#and if that consequence is not a modification of behavior

[sassmill]

If I had a nickel for every time somebody at work went way out of line and was completely disrespectful to my entire department and we all said “I wish we had a real HR department” I could afford to quit this job and not care about how much I love my department

[3liza]

I believe in lecturing and haranguing people who wrong you or act inappropriately not because I think you'll be able to convince them they're wrong or should feel shame through the power or oratory but because being yelled at/chased around/scolded is deeply unpleasant even if you think the person doing it to you is completely insane, sometimes especially so,

and the basic conditioned response of hoping to avoid more punishment is, while not anywhere near the best or most effective behavior modification tool, actually functional as a deterrent for unwanted social behavior. kyle your coworker who makes rape "jokes" will never be convinced that this is evil behavior or feel bad for doing it, but you can introduce immediate and unpleasant consequences for making rape jokes that will eventually cause an aversive response. to do this effectively you need to be comfortable with adopting an enforcer position in the social group, which most people aren't because we naturally fear being disliked more than almost anything else. taking on the burden of being the local Bitch Who Hates Fun is in fact pro-social and benefits everyone, even kyle.

this is basic, primitive animal training theory and it's not nearly as effective as rewards-only behavior modification, but by the time Kyle is 25 and bothering you at work his parents have already fucked up the learning period where he could have been prevented from being an asshole. now it's time for the stick. if you really wanted to get stuck in, introducing positive feedback for being well-behaved is the next step but I think that's usually more energy investment than you can do interrupting some idiot on the bus or responding to sexual harassment in the grocery store.

[3-2-whump]

Adjusting Well: A Parallel

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By all accounts we weren't going to even have this chapter, but my beta readers convinced me to make this drabble canon. So, here it is. Everyone say thank you to @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for letting Tom live one more chapter and prolonging Khaled's misery

A parallel to Adjusting Well

TW/CW: noncon nudity, multiple whumpers, degradation, emotional manipulation, degrading speech, threat of castration (not followed through), humiliation, noncon oral, self-harming behaviors

“How’s he adjusting?”

Thomas sighed. “Fine, I guess?” He threw a backward glance at a shirtless Khaled from where he sat on the sofa. The slave was engrossed with buffing out the scratches on the granite countertop. “He doesn’t talk much anymore-”

“When did he ever talk much?” Luca shrugged.

“Well, it’s worse now,” Thomas explained. “He just sulks all the time, shambling like a zombie from one room to the next!” He leaned in close to his oldest and most trusted friend. “When I took his cock cage off yesterday, he barely even reacted! Barely remembered to thank me, too,” he grumbled.

“I don’t understand,” Luca said as he furrowed his brow. “This is what you wanted, right? A living fuck doll to keep you warm at night?”

“No, that’s more of what you want, man!” Thomas shook his head, then leaned back onto the couch with a sigh. “I wanted at least a little bit of liveliness, maybe even some enthusiasm, if that wasn’t too much to ask for! I don’t know how to break him out of this slump, or if I even can!” he groaned.

Luca pursed his lips, looked over the side of the couch back at Khaled, and then back at Tom. “Bring him over here, I want to talk to him,” he said.

His friend obviously had an idea, though what exactly this idea was remained to be seen. Thomas craned his head over his shoulder once again to look back at the slave behind them. “Khaled, come here,” he ordered.

The boy looked up from the countertop as his hand holding the cleaning rag stopped buffing. He looked back down at the counter, then sighed, putting the rag down and stepping out from behind the counter. Without the granite and hardwood in the way, it was plain to see Khaled was completely naked. Luca gave an appreciative whistle. Thomas shot him an exasperated look. It was nothing the man hadn’t already seen at this point, but he always leered at Khaled’s nakedness as if it were the first time Tom got the idea to pass him around.

Khaled finally stood before the two men, waiting silently until he was commanded to kneel in the presence of his master.

“So, I heard you’re feeling kind of down,” Luca said as the boy settled onto his knees.

Khaled glanced toward his master, then back at Luca, and nodded somberly.

“Not sure why you’re so upset, though. I mean, really –did you not think your actions would have consequences?” Luca asked rhetorically. Thomas recognized this speech from those few times he’d interacted with Luca and his family before. This was the speech Luca used to use on his sons, with some obvious modifications to fit this specific situation. Never had he ever thought the man would rehash the ‘own up to your mistakes’ monologue onto his slave.

“Here my buddy is, just trying to protect you from your baser instincts –the same instincts that got you infected –and you think you have the right to be upset about it?” He tutted and shook his head in disapproval. “You stupid little slut! You still don’t know how good you have it, do you?” Luca admonished.

Khaled hesitantly shook his head, a flicker of uncertainty crossing those dark, lifeless eyes.

“If you were mine, I never would’ve tolerated this shit! I would’ve had you fixed like the horny little bitch you are the moment I suspected you spreading your legs for someone else!”

Khaled flinched, bringing his hands to his front to shield himself the moment the word ‘fixed’ was uttered. “Khaled,” Thomas warned. The boy nodded his head and reluctantly placed his hands at his sides, exposing himself again.

“You would never have left my sight for even a moment,” Luca continued, “but noooo, Tom felt bad for you and allowed you to ‘make friends’ or some shit! At least it was with Nico, at first –did you screw him to be your friend, too?”

Khaled’s face burned bright red at the invasive question. “What? No, I-”

“Quiet!”

On the other end of the couch, Thomas rolled his eyes. “See, of course now he talks, to defend what little honor he thinks he has left!” he scoffed.

