InkTober Post

What is started getting freaky with the number 9.

Cuz like.... 9??? NINE??? ITS SO PUNK ROCK MY DUDES

So the plan was that i was gonna post something totally epic and relatable but I forgor but trust it would've done numbers

Possession - Bad Ending

Bunzy

The room was really dark when he came too. Bunzy had trouble adjusting his sky blue eyes to the lack of light in the large area. He knew something was immediately wrong when one of the first things that hit his senses was the smell of iron and the sound of something decaying. He turned his head left and right and back and forth until he had to get up. Unable to find the light switch in the vast darkness infron of him, he stumbled around the room. The last he recalled, he was in The Rabbit King's throne room of a building called The Burrow, which was situated away in the woods, somewhat far from civilization.

The smell and... the taste? of iron jolted and confused him beyond belief. Had The Rabbit King taken over while he was talking to him? He hoped not but it was a likely scenario. Bad things always happened like this. Bad things always happened- to him. He kept shuffling around, the smell of a fresh corpse getting stronger and cascading his nostrils. He trip, momentarily stalled until he realized in his blight that this was where that foul oder was the strongest.

He reached out in front of him, it was a wall. "How ironic." he thought. Slowly, he stood up, spanning the wall with his arms until he finally found it. He lipped the switch and turned around. The lights in the Throne Room were always delayed a bit to give dramatic effect once the utmost inner rings of light shines on the large seat, the throne of The Rabbit King, in the middle. Behind the throne, where viewers couldn't see, was a solitary light switch, the one Bunzy had just flipped. He looked down to the floor.

Not one sound was uttered when his eyes met figure on the ground before him. It was more silent than the night Amaranth Catar was exiled to The Southern Mountain. If someone else was here, all that would fill their ears would be the sound of Bunzy's heart pounding an escape from his ribcage. The lapse and crack in his breath and the thud of his long legs hitting the ground. His position a kneel at the body of his best friend.

Blood ran from 3 visible places on the surface of his large body, he probably had internal wounds as well. The left half of his face had been mailed to bits. The right side was a permanent scene of fear, anguish and.... Betrayal. He had never known the entire time. Bunzy himself couldn't help but try and soothe him even though he knew it was hopeless. He had stopped breathing the moment he came too. That's where the betrayal came from.

All either of them really wanted to do was reconnect. But he had metaphorically slapped him in the face of his repressed feelings for him, for Vik. His friendship, his honor and loyalty, his unrequited love. He let it all out in the stinging pain of words, and when he, Vik, tried to bring him back from jumping off the deep end- he was too late.

It was just like graduation day from highschool, where it all went down. Bunzy had blown up into a million metaphorical pieces and stabbed Vik through the heart with his knife in the form of words laced with hurt and resignation. A bond killed, a friendship destroyed, paths and bridges severed. It took all of Bunzy's strength not to cry when he watched Vik, the Valedictorian (go figure), walk across stage with his grin lined with mirth and humor, dimples on display and shining brighter than the sun so as to hide the dam of feelings inside him. But Bunzy knew better. He looked into his eyes as he spoke and saw nothing. Saw nothing when he was applauded at the end of his speech and saw nothing when he smiled and shook the Mayor's hand. Vik was dead and gone, Viktor Torian, the mask and the face, was alive and thriving.

Nothing

The Rabbit King had already taken his place at the front wheel. He took his long, claw-like nails and drove them through Vik's flesh like a rabbit would do an enemy. Vik fought back with a feverish desperation, punches and counters, trying to win his friend back from the monster that held him down.

Maybe coming here had been a death wish all along. Trying to reignite a spark that had long since been washed out by a tsunami of hurt. Trying to resurrect something that maybe should've been left dead.

But where would that leave them?

The memories played through his mind like a torture device made solely to attack you psychologically. He takes his vision across the cold body of the one person he could truly call a friend all his life.

He had always been perfect.

Near midnight colored skin complimented the raven sheen of his silken hair. A smile that won him any argument since he a child. Dimples like trophies to prove it. Friends came easy to him, as compared to Bunzy where people saw him- saw his crooked grin with a gap on the side, his fluffy but messy blonde hair, his affiliation for the color pink, rabbits and wonky smiles.

They saw him and saw his occasional passive stares- sky blue eyes and pinprick pupils that would see straight through your soul, his tendency to smile out of nowhere and bare his teeth like a challenge, a dare, telling you to come near and get bitten like an animal. Eyes darkened and pupils blown to high hell. They saw him and saw something monstrous and incomprehensible. It was rabid and wild. Untamable and seemingly unkillable. Older and quicker and something that wasn't of this world.

They saw him and they saw he needed to be exterminated.

