#ethics discussions

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Something kind of funny that I have seen, but not funny is how quickly people go. That’s not ok.

For example, (this is a real thing I saw) headcannon Jason kills someone.

“You can’t do that people have been murdered before-“

Are you new here or are you an idiot?

This is a fandom based around comic book characters.

I so fucking hope they are doing shit that you cannot do in the real world.

Vigilante/Superhero bullshit doesn’t happen here without usually being arrested and murdered.

I do not give a shit if it is super illegal and morally questionable in the real world every single time I see this justification I want to pull out my fucking hair.

Just say you’re boring and go the fuck home.

This has also been something said about Tim, Dick, Damian any headcannon or fic that at all explorers a topic that is not sunshine and rainbows.

I’ve even seen like medical malpractice brought up relating to scarecrow. Are you for real?

Duh it’s Gotham and he’s a Supervillain. It also is so stupid because these are characters who are morally and ethically questionable they are written to be that way.

“ it makes fun of real world problems-“

Once again, is this your first day on the Internet or earth?

I also think too many people misunderstand what is actually making light of an issue or using a trope that has been used in fiction for thousands of years at this point.

I’ve also seen a lot of bullshit about mad scientist, and medical malpractice stuff saying this is a huge issue and you shouldn’t be using this. It is 100% a huge issue in the real world, it is also a fundamental of THE Science fiction genre.

Any ethics discussion that is not you just kind of exploring something but you having an actual problem is hilarious.

One of the most famous examples of the mad scientist, trope is literally Frankenstein. Although he’s not actually a doctor dropped out and all that fun shit.

Saying you shouldn’t enjoy it because of the ethics is fucking dumb.

Where is this energy when it comes to things that you actually should not watch, use or enjoy because of actual real life problems. Is your engagement ring a diamond? Is your leather jacket fake or real because both of those options have very questionable origins? Are you actively using AI? Why don’t you focus on any of those before you bitch or the millions of other horrible things happening in the world right now but ohh right that because you don’t actually care and you just wanna be annoying… am I right?

Actually, while we’re on this topic, I would bet money you’re still enjoying Lovecraft right? Probably don’t even spend 20 minutes comprehending what he’s actually saying, right? How every monster isn’t actually a monster it’s because he was a racist, antisemitic piece of shit.

I could keep going…

[silvereternitywrites]

Empires and Moralities

Prompt:  "No," the Evil Emperor said to the demon lord "I will not sacrifice my captain of the guard to you. Not for all the power in the world. That is one line even I will not cross." Prompt Source: user KaiserArrowfield; subreddit “Writing Prompts”

"One line, he says," the demon Lord (his name was Forestqeue, thank you very much) said sarcastically as he gestured with his teacup. "One line you won't cross! Really? You also won't sell children into slavery-"

"It's abhorrent"

"-even pretend it's acceptable to muck about with sexual consent-"

"Because it's not, consent is clearly and easily defined as only valid if it's clear and ongoing!"

"-AND you won't do blood sacrifices, implied debt, indentured servitude, OR making questionable pacts with beings of dubious moral standard! And he says he has only /one/ line he won't cross!"

"Forest, we've had this argument every time you come over for tea, literally there is only one line, it's just that all of those things are well OVER my line. I'm starting to think she's right, by the way, and that you DO come over just to rehash this argument because it's a familiar stalemate."

"It's much easier than trying to rewrite tax laws in my own lands, I'll tell you that," the Lord shuddered and dumped the contents of a flask into his cup. It went from being tea-colored to looking like a slice of the night sky, barely contained by porcelain.

"It takes quite a lot of stress for you to break out the Astra Liquor, Forest. Other than the inherent difficulties you've expounded on- at length- of rewriting Laws that are inherently magically binding while simultaneously dismantling the magic of the previous Law, what else troubles you?"

"My daughter's started bringing suitors to the Palace," he groaned, putting his horned head face-down on the table and covering his head with both hands, claws working deep into his mane.

The Captain caught the cup before it floated off and broke on the ceiling.

"Does that not mean you can intimidate them properly, sir?" she inquired.

"I mean, yes, but tradition dictates I can't go full Fatherly Intimidating on them until after they make their courting intent known AND she picks one, THEN I can test him to see if he'll be a strong enough, or loyal enough, mate for my baby girl. In the meantime I have forty-seven peacocking little demons parading around my front Hall, getting into arguments, scrapping in public, damaging my furniture! Ohhhh they're insufferable. And I can't get any WORK done, they've bumbled into two different magical workings already- one of them is shapeshifted into a cow and has my mages wrapped up in how to turn him back, and two more are currently working their way through every brothel in the kindgom until their curse wears off, I don't dare start working on a Law with them in the Palace."

The Emperor, whom his enemies called Evil, and of course his people didn't (they called him by his name, Hardol), gave his friend a consoling pat to the hand.

"Have you considered setting them a Suitor's Task? You know, one of those traditional events held to weed out the less worthy of potentials by testing their wit or- well, I suppose two would run away with the 'vigor', so perhaps something about strength or political maneuvering instead," he chuckled, listening to Forest groan.

"Something to get them out of the palace for a day would let you work, though! At least in small stints."

Tired gray eyes peeked out from under the heavy brow ridges, and Forest sat up to take his cup back from Brigid.

"You sound like this is from experience."

Hardol grinned around his tea.

"Brigid has had excellent ideas for getting rid of unwanted pests that won't leave the throne room and keep complaining, repeatedly, about my lack of Heirs, and my lack of a Harem, and how they have numerous daughters available on offer," he said, tone as bland as his smile was wicked.

"Oh-ho! Now THAT'S what I come here for, do give me the gossip on what the dowagers got up to this time!"

The page who'd brought the tea slipped out, knowing he'd been noticed, but still quietly keeping up the pretense that pages and serving-boys were invisible, shaking his head as he removed the empty plates and cups from the first half of the "Demon Lord Negotiation Session" in progress. Yeah, his spy network hadn't lied; the "evil emperor, dominion of nations" wasn't evil to his own, and didn't care to sacrifice those who were loyal.

Maybe he'd keep this page gig. He liked it better than his last job.