#Minor Violations

[bookishscrolls]

Ensuring Compliance and Understanding Penalties for a Community Radio Station (CRS)

Running a Community Radio Station (CRS) is an incredible way to amplify local voices, share critical information, and create a hub of culture and conversation. But with great power comes great responsibility—especially when it comes to legal and regulatory compliance. Let’s explore the key compliance requirements and the potential consequences of non-compliance, ensuring your CRS operates…

[shieldofiron]

Challenge accepted.

[aressapereaude]

Happy birthday to Vere~!

MINORS DNI

AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Source: Touchstarved

Pairing: Vere x Reader

Contains: Explicit language, alcohol, strong violence, it's Vere what are we expecting, gore, sex??, monsterfucking???, murder, dead dove do not eat, cannibalism, decapitation, nobody is coming, Leander needs a mop.

It is the fourteenth of November.

The air is cold, the ground is not yet frozen over but you find your steps slipping more than they usually do. It tends to happen around this time of year. Everything slows down, and the days are all over so quickly that you're not really sure if they ever happened at all.

He's hungry, you knew that. He has always been hungry.

The hunger has been eating at him for a long time.

You met him through a friend. Well, they weren't a friend at the time... A brief but uneasy encounter outside the Wet Wick, in which you had fallen for a sly pickpocketing trick, and he had dangled it in front of you like an anglerfish, slowly luring you into the light. You did get your key back, in the end. With some interference of course.

Over time, you realised you had a lot in common. He hated the Senobium with a burning passion, and so did you; They had been lauded far and wide as the best of the best, and once upon a time you had hoped they could cure you, but not anymore. Those gates were too strongly locked and far too secretive to let the likes of you inside. After a while you had simply stopped trying, and you found that the more you grew to dislike them, the more you found yourself spending time around the fox with the hungry eyes.

And at first it was nothing, really, just hanging out with mutual acquaintances and bumping into each other around the Wet Wick, but gradually you began to take notice of the way his pupils thinned to pin pricks when he looked at you, the way his fur bristled ever so slightly when you almost came too close. You noticed how his ears tracked you with a strange alertness despite the cool composure he maintained, and how whenever he gave you that sly smirk, the corners of his lips would sort of... flicker.

The closer you got, the more these instances occurred, and it began to dawn on you, the feelings that you had for him. Every now and then, he'd slip you an extra drink and make a smooth remark about taking you home.

When he did, his tail would twitch ever so slightly, and his knee would grow restless, bouncing under the counter. His jaw would clench, and though he did his best to hide it, his breathing would pick up and heave subtly at his chest. But every time, you declined, wanting to wait for a "special moment" and in an instant it was as though it had never happened. He'd go back to the small talk, the teasing, the joking or arguing and there'd be no traces left of that hungry fox who looked at you with a desperate, secret, hidden need.

His eyes look particularly dilated tonight.

It is the fourteenth of November, and you have bought yourself an extra drink tonight. You've bought Vere one, too. He tries not to look hopeful, but you see in your peripheral the way he eyes you up and down when you're facing away from him. He's being less secretive about it tonight, even taking the time to wait until Leander has left the two of you alone.

(Alone, apart from the horned demon sitting at the end of the bar, keeping keen red eyes on you both, and the Senobium cleric outside the bar. You assume she's waiting for him to leave and take up whatever business he has with the nearest brothel. You have a feeling he won't, not tonight.)

"Happy Birthday, Vere. Let's get out of this place for a while," You murmur, leaning in. His keen ears pick up every word, but you don't want the cleric to catch wind of what you're up to.

A thin smile slits across his face, and he offers you his hand, assisting you to your feet. His expression is dark with want, and the dancing candlelight only paints him in a more monstrous light. You don't seem to mind, though, as your footsteps begin to stumble towards the door.

His sharp claws pull you back, knocking you into him, your back flat against his chest. "I was thinking we could use your room tonight."

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"Leander has the key. He won't be back until-"

"Until I'm done," Vere finishes, flashing the keys in front of you the same way he did back then. And you smile.

Ais red eyes linger on your backs until the very last moment you leave his view. As the two of you sneak off together, you shoot a quick look back to make sure you're alone.