“Honor?” Luca let out a snide laugh. “These slaves don’t have honor!” He leaned back onto the couch and gestured to Khaled as he explained. “No, no, what you think of as honor, I see as favor. Slaves are granted favor at the discretion of their owners, and that favor can be lost just as easily as it can be given. And this one lost favor due to his own actions alone.” He cast a smug look back at Khaled and asked, “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Um, I’m sorry?” Khaled murmured.

“Tom, do you accept that apology?”

The boss shook his head as his lips quirked into a wry smile. “No, I don’t think I do. It didn’t feel…genuine enough.”

“Yeah, come on, Khaled,” Luca jeered. “Let’s try that again! What do you have to say to the man who raised you, who waited for you to become legal all those years before laying his hands on you, who gave you everything?”

Khaled gave a shuddering sigh before lowering his eyes respectfully. “I’m sorry,” he answered, voice full of conviction. He effortlessly folded himself over into a bow, planting his forehead onto the carpet in front of their feet. “Forgive me, Master,” he said loud and clear.

“Forgive you for what?” Thomas asked, fully leaning into this game now.

“Forgive me for sleeping around, for taking you for granted, for-for not loving you like you want me to!” Khaled answered.

“How sorry are you?”

“So sorry!”

“Would you like to show us? Go on, boy, show us how sorry you are!”

This reminded Tom of when he and his friends were younger, when they would bully the freshmen at St. Drogo’s and rob them blind of pocket change. Khaled begged and screamed repeated apologies over and over, bashing his face into the carpet repeatedly each time as Luca goaded him on. “Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop!” Thomas commanded, intervening before Khaled could truly hurt himself. “Goddamn, Luca, you’re gonna give him brain damage!” He softened his tone as he redirected his tone to Khaled. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

Khaled raised his head slowly, sporting a deep red, carpet-patterned imprint on his forehead and tears falling from his inky dark eyes. He crawled on all fours until his body was between his master’s legs, his cheek leaning against his master’s thigh. Thomas stroked his face gently, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Show me how sorry you are,” he ordered softly. His hand left Khaled’s face to tug down the fly of his pants. Without a word, his slave pulled his hardening member out of his pants and popped it into the warm, velvety cavern of his mouth, lightly sucking on it and brushing it along his tongue to stiffen it to full mast.

“See? That’s better,” Thomas cooed.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Luca chimed in. “He’s out of his slump and onto your cock where he belongs.”

“God, how do you not have one of your own to boss around already?” Thomas asked, completely ignoring Khaled’s efforts to please him.

“Not all of us have $30k to throw away; some of us gotta put our sons through college,” Luca griped.

Thomas rubbed the back of Khaled’s head, brushing the boy’s shaved undercut against the grain as he hummed contemplatively. “Well, I know it’s kind of gross for me to be offering my used sex toy like this, but you’ve always seemed to take an interest in him.” His hand traveled up to the longer hair on top of Khaled’s head, fisting into it as he pulled the boy’s face further into his lap. “What if I left him to you, if something should happen to me?”

Khaled made a small choking sound, which Thomas shushed away as he continued face-fucking him.

Luca smirked. “If it was anyone else’s used sex toy, I would say they were crazy. But him, I like him. He’s still young, and handsome too. And god forbid anything should happen to you, of course-”

“It’s already happened, Estrada shot me-”

“-I would be happy to take him,” Luca said.

Thomas sighed in relief. That was one less thing to worry about if Julio or anyone else ever succeeded in killing him. They shook on it, with Tom promising to contact his executor on the next business day as he came down his slave’s throat.

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[pooks]

Cruelty

Ichiji forced his face to become completely neutral during Mother’s funeral. The skies were overcast by dark clouds and it was raining. They were dressed in their finest, black clothes. Ichiji, as the heir apparent and the Crown Prince, walked by Judge’s right side, signifying his importance to Germa.

Ever since Sora had told her first son that she was dying, he had known that this day would come. But he never expected it to come so soon. She was found dead in her sickbed, with closed eyes and a cold body. Pale as snow, never to be alive anymore.

Ichiji held out so much that he could, determined to not show a single hint of expression. Compared to Sanji, he wept over the loss of their mother and wore his heart on his sleeve as usual.

‘Stop that, you fool! You’re gonna end up being killed!’ Ichiji thought to himself, scolding Sanji in his mind.

However, Ichiji didn’t see Sanji the next day. Or for the next five days.

Concern weighed heavily in his chest, but he pushed it aside to focus on his lessons and trained as he usually did.

That was, until Ichiji found himself in another funeral service where Vinsmoke Judge announced Sanji dead to the world. 

Ichiji was shaken to his core.

‘No. That’s a lie…you’re lying! Sanji isn’t dead!’ His mind screamed.

He waited until after the funeral service (where all of Germa’s clone soldiers wept for the loss of the young prince, which was more than Judge and his other two brothers did). He struggled to keep his emotions in check.

Ichiji knew this was a lie. Sanji wasn’t dead. 

He would know about the “tragic accident”, if that was the case. Something was strange. Their mother has barely been dead for a week when Sanji suddenly “dies” out of the blue.

And it was time to confront Judge (not “father” anymore).

“Tell me where Sanji is.” Ichiji demanded cooly.

Vinsmoke Judge turned around and glared down at his son. “DId you not pay attention to the funeral? He’s dead.”

“Lies.” Ichiji defied him. “Quite odd, isn’t it? Mother died a week ago and now, Sanji is apparently “dead” in a “tragic accident”.” He made quotation gestures with his hands and then crossed his arms. 

