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I'm not hyped for The Wild Robot.

Here's why:

Exhibit A: Dreamwork's The Wild Robot

Exhibit B: Studio Ghibli's Castle in the Sky

Everything Wrong With The 2024 Paris Olympics Opening Ceremony

The issues are not that the actors were queer. The issues are that they made a perverted parody out of Christianity, and they were not family-friendly. The argument is that this was actually the portrayal of the Feast of Dionysus and that it was inclusive. If so, then why are there so many Christian art symbolisms that Christianity pioneered and became associated with? And queer or not, nothing excuses the inappropriateness to children that was displayed.

Christian art symbolisms were developed during the Renaissance, a time where not many people knew how to read. Over time, symmetrical dimensions became a staple, the color blue was associated as the holy color, and specifically holy figures had a sort of aura or halo around their heads. Enter the blue lady from the Opening Ceremony.

Literally, no one else had a big headdress on or a costume with that particular shade of blue, so she really sticks out. On top of that, she was seated not at the head of the table but smack-dab in the center. It is eerily similar to how the Last Supper was set up. To have a woman cosplaying Jesus is portraying a blasphemous statement: “God is a woman”. It can also be interpreted as a whorish version of Virgin Mary. The actress even stated on her social media: “Oh yes! Oh yes! The New gay Testament” before it was redacted. She's not even Dionysus- that's the smurfsona with a food kink.

Dionysis is the god of wine and fertility. The actor put too much emphasis on the ‘fertility’ aspect of the character. Being practically naked wasn't enough, they decided to carry themself as if this were a porno. Some queer people are so open with their sexuality, they have no qualms about being sensual or naked in public. This also goes for the male bodied adult among the actors with their testicles out on live tv. ‘Dionysus’ at least had a loincloth, but what the hell was that?! They had to have practiced before the official opening ceremony. Did that guy have his testicles out then? If so, he should have been stopped! The more triggering aspect was the child present amongst this debauchery.

The child is just awkwardly there whilst being whispered to, until everyone breaks out in dance at the end. No child should be dancing with hyper-sensual adults as if they were at the club, let alone in the vicinity of two male bodied adults who expose themselves! Had these been a pair of straight males, they would have committed a felony! Why is it that queer people are exempt from this? Some arguments over various social media have been made that this represents how sexual identity is available to children. But with this as an example, what is a kid supposed to think?!

It is bad to undress and show one's body to strangers. This is part of the stranger danger methods that kids are taught. Then you have these adults in the opening ceremony doing the exact opposite. If any kid were to mimic that behavior, it will be disastrous because of child predators and human trafficking. On top of that, a child who is encouraged to dress or behave in a manner that entices sensuality is being exploited and groomed. That child in the opening ceremony is being sexually abused! That is the furthest thing from family-friendly! While no official statement has been released to explain why that child was in the opening ceremony, cancel culture was used instead.

Translated from French, the title was originally: “The scene of The Scene on the Seine.” Alongside the obvious Christian symbolisms, this is a small, yet damning piece of evidence that they took ‘The Scene’ from the Last Supper. Videos that critique the show had been flagged, and several articles were taken down. Further uses of cancel culture have been utilized in an attempt to silence critics. If anything, it just reinforces predetermined prejudices and violates the freedom of speech and expression for anyone who doesn't choke down what was served by the woke agenda. They even had the gall to cook up a half-baked apology. It was neither wanted or needed.

Too much money had gone into making the opening ceremony for anything to be on accident or a coincidence. While the Olympics Committee ‘apologized’, it is important to note that the actors involved did not. One of them (Nicky) stated that: “[The opening ceremony] is ruffling feathers, and I love it! … The Olympics are the biggest stage in the world… it is time that we [queer people] are welcome in the space.” Hence the unapologetic, hyper-sensual performances that flunked family-friendliness and made fun of a religion. This wasn't the first time queers had made fun of Christianity. Case in point: Netflix's “The First Temptation of Christ.” Then you have the art director and his statements. Rather than take accountability, he is being defensive: “It is freedom of art expression” he argued. The double standards are staggering.

