#consent is important folks

[whatudottu]

I haven’t read the books so perhaps I don’t have the full context for what TFP Shockwave’s experiments were like, whether he went in with a question to be answered or coming up with a hypothesis after the fact to justify the means, but I’d think it’d be interesting if he kinda had like… all the scientifically proven basis to form a question and ask a particular bizarre scenario.

Like for instance, Shockwave might have countless evidence that torture is not as effective of an interrogation technique as apparently both sides make it out to be (if OP’s threat to Soundwave was any indication of anything), but instead of testing a much nicer method, Shockwave develops the cortical psychic to GUARANTEE the authenticity of the information instead of idk, appealing to the captive. Might even suggests that the evidence points to flaws on both the tortured (prone to lying just to get out sooner) AND the torturer (subject to distraction and accepting conflicting statements), rather than solely one party or the other.

The thing is though, it’s hard to wonder WHAT questions Shockwave may seek an answer for, unknown questions that somehow connect with just a lot of predacon DNA (either their revival or in hybridisation). Because offering the alternative - senseless scientific violence - seems a very bland motive or whatever this would be ESPECIALLY for Shockwave; the cold pursuit of science is his mojo not to affront it.

Eh, whatever. Guess this is me just thinking about the logic tree Shockwave might follow to get a new experiment running, and doing so in a way that doesn’t just amount to ‘mad scientist for the sake of a smart guy torturer’ or whatever lmao-

[thedeafprophet]

I absolutely will not engage any post by a child who says these things but I'm still just baffled at this new one on a dni list I saw on twitter...... my gosh

[sovereign-skyy]

hmm lemme try this

S - Serendipitous K - Kleptomaniac Y - Youthful

wait no

J - Jovial O - Only A - After N - Naked N - Nerds E - Emerge

YEAAHHHHH

[bixels]

I agree; we live in a wildly different public consciousness than the average person. I'll hear about my uncle generating an AI image of his family as the Avengers for Facebook and will say, "that's fun," because I know he's having fun with his family.

But (in response to folks in the notes, not OP) let's not pretend like artists are being unreasonable when we act frustrated or angry. AI memes, fine, whatever, but AI art is not harmless. It's not a topic that artists are removed from and are forcefully inserting ourselves into, we've been unwillingly involved since day one. We know that behind each piece of AI art is a real artist who didn't want this to happen. I have friends whose entire art styles and OCs––fucking OCs––were ripped into a image database, then sold as prompts on AI marketplaces. We have a reason to be mad. Our anger may be counterproductive, but is it apt.

Like it or not, AI art is intrinsically tied to labor politics. It isn't a online-only ideological mini culture war, it's a real problem that's happening in real life to real people.It's just slow enough and quiet enough to not make any big eye-catching waves. It only seems "online-only" because that's where the majority of people have the easiest, most direct contact with the artists who are affected and raising discourse. Just because discourse is happening online doesn't mean it's inconsequential in real life. It doesn't seem real to your average person because art is widely perceived as a "get a real job" hobby, not a viable career that's tied to labor politics or a passion that deserves respect or protection. Take it from an artist who has the great fortune (/s) of attending a tech school. Someone who doesn't know about this and ends up getting blasted will think you're insane. But let's not pretend like getting angry about people fueling an unfair situation that's affecting our livelihoods is insane too.

the thing about ai art is that to most normal, not-overly-online people, its just a little internet gimmick for them to play around with, akin to flash games or funny videos. if you see someone trying it and you come into their inbox telling them they are a horrible person who wants to starve artists, without first explaining the hundred tumblr soundbites and mini culture wars youve immersed yourself in to get to that conclusion, they are probably going to think you are fucking insane

[radioactive-earthshine]

For the last time folks.

In the comics, Clark was never 'standoffish' to Kon because he was 'alienated by having his DNA cloned while he was dead an unable to consent.' He was wary of Cadmus, because his relationship to Cadmus had been strained even before his death, but he never directed that hesitation or strain towards Kon. In fact, very shortly after Clark and Kon met they found out Kon was not even genetically related to him! The Lex/Clark clone origins in of itself was a retcon made over ten years after Kon was made.

Clark NEVER 'rejected' Kon, in fact he trusted him to wear the S-Shield and he is one of the most important people to him where he has had nightmare scenarios where he experiences Kon's death. He trusts him with some of his most challenging missions, and trusts him with his parents. Additionally, he defends Kon - famously against Bruce who called him a robot and someone they could not trust.

Clark did not knowingly name Kon "abomination" as a form of rejection and petty meanness. Kon El meaning abomination was specifically a New 52 incarnation which Kara used, originally when Clark named Kon it had no connection to the meaning 'abomination' and Kon was so happy he cried.

Trust me, there are plenty of ways to write and explore potential drama between Clark and Kon that are not totally made up and makes it sound like Lex Luthor is running a smear campaign against Superman with lies meant to make him look like garbage.