“If you must know useless information that is not a concern for a crown prince.” Judge scoffed. “Sanji is in the dungeon prison, where he will live for the rest of his miserable life. He was only allowed out as long as his mother wished. That kind of agreement is now void.”

Ichiji gritted his teeth and his hand itched to grab the dagger that was hanging in a holster by his belt. “Release him.” He demanded.

Judge narrowed his eyes on him. “What did you say?”

“I said release him, Judge.” Ichiji snapped. 

“Are you questioning my authority, Ichiji? You don’t need a dead weight around you. Is that what you want, a stone around your neck? A useless burden.”

Ichiji didn’t think anymore.

He acted.

They say that every action has its own consequence.

The day he tried to stab Judge was also the day Ichiji learnt about actions and consequences the hard way.

—

“I believe he’s reached his limit now, Your Majesty.”

He sat in the examination chair, his arms and legs were strapped down with leather. His arms were littered with bleeding scars from medical equipment and aches from the stings of the syringe needles. His head hung down, chin touching his chest and his red hair covered his eyes.

“And the result?”

“His body is very responsive to the enhancement modifications. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do about his emotions.” The Head Scientist told his father, talking about him like he was nothing more than a successful experiment…a lab rat turned into perfect success. “Unlike the case of your third son Sanji, his emotions are in full control. It’s like his emotions can open and shut down, like how you flick on the light switch.”

“Fascinating.” Judge said without enthusiasm. “And his eye?”

“His sight is unchanged. However, the scar will remain for the rest of his life.”

“Hmph. That behavior was unacceptable, but I will let it slide for this one time. He is, after all, my masterpiece. That scar should teach him a lesson.” Judge turned to his team of scientists.  “Continue his modifications as planned. His training will be doubled and his contact with his siblings will be limited. From now on, I will personally train him instead of him joining his brothers. Ichiji must set an example and he will learn to never try to defy me!”

Ichiji knew that he was in hell.

—

Six months of hell.

Six long months of pure torture.

That’s what Ichiji knew.

He trained and trained every day until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore, from sunrise and into nightfall. 

But throughout the entire time…Ichiji often snuck down to the dungeons to see Sanji. Always making sure it was in the dead of night. 

His feet stopped in front of the metal bars and looked through them. There was Sanji, but his face was obscured and hidden behind an iron helmet and only his eyes (although his blonde hair covered one) were visible.

Ichiji reached out with his arms through the bars and cupped the helmet with his hands, feeling cold metal instead of Sanji’s warm skin. “Sanji.” he spoke and his little brother’s eyes filled with unshed tears. “Sanji, big brother is here now.”

“I don’t wanna be here…tell Father to let me out!” Sanji wept.

“I can’t. It’s impossible to sway his will.” Ichiji told him. “You need to be strong, you need to endure this. I promise that I will take you away from here. We could run away, just you and me. Escape.”

Sanji hiccuped and went still. “R-run away, us two?”

“I don’t want to become king. I don’t want to become a soldier.” Ichiji confided in him. “I want to be free. Mother once told me that it was okay to have dreams…even me. Maybe I am a monster, but I want to be a free monster. No chains will keep me down.”

“...I heard the guards whispering about you trying to kill Father.” Sanji whispered.

“Correction, I tried to stab him. Not necessarily kill him. Death is a mercy and Father certainly doesn't deserve that.” Ichiji said curtly. “...not after what happened to Mother. Not after what he did to you.”

“Ichiji…what happened to your eye?”

Sanji’s small, frail hand reached out and parted his red hair from his face. Ichiji’s left eye was still dark blue and functional, but the skin around it was angry red and shaped like a starburst. 

“It doesn’t hurt.” Ichiji answered and touched his scar. It was true, though. It didn’t hurt, but it was still healing. “This is my punishment for defying Father. I learnt it the hard way.”

“Ichiji…” Sanji nearly sobbed.

“Stop being a crybaby now.” Ichiji snapped without a bite. “I’m going to bust you out and then, we’ll run away.”

[abhainnwhump]

I'll Make You Mine Masterlist

Read on Wattpad and AO3

NIGHTMARE is a sadistic bastard, that's just a fact. His goal is to corrupt Dream's soul and prevent the Doodlesphere from feeling positive emotions ever again. He has a new plan to do it. His brother is smart enough to know his games, but one of his friends isn't.

INK doesn't know what to think of the letter on his nightstand. It only added onto the strange missing things and nightmares he's been having. Was Nightmare asking him on a date? Pfft, that was ridiculous, there was no way- wait. When did he get so pretty? When did Nightmare get so perfect?

DREAM has the hope of the entire multiverse in his hands. With their best friend and Protector of the Doodlesphere missing, they have to do both Ink's job and their own, along with making sure no one else goes missing. He's stressed and exhausted, but he can't rest now. Come on Dream, stay . . . awake . . .

Content warnings:

- Abusive Inkmare

- Gore

- Graphic body horror

- Medical experimentation without anesthesia; we die like half the characters in this story.

- Physical and psychological torture

- Traumatic events

- HEAVY brainwashing/conditioning

- Stockholm Syndrome/Lima Syndrome

- Dehumanization/objectification

- Major character deaths

- Specific warnings I will put on the chapters that need them.