You hire biased actors with agendas, utilize multiple Christian art symbolisms in a show that violates the Christian faith, and do not protest impropriety of indecent exposure to children, whilst knowing this was supposed to be a family-friendly, international event. Then you argue that the opening ceremony was a “message of love and inclusiveness”. Evidently, this only applied to the queers. No amount of so-called apologies, excuse statements, or edited and censored articles and videos will ever fix the damage that had been done. While forgiveness is one thing, trust is another matter. Therefore, it should come as no surprise why both Christians and non religious families continue to oppose queers and will no longer support the Olympics.

References

https://theblacksphere.net/2024/08/an-artists-examination-of-the-paris-olympics/

https://www.sportskeeda.com/pop-culture/what-la-cene-sur-la-scene-sur-la-seine-mean-netizens-refute-dutch-historian-s-paris-olympics-mock-the-last-supper-claim

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.aljazeera.com/amp/opinions/2024/7/29/paris-olympics-opening-ceremony-was-an-insult-to-women

https://variety.com/2019/film/news/netflix-gay-jesus-movie-controversy-1203439807/

That Feeling When:

There's a masterlist posted of your favorite character,

but it's empty. 💀

Reblog to kill it faster

kind of wanna reinforce this here. because i’ve seen ai writing become so popular on tik tok.

ai writing is not okay.

it’s literally theft. just like how ai art steals, ai writing steals. it’s using authors’ very real work to generate whatever you type in. and this also needs to be said as well.

writing is a form of art. fanfiction is a form of literature.

seeing this all over my fyp is REALLY discouraging. fanfic itself is already a labor of love and we love it when you interact. but please do not use ai writing for your fanfic needs when this writing literally steals from fanfic authors.

genuinely don’t know if this post will go around because my interactions outside of hcs are shit, but i hope it does.

Modern Reader Adopts BOTW Link (Drabble)

Something goes wrong in the Resurrection Chamber. Link is awake, but he has yet to emerge. It's when small cries echo out that the spirit of the former king decided to go investigate.

Link is alive, but regressed in age so much that he's physically and mentally five years old! He didn't have the stanima to climb the wall, nor the strength to move boxes to help him climb over.

Desperate, the king spirit uses a form of ancient, forbidden magic to bring forth someone who could raise Link to be the hero Hyrule needs him to be in 3 years' time.

After getting over the shock of dimension travel, your immediate reaction was rage.

You encourage Link to wear your sound canceling headphones, and then you unleash your anger.

You rip into the ghost king with his past failures, reminding him that this is all his fault. Harshly critique his parenting skills and degrade him for the nerve of sending a child to fight an adult's war.

He argues back that Link is the descendant of a wielder of the Triforce and how some of his predecessors saved Hyrule at eight years old.

You show him Link's hand in response. No triforce symbol there.

"But how can this be?!" The king cried. "He's a direct descendant!"

"You fool. Courage is not a trait one inherits through bloodlines." You reply.

The king then tries to magically speed up Link's growth, but it hurts the child! You attack in retaliation. Ghost or not, you were throwing hands!

Your straightforwardness and protective nature earned you the triforce of courage, and you use it to end the ghost king like Harry Potter did Professor Quirrell. You choose to dwell on the fact that you have magic later and comfort your new son.

The child clings to your shirt, as far as his little arms could reach, and sobs as you cradle and nuzzle him.

"There, there. The bad man's gone now. Mommy made sure he wouldn't be able to hurt you any more."

_____________

(Should I continue?)

The Phantom Rabbit Ch.1

After witnessing that scene with the demon and witch, the white rabbit ran out of the cottage and into the snowy forest as fast as it could go. 

You were so scared and confused that the rabbit instincts took over, and they urged you to run until you couldn’t anymore. While you were doing so, the scenery changed from snowy forest to crowded, cobblestone, streets. Your rabbit instincts were going haywire at this point because nowhere was safe!

Everywhere you turned, you were nearly stepped on, ran over, and kicked by accident! It wasn’t until you darted into an alleyway to hide that your human rationale regained control. You flopped over and just lay there, panting in exhaustion as your mind processed everything.

‘Holy crap! What the heck was that?! What’s going on?! Where is this place?!’

You examined the white paws that replaced your hands, and touched the ear that flopped over your face. Yup, they were definitely yours. Craning your neck, you examined the cottontail behind you that confirmed your suspicions. ‘WHY AM I A FREAKING RABBIT?!’

Suddenly, a high pitched squeal invaded your poor, ultra-sensitive ears and then a pair of hands snatched you up and squished you close. 