[versegm]

Reminders:

"Intersex" means "someone born with sexual characteristics that don't fit quite well in the male/female sex binary."

"Intersex" is not synonymous to "non-binary". In fact, being intersex has nothing to do with gender at all. Intersex and trans people have many struggles in common, but if you're talking about trans-specific issues you really don't need to say "intersex and trans people".

Intersex people can be trans. Intersex people can also be cis. Intersex people, in the majority of countries, are assigned a gender at birth just like everyone else.

"Intersex" doesn't necessarily relate to genitals. When I say "sexual characteristics" it can also mean secondary sexual characteristics, hormone levels, chromosomes, and probably a bunch of other shit I forgot about. Please stop reducing intersex people to their genitals.

(On that note, having both working sets of genitals is at best extremely rare and at worst physically impossible. Sorry, intersex people can't fulfill your futa fantasies. Please stop tagging futa shit as intersex. The two are unrelated.)

Please. This pride month remember that intersex people like. Exist. Intersex folks are not hypotheticals they're not "that one letter we gotta tack at the end of every queer post and never think about any further" they're. People. Remember that they exist. Every year I have to make a post like this one where I explain the very basic things you can learn by reading the intersex wikipedia page because people see "intersex" and make assumptions as to what the word means without actually reading the dictionary definition. Please remember that intersex people exist, I looked up "intersex pride" on tumblr and half the posts I saw were a variation of "happy pride to people of all genders and sexualities!" when being intersex has nothing to do with either gender or sexuality. Please. I understand that you guys don't mean any ill, but I am very tired of making basic posts over and over.

And inb4 someone tries to strike dumb discourse on this post: I live in a country where it is legal and encouraged to perform surgery on intersex infants. Looking up "intersex athlete controversy" returned to me like three different cases of athletes who were coerced into surgery without being informed of all the risks and having to lead with lifelong consequences for it. When I say "remember intersex people" I don't mean "uwu intersex people are valid" I mean they're a demographic whose literal human rights are constantly spit upon. I don't give a shit if you think intersex people belong or not under the queer umbrella or what you think are the proper qualifications to identify as intersex literally everytime I talk to an intersex person I hear a variation of "my doctor straight-up lied to me to get me to undergo medical procedures to make me normal without my consent or input" I think people should be aware of that actually I think it's more important than arguing over labels.

[chamerionwrites]

Like it's not especially mysterious or hard to fathom why (aside from run-of-the-mill puritanism) folks have Really Big Feelings about kink as a concept. We live in a (sexist racist homophobic transphobic etc) society. Quite a lot of people have had their sexual boundaries poked at and/or transgressed by someone (and "someone" is sometimes not even some specific individual but "society at large") claiming that [Sex Act XYZ] is normal/reasonable/no big deal, and therefore (explicitly or implicitly) obligatory. And when you have repeatedly received the message that your body does not fully belong to you, that your yes and no are valid only insofar as they align with others' reasonable expectations - well then it becomes EXTREMELY important to police the borders of what can be considered a reasonable expectation. Spoken or unspoken, the fear that people are giving voice to when they get pearl-clutchy about kink is often "You're saying all of this is normal - and therefore that I have to accommodate it if and when someone asks me for it."

That's not an unsympathetic fear! We live in a society that is not great with the concept of consent! If you're hearing "don't kinkshame" as "your no is invalid" (or if you've encountered someone who framed it that way, because those people do exist), then of course you're going to be anxious and angry about it!

Unfortunately you are also doing that very human thing of getting so deep in your feelings that you're arguing at cross-purposes. Because the ethic of safe sane & consensual kink is not "everything is normal" - it's that normal is a completely irrelevant metric. You want to get tied up? Cool, make sure everyone involved knows how to do restraints safely. You want to have sex without penetration, ever? Also cool. You like playing around with X sensation but not Y sensation? Cool. You get pantsfeelings (or for that matter completely nonsexual satisfaction feelings) out of shining someone's shoes? Cool. You enjoyed XYZ yesterday but you're not feeling it today? Cool. You get to choose. Your body belongs to you.

[moonchild9350]

Hate to Love You, Love to Hate You

Summary: You hate your neighbor Hyunjin. Everything he does irks you to know end. You know Hyunjin feels the same way. The feeling is mutual, right?

Pairing: enemy to lovers au, non idol domHyunjin x fab reader

Genre: angst, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: spanking, light bondage, use of the term brat, p in v penetration, creampie (don't), dacryphilia, consent is implied (don't do this in real life folks, verbal consent is important) Hyunjin is mean, what can i say

Notes: I just wanted to make Hyunjin mean lol. This is not edited.

If you enjoyed this like, reblogs, and comments appreciated ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

“What the hell,” you groaned, as you rolled over to grab your pillow that was next to you.

You buried your face in the soft pillow, letting out a scream. You were annoyed, no you were beyond annoyed, you were furious. You couldn’t focus because of the sounds coming from the apartment next to yours. Your neighbor had a girl over and she was definitely letting the whole complex know that she was getting railed. You said railed as you could hear the thump, thump, thump of the headboard hitting the wall.