He doesn't move from his seat.

Vere locks the door behind you and tosses the key before he pounces, a mess of hair and claws. There's a calm desperation in the way he rips your clothes off you, and the way you fiddle with the straps around him. The low growl caught in his throat spills forward as he pushes you backwards, teeth clacking against yours and splitting your lip, and the pleasure and relief shudders through him when he plunges into you.

Blood splatters across the hardwood floor.

For a moment you stand there, stunned at the explosion of colour, and then it hits you all at once. The pinprick eyes. The attentive ears. The charm, and the twitches, and the ever so slight flash of fangs each time he asked you to come with him. There is blood on the floor, and it dawns on you with a sickening crunch that this is your blood, your viscera that is now congealing between the floorboards, and it is so dark in this room.

He's panting, moving with a disturbing nonchalance for someone with such a feral look on their face. The arm that had split your belly open twists with another sick crunching noise and you feel it now, the agony as he takes a handful of intestines and squeezes.

You start to throw up, but nothing comes out.

This isn't how tonight was supposed to go. This isn't how you wanted him inside you- but then, he is inside you, isn't he? Making a mess of your organs and lapping up the fluid that leaks from your clenching abdomen, burying his face in your soft thighs...

Only to take an enormous chunk of muscle between his teeth and rip it clean off the bone. The look in his eyes is euphoric, instinctive. How could you be so stupid? Any other time you'd have loved to see him make a face like this. But now, as he shivers with satisfaction, you wish you could have died when his lips touched your lips.

You don't know when your head hits the floor but it does, and you don't feel it. Vere stands above you, violating every inch of your body in his bloodied arms, bits of your meat and sinew plastered across his cheeks and hair, dribbling down his neck and you can't tell if he's fucking you or eating you and you don't think there's a difference anymore because you're being devoured either way.

Your final thought, to your confusion, is Leander. This is his spare room, after all. What's he going to say when he gets back? Will he be angry at you for making such a mess of the floor and walls?

Clinging to life, you fade away to the sound of Vere's sharp teeth snapping through your bones.

[selfmadescientist-moved]

imagine pushing your f/o up against the wall, grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, and pulling them down for a deep kiss.

imagine them, your f/o, sighing against your lips as soon as they connect with their's. imagine their hands cupping the back of your head to pull you closer.

and then, imagine pulling away from them - only to gather air. imagine their face flushed pink, their eyes glazed over with delight, as they breathe heavily as well.

you both stop for a moment, staring into the others' facial features as you both regain your breath.

and then, they're pulling your mouth back to theirs, initiating the kiss this time.

[gaysforbyler]

People on twitter are saying it’s weird to “head cannon” Will as being an SA victim 🙂😀 GET ME OUT OF HERE

[unityrain24]

obviously kosa is going to really dangerous for minorities and such but shouldn't it be enraging republicans as well? if you guys distrust the government so much why are you trusting them with and ACTUAL CENSORSHIP BILL. maybe someone should tell them that's what's happening. that's it's trying to take away their constitutional rights of free speech.

[f1-ferraero]

A fucking reprimand... unprecedented starting procedure infringement, potentially extremely dangerous with people on track, and it's a fucking reprimand

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

[luvrodite]

tw discourse

When I and many other writers/blogs on this app say that we don't want minors on our blog, it is for a reason. For me, it's because I regularly interact with content that is made by adults for adults, and I think it should be common sense to respect that boundary.

There are so many things I could say about how when we produce/reblog these posts it's with a basic understanding of sex and consent and relationship dynamics, but also, I just do not want minors in this space period.

The things I post on here often go untagged and that is the reason why this blog is an 18+ blog, as opposed to allowing minors to follow and interact with this blog on the condition they block a specific 18+ tag. It makes me (and probably a lot of other creators) feel incredibly disgusted and uncomfortable to think that not only has a minor read my 18+ content – all of which explicitly is marked as not being for their eyes – but has gone on to consistently interact with my blog under the guise of being an adult.