“Milady! You mustn’t run into dark alleyways!” A female voice panicked. 

“Paula, I told you to call me Lizzy! And I’m alright. Look at this bunny rabbit that I found. IT’S SOOOO CUTE!”

‘My ears….’

“I can’t wait to take it home and show it to mother, father and Edward!”

You squirmed until your head was free from the sea of pink that was the girl’s dress. Then you stared in shock at her face. 

It was freaking Elizabeth from Black Butler! 

"Milady,"

"IT'S LIZZY!"

"Sorry. Lizzy, you know how your mother is about animals you find on the streets. Also, the dogs and cats would make a meal out of the poor rabbit. You have to let it go."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO!" Shrieked the pink banshee. She proceeded to throw a tantrum as she pressed your body to one side of her face.

"Mother gets to breed her hounds, Father has his ugly Persian cats and Edward always adds to his horse collection. All I want is ONE cute pet! It's not fair! WAAAAAH!!!" 

You stared deadpanned at Paula with your ears pinned back as the maid tried in vain to calm the crybaby. The little noble wasn't even crying for reals- otherwise your fur would be drenched in her tears. How could Paula not see that Elizabeth was pulling off crocodile tears like the spoilt, privileged, little brat she is? 

"Milady, please! Do not cry… The rabbit will be fine… Mylady, you're causing a scene! Please stop… I know! Let's go shopping! That always makes you feel better. We have to get a present for your fiance anyways."

Suddenly Elizabeth stopped 'crying' and exclaimed, "THAT'S IT!"

You winced and held your head in your paws. 'AHHH MY EARS!!!'

"I'll give the bunny to Ciel! Then I can visit both Phantomhive manor, and the cute bunny whenever I want!"

"What a splendid idea!" Paula agreed. Then she took out her stupid bells. "Jingle, jingle!"

You groaned. 'So damn annoying!' 

"Let's go prepare his gift!" Said Elizabeth, and then she sprinted off with you in her arms.

"Ah! Wait for me, milady!" Paula cried.

———————

Elizabeth took you to a place called 'Le Choyé Pampered Pets Botique'. You raised a figurative eyebrow at the name because it said the same word twice. 

After shouting excitedly at the workers about how you were a present for her fiance, they immediately set to work to make you 'even cuter'. 

It was torture! 

First, you were nuked with rose scented perfume- which got in your eyes. You were so preoccupied with rubbing them that you were unable to fight off what happened next: a thorough brushing with a bristly brush. Were they using a cactus?! You squealed in pain, but everyone in the store aww'ed at the sounds. Damn sadists!  Before you could recover from that experience, you were strangled with an obnoxiously large, dark pink bow tie. You immediately gagged and tugged on it with your paws. While you were doing so, someone picked you up and stuffed you inside a suffocating box. 

'They didn't even put any air holes, what the hell?!' 

Getting on your back, you tried to kick the box open with your hind feet, but the box had been wrapped up tight. 

Feeling light headed, you rolled over again and clawed at a corner of the box until you breached the cardboard and wrapping paper. Finally, some air! The bow on your neck wasn't helping though. 

You continued to tug on the fabric as someone picked up the box and moved you elsewhere. Based on the muffled sounds and bumpy sensations, Elizabeth and Paula were now inside a carriage.

You tuned out the conversation they were having and dwelled in your own thoughts after finally loosening the constrictor grip on that ribbon. 

You thought back to the events that brought you here. How a portal suddenly opened beneath you, and sucked you through… The quick, but painful transformation from human to rabbit… How the demonic creature attacked that lady, over a soul. Said soul definitely being yours. 

That explains how you got here, but why were you transformed into a rabbit? 

Also, you don't want to get eaten by a demon! From what you understand, Sebastian is starving himself to make his meal (Ciel) more tasty. You're not that desperate to sell your soul… Heck, you'd enjoy being human again for a few moments before paying the devil's due. Would Sebastian eat you on the spot?

You recall that he claims to have grown tired of devouring every soul in sight, indicating that a contract is not even needed for him to eat souls. Does being in a contract keep Sebastian from eating other souls?

If that is the case, what if he feeds you to Ciel- like, straight up serving him roast rabbit for supper to merge your souls together?! Your fur bristled and you shivered at the thought.