Chapters:

1. Sadistic Experiment: Nightmare

2. High on Sweetness: Ink

3. The Puppeteer's Warning: Nightmare

4. Nightmares Don't Mean Anything: Ink

5. Last Minute Preparations: Nightmare

6. Let's Get This Over With: Ink

7. Should've Could've Would've: Dream

8. Lure into the Darkness: Nightmare

9. True Colors . . . Or Lack Of: Ink

10. Every Action has Consequence: Dream

11. Perfect Backup: Nightmare

12. Make Me Your Masterpiece: Ink

13. Killer's Twisted Surprise: Dream

14. Behavior Modification: Nightmare

15. Toys Don't Talk: Ink

16. Candy Corruption: Dream

17. The Battle for Birdtale: Nightmare

18. Guardian of Nothing: Ribbon

19. Rainbows Over Shadows: Dream

20. Stitch by Stitch: Nightmare

21. Welcome to the Show: Ribbon

22. Mind Sickness: Dream

23. No More Denial: Nightmare

24. A Night to Remember: Ribbon

25. The Final Star Sans Standing: Dream

26. Backstabbing Crash: Nightmare

27. I Can Fix Him: Ribbon

28. New Ally New Plan: Dream

29. For Our Future: Nightmare

30. Captive to Queen: Ribbon

31. Into the Castle of Night: Dream

32. Restore the Balance: Nightmare

33. Better Late than Never: Ribbon

34. A Darker Lie: Dream

35. Heart Made of Lead: Nightmare

36. Pastel Redesign: Ribbon

37. Nightmare's Labyrinth: Dream?

38: Final note

Art:

Ribbon's (Doll!Ink) Reference Sheet

Human Ribbon Reference Sketch

Ribbon Apology Doodles

Azurem's Ribbon Art

Shadorio's Ribbon Art

Azurem's Ribbon + Blossom Art

Azurem's Chapter 20 Ribbon Art

Depravitycorner's Ribbon + Blossom Art

Shadorio's "Nightmare Throwing Error off a Balcony in Chapter 24" Art

Azurem's Human Ribbon Art

Artisticauras' Ribbon Art

Artisticauras' Ribbon Profile Pic

Inkedartdragons' Ribbon and FTFO Ink Art

KK_TheAnimator's Ribbon and Nightmare Art on Twitter

Shipanhookq's 'Better than This' Oneshot

Related Asks:

Prompt: Killer wants to hang out with Cross (canon, takes place between chapters 31 and 33)

Prompt: Nightmare is a racist

Prompt: Nightmare misgenders Ink

Prompt: Nightmare misgenders Ink: Electric Boogaloo

Prompt: Nightmare misgenders Ink: The Empire Strikes Back

Prompt: Nightmare misgenders Ink: Ribbon officially becomes goth

Prompt: Nightmare misgenders Ink: Separate the Star Sanses

Prompt: Nightmare tortures Ink and becomes ableist

Prompt: What if Ink asked for help with the letter back in Chapter 4?

Prompt: Dream is 110% Done with Nightmare's Shenanigans.

Prompt: Nightmare Surrenders for Ribbon

Prompt: Possible Cross x Killer x Dream

Prompt: Possible Cross x Killer x Dream 2: Dream is Pissed off

Splatoon Classes

Ribbon's Favorite Song

Headcanon: Ribbon's Seasonal Outfits

Ribbon + Blossom take over Wattpad

Nightmare's Villain Song

No Hope for Ink

Ribbon's Birthday

Chapter 37's Inspiration

Clarification on Ribbon's Happiness

[steddieunderdogfics]

For regular fic reccs, I’d like to submit System Hacked by louderswine! It has a futuristic, cyberpunk theme and is an amazing dark read!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800735

System Hacked by louderswine

Rating: Explicit

5,076 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Porn With Plot, Hacker Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dark Eddie Munson, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Mind Manipulation, Brainwashing, Vaginal Sex, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Forced Feminization

Summary:

Terminals had become such a way of life that no one thought about the consequences if someone managed to hack into one. Everyone believed that they were safe, that no one could possibly get past the firewalls set into place by the software designers and manufacturers. They didn’t think people like Eddie, who knew how to get around those safety protocols, existed. No one ever thought about how easy it would be for someone to hack into their minds and scramble the contents around at their leisure. Or: Eddie hacks into Steve's terminal and alters Steve's body and mind to his liking.

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How to deal with weight gain and body modification?

What are the consequences I will face l in recovery? Swelling? Abnormal weight gain? When does it stabilize? My fear is gaining weight and keep gaining and gaining and gaining.

This is tough for a lot of people in ED recovery, especially because your body may change shape or gain back weight in "disproportionate" ways. Even when this phase has passed, your post-recovery body might not go back to the way it was before you got sick. Your body will do what it needs to do to heal and get better.

So I think it's important to try and let go of the need to control what your body is going to look like. That's hard and scary, but I recently answered another ask where I addressed this. We do live in a society that idealizes staying the same, always and forever, but that's not guaranteed in real life. We grow. We live full lives. We may become wrinkled, change shape, get pregnant and change in permanent ways, acquire new stretch marks, develop new medical needs in old age. This is normal, and grief and stress over bodily change is nothing new...especially when it's something stigmatized like weight gain.

But it may be helpful to practice actively letting go and being compassionate towards your body, paying attention to its needs rather than what you would prefer it to do. I can't promise there will be a specific cap to your weight gain in recovery. In fact, your body may gain more weight than your pre-ed weight, as a lot of ED behaviors put the body into survival mode and so it desperately clings to calories when it can next get them. This may be scary to you. That's understandable and okay. Try having compassion for your body and giving it permission to do what it needs to do to keep you alive and well. You may have to actively do this many, many, many times before it starts to feel more natural to you. That's okay. Just try and give your body that love and compassion because it will help you heal your mindset more than trying to control your body ever will.

Some more things you can try:

It's okay to avoid mirrors for a little while if they're triggering, especially if you've got places you need top be and things you need to do and can't be bogged down with body image struggles.