You groaned once more and then got up, abandoning your task. You looked at the clock and noticed it was just after midnight. Padding to your kitchen, you opened your fridge, grabbing a can of soda off the shelf. Popping open the can, you sat down on your couch with a sigh. You grabbed your remote and turned the tv on, and settled on watching a shitty comedy.

Hyunjin. That was your neighbor’s name. He moved in not too long ago, announcing his presence by being loud as possible every time he passed in the hallway. You eventually met him, as you passed by him in the parking garage. He teased you non-stop, making comments about your hair, your outfit, how boring you are.

He was inconsiderate, never holding the elevator open, pressing the close button while smiling directly at you. He never called off his dog, letting him run wild, the dog always jumping up on you as you walked by. And of course he was inconsiderate in his own home. Yes, it was his home, but the walls are thin, words…and sounds easily transferring though the barriers separating the apartments.

You tried to politely ask him to keep it down, especially at night, some people had to work after all. Instead of him apologizing, he would just smirk at you and walk away, not saying a word. The man frustrated you, angered you, causing you to be in a sour mood all the time.

You tried to ignore the fact that he was gorgeous. He was tall and lanky, but muscular at the same time. His pretty black hair framed his face perfectly. His lips were plush and looked pillow soft. He had great style, you could’t deny. Yes, the man was beauty himself. That didn’t mean you had to like him though. No, you hated him, hated him down to your very core.

That thought didn’t leave your mind as you tried to tune out the girl, her moans and screams getting louder to where even the tv couldn’t drown the sound out. You sipped your drink, trying to pay attention to the screen. You were going to kill that man yet, and that’s a promise.

Time passed, you had watched two episodes of the show when you noticed it was quiet. The thumps were nonexistent and the girl had stopped screaming. Sighing in relief you turned the tv off to go to bed, tiredness sinking in. You climbed into bed, snuggling under your blankets, happy to be able to finally go to bed. You fell asleep instantly, thankful for the silence that permeated your room.

The next morning you woke to your alarm, feeling drained. You begrudgingly got up, stretching as you walked to the bathroom to get ready for work. God you hated Mondays, and today was no different. Finishing up your routine, you made some coffee and packed your lunch. Grabbing your keys and bag you left your apartment, locking your door behind you.

As you turned around, you felt something hard collide into you, causing you to drop your coffee on the ground.

“Shit!” you said, anger welling up inside you.

“Woah there sweetheart, that pretty little head of yours need slow down.”

You knew that voice, loathed it actually. Looking up from your spilled coffee, your eyes meant the man in front of you, none other than Hyunjin. He had that annoying smirk on his face, his eyes shining as he peered down at you. He was wearing skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a flannel. He looked stunning you hated to say.

“Fucking hell,” you continued, feeling your face flush. “Can you not watch wear you’re going Hwang.”

“You ran into me sweetheart, not the other way around. Now excuse me, I have places to be.”

At that, you watched him walk away, leaving you standing in the hallway, your coffee still on the floor.

“Oh, and clean up your mess will you?” Hyunjin shouted at you as he continued his way to the elevator.

You were furious, seething at this man. Not only would you be late to work now, but you were without coffee. Sighing, you unlocked your door once more to grab some towels to wipe up the spill. You cleaned as quickly as possible before locking up again and rushing to your car, hoping to make it relatively on time.

You made it, but barely, your boss side eying you as you walked to your desk. You sat your stuff down before getting to work. You lost yourself in numbers and spreadsheets as the day went on, your mind occupied and not being able to think about this morning. You were thankful, not wanting to think about your misfortune and of course him.

Once the clock struck five, you clocked out, grabbed your stuff and left. Your commute home wasn’t bad, making it home in record time for a Monday. You pulled up to your spot where you park to only find it occupied, a man leaning against the door smoking a cigarette. It was none other than Hyunjin.

You put your car in park and got out of your car, angrily slamming your car door. You marched your way toward the man, a scowl on your face.

“Hwang, wanna move out of my spot?” You spat, crossing your arms as you stood in front of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin gazed down at you before tossing his head back and laughing.

“Your spot, sweetheart, you must be dreaming,” he taunted.

“The fuck I am. This is my spot, I park in number 25.”

You were not budging, this was your spot after all that was assigned to you.

Hyunjin laughed again before saying, “aww are you getting angry? You look so cute angry.”

You reached out to swat at him, your anger getting the best of you. However, before you could make contact with him, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you in his tracks. He gave your wrist a squeeze, holding tight as you tried to squirm away. His brown eyes were piercing, as he looked down at you demanding your attention.

“Hitting people is not nice sweetheart. Especially coming from a little doll like yourself.”

You jerked your hand away as he let go. “Just give me my spot Hwang. I’ve had a day and I’m tired.”