Disregarding the fact that you shouldn't be reading it, what about our boundaries? I often see the argument of being mature enough to handle topics that are marked for adults, but this sort of behaviour is completely antithetical to that. I as a sane, rational adult do not ever want to be discussing the topics I do on this blog with someone else's child, no matter how close to their 18th birthday they might be. (If you are that close, you can wait. It isn't that serious. You will not die if you don’t get to read the smut, I promise.)

Completely bypassing someone else's boundaries and potentially putting them at risk because of your behaviour doesn't scream mature or adult to me. As an older sister, the idea of finding out that my younger siblings had interacted with people much older than them in this capacity is horrifying, and the idea of being a parent in that situation is so much worse. There is absolutely no reason for you as a minor to be coming into the inboxes of adult blogs and interacting with them in an adult capacity when it’s clear you don’t have adult decision making skills or reasoning.

I don't know. This makes me feel so disgusted. This is an 18+ blog for a reason.

[themfriendstoys]

Hello Bellingham Queer Collective! So excited to be with you for the second annual Erotic Ball! Come see me near the boudoir Photo Booth. :)

[luulapants]

Fratt WIP - Ethics Violation

This was born into my brain while watching a legal procedural:

Frank strode in, stopping just short of the desk, and tossed the transparent CD case onto it. “Wanna tell me what the hell that is?” Matt reached for it, tracing just his thumb along the edge of the case. He pressed his lips into a thin line and held his hands open. “I don’t know, Frank,” he said, a sneer of sarcasm in the businesslike demeanor. “Why don’t you describe it to me?” Frank placed both hands on the desk and leaned in. “I know you sent this video to the DA,” he growled. “Video isn’t my area of expertise,” Matt quipped, cool as ice, “but I’m sure if someone submitted incriminating footage of you to the DA, it’s because it was pertinent to the investigation of a very serious crime – for instance, the triple homicide that occurred while I was on business out of town.” His smile went sharp, vicious. He meant three enforcers for a crime syndicate that had been shaking down local businesses. Leave it to Murdock to go crying over that sort of scum. Frank stepped back to pace in front of the desk. “You’re unbelievable. You know they got a fresh warrant out for me now? I thought we had an understanding.” Matt laughed. “Fucking isn’t an understanding.” He only noticed his ears going hot because he knew that Matt would be able to tell, to sense him flushing at the jab. Bastard. “Oh, yeah? What about a lawyer informing on his client, huh? Isn’t that against the rules?” “I’m not your lawyer,” Matt replied. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You fired me.” “When?” “The last time? Like two years ago.” He didn’t doubt it, but Frank felt a stab of annoyance that Matt had actually kept track. “Fine. I’m un-firing you. You’re my lawyer again.” Matt shook his head. “I can’t be your lawyer, Frank.” Frank stopped pacing. “Why the hell not!” Making a weary gesture, like this was all very simple and he shouldn’t have to explain it, Matt said, “Because we’re sleeping together, obviously.” Then, with complete sincerity, added, “It would be a huge ethical violation.” He stared at Matt in disbelief. “You’re joking.” “No, there’s rules about it. I could get reported to the bar.” For a second, Frank was sure this would be the time he finally snapped and strangled Murdock. He debated several possible responses: You’re a vigilante. You’re fucking a wanted murderer. He landed on, “You’re insane.”

[foundorfollowed]

watching sov cit court videos is so addicting. they are so sure there are magic words that will render the courts helpless and let them keep driving 60 in a 35 with etsy license plates and no insurance

[chekhovs-nailgun]

antis who stalk proship blogs especially to repost what they find are really wild.

either u actually adhere to what you preach (that interacting with fiction will make you reenact it if there’s not a big red sign saying “BAD” overtop of it) and you’re willingly taking the content out from behind the warnings and putting it in an unregulated place where minors/people more likely to actually do that will see it.

or you don’t actually think that’s happening, and you just want to be a bully. which is it? can’t have it both ways and you know it lmfao

[emberglowfox]

ok but what if they were in space. oc au dump

[ethereousdelirious]

This is so stupid but like. There have been fics where I've wanted to go into more detail about the process of being admitted to the hospital through the ER, but skipped it bc I couldn't find any good in-depth sources to make it realistic. But there frustrating part is that I've BEEN admitted to the hospital through the ER, I just can't remember the important parts 💀💀💀