But what if he doesn't sense your soul?

Should you tell them (or, find a way to tell them)? If you somehow manage to convince them that you're trapped in this rabbit form, you could get their help. After that fiasco in town where everything tried to unintentionally kill you, there was no way you would survive on your own. Unlike you, they have resources, powers, and opposable thumbs. They could help you find a way to change back, and return to your own world.

But like his demon servant, Ciel never helps anyone for free. He'll exploit you for his personal gain and use you like a pawn in chess. Heck, he lied and made an empty promise to Snake, just to keep him under his employ. What could you possibly offer him in your state- cuddles and snuggles?

Should you keep this to yourself? It'll be hard and dangerous without help. On the flipside, everything else is just as dangerous.

You're damned if you do, and damned if you don't. That is the worst place to be.

What other option is there- do nothing and leave everything to the hands of fate? 

You pondered on these thoughts as the carriage kept bouncing and bumping, making you collide with every wall in the box.

This was going to be a looooong ride.

I want Episode 1 of Season 4 to be Ciel waking up and realizing Black Butler Season 2 was just a bad dream.

The Phantom Rabbit (Black Butler x Rabbit Reader)

Prologue

Trigger warning : blood

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deep in the forest on the outskirts of London was a hidden cottage. Within it, lived a 'witch'.

Hazel Jane was her name. She appeared to be just as average as every other middle-class, young adult. But behind closed doors, she secretly practiced 'witchcraft'. The reason why? To have whatever she wanted.

Hazel was never satisfied with anything in her life. Although she had a roof over her head and plenty of food to eat, she dispised being 'poor'. Hazel was better off compared to the people who lived on the streets or in workhouses, but Hazel only cared for her own selfish self. Also, nobody from the higher class would ever notice or marry her.

Hazel believed for a long time that marriage into a noble house was the only way she could live the lavish lifestyle that she desired. But all her efforts to snag a rich man were in vain.

Hazel also grew disenchanted with Christianity when God did not heed her prayers like a genie would. And so she decided to use witchcraft instead. Hazel then obtained her 'magic' by making a deal with a devil. 

After sealing the deal with a contract mark on her lower back, the demon gave Hazel a strange device. He told her that it was a 'magic wand' that could conjure anything out of the 'holes' she would slice in the air with it. All Hazel had to do was will with all her heart, mind, and soul for whatever she wanted, and it shall fall out of the hole. 

It looked nothing like a magic wand in Hazel's opinion. It was large and heavy, she had to yank a string on the shorter end a few times to get it working, the noise it made was extremely loud, and the device had several, jagged ends that rotated swiftly. Hazel was quick to discover that the device could also cut through anything it touched!

But just as the demon had promised, Hazel was able to conjure items out of the air she sliced with the device. 

She supposed it truly was a magic wand, and she didn't mind at all- taking the demon's further advice to separate herself from society and hide in this cottage (lest they find out, burn her at the stake, and take away her 'magic wand'). She would need nor want for anything anyway now that she has 'magic'!

It's been a year since she struck that deal, and Hazel was happily practicing her 'magic' when it happened: a sudden, burning sensation in her lower back. It felt like she was being branded!

At first, Hazel thought she slept wrong. But how could she, when she has the most comfy bed with silks and furs that she conjured with her 'magic'?

Perhaps she pulled a muscle?

No way. The only time she strains herself physically is when she does 'magic' for hours on end, with no breaks. Plus, she was far too young to be having severe back pains.

It was at that moment that she realized it was the devil's mark. Hazel had totally forgotten that she sold her soul in exchange for the 'magic wand'.

It was that time already?!

But there was so much more she wanted to do!

Frantically, Hazel 'conjured' a ticket for a one-way trip to America. But the burning contract mark prevented her from taking one step out of her room. 

Hazel then conjured a large barrel of salt. She spilled it sideways, and then she conjured a broom so that she could spread the grains all over the carpeted floor. 

She drew crosses on every wall with chalk, conjured 'holy water' to sprinkle at every corner (and to drink), and Hazel even conjured a lamb with no blemishes.

She slaughtered it (after conjuring a dagger) and dragged its corpse across the sides and top of the door frame to spread its blood. 