Hyunjin studied your face, his eyes dragging over your face, lingering on your lips before looking you in the eyes once more. Without anything further, Hyunjin opened his car door and got inside, starting the car up. You backed up before turning and walking to your car. You watched as he backed out and pulled away, vacating your spot.

Sighing you pulled into your spot and turned off the ignition. You took a few deep breaths before gathering your stuff and walking toward your apartment. You were happy to be home, tossing your stuff aside as soon as you were in the door. You made your way to the bathroom, in need of a hot shower.

You relaxed under the stream, the water soothing your tense muscles. Your mind wandered to Hyunjin and how you hated that man with every fiber of your being. Why did he have to be annoying and so infuriating? It’s almost like he goes out of his way to anger you.

Sighing, you turned the water off, your anger getting the best of you once more. You got dressed in a comfy oversized shirt and made your way to the kitchen to grab dinner. You settled on ramen for the night, taking the bowl and plopping down in front of the tv. You ate while watching a comedy, your mood slightly improving as your belly became full.

Your peaceful evening was interrupted however as you heard a knock on the door. You rolled your eyes and placed your bowl down. Walking to the door, the knock came louder and harder.

“I’m coming!” You shouted, annoyed once more at the person’s impatience.

You were grumbling to yourself as you opened your door to see none other than Hyunjin. He smirked at the sight of you, his eyes wandering down your body, lingering on your plush thighs peaking from under the oversized shirt.

“What do you want Hwang,” you said as you stared up at him.

Hyunjin looked you in the eyes before presenting a bottle of wine. “Wanna share sweetheart?”

You looked at him, really looked at him. Was he out of his mind? What part of your interactions screamed share a bottle of wine with me? Hyunjin smiled at you, wiggling his eyebrows at you while shaking the bottle slightly.

“Come on, I can’t drink this by myself. Besides you’ve had a tough day.”

“Yeah no thanks to you,” you grumbled.

You stepped aside and opened your door wider, allowing the man to come in. You padded towards the kitchen to grab two glasses and the wine opener. Hyunjin followed behind you and set the bottle down, watching as you opened the bottle and poured a generous amount in each glass.

You handed him his and took yours in hand before walking back to the couch and sitting down. You pressed play again to continue watching your show, not caring what Hyunjin did.

He walked up to you and sat down next to you, your thighs touching ever so softly. You could feel him staring at you, his gaze intense. You decided to ignore him as you took sip after sip of wine. You could feel a buzz forming, the feeling causing you to start to relax.

Hyunjin finished his glass and set it down on the table before turning towards you. He stared at you, which you ignored, chuckling to yourself at your steadfastness. However, the fact that you were ignoring him must have touched a nerve because he started to poke your cheek, again and again.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it and you snapped. You turned to face him and said, “stop it Hwang. Keep doing that and I’m kicking you out.”

Hyunjin smirked at you, scooting closer to your body. You leaned back slightly as his face was closer to yours.

“Back up Hwang,” you said, venom laced in your voice.

“Or what sweetheart?” Hyunjin said, as he got closer. “What are you going to do about it?”

You huffed before raising your hand and swinging. You were going to slap him, not caring if it left a mark. However, his reflexes were quick and just like earlier, he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Let go,” you said, twisting your arm this way and that to try to get loose.

“No, you’re such a brat you know,” Hyunjin said, watching you struggle. “Maybe I need to change that.”

“I don’t need anything from you Hwang,” you hissed.

HIs hold on your wrist was tighter yet. You knew a bruise would form later.

“Keep struggling sweetheart,” Hyunjin purred, leaning ever closer to your face.

“Let go or I swear I’ll..”

“Swear you’ll do what?” Hyunjin countered. “What will you do?”

“You make me so….so angry!” You screamed in his face. You watched a smile form on his face while he grabbed your other arm while you were distracted. He had you restrained, you couldn’t hit him, couldn’t do anything with your hands.

“I make you angry? Oh sweetheart, you make me furious. Maybe we should do something about that?”

You couldn’t help but shiver at his tone, his voice deepening with each sentence. You stared into his brown eyes, the orbs sparkling as they stared back at you. You couldn’t help but look at his lips and wonder how they would feel on your lips, your neck, your pussy. The thought alone was enough for you to attempt to squeeze your thighs together, your arousal slowly dripping into your panties.

Hyunjin noticed this subtle change, a smile gracing his features once more. “What do you want me to do? Hmm? Let’s end this feud of ours, I can make you feel so good sweetheart. Let me fuck the brat out of you.”

At his words, you felt your pussy clench, the thought of Hyunjin fucking you causing your mind to jumble. You couldn’t think straight, not with him restraining you and promising to handle you, to tame you.

You cleared your throat, before opening your mouth. But, before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. He kissed you passionately, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you went to protest. Hyunjin pulled you closer, keeping your hands in his hold.

You moaned as he bit your lip, shockwaves of pleasure running down your spine.

“Now who’s quiet,” Hyunjin said, his lips red and swollen. “Come on, show me to your bedroom.”

