I get it. Proship DNI is everywhere. "They support pedos and other really harmful relationships!!" - not exactly, no. Proship isn't "pro-problematic". It's pretty much a way of saying that "I don't understand everything, I don't know this person personally, I shouldn't attack them for creating content revolving something that people may be uncomfortable with, people are allowed to ship who they want, thought crime doesn't exist"(atleast that's how I understand it). They may ship controversial ships as a way to process their trauma, understand taboo subjects better, or just out of pure enjoyment because after all - fiction doesn't always reflect what is real, and people are complex beings with complex thoughts and desires who should have the right to explore what they relate with.

In fiction, more things can be possible than what IS reality anyway, so what may be a problematic ship irl may not be problematic in the artist's intent of the content. An example could be something like an incest relationship built on brotherly love, characters who are both asexual in which it wouldn't then be a problem. Anything has the potential for goodness if it's done so in love.

Personally, we do have some in-system relationships that are indeed, problematic... who hasn't experienced a harmful relationship in their lives though? By indulging in such ships we are establishing control over our situation and trying to overcome the grief we were subject to, as well as trying to find ways to better avoid them irl - it's HEALTHY and done in a safe, controlled environment. It's also healthy to be a kind, mature person who minds their own business and doesn't tell people online to kill themselves over media you don't agree with or understand. Because really, that makes you just as bad as what you think proshippers to be. Think about it, you want proshippers dead because they do harm in your eyes, but then you cancel it out by romanticizing harm to them, to living, breathing beings - over fiction, with no real proof they are bad people irl.

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The decision to be openly proship and comship was kind of hard, because we don't necessarily enjoy any negative attention and a loooot of people are anti, but I think it's a healthy step in learning to be ourselves and to stand for what we believe in, after years of living in fear over every little thing. There's no point in avoiding certain subjects in order to make everyone happy, or rather avoiding who we are and what Love in Unreality to begin with was founded upon. People who follow us need to know that, and if we don't have your support in this, I don't think we ever did.

Thanks for reading <3

You felt tired, so you went to bed. It is past midnight. You enter a deep sleep.

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Suddenly, you find yourself free-floating as you discover a very large opening. You can see faint blue-green light below. Small creatures dot the scene and scurry away into the darkness.

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Within the boathouse you find old paintings of people you've never met and a cellar in the floor under some unstable old planks. You delve further into the darkness once more.

You begin to feel a sense of lucidity. Everything around you feels strange and fuzzy. You find yourself setting foot on ground. There is no sense of water. But the deep pressure remains. You don't know how far down you are.

A distant light. You follow it to the edge of the cellar, finding yourself in a well-lit rustic hall that looks as if it belongs to a Victorian mansion.

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There is no sky above the dome. There is only blackness.

You are not under the sea. You have gone too deep. You've made it beyond your own memory.

You flip a switch on the panel...

Sounds rumble, and a fuzz consumes your mind. You look up. All you can comprehend is infinity itself, condensed into one point.

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You cease to have ever existed.

You wake up, forgetting who you are.