Sorry for the essay here, but I feel like we need to talk about these types of antis more with the hypocritical type who like problematic media but will lose it if they see it in fandom. And tw for mentions of SA and murder.I can not stand antis who make everything to be problematic and go on witch-hunts over what they made up. For example, and not sure if you know about this from the MHA fandom, a couple years ago antis we’re throwing a fit and accusing the mangaka, Horikoshi, of making a chapter with rape in it. Called him every name under the sun, wished death upon him, and described the panels in graphic sexual detail and accused him as finding it “hot” and “sexy.” But here’s the thing, it wasn’t a rape scene nor was it sexualized, romanticized, or every buzzword antis like to use.I’m speaking as someone with a non-con kink and let me tell you, I know a non-con moment when I see one. No, the scene was graphic and it was disturbing, but no SA was happening. No it was disturbing because it had the character Twice being forced to watch his friend Toga almost get brutally murdered by clones of himself.These antis are so quick to call someone a pervert and accuse them of doing something sinister and disgusting, while that’s not even happening at all. And it’s down right disturbing because they do all this shit without warning. If you’re gonna wrongly talk about something in the wrong graphic details, then tag it, god damn. Or get critical thinking skills, because they are lacking if the confuse brutal murder with SA and act like you’re the morally superior one while you tell the accused to die.

by on November 20, 2022 at 8:01 pm
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I feel you, anon. Thanks for sharing this.

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by on November 20, 2022 at 7:49 pm
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Novelization of my Fallout: New Vegas playthrough!

The first thing that he could remember– clearly, anyway– was being shot in the head. Hell of an origin story, that was. Born into the world on his knees, looking up at the checkerboard fashion disaster about to end whatever life he’d had before that moment.

“From where you’re kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is…the game was rigged from the start.”

Later, Corby was convinced it was nothing but his determination to wipe the smirk off that smug face that kept him alive, bullet lodged in his skull, buried in that shallow grave, long enough for the robot to dig him up.

When he opened his eyes next, it was to an even worse sight.

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