The tears that flowed from his face put the water on Europa (or was it Titan? I don't remember) to shame. His cries were something similar to the creaks and groans of a large metal structure falling to its impending doom. Never had he cried this much over anything, especially not over a person.

Vik was the only person loved more than himself, hell more than his own mother even. But now they were both dead. Mrs. Trander had passed about a year ago, the funeral was lonely with just 2 people in attendance- Vik and Bunzy.

Ironic isn't it? How Vik's name was first... like always. The number 1 choice, leaving Bunzy, the afterthought, the runner-up. And now, Vik was the first of them to die too. And to the hands of his number 2, how fitting.

After letting everything out, Bunzy decided not to let any information of the incident trickle out of his cult of 8 years, Rabbits of The Down. Even if no information was let out, he still did his best friend the service of leaving his body in a place where the police could find it. So he would be given an awe-inspiring funeral, closed-casket of course, presented by his... wife; the one and only person to ever come near the greatness that was Viktor Torian, Arista Torian Kayes. Bunzy attended from afar. The guests, including himself, all in immaculate shades of purple (Vik's favorite color), swarmed around Arista and gave her their condolences.

Viktor had gone off one day after contemplating something. He had said his sweet "See you later, Darling" to Arista and gone off to the edge of some decrepit woods. The last anyone saw of him, his face looked like stone and determination.

His body was found a few days later when someone complained about a bloody oder emanating from the woods.

Bunzy stayed situated in the woods for the rest of his life. Slowly, The Rabbit King took over permanently, and Bunzy himself was never heard from again.

The End.

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Inspired by,

SatoSugu (Jujutsu Kaisen, Gege Akutami), Bang Bang Boom! @bangbangboomcomic , Watership Down (Richard Adams), more shit I don't remember.

This is an original story (ending) by me. @jammofsammichflip

How's it feel to kill one of your friends? How's it feel to kill him again?

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KO-FI

Watching Malcom X (Denzel Washington)

!!!SPOILERS FOR MALCOM X!!!

Guys this movie is fucking haunting. Like yeah it's all historical and at the same time light hearted and funny BUT JEEZEUZ

Guys I can't stress enough how the scene where it's implies his dad is ran over by a train is scary and haunting. Like it was only a few seconds but damn.

Also I love how it portrays his mental state throughout his life without having to say it outright. Like I love the childhood flashback scenes and then cut to how he deals with it as an adult.

I just love this movie even if it makes me scared sometimes.

Put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to how ever many of your favourite followers/mutuals !!

*bites youu*

(ONLY IF YOU WANNA!!!)

(lmoo just saw this)

(Useless You) - Sodikken

Out the Ox - Jack Stauber

Everything - Bridge to Grace

10 Seconds From Panic - Cult to Follow

Diamond - Sub Urban

@cosmo112 YOUR TURRN

#youre preachijg to the choir #LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

Batman Beyond S01E13 “Ascension”

Urban Concrete

Don't Trample My Heart

Noon

Noon is the time at which All traffic slows down and Simultaneously speeds up

The beat of my heart The push of my blood The flow of my breath

My entire being lives for you.

Rumble

The rumbling of many feet It's no longer noon, the beating quickens, the push is harder, My breathing becomes faster....

I gave it to you dropped it

Shatter.

You didn't even try to pick it up.

You walked over it and invited others to do the same.

You walked over me and my heart lay shattered at my knees.

The noon is over. It is now 6 hours till morn.

I lay shattered like heart

The rush is no longer. My love shant wander.

But noon. Ticks closer

I pick up the pieces bandaged and bleeding

I sit I lie I sob

I put broken peices together

My heart won't be trampled again

Having read this entire thing I can truly say I have nothing else to say. Also noticing a hell of a bunch of smut related content surfing the internet mostly regarding Miguel O'Hara on my end for some reason. I don't consume Miguel O'Hara content but it found its way to me. The smut itself was okay ig bit it felt like some of it disregarded his charactor as stated above.

Analyzation of Hobie Brown's sexualization on Tumblr (Also a little bit of ranting cuz it pisses me off like crazy)

Summary:

I'll be going over different stereotypes but I'll focus on the sexualization of black characters in the media specifically. Then I'm gonna relate it back to Hobie Brown and give a little lecture/stern-talking to at the end.

TW: Mentions of sex and sexuality, stereotypes, some mentions of pedophilia

Hobie Brown is not the only hyper-sexualized black man in the media. Almost every attractive black man from a TV show has been turned into a toy for fan fiction writers, including Prowler Miles/Earth-42 Miles (That's a whole other post). The same thing happens with POC characters like Miguel O'hara.