You can also try using a mirror to deliberately practice body acceptance by noticing the things about your body that are worrying you the most. Address these things specifically with love and pay attention to how your body is trying to help you to survive. I suggest you do this more when you've got a bit of free time and can really process the what you're feeling about your body, as this may be difficult and bring up strong feelings for you.

Practice body love by doing things that make your body feel good, like covering yourself with your favorite texture blanket or making yourself a warm cup of tea when you're sad. Focus on how these are acts of love for yourself and your body that do not require you to focus on how your body looks.

Write down any negative beliefs that pop up about your body and then write down a belief that actively challenges the negative one. For example, if you believe that your body looks worse when you're having swelling, write that down, then counter it with the belief "my body is doing what it needs to do to recover from a major medical event, and it deserves my love and support no matter how it looks."

I hope this helps!

[bear-do-well]

Listening to BiB is like:

*song starts playing*

"oh this is a really good one!"

Autism, also called autism spectrum disorder[a] (ASD) or autism spectrum condition (ASC),[11] is a neurodevelopmental disorder characterized by symptoms of deficient reciprocal social communication and the presence of restricted, repetitive, and inflexible patterns of behavior that are impairing in multiple contexts and excessive or atypical to be developmentally and socioculturally inappropriate.[12][13] Other common signs include difficulty with social interaction, verbal and nonverbal communication, along with perseverative interests, stereotypic body movements, rigid routines, and hyper- or hypo-reactivity to sensory input. Autism is clinically regarded as a spectrum disorder, meaning that it can manifest very differently in each person. For example, some are nonspeaking, while others have proficient spoken language. Because of this, there is wide variation in the support needs of people across the autism spectrum.

Psychiatry has traditionally classified autism as a mental disorder, but the autism rights movement (and an increasing number of researchers) see autistic people as part of humanity's natural neurodiversity.[14][15] From this point of view, autistic people may also be diagnosed with a disability of some sort, but that disability may be rooted in the systemic structures of a society rather than in the person;[16] thus, proponents argue that autistic people should be accommodated rather than cured.[17] The neurodiversity perspective has led to significant controversy among those who are autistic and advocates, practitioners, and charities.[18][19]

There are many theories about the causes of autism; it is highly heritable and mainly genetic, but many genes are involved, and environmental factors may also be relevant.[20] The syndrome frequently co-occurs with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, epilepsy and intellectual disability, and research indicates that autistic people have significantly higher rates of LGBTQ+ identities and feelings than the general population.[21][22][23] Disagreements persist about what should be included as part of the diagnosis, whether there are meaningful subtypes or stages of autism,[24] and the significance of autism-associated traits in the wider population.[25][26] The combination of broader criteria, increased awareness, and the potential increase of actual prevalence, has led to considerably increased estimates of autism prevalence since the 1990s.[27][28] The World Health Organization estimates about 1 in 100 children had autism between 2012 and 2021, as that was the average estimate in studies during that period, with a trend of increasing prevalence over time.[b][9][10] Boys are also significantly far more frequently diagnosed than girls.[29] The increasing prevalence has reinforced the myth perpetuated by anti-vaccine activists that autism is caused by vaccines.[30]

There is no cure for autism. Although early intervention services based on applied behavior analysis (ABA) can help children gain self-care, normative social, and language skills,[31][32][33][34] independent living is unlikely with more severe forms of the condition. Some in the autism rights movement consider ABA therapy unethical and unhelpful due to a perception that it emphasizes normalization instead of acceptance and its potential for causing harms.[35][36][37] ABA's prioritization of compliance and behavioral modification over a person's needs can lead to harmful consequences, including prompt dependency, loss of intrinsic motivation, and even psychological trauma. Curtailing self-soothing behaviors is potentially classifiable as a form of abuse.[38] Speech and occupational therapy, as well as augmentative and alternative modes of communication, are effective adjunctive therapies. Pharmacological treatments may also be useful; the atypical antipsychotics risperidone and aripiprazole are empirically validated for alleviating comorbid irritability, though they tend to be associated with sedation and weight gain.[39]

[cdroloisms]

AND. specifically on the dehumanization front. dream is constantly. i spent several minutes here on thesaurus dot com trying to find the word i was looking for. anyway. it's pretty much always the best option for dream to make himself small, pathetic, flat, kind of endearingly absent. the better he acts like he's been utterly crushed the more he's treated like a pet and the less he's treated like a prisoner, which is, while repellent, horribly appealing after the last... several years if we're being real. so there's a lot there about behavior modification, and habit, and dream acting like he's been completely broken, and how acting like that gets easier and easier. there's also a lot about him never truly being able to fully embody that absolute silence of personality- he has never been that and can never be, no matter how badly he's been tortured, no matter what he's given up, and one of the more painful aspects of this situation is that sam & q were his friends, a long time ago, they liked him very much, and they still really do like the person that dream can't always hide. so dream will make a sarcastic aside and both of them will laugh, and then the next day he'll make a joke and both of them will be furious with him. also i'm delighted with the idea of dream finding the petlike treatment to be very relaxing, and he's so very horrified by that but like. it's hard to resist. and there are consequences to resisting. so.

WAHHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH

[whump-in-progress]

a splendid whumptober to you all! 🖤🦇🔪🩸⛓️ here's a little treat i've been brewing up in my cauldron for a while, just for you...