You got up from the couch, and looked at your hands. “Can you let go? It’s hard to walk like this.”

Hyunjin stared at you for a moment before saying no. You stared back incredulous. You walked toward your room awkwardly, shuffling sideways to your room. Once there, Hyunjin sat on the bed, pulling you to stand in front of him. He released your hands briefly before grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head.

You stood there in only your panties, your breast on display for him. He took you in before grabbing your hands once more and tying them up with the shirt. He then proceeded to bend you over his legs. You felt him rub your ass, kneeling the flesh again and again before his hand came down with a smack.

You jolted forward at the pain, a little moan falling from your lips.

“Little brat likes pain?” Hyunjin said as he laughed. “Good, let’s count sweetheart. One spank for each time you’ve had attitude with me.”

Hyunjin thought for a moment, “Hell we’d be here forever. Let’s say, twenty. Can you count to twenty for me?”

You shook your head, unable to move the way you wanted with your hands tied. Suddenly you felt another slap, the sting causing you to yelp.

“I asked you a question brat,” Hyunjin sneered.

“Ok, I’ll count,” you whimpered.

You heard Hyunjin hum, satisfied with your answer. He brought his hand down again and again, the pain intensifying with each slap. You were a moaning mess, the pain turning you on more. You were dripping, your arousal coating your pussy and thighs. You counted and counted until the end. You were breathing heavy, your ass stinging. You’re sure there were pretty marks on the flesh.

Hyunjin pulled you up, before bending you over across the bed. You braced yourself on your forearms as best as you could, not able to hold yourself up with your hands.

You could hear Hyunjin unzip his pants, the shuffle of clothes echoing through your ears. It wasn’t long before you felt his cock against your lips, as he dragged the appendage through your folds again and again. You whimpered at the sensation, as the head of his cock kissed your clit.

Without warning, he slammed into you, causing you to fall on your face into the sheets. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, the sting from the stretch causing you to cry out. He set a brutal pace, as he fucked you. Skin hitting skin could be heard as he gripped your hips harder, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Let me hear you brat. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

You screamed out his name, as he abused your pussy, your walls clenching around him.

“Mmmm, feels good, cock feels good.” You whined out.

“Yeah? Feels good huh. I agree brat, pussy sucking me in.” Hyunjin gripped your hips harder and sped up his thrusts.

“Come on brat, cum on my cock. Be a good girl, come on.” Hyunjin groaned.

You were a babbling mess as you succumbed to your high, your walls fluttering around his cock over and over. You let out a whine, as he kept pounding into you, his pace not faltering.

“Can feel you clench around me brat. Keep doing that and I’ll cum. Feel you up real good.”

You did what he said, your brain a jumbled mess as you came down from your high. You were sensitive, the overstimulation causing you to cry, tears spilling from your eyes.

“Too much Hyunjin,” you whimpered, trying to get up so you could move.

However, Hyunjin just pushed you back down and held you there as he pounded even harder into you.

“Na uh, didn’t say you could move. Lay there and take it.”

You hoped he was close, as his cock dragging through your walls started to hurt. You could hear him laughing behind you, as he abused your pussy, his hand keeping you down.

“Gonna cum, gonna fill this pussy up real good.” He groaned.

His pace became more sporadic, his moans growing louder.

“Shit, this pussy is good. So good for a brat like you.”

He pounded into you a few more times before he stilled, his hot cum coating your walls. You could hear him moan, his hand that wasn’t holding you down rubbing your ass as he came down from his high.

After a few moments, he released his hold on you. “Aww the brat is crying,” he cooed. “I love to see you cry.”

He withdraw from you, the feel of his cum seeping out of your pussy and dripping onto the sheets. Hyunjin pulled you up and untied your hands. Through your tears, you looked down, seeing the red marks littering your wrists.

“Looks so pretty on you sweetheart.” He said before placing a kiss on each hand.

He then kissed your tears away, the gentleness shocking you after what you had just endured. There was silence in the room as you regulated your breathing, a little hiccup being heard every now and then. Hyunjin rubbed your back while cradling you to his chest. You’re not sure how long you both sat there, time seeming to go by slowly.

Eventually he broke the silence. “Are you still going to be a brat?” He asked.

You looked him in the eyes as you wiped the last of your tears away.

“No, I won’t.” You whispered.

Hyunjin looked at you and smiled, his hands coming to cup your face.

“Good choice sweetheart. I told you I’d fuck the brat out of you,” he said before bringing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

You hated this man but you loved him too. It was definitely the dichotomy of evil but you were not complaining. Maybe it’s a good thing he moved in next door after all.

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[hellenistica1]

Playing Favourites

Emperor Geta x Reader

The following work is meant for readers of age 18 or older. Minors DNI

Ao3 Tags: unprotected sex (booo), somewhat dubious consent due to power imbalance (even bigger booo), p in v intercourse, vaginal fingering, boob sucking, afab!reader but no pronouns mentioned, also no use of Y/N

Palatine Hill was perhaps one of the most dangerous places in the entire empire, not just because of the decisions that were being made there, but because of the two men sitting at the very top. The emperors were like feral dogs with the Roman Empire being nothing but a bone that was left on the street. Even the senators, that were supposed to interfere with the amount of damage that the emperors could cause, seemed to tiptoe around them as to not be subjected to their anger.

