it was safe as long as Miranda was within earshot of it. Because it was. Cassandra didn’t know why Miranda had decided she liked this one of all her experiments, but there was a swiftly made understanding that “Maid”, as Miranda so lovingly referred to it as, was not meant to be messed with.
That had pissed Cassandra off.
But what made it worse seemed to be the sheer audacity of it to abuse that the moment it had a chance.
Cassandra wasn’t sure how she, or either of her sisters, didn’t notice the beast inching closer to her. How she didn’t smell the stink of Miranda’s lab wafting off of it until they were practically shoulder to shoulder. How she didn’t hear the gravelly breathing until it was almost in her ear.
“I hope I didn’t break your little toy too badly.”
Every part of the middle sister tensed, hands balling into fists and jaw tightening. She elected not to respond, trying to focus more on whatever boring thing Miranda and her mother were talking about.
“What’s wrong, Cassandra? Little slut doesn’t give it up anymore? I could change tha-”
“SH-Shut up.” The brunette had hissed between her teeth, swallowing the urge to punch the beast in the face. It smirked at her.
“Maybe you want to join us next time. You’d love-”
“I said SHUT UP!”
A heavy silence came over the room as all heads turned to Cassandra, and the brunette’s fists shook at her sides. The beast grinned at her, clearly finding some amusement in the fact Cassandra couldn’t do anything without fear of repercussion from Miranda, who was already giving her a slight glare. She grit her teeth, eye twitching before staring her mother in the eye with a look that could kill.
“Mother.” She seethed. “I… Apologize, but may I be excused? I don’t feel well.”
Alcina pursed her lips, giving Cassandra a knowing look before silently dismissing her with a nod. She was gone in an instant, disappearing in a swarm of flies.
She’d trashed her room in a fit since it was empty when she got there, and the memory just stirred all the anger up again. She punched the wall. And when that didn’t work she punched it again until she settled into a series of furious huffs instead, running a hand through her hair.
Her ear twitched as the door opened in a familiar timid fashion. Cassandra sighed.
“What… happened?” Melony glanced at the mess of the room, then at her girlfriend slumped against the wall. “Cassie, are you okay?”
Cassandra took a long breath. She didn’t necessarily want to lie to Melony, but she feared telling her the truth. She didn’t want Melony to panic, or start living in fear again. Not now. Not after she’d come so far and seemed to be pulling herself from whatever dark pit she’d been in. Cassandra pursed her lips.
“C’mere, Mel…” She stated softly, motioning with her arms for a hug. The smaller woman cautiously stepped over the mess until she reached the other, head resting on Cassandra’s chest as she gave the woman a tight hug. Cassandra leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“What’s wrong?” Melony questioned.
“Just… Mother Miranda… pissing me off.” It wasn’t technically a lie. “Nothing you need to worry about, bug….”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Melony flinched a little at the tone, staring up at her for a moment before burying her face in the other woman’s chest.
“Okay….”
 Cassandra couldn’t tell if she believed her or not.
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councilofelrond · 2 years
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The idea of Ar-Pharazôn being a creep and assaulting Sauron also makes me wonder about xenophobia and fetishization in Númenor regarding Sauron/people they colonized, like the Umbarians.
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thedarkwoodfae · 2 years
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Consent is bigger than a 'yes.' It's complex because it refers to what's happening right now, and what's going to happen in the future. It doesn't focus entirely on the information you have, it also includes the information you don't have.
If I send an intimate photograph to a lover, I'm almost certainly sending it with the intention for only that person to view it. And, should our relationship end, I hope they do the responsible thing and burn it. My consent was conditional, based upon our relationship status, and was exclusive to them.
If I'm having an explicit moment with someone, I'm almost certainly consenting to it with specific conditions in mind. Typically, I'll expect that we're exclusive to one another. If I find out later that they intentionally neglected to inform me that they were seeing other people, then they did so knowing that my consent was dependent upon exclusivity.
Additionally, I'll sensually engage that person with the expectation that whatever we're doing is going to be kept between us. Should I learn that they filmed it, or that they're talking about it with others, those aren't things I agreed to. I certainly would've chosen not to engage physically if I'd known I was being filmed, or that they would recount the exchange in detail to others.
When our conditions are not met, it means that the intimacy shared was nonconsensual, even if the act itself was agreed upon. Some people seem confused about where the lines are, but they're genuinely not blurred.
If you have to lie, by omission or otherwise, then you don't have consent. Consent, also, is not determined by what is lawfully prosecutable. Much consent revolves around the social contract, and when you break it, even if what you've done is legal, you shouldn't be surprised when you face social punishment.
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ladysalvage · 2 years
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“Tag, you’re it!” 
I wanted to draw something dark and ambiguous. This creepy character only dubbed “Clown” in dream BBQ “playing” tag, or hide and seek with ENA, and doing bad things to her when he catches her. Since the game is going to be based on nightmares, I can see something like this happing. I say this as someone who has had nightmares like this. You know like those nightmares where you’re being chased by someone, or something, and you’re scared of what they’ll do to you, if they catch you. 
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fuscazul · 4 days
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acarillustrated · 5 months
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something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.
blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.
im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.
it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.
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gr33nhouse-poetry · 1 year
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no matter how i sobbed, they never came.
no matter how i convulsed and thrashed about the floor.
no matter how many times i called.
no matter how hard i beat my fists against the floor or my chest or my head.
no matter what i did, they never came.
and he never left.
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asc-rp · 1 year
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🔪 Red takes in all of the sight of Mika standing over the now deceased persons body with a "Huh."
Mika was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to form words. "H-He wouldn't back off...I told him I wasn't kidding, that I seriously didn't want to do anything but he kept trying to..." she couldn't even finish her sentence. Mika knew what she did was only done in self-defense, but it didn't make her feel any better.
"I...I..just..." she was panicking internally, so much so her body was frozen.
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