The Enneagram Types in Whump

cw: pet whump, mentions of; noncon drugging, noncon body modification, tooth whump

the enneagram is a personality test that focuses on a person's internal motivations, rather than their external behavior. there are nine types in total, each defined by a core desire, fear, challenge, and longing. i thought it'd be fun to look at whump through these 27 lenses - each type in each archetypical role. if you know your type, let me know if your prompts resonated with you! if you don't know your type, i'll leave some resources below :)

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Whumpee - completely and totally brainwashed. they love their whumper to the ends of the earth; without them, how would they know to be good? they were bad before, wicked and cold and selfish, but whumper so kindly took them in and awoke them from their backwards ways. could they ever repay their savior enough?

Type 1

Whumper - some kind of authority; a mentor, commander, or head of a household, who mercilessly trains whumpee to behave in the "proper" manner befitting their position. they do not tolerate any flaws, backtalk, or weaknesses, no excuses, no exceptions. any disobedience earns whumpee a swift and lasting consequence.

Caretaker - fastidious in every single detail, their poor whumpee can rest assured knowing that they will only recieve the highest quality care possible, at the most efficient pace possible. hell, it's already perfectly laid out in this comprehensive five-year recovery plan spreadsheet, take a look!

Whumpee - they were rescued, and come hell or high water, they're gonna make themselves worth the effort spent. caretaker has to all but beg them to stay in bed. they're still healing, for god's sakes! they need to stop trying to sweep when they have a raging fever and seven cracked ribs!

Type 2

Whumper - everyone calls them a saint, and they'd have to agree. after all, it takes a special kind of person to look after poor whumpee day and night, with their mysterious "illness" that renders them incapable of caring for themselves. they do wish the "cure" wasn't so painful, but it's the only way they can ever make whumpee better. whumpee does want to get better, don't they?

Caretaker - the platonic ideal of a caretaker, they devote every waking minute into doing right by their charge. seemingly always at the ready with whatever whumpee needs; warm soup, pain meds, cold water, a hand to hold. no, they're not running themselves ragged at all, why do you ask? *barely able to keep their eyes open*

Type 3

Whumpee - the jester, the dancer, the show cat; whatever the position, whumpee is the star jewel of whumper's living collection. and they have earned their place, oh yes; approval is never given lightly. they work and sacrifice all that they are to keep it. only the worthy may stay.

Whumper - as the superhero of Big City, they perform an invaluable service to society. each low-life criminal who meets their end at whumper's hands makes the world a safer place for the good folks, and they bask in the adoration they recieve. sure, it gets stressful being the only dividing line between a peaceful city and a dirty shithole - but that's why it's so important for them to take their nightly rage out on sidekick! the city depends on it!

Caretaker - it is abhorrent that society is condoning slavery in 20XX, so caretaker has devoted their career to ending the human pet trade! they're the founder of the Pet Industry Victim Liberation League (PIVLL), and they work tirelessly, day and night, providing escape and support to survivors all across the globe.

Type 4

Whumpee - they used to be someone, they know they used to be someone. it's been so long since someone said their name, it's on the tip of their tongue, what is it? they're out, they're safe, they're home. the ordeal is over. but they can't remember the person they were before all this. is it even worth recovering if they can never truly find their way back to themselves?

Whumper - it's not "torture"! oh, no, darling, it's much grander than simple, pedestrian torture! do you see how i'm laying these burns in spirals? how i pull my needle through their skin in the most intricate, winding patterns? the pain they're feeling is simply the cherry on top of my coup de grâce. no, my sweet child, this isn't torture. this is art.

Caretaker - as soon as whumpee is ready to talk about it, caretaker is there. they stay and hold them through recounting every single horrifying thing, really, truly listening. it's hard not to flinch at some of it, but they hold back their two cents for later. now, facilitating that essential catharsis for their friend is all that matters.

Type 5

Whumpee - they keep their head down and their mind stashed away, leaning on stoicism to see them through the torture. silently collecting every detail around them; this vent leads to there, whumper always goes here, etc. someday, they'll put the puzzle pieces together, and find their own way out of this hell.

Whumper - the scientist, viewing their whumpee with cold, detatched eyes. cherishing and maintaining their perfect lab rat as a valuable resource and a font of future scientific discovery, but not even close to respecting them as a fellow human being. at least, not enough to warrant the use of anaesthesia.

Caretaker - someone with actual medical expertise, thank god. the doctor or nurse who first looks whumpee over after their rescue, bloodied and broken. are they comforting to their traumatized new patient, or gruff and stone-faced because they're annoyed they got paged to come into work at 2am?

Type 6

Whumpee - the stray dog, thrown out onto the street as soon as their owner got bored. entirely unprepared and left to their own devices in a hostile world; either beating themselves up for squandering whumper's favor, or thinking good riddance, but nevertheless fretting over who (or what) will find them next.

Whumper - a hired grunt for the boss of a larger organization. their conscience stays clear because they're not the one at the helm. all they're doing is going to work, following instructions, getting paid, and going home. so what if their job entirely consists of breaking bones and disposing of bodies? it's not their place to question direct orders!

Caretaker - calling their friends in every other hour for advice, fretting over every tiny little thing whumpee does. they didn't finish their dinner, does that mean they have stomach ulcers? oh god, now they're crying, what do i do, what do i do!? how can i possibly make them feel better???

Type 7

Whumpee - whumper keeps them in complete sensory deprivation; no sight, no sound, no smells, barely any tastes, and only one touch sensation - agony. they'll want nothing more than to reconnect with the world when they're rescued, but it'll be a long, long time before they're able to readjust.