But the true victims, despite the self-pitying old men believing themselves to have it the worst, were the servants, slaves and concubines. Sometimes they were yelled at, sometimes humiliated. Sometimes they were assaulted with injuries varying from scratches and bruises to deep wounds and missing digits. Sometimes they were even killed in accidents or with the intention of simple entertainment.

Keeping the tempers of the emperors mellow was of utmost importance if you and your fellow serving folk wanted to return to bed unscathed. And by the gods had you made that a craft to be mastered. It was easy for you, really. There wasn't much of an art to it, except for keeping them occupied.

You hadn’t worked as a servant for long, but it also did not take particularly long to figure out that one had to be careful, when serving the emperors. After intently watching for a while, you had concluded that when together, the emperors were much like children. They had to be dazzled and surprised and had their hands to be kept busy with trinkets while simultaneously keeping pointy things far away. Their stomachs had to be full, their thirst quenched and all their senses had to be flooded with sounds, sights, smells and feelings. You intended to take care of exactly that.

Geta was the more mature of them. He was a slightly lesser concern to you, not only because he acted more reasonable but because you had worked much closer to him, feeling like you could estimate his temper better. More than once had you been able to reason with him, when a mistake of a servant had soured his mood. As long as one was devoted and grateful, a small misstep could be forgiven.

Caracalla was slightly different. His anger was much more explosive and irrational, but once it had subsided he wasn’t prone to hold grudges (partially because he had an incredibly hard time, remembering the names and faces of his servants). But his outbursts often came with casualties, which made you focus him more directly.

So, long before the emperors or their senators were awake, you much like the other servants and slaves hurried around to create the perfect environment for two easily bored lunatics. And once that was done, the likelihood of getting injured only sunk slightly. Luckily, you also knew exactly what was to be done once the two of them appeared.

This evening it was a small banquet. Even though the sun was beginning to sink, the august heat was still ruthless and you wiped the sweat of your forehead as you scanned the room to see if anything was missing.

The timing was perfect; just as you mentally gave your stamp of approval, both emperors appeared, basking in the attention that was given to them as they entered. As the guests paid their respects, you moved towards the table to fill their cups. Caracalla's first, as he was more prone to go straight for the food, while Geta most likely would be stopped somewhere along the way.

Today however, the heat made people too sluggish for politics, so as you poured wine, both emperors were already seating themselves. Getas was giving you a puzzled look, as you handed him his cup, but didn't say anything.

The festivities continued without interruptions, though. In addition to the heat, once everybody’s hunger had been satiated, a comatose laziness settled in the room. All the guests lounged about, only really calling for servants to ask for more wine or to have a concubine summoned to them.

Emperor Geta, too was lounging on one of the seats, elbow propped on the armrest to support his head. His other hand gestured with his empty cup towards you. You quickly made your way over, to pour him more wine. But as you meant to leave, he stopped you.

“Do you ever stop moving? Keep me company for a moment.” He sounded annoyed, or maybe bored? Neither was good, so you stayed put, waiting for whatever he wanted you to do next.

For a moment he looked up at you expectantly, before adding in exasperation: “Well, sit. You make it awkward.”

“Of course, my emperor,” you put aside the pitcher of wine you had been carrying and meant to sit beside Geta, but in one swift motion he sat up straight and used the arm, his head was resting on moments ago, to pull you onto his lap.

You were going to say something, you meant to say something. But the heat that crept onto your face felt different from the one that the summer air caused. So instead, only a nervous laugh escaped your mouth.

That at least made Geta grin. He offered his cup to you: “Here, drink. I haven’t seen you drink anything either yet. Aren’t I attentive?”

“Very attentive. Thank you, my emperor,” you assured. The metal of the cup already felt comfortably cold against your skin and as you took a tentative sip, you realized that you were in fact thirsty. The wine tasted sweet and fruity and had that deeply refreshing taste to it all beverages do, when you have craved something to drink for a while. Geta watched you intently and stopped you, when you tried to return the cup to him: “Finish it. I feel generous today.”

You hesitated for a moment, which he tutted at: “Don’t disobey me.”

Once again, he took your wrist and, while spilling some of the wine down your chin, made you drink more. In a few desperate gulps you emptied the cup. Geta took the cup back with a satisfied smile: “Isn’t that better?”

“So much better. Thank you so much, my emperor,” you mumbled and tried to wipe the spilled wine that by now had run from your chin down your neck. Before you could though, Geta ran his tongue up the trail of one of the droplets. From your collarbone all the way to your jaw.

