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Imagine your f/o mumbling “Come here…” softly as you go to them and lay in their arms. They comfort you, holding you gently and making sure you feel comfortable.
No mercy for us
What the fuck did I just say.
Dude, AO3 already keeps CSEM out of its database. It’s not allowed. What more do you want? Did you even read my post? What special property does underage fiction have that violent fiction doesn’t!? What counts as “”“kiddie porn”“” (ew) and what doesn’t!? I really want to know!
God, fuck you, anon. You can’t even be bothered to see my point, because you would rather make a false equivilance and then hurl a false accusation at me, one that ruins people’s lives by the way. Did you know that people who censor underage fiction are more likely to be child abusers themselves? That’s because playing the moral high ground gets you obsolved of suspicion, so you can go on doing whatever you want. It’s sometimes called male feminist syndrome.
Didn’t you even hear what I said about fiction involving harm? I don’t support it, but I do support survivers being able to write about their experiences even if it looks wrong to the outside without fear of being called a pedophile themselves or having their voice censored.
People like you would rather protect fictional characters than real people, and you know what that is, anon? That’s fucking gross.
Also, call it “kiddie porn” one more time. I dare you. Imply that “child” is a porn category with no respect to the people who are victims of this kind of violence. That actually makes me feel sick.
Sounds like you’re the one who’s being disrespectful, anon.
Imagine your Villain F/O. You were once close with them. A subordinate, a friend, a lover. Your history stretches back long and intimately. But now they stand against you.
You’ve hunted them down for years, dedicating hours upon hours of your life to the pursuit of finding them as they slip away again and again.
But you have them now. As your weapon trains on them, they smile. A hand outstretches with an offer.
‘why fight, come with me y/n.’ a promise that if you join them, you can serve by their side in their grand ideal.
The hand finds it’s way to your head and fondly strokes your hair. Your weapon wavers.
Do you take their hand?