The hyper-sexualization of black characters has been around since the beginning of the integration of POC characters into the media. However, racist perceptions/stereotypes of African-Americans and other POC people in general have been around for even longer, results of white supremacy and "white man's burden"-based imperialism.

African-Americans specifically have been subject to stereotypes such as "being unable to control themselves" since the 1500s, during which black men in particular were being characterized as almost "animalistic." This translated into stereotypes which are still common today, like the stereotype that black men have more sexual prowess than other races.

Bell & Harris (linked below) find that many of these modern hyper-stereotypical images of Black folks have historically depicted them as violent, involved in criminal activity, deadbeat drunks or drug-addicts, or unable to control themselves sexually, financially, or physically. These images render the Black middle class invisible and reduce Blackness merely to pejorative categories. Such descriptions of Black masculinity are problematic for media consumers and emasculating for Black folks. For media viewers, such images relegate Blacks and/or Blackness to the role of being “the problem” and Whiteness as what is normal, typical, and ideal in comparison. Further, portrayals of Blackness juxtaposed against the backdrop of “Whiteness as the ideal” are problematic. They enable the media to influence how audience members construct and/or “view” members of various cultural communities and impact how traditionally marginalized community members may view themselves.

So in summary:

Black characters are sexualized because of stereotypes that have been around for centuries, results of extreme prejudice and blatant racism, which people continue to spew today. By sexualizing black characters in the media so freely, writers are emasculating their black readers and being casually offensive without even realizing it.

By writing about black characters like they're objects, especially black men, you are disrespecting the image of African-Americans in the media, and harming the media's interpretation of them, which eventually leads to worse stereotypes and worse situations for them to have to deal with.

Now let's specifically talk about Hobie Brown.

Why exactly is he so sexualized on Tumblr? The same reasons listed above. He's an attractive black man, so many fan fiction writers find him fair game to create their stereotypical smut-ridden stories, and completely disregard his entire character.

Despite him having zero romantic interests and not even being displayed as a sexual character, people are automatically assuming that he would have a high sexual prowess and would be very sex-motivated.

Do you see the similarities? Blatant racism.

The stereotype that black men have a higher sexual prowess is translating into Hobie Brown's character, which is why there's so much smut written about him. This is also the reason why there's not as much fluff written about him. Because according to these stereotypes, African-American men don't have emotions. They're so masculine that they would never talk about their feelings. They're sexual toys and nothing else.

Do you see the problem with this?

Now this is all without even addressing the fact that his age isn't confirmed. He could be anywhere from 16-25 years old. I personally think he's a teenager, because of the fact that he hangs out with Gwen and Pav who are canonically 13 and 16, and because he looks like a teenager and acts like a teenager.

Overall, the message of this post is-

The hyper-sexualization of black men in the media has to be addressed. Hobie Brown is only the latest victim of sexual stereotypes and this isn't okay. No character should have their entire storyline, plot and characterization stripped down to their sexuality. It's disgusting.

The writers spent a lot of time and put a lot of effort into Hobie's character. By stripping him down to his looks and his sexuality, you are disrespecting the writers and you are feeding into stereotypes. Don't be a supporter of casual racism. Don't be a supporter of stereotypes. Don't be a supporter of sensualizing characters. Don't be a supporter of casual pedophilia.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Here's a pretty picture of Hobie.

He looks so done 💀. Me after seeing people continue to write smut about him.

Note: I'm not African-American, so if anything I said needs editing or if any of the stereotypes I mentioned are inaccurate in any way, please reach out to me! I'm trying to be a better writer and any type of feedback would be very helpful <3

Sources:

https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=10057104

Bell & Harris:

https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/pdf/10.1080/17513057.2016.1142598

https://fabulizemag.com/adults-thirsting-over-underage-characters-is-weird/

@ignocubo

HERE! HERE!

But really though, school lunches should be free. It's a good thing to have a reduced/free lunch based on family income but having to watch someone who doesn't meet the requirements for that and having to watch them get rejected food is aweful and heartbreaking.

Guys Imma cry

1. I'm so fucking cringe bro

2. I'm folding for Gojo The Strongest Fucking Satoru when I've been an ADAMANT!!! Sukuna The Malevolent Dirtbag Kinnie

I CANT THUG THIS ONE OUT GUYS

I TAKE BACK E V E R Y T H I N G,

EVERY AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT I EVER AIMED AT OUR GLORIUS BLUE EYED KING

(I'm in the middle of Shinjuku Showdown 🥲🥲)

(Guy the leaks n spoilers were real)

(i can't do this)

IM SORRY GOJO I WILL NEVER BE MEAN ABOUT YOU AGAIN NNN 😭😭😭😭

Yowaimo (@ myself) In Satoru - The Strongest Sorcerer with hopes and dreams - Gojo