Whumper - the spoiled young royal who is granted access to a constant rotation of servants, who supervise and care for them while they're exploring abroad. whumper treats all of them like dirt, spouting unfiltered mockery between demands and canings. why, to them, chaperones exist to be used and disposed of! it's the most normal thing in the world!

Caretaker - a caretaker-of-caretakers, if you will. they can't have someone in their house to look after 24/7, but they're here to help the people who do! they keep in contact with multiple caretakers, and make sure none of them want for anything. need some ace bandages? how about groceries? don't worry, they'll be on your doorstep in half an hour!

Type 8

Whumpee - this feral thing is not going down without a fight. every chance they get to snarl in defiance at their captors is one they take, delivering bloody bitten fingers and black eyes whenever the opportunity surfaces. so brave, so resilient... that is, until whumper shows them their brand new muzzle!

Whumper - a self-proclaimed "master interrogator", with the long and grisly record to prove it. sure, people might say their methods are "barbaric" and "violate international law", but do they give a rat's ass? no! using boltcutters on some poor sap's teeth may not be a nice thing to do, but it sure as hell gets them the intel they need. that's why they get called in to crack the tough cases, and not any of their stupid coworkers.

Caretaker - finally, they've made it home. it pains them to see whumpee like this, all wounded and fragile and terrified. once their dear heart is cleaned up and sleeping soundly, they grab their scariest weapon and hop right back in the car. may hell have mercy on you, whumper, after the bloodshed you have wrought from me.

Type 9

Whumpee - they slip outside under the cover of night, hands raised in surrender. whumper demanded their return, and whumpee decides that this is the only way to keep the team safe. don't go, they'd all say, we need you! but don't be silly, whumpee thinks, wrists now bound behind their back. nobody could possibly need me. let me be worth at least this.

Whumper - it stresses them out beyond belief to deal with the hassle of a squirming, complaining toy. it's much easier to keep their playthings inebriated on a constant cocktail of drugs and other environmental tricks! when their minds are sludge, you don't have to tell them what you want them to do, because you can just move their bodies for them.

Caretaker - they forever hover just nearby, leaving warm food and water, but never touching. they're demonstrating to whumpee that they're a safe person, the same way you would a stray cat. we can do this at your pace, they try to convey. i'm here for you no matter how long it takes.

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resources:

the test is a good starting point to ask yourself the right kinds of questions, but since a website can never truly know a person, and the enneagram is all about internal motivations, research is the best way to determine your number for sure (check out abbey howe's channel, she rules!). the name of the game here is to look inwards and be honest with yourself. if you have questions or want to go through the process with some help, let me know!

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[steviestits]

Terminals had become such a way of life that no one thought about the consequences if someone managed to hack into one. Everyone believed that they were safe, that no one could possibly get past the firewalls set into place by the software designers and manufacturers. They didn’t think people like Eddie, who knew how to get around those safety protocols, existed. No one ever thought about how easy it would be for someone to hack into their minds and scramble the contents around at their leisure. Or: Eddie hacks into Steve's terminal and alters Steve's body and mind to his liking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Porn With Plot, Hacker Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dark Eddie Munson, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Semi-Public Sex Trigger Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Mind Manipulation, Brainwashing, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Forced Feminization

[mas-o-kissed]

Syscovery timeline for my own reference but posting here too in case this helps other ppl (tw for vague mention of trauma and self harm)

Early childhood stuff blah blah trauma etc. etc., I’ve experienced dissociation for as long as I can remember, and even though it’s not something I’m aware of experiencing now, I know that I did have full blackout amnesia a few times in my childhood with others taking over (I know of this happening because there were consequences)

Middle school I remember being aware of Navy fronting and getting very scared. I did a lot of like… stuff to myself with the goal of behavioral modification (keeping journals of the day’s events and self harming as consequences of unwanted actions). EDIT: To be clear, Navy was not doing the self-harming stuff. I was scared of him because his presence made me feel out of control, and “self-training” was our (Red and my) deeply unhealthy way of trying to avoid that feeling.

I think this may be when Red came about because to our knowledge she was an abuser introject and persecutor. This was also around the time I stopped seeing childhood abuser regularly. I felt like I was being guided in punishments to keep us safe.

Red was a constant presence throughout high school but only fronted in emergency situations. She was usually like… on my head talking to me and she looked like a little bunny. I thought that she and Navy were just one guy.

Late high school I became aware of Navy and Red as separate but I have no idea how. Lol. I just remember we all decided on name designations (mine is teal). I know I was aware of them because I remember drawing them and talking to them.

College was extremely lonely and we had very clear communication during this period. We felt it was very unsafe for Navy to be near front but we all needed an outlet so we started a vent blog lol. This is notable because it’s something concrete I can look back on.

I will mention that even though we were online we told no one, reached out to no one, and did not know what plurality was. I have no idea if it was really being discussed around this time? Which was like. 2013. I thought they were just really, really vivid imaginary friends and that I was a lil freak for having them.

Mid way through college we had a really intense period of dissociation. I think we experienced a split and the person fronting during this time did so for like a year and a half. It was very, very confusing. I distinctly remember the moment of returning to my body and after that the memories of that whole period kind of blurred so I don’t remember a lot of it. We still don’t know who that guy was and I don’t know if he’s around anymore. Like maybe we split and then re-fused together? Is that a thing idk

After this communication with others was really low. And after a while I kind of just. Disconnected from the memories of them. And had no idea I had forgotten anything.

I learned that plurality is a thing like. Very recently. I’ve known about DID for a long time but it clearly does not match my experience and I had thought that was the only way plurality could manifest.