“Do you want more?” It was but a whisper, amused yet expectant. That very expectant tone, alongside the hand that was now rubbing small circles into the fat of your hip, left you wondering, whether Geta was still speaking about wine.

He seemed to bothered by the space still left between the two of you and pulled you even closer, so that you were truly pressed into him, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hm? Won’t you speak?” Up close, his eyes were even more intense. It felt like he was staring holes into you, waiting for an answer…

And then Dandras climbed up your leg. The sensation made you yelp in shock and Geta winced underneath you. You cradled the monkey in your arms, suddenly remembering where you were. As you got up and looked around, you noticed servants throwing cautious looks into your direction. Much more agitated however, was Geta, who looked as though he was going to skin somebody alive.

“Dandras?” Caracalla called from across the room, still dangling off one of the armchairs. This corner of the room suddenly didn’t feel safe for the little monkey in your arms and you could feel the servants around you growing antsy.

“I’m bringing him to you right away, my emperor!” You called out and turned to get Dandras away as quickly as possible. You felt a tug at the back of your robes, which you assumed was Geta trying to stop you, but you were in too much of a hurry to be sure.

Originally, you had planned to get Dandras back to his owner and then return to Geta. But Caracalla, much like his brother, was in a sociable mood and demanded you to sit with him. Somehow, this lasted a while. Dandras, assumingly aware of the fact, that you saved him from the wrath of Geta, was deeply fond of you, which automatically meant that you were not to leave.

So, you followed Caracalla. For quite a while. You waved a few servants and concubines towards Geta as your hopes of excusing yourself from Caracalla were dwindling. A strange feeling nestled in your stomach as you asked one of the particularly beautiful women to go and look after Geta.

But by now, the festivities had turned the sizzling hot august day into a humid summer night and you were certain that somebody else had taken your spot on Geta. The fact that you already claimed a sense possessiveness over it, in spite of the fact, that you had spent but a moment there, made you sure that it was for the better this way. Besides, you felt at ease. No bloodshed, no frightened slaves, not even an argument that had been blown out of proportion; you felt accomplished if overheated. The hair in the back of your neck was wet with sweat and the fact that Caracalla’s head was resting on your stomach was not helping. He alongside his posse of wine-bearing servants and astonishingly beautiful concubines had sprawled themselves across the marble stairs to the dining hall, where the remnants of today's feast slowly rotted in the humid temperatures.

In spite of the sickly sweet smell of the leftover food and the unbearable heat that emanated from Caracalla, you smiled and played with his hair. He was drunk on wine and giggling as he fed grapes to Dandras, only occasionally acknowledging your existence by readjusting his head on you. Once in a while he hummed pleased, as you ran your hand through his hair.

Caracalla was either about to doze off, leaving you to stay in the position you were in for quite a bit longer, or, which you preferred, would disappear with one or two of the concubines to his chambers. And while you didn't love the idea of spending a few hours on the cold floor with a monkey running around you, there was such an immense feeling of calmness in the room, that you would have accepted it.

The only thing interrupting you from feeling at complete and utter ease was something tugging at your ankle, which was unceremoniously dangling off one of the steps. One of the boys sitting at Caracalla’s feet subtle jerked his chin towards the room. And as you followed his motion with your eyes and found Emperor Geta to look right at you, it dawned on you that your absence was in fact, not quickly forgotten.

Unlike his brother, Geta had chosen to sit on a cushioned seat like normal person with his own gathering of people, who fulfilled his every wish, scattered around. On his lap was the woman you had sent over to him.

He absentmindedly played with her hair, intentionally or unintentionally mirroring what you were doing to his brother. His posture was relaxed but his eyes were wide and watching your every move.

Caracalla, attracting chaos even when he wasn’t intending to, suddenly acknowledged you by holding a grape to your face: “Do you want one?”

A muscle in Geta’s jaw tensed as he watched along. You had to be very careful now. It irked you to look down, as if you were worried that Geta was going to lunge on you like a viper. The calm and almost sweet expression on the face of his brother was such a stark contrast you almost felt bad denying him.

“That is very kind of you, my emperor but...” you looked around desperately searching for a reason you could excuse yourself for. When your mind remained blank you went for the first best thing: “Would you like me to get more grapes for Dandras?”

Caracalla considered and then lifted his head, to release you: “Yes, you shall.”

“Of course, my emperor, I’ll be right back.” And with that your hurried away.

As you walked over, Geta pulled the woman off his lap and stood up abruptly. He wasn’t as harsh as you had feared but the poor unassuming girl did tumble a bit as she tried to stay on her feet. You didn’t have much time to check up on her though. Geta called upon you and it was with great distress that you realized that he knew you by name.

“Follow me.” It was a demand and he did not wait for whether you would obey or not. With your head held low, you tagged behind him, walking past Caracalla and his group of curious bystanders. The confusion on Caracalla’s face grew into a knowing grin, as his eyes travelled from you, only having left moments ago and still grapeless - to his brother, whose face was a mystery to you, as you could only see the back of his head.