Hazel refused to pray to God for deliverance. Instead, she figured that if the blood of a freshly-killed, spotless, white, lamb could make the Angel of Death pass over whole houses in the Book of Exodus, surely it would keep a hungry demon out of her room, right?

Wrong.

Hazel Jane forgot several key points:

For one, she did not place her faith in God. 

Two: she's not an Israelite in the story of Moses during the reign of King Ramses II. 

Three: this demon is not the Angel of Death.

Lastly, to back out now would be a breach of contract. The demon has every right to her soul.

Even if Hazel cried out for God, nothing would happen because she would have gone back to how things were: living her life fulfilling her greedy, covetuous, desires with the 'magic wand' rather than living a life glorifying God. 

And so, the demon broke through the door- causing Hazel to scream and jump backward. In doing so, she slipped and fell- getting blood and salt all over herself.

The demon laughed at the sight. It was a jeering, distorted laugh in several different pitches. As he did so, the room got dark, and Hazel was paralyzed with fear and pain from the contract mark. It burned more than ever!

"I see you took the time to marinate yourself in salt and lamb sauce. Very creative! But most unnecessary." The demon taunted as black tendrils encircled Hazel.

"I quite like the decor, too. Most befitting for our little dinner party~" the demon snickered.

"P-please, d-d-don't kill me-e." Hazel begged through her sobs before she gasped in pain. The tendrils were squeezing her tighter.

"That's not how it works, Ms. Jane. I provided your 'magic', you used the 'magic', and now you must fulfill the contract requirements."

"B-but I-"

"If you didn't like the contract, you shouldn't have signed it." The demon flashed Hazel its own mark on a humanized arm before liking its lips and opening its mouth impossibly wide.

"WAIT! I can conjure a soul for you. One even better than mine!"

This made the demon pause.

While it is true that he supplied Hazel with the 'magic wand', he could not actually use it. 

To use such a device, the wielder must have a soul. And he, being a demon- does not possess one.

The ability to even conjure a soul by itself is impossible. It must always be attached to someone (or something). However, Hazel displayed an aptitude for conjuring things- be it alive or inanimate, as evident by the freshly slaughtered lamb. Surely, she could manage to conjure a soul by itself. If not, a human would do- he’d just have to kill that person once they arrive.

Now, a soul even better than Hazel Jane's would not exist for at least two centuries. The reason why is due to ancestral sin. The more sin that an individual inherits from the generations before, the more potent the taste, and the more power it gives the demon.

Due to this, it is impossible and forbidden for demons to time travel and devour souls from the past or future. But the forbidden factor would make this soul much more delicious! The demon drooled at the thought.

"Very well. Get me that soul!"

The demon placed Hazel down and shoved the 'magic wand' into her arms. 

She huffed at the sudden weight but quickly regained posture and revved up the device. Hazel sliced a wide arc into the air above her with all the strength and 'magic' that she could muster, whilst willing so hard with all her mind and heart that this soul would be better than hers. Perhaps the demon would take it instead and leave her alone. 

A bright, green light and mighty wind erupted from the portal - something that has never happened before due to the breaching  of time and space. The human and demon both watched with bated breath for what would happen next.

Suddenly, something flew out- landing on the bed with a THUMP! Simultaneously, the portal imploded on itself in a flurry of sparks and stardust, sending Hazel to the other side of the room and making the demon stumble! 

When the wind died down, the demon inhaled deeply in search of the soul. Smelling nothing, he creeped closer to the lump beneath the blankets.

It was very small. An infant human, perhaps?

The demon pulled back the covers with a clawed, shadowy hand and peeked inside. Shortly afterwards, he snarled and shot some tendrils at Hazel. They grabbed her by the neck and yanked her over to be face-to-face as he roared at her.

"IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU?! I EXPECTED A SOUL AND INSTEAD YOU DO A PARLOR TRICK!"

Hazel could only gasp incoherently as the thing on the bed squeaked in fright and bounded out the door. 

It was not a soul. Not even a human! It was a rabbit. Hazel had conjured a white rabbit!

She could have sworn it was a soul that she conjured. Hazel had never messed up her 'magic' before! The nerves and pressure she felt must have interfered somehow.

But Hazel couldn't voice these thoughts, and she couldn't even scream before the demon devoured her. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, Hazel truly has conjured a person from the future. And that poor, unfortunate soul is now stuck in a different dimension as a rabbit.