Met some systems and memories slowly began to unlock as we talked to them about their own experiences

Realized that the reason certain characters we were roleplaying as felt so cathartic was because they were… Navy’s! That’s his guy. Our guy. Whatever. (I’m talking about Big Boss Imp).

Been really back and forth on denial about it. And we find that if we talk about certain things we will start feeling weird and disoriented. But!

We learned about PDID and ever since seeing that we feel a lot more. Legitimate. Like we are allowed to be this. Because there is a diagnosis that feels like it fits our experience. Not that it’s even a diagnosis in the US and thus not something we could actually seek! Lol. But since then it feels like I’m “allowed” to talk about it more.

(I am not saying that you need a diagnosis to talk about experiences. I am saying that our?? Gatekeeper?? I guess?? Really did not like us talking about it, but since making that discovery it feels like it’s a lot easier. That’s what I mean by “allowed.” Lol)

[sebsxphia]

I saw your post about stopping drinking and first want to say that I'm proud of you for making the choice.

Please feel free to disregard this, but here's some unsolicited advice from someone who works in the substance use world.

I'm not sure what your stance is on medication, but there are meds that can help with withdrawal and cravings. A couple things I really hit with my folks I'm working with to decrease/abstain from substances are rewarding yourself when you choose not to use (e.g., getting yourself a treat when you decline a drink, acknowledging milestones like 1 day sober) so you can start that behavior modification, creating a coping plan, and looking at how we can start getting the positive consequences of substances (the driver behind why we use, the benefits of use such as relaxation, checking out, pain management) in healthier ways.

You've got a whole lotta people supporting you - make sure to take care of yourself through this process! ❤️

hey, my dear anon! bless you, thank you so much for this information. i’m incredibly grateful and it’s helped me a lot 🥺 i think i’m okay for now without medication, but the support skills are definitely something i want to think about for myself and try to engage with the best i can! i’m having the same mindset of, if i don’t drink, i get a lil treat 🤭 also, the idea of engaging in the positive consequences in healthier ways, is so interesting and it’s something i haven’t thought of before! i definitely want to try that too.

thank you again for all of your love and support, it means the world to me 🥹 i promise i’ll take care of myself! i hope you do too and have a wonderful rest of your day, mwah! 🥰💗🫶🏼

[adarkrainbow]

So recently people have been interested in my Cinderella’s glass slipper post.

Which leads me to actually point out something about this whole shoe business.

As I said, the problem with non-French reception of French fairytales (the literary ones) is that people tend to overlook that they were works of literature. Not just copy-pasting ancient stories: these stories were composed with clear intentions, filled with specific modifications, with new inventions, with puns and literary devices. As a result, they always are more than just a “simple” little story.

And with Cinderella you have one specific ambiguity concerning Cinderella’s behavior. As some pointed out, she seems to be in Perrault’s tale much more cunning and intelligent than people tell her to be - almost manipulative. And one of those ambiguities comes with the shoe.

The version known by everyone is that Cinderella had her shoe falling off because she was rushing away from the palace... But Perrault’s text actually leaves it much more ambiguous.

The exact expression for when Cinderella loses her shoe in the original text is “elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre”. And later, when she returns home in rags it is said she only has one glass slipper left, “just like the other that she had let go of” the same “laisser tomber” but here in past tense “qu’elle avait laissée tomber”. Perrault never uses words like “it fell off”, or “it slipped away”, no... he always uses a verb which has Cinderella as a subject, “she let it fall��, “she let it go”. And while it can be used figuratively as an expression - the same way “to let go of X” can be used figuratively to mean someone dropped something by accident, it is still very literaly “laisser tomber”, to LET it fall, to LET it go, and just like the famous Disney song taught us, to let go of something can be a very conscious decision. 

So already we have an ambiguity... is “laisser tomber” used figuratively, as in “she was in such a rush she let go of one of her shoes by accident” ; or is it literaly “she actually let go of the shoe”? “Laisser” is even more ambiguous because it can be interpreted in two ways. 1) “to let go”, aka she consciously drops the shoe. 2) “to allow it to fall”, aka she doesn’t cause the falling of the shoe but she “laisse” it, she allows it, she doesn’t pick it up. 

And to add to the ambiguity of the whole thing, if we actually look closely at the text, the falling of the shoe is NOT explicitely a consequence of her rushing away. The actual text goes in a step-by-step process 1) she hears the first strike of midnight, despite her thinking it was one hour earlier. 2) She gets up and flees. 3) The prince follows her but can’t catch her. 4) she lets drop/lets go/lets fall her glass slipper, that the prince takes. These are the divisions made by the text itself. 

Is her fleeing done in a rush? It is implied because when she arrives home she is out of breath. BUT... when she flees, it is not said that she flees in a rush. It is said she flees “lightly” “légèrement”, “aussi légèrement que l’aurait fait une biche”, “as lightly as a doe would have done it”. So we have here the comparison to something fast, graceful, not weighing anything - a very gracious fleeing. Not the kind of rushed panicked flight that would let one to drop their shoe randomly. Second point: the prince tries to run after her but he can’t, and it is only AFTER it is said that the prince cannot catch her that we suddenly see/learn that she drops the shoe, and the prince picks it up “with precautions”/”carefully”. Again, the prince takes the shoe in no rush, he takes his time - implying she is already away and is not hunting Cinderella while doing so. Which does fit the order of the text - first the hunt, then the shoe dropped. 

All of these elements do form an ambiguity - a person readng quickly the text without paying attention to details will understand “Oh yeah, she just dropped the shoe because she was in a rush”. But if you pay attention to details, you go “Wait... Did she PURPOSEFULLY drop the little glass slipper?”.