“Take your time.” You weren’t sure who Caracalla was talking to but you heard Geta scoff in front of you. No words were spoken as you walked through the silent halls of the palace even though you desperately wanted to ask where exactly he was leading you to.

You had an assumption... but even the thought of uttering it made you feel squeezy. Maybe you had misread the situation. Maybe the emperor was going to throw you into a well or feed you to his own exotic pets, for making him wait for you.

The further you walked the less servants and more guards you encountered until finally Geta walked directly towards a door in front of which two of the tallest men you’ve ever seen stood. With a somewhat impatient wave of Geta’s hand both moved aside.

“Don’t let anybody bother me.” The sound in his voice was surprisingly exasperated. It almost sounded like plea. Neither of the men answered, like you it was just expected of them to comply. Finally, you entered a luxurious bedchamber and found that you had assumed correctly.

You felt a pit in your stomach as Geta slumped onto the silken sheets of his bed, while you stood still in the middle of the room. He gestured you to come closer and you did as you were told.

Once you were within reach, he firmly took you by the waist and pulled you to stand in between his knees at the edge of the bed. His fingers found your hips again and rubbed slow circles into them.

“And you do everything I ask of you?” His voice was low, but when you only nodded your head he became a bit louder: “Speak.”

“Yes, my emperor.” The answer earned you a tug to loosen the rope that gathered your tunic around your waist. Geta laughed at the way your breath hitched.

“Good,” he mused: “Then take your clothes off.”

As if you were in a trance, you pushed your robes off your shoulders and then quickly undid your undergarments. Apart from the fabrics that now gathered around your ankles you were bare and fully exposed to Geta, who was more captivated than you had seen him all evening.

You could feel the metal of his rings on your skin, as he ran his hand up your body. It made the little hairs on your neck stand up. Geta noticed how riled up he got you; his hand rested on your breastbone, where he most likely could feel how fast your heart was pumping.

With him sitting on the edge of the bed and you standing right in front of him, your breasts were somewhat unignorable for Geta. He dropped his hand to pull you closer and -to your surprise gently- ran his tongue over your nipple, while his other hand without much hesitation dipped in between your legs.

You gasped, which Geta took as sign to latch his mouth onto your breast, while simultaneously running his thumb over your clit. As nice of a sensation the tongue of the emperor was, his fingers were what made your body feel hot and aching for more.

Geta started to run his middle finger up and down your entrance and for a moment both of your hands landed in his hair. In spite of it all, it suddenly occured to you that you weren’t certain if you were allowed to actually touch the emperor or whether you were just supposed to stand there. The answer came by itself, as you tried to put your arms back to your sides but were stopped by Geta. The hand that held you in place by the small of your back shot up to place your fingers back in his hair. He groaned as you gave his hair a tug and pushed his finger inside of you.

Your breath became shakier as he started to move his hand in a slow rhythm and you felt the pad of his finger run up and down your walls. You steadied yourself with another tug of his hair as he added his index finger inside you.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter with every circle his thumb drew, very jerk of his fingers and every lap his tongue took of your breast. Eventually you felt it come undone and you came with a pathetic sounding moan. It turned into a whimpering cry, as Geta did not cease his movement and kept fingering you through your orgasm.

With a pop, Geta released your now heaving chest from his mouth and examined his work. Your hands were on his shoulders now. He was still fully dressed, something that agitated him now, as he tore the fabrics of his expensive garments down, until they pooled around his waist.

In a few swift motions he pulled the bottom half of his clothes up and revealed his fully erect cock. The sight of it got you excited though you felt sensitive from your previous high. That was obvious as you gasped just from Geta grabbing you by the waist. He grinned, deeply satisfied with the effect he had on you: “I want you to ride me now.”

For just a second, you considered starting to disobey now, but there was a deep dark hunger in his eyes, that made this thought dangerous. You didn’t have much time to put the thought into action anyway, as Geta pulled you closer and gave you no other choice than to place your knees on either side of him on the mattress. While silk was a lovely fabric, it was slippery and you needed a moment to adjust yourself on top of his lap.

“Come on. Sit.” He was getting impatient and when you finally felt secure enough in your positioning you started to align yourself. A sharp exhale escaped Geta’s mouth as you wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly running his tip through your folds.

You pressed your lips together as you started to push him in, the both of you making sounds of ecstasy. Geta’s eyes were glued to the place where his dick disappeared inside of you inch after inch. His brow furrowed slightly as you stopped to adjust yourself to the feeling of him.

“I said sit. Don’t hover.” With light but persistent force you were pushed all the way down until your pelvises were touching and you gave him a high pitched cry. His hand moved down to your clit again, creating friction, which alongside of feeling way too full was overwhelming. You buried your head in his shoulder, whimpering as you got used to all of him.

“I’ve done a lot of the work up until now, haven’t I?” His voice sounded strained, like he was holding back.

“Yes, emperor Geta.”

“Aren’t I kind?”

“Yes, thank you my emperor.”