PLS I SAW THAT FIC TOO AND WAS GROSSED OUT

PLS I SAW THAT FIC TOO AND WAS GROSSED OUT

Like when I read fics I imagine myself as the character-I don’t want to imagine myself being his sister thats just gross

Idk I’ve been SAed myself and personally I hate SA fics because it makes me feel worse abt myself??

Like if anyone supports incest feel free to unfollow/block me, idc

EDIT: The creator replied to all of the haters so ima just say a few things,

1. We all said smth after alex said smth bc we were all afraid of speaking up

2. “block words” “block the user”, theres always focs that escape the words & blocking the user is a short term probably because eventually someone else will create it and its very annoying

3. I didn’t read the fic, I got very uncomfortable just bu reading the title & tags seeing “non-con” & insest”

ps. the whole non-con thing u tagged doesnt excuse the insest

earlier i saw an Aventurine x reader smut fanfic in which the reader is his sister and i just had to SAY SOMETHING even if i expect no one to give a fuck

Its not the first time im seeing someone fetishize incest and write about it as if its normal? again with the disgusting non-con as well (but thats a different topic)

making a character a really disgusting person to fill their own sick fantasies and having the confidence to post it on here as if its something commonly accepted

that isnt the big issue tho, theres many sick people on the platform.

my problem with this is that i saw exactly 2 people, other than me who complained in the comments of that fanfic and expressed how disgusted they are, calling the author sick etc etc

it has over 150 likes at the moment, if you, reading this, remember reading it and enjoying it just know youre gross, sick and disgusting just like the author

im not the first and i wont be last person to talk about this but if you have weird fetishes that doesnt fucking mean you have to share them with others, hope this helps <3

i tell you when i saw that post my jaw was ON THE FLOOR

ive seen many weird fanfics but hey i had not seen an incest one in a while

before anyone says "its a trauma response" "people deal this way with trauma and SA" bs just know i do not give a fuck, you can deal with all the trauma you have in private! just like everyone else

non-con is weird as it is, but writing about incest? you are going too far and you have issues in the head, you dont have to share it and spread it on a platform where people may think this shit is normal

go get therapy instead

𝐹𝓎𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑜…

Spoilers: Recent Chapter (114)

Warnings: Going on the theory he can switch bodies, Yandere!Fyodor towards the end, reader reincarnates, Fyodor kidnaps reader

Fyodor who meets you in his first body, walking in the streets as he asked you on a date-which you agreed too of course.

Fyodor who goes on countless dates with you-the movies, a cafe, a picnic, only the best options for you. You’ve charmed him into falling in love with you.

Fyodor who gets married to you, the most perfect wedding with the most perfect people. With how much he cares for you, Fyodor ensures the day goes just as planned.

Fyodor who switches bodies without you even noticing, how could you? He looked the same afterall-and acted as if nothing ever happened.

Fyodor who watches as you perish from old age, vowing to find you again one day. If he doesnt find you then he’ll pray god let you into heaven.

Fyodor who now is in his third body finds you again-reincarnated into a new form. He remembers every signs thing you did together and recreates all of those dates with you.

Fyodor who in his fourth life found you again-did the sane things yet rushed marriage as soon as he found you…

Fyodor in his fifth form Found you. Again. Got married. Again. Yet never payed much attention to you. After marriage he kept you as a stay at home mom, never really leaving the house unless it’s important. Your only friends being himself and your family.

Fyodor who is now in his 6th body, kidnaps you… Only he can protect you from the cursed world and Fyodor cannot bare to see you die again and forget all those memories. Even if it means he needs to keep you away from everything.

Fyodor who kills for you-having never left his house you dont have anyone to talk to anyway. Except if someone ever did something bad (to you or him), they’re dead to him.

Fyodor who leaves the house for a few months on a misson to Yokohama, telling you to stay inside and wait for him. As much as he hates it someone else can give you food for the time being.

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GUYS SIGMA MUST LIVE AND BE HAPPY AT THE ADA

I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER? TURNS OUT WERE JUST STARTING

(being honest though I think we all saw it coming; we dont know his ability, any info really, blood type, height like we do for other characters)

I got you.

Synopsis: reluctantly going to a party, you're offered a drink by a persistent creep despite your refusal. But no worries, your best friend is there to help.

Genre: fluff (modern au!)

Character: Best friend!Blade x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, tension between you and Blade, partying, all characters mentioned here are as of age. Blade takes a hit (drink) for you lol. Reader wears heels.

Both you and Blade were not ones to attend parties regularly. Instead, both of you often preferred the tranquility of your own dorm or the serene sounds of nature and music, rather than the cacophony of loud, unpleasant remixes of popular songs or the aroma of cigarettes and alcohol.

Despite the constant pleas from both Kafka and Silver Wolf for you and Blade to "live a little" and "socialize," the two of you reluctantly agreed. As soon as you both stepped foot into the party, the overpowering smell of alcohol and the unmistakable odor of someone's vomit assaulted your senses, causing you to cringe slightly.

"Oh god, this smells awful," you muttered to Blade, who nodded with a furrowed brow in agreement.

"Can we leave?" He glanced at the plastic red cups littering the floor, expressing his dissatisfaction with a grunt when someone accidentally bumped into him while walking past.

"We did promise Kafka and Silver Wolf we'd come. We can't back out now," you shrugged, feeling uncomfortable amid the overcrowded gathering.

"I'm gonna go and look for Kafka," you sighed, giving Blade's shoulder a gentle nudge. "Care to join?"

"I'll just stand in a corner," he replied, his expression deadpan as he surveyed the scene of inebriated youths. His hands instinctively delved into his pockets, retrieving his phone. "I'd rather not hunt them down either, or they'll rope me into playing pool or some other nonsense."

With a pout, you rolled your eyes and ventured into the sea of people. Navigating through, you murmured small apologies each time you bumped into someone.

The shitty TikTok blue lights only made it worse, casting an eerie glow and making it harder to avoid the random liquids (that you really hoped weren't more vomit or some other disgusting shit) on the floor.

"Where the hell are they?" you muttered to yourself, feeling increasingly lost in the chaotic party scene. Somehow, you stumbled your way into the host's kitchen, hoping for a moment of respite.

As you pondered your next move, someone tapped your shoulder, jolting you out of your thoughts. "Huh— Kafka— oh," you began, turning around to find yourself face to face with a stranger you've never encountered before. Arching an eyebrow, you tilted your head inquisitively. "Can I...help you?"

"Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to startle you," the guy offered a small smile, shaking his head in understanding. You took note of his wavy brown locks and the plain button-up he wore, but your focus remained on finding your friends rather than anything else. "Are you looking for something? You seem lost."

Feeling a tad embarrassed, you chuckled nervously. "Oh, uh... I'm just trying to find my friends. Um... Kafka and Silver Wolf, you know them?"

"Ah, those two. I think I saw them at the ping pong table in the backyard," he replied.

"Thanks," you nodded dryly, averting your gaze. Just as you were about to leave, he spoke once again.

"Drink?" he smirked, holding out a cup of what you assumed was beer or something.

"I don't drink," you waved him off, feeling a little uncomfortable now as he pushed the cup towards you. "I'm not into alcohol, dude."

"That's a shame. It tastes good," he remarked, letting out a huff as he continued to hold out the drink to you. "It's actually a good thing to be able to tolerate alcohol, you know? It's useful for business parties and making friends."

You frowned, staring at him skeptically and then at the cup with uncertainty. Were you easily persuaded? No. But the way he was yapping right now made you feel the urge to just drink it and get it over with. However, you weren't foolish enough to do something so reckless. "I never said I had a bad tolerance, I just said I'm not into alcohol."

"Just a sip wouldn't hurt—" the man persisted, but before he could finish his sentence, a low voice interrupted.

"Thanks for the drink."

A chill ran down your spine as a hand appeared behind you, swiftly grabbing the drink from your shoulder. It then looped around your neck, pulling you into a loose chokehold. Your eyes widened in recognition and apprehension as you realized who it was.

"Blade—?" you gasped, feeling a mixture of surprise and annoyance as he continued to hold you in his grasp. His red eyes narrowed into a menacing glare, causing the other man to back off with a mumbled excuse as he hastily left the kitchen, leaving you and Blade alone.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you said you were gonna stand in a corner," you whined, lightly tapping Blade's arm to prompt him to release you. He simply shrugged, rolling his eyes before letting go and raising the cup to his lips.

"I was trying to find the toilet until I saw a shit-stained towel in the tub and lipstick smudges on the damn toilet lid. Lost my urge to pee," he grunted, taking a sip from the cup.

"Wait, don't drink that—" you nagged, suddenly worried that the drink might contain something harmful. But before you could finish, Blade turned around and spat out the drink into the sink, coughing in disgust. "Oh my god."

"Did he fucking pour apple cider vinegar in here? This tastes like shit!" Blade groaned, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he hurled the cup into the sink. "He sucks at hooking up ladies if he hands out godforsaken drinks like these."

"Stupid," you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration as you rummaged through the kitchen, searching for a glass of water for Blade. "I thought you hated drinking. Why on earth did you do that?"

Blade wiped his mouth, turning on the tap to rinse his mouth with water. "Figured that if the drink did contain drugs, I'd be the best subject to test it on," he muttered, offering you a silent thanks as you handed him the glass of water.

"That's dangerous," you frowned, crossing your arms and watching him run a hand through his hair as he drank the water.

"I didn't want to risk you getting drugged either," he added quietly.

A moment of silence enveloped the kitchen, interrupted only by the corny music blaring in the background as the lights gradually faded to a deep red hue.

The two of you stood in the kitchen, with Blade hovering over the sink and you leaning against the counter, savoring the rare moments of tranquility.

Lost in your own thoughts, you zoned out, gazing downward and fixating on nothing in particular, longing for nothing more than to be back home.

Meanwhile, Blade stole glances at you from the corner of his eyes, his expression unreadable amidst the dimly lit ambiance.

"Let's just go home," he suddenly blurted out, swiftly washing the cup and stowing it away. "Screw those two."

You lifted your head to look at him, uncrossing your arms in agreement. "Yeah," you mumbled, feeling a wave of relief wash over you at the suggestion.

He noticed your discomfort, his gaze drifting down to the outfit you wore and the heels on your feet. "They hurt?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the blaring speakers.

Confusion clouded your expression as you struggled to hear him amidst the loud music. He sighed, gesturing towards your heels. "Your heels. Are they hurting your feet?" he repeated, more insistently this time. When you still didn't catch on, he groaned and suddenly dropped to his knees, his hands gently brushing against your calves as he lifted one foot.

"What the fuck—" you began, startled by his sudden action, your eyes widening in disbelief. "Blade!"

"Take 'em off," he mumbled, his voice softer now as he noticed a small bruise on the back of your ankle, evidence of the discomfort caused by your tight shoes.

"Dumbass! I'm not stepping out of here barefoot with all that disgusting shit on the floor!" you yelled, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the sight of him down on his knees for you. Your hands tightened their grip on the counter as you watched him slide off your heels.

"I'll carry you then," he retorted, his tone determined as he lifted you by the hips, effortlessly settling you on the counter so your feet wouldn't touch the grimy floor.

"You—" you began to retaliate, but your words fell silent as you were rendered speechless by his offer. "You..."

"C'mon," he urged, pursing his lips as he turned around, positioning himself for you to piggyback him. "You better get on before I change my mind. You know I don't do favors like this," he sneered, his tone teasing yet firm.

You gulped, feeling a mixture of nerves and gratitude as your hands trembled while gripping onto his shoulders. With shaky breaths, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you felt his hands slide under your thighs to support you, letting out a grunt of effort.

"...am I not heavy?" you whispered, your breath grazing the shell of his ear.

He shook his head, standing up straight now. The scent of his cologne somehow managed to calm your nerves as you rested your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

"No. I literally bench double your weight," he reassured you.

"No need to flex."

He piggybacked you through the crowd, disregarding the stares directed at him, while you felt awkward and embarrassed under the attention. He couldn't care less, knowing that most of the crowd was either too drunk to remember or too preoccupied with their own activities.

"Next time, just stay by my side," he whispered, finally stepping outside of the party.

"Mm...yeah, yeah," you yawned, your voice muffled by the softness of his jacket. "Thanks."

"And don't chug down the drinks next time."

"Yeah, yeah."

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

NO NO NO I CANT LET FYODOR TAKE OVER SIGMA ‼️‼️‼️

AY YO WAIT

I always thought it was hella weird that Fyodor so willingly let Sigma read his memories. Like even if he was banking on the fact it would set him back a few hours/days while he’s processing the information, that’s still a huge net loss on Fyodor’s part.

AND THEN I REMEMBERED

HE INJURED HIS HAND ON THE KEYPAD

AND IT WAS BLEEDING

And now we know his ability has to do with his own blood coming into contact with someone.

I see a lot of ppl theorizing that Nikolai is gonna get body snatched bc he touched Fyodor’s severed arm but he’s not the only one who came into contact with Fyodor’s blood (also wouldn’t the explosion/fire have lowkey cauterized the wound?)

Anyway my new theory is that Fyodor is gonna take over Sigma’s body. It would be much better for him strategically too, since Nikolai is somewhat useful and it’s clear he never saw Sigma as more than a pawn anyway. I think when he let Sigma read his memories, he was just securing a new body in the event of things going downhill.

I gotta look back at that scene to double check he used the hand that was injured but if I’m right… sorry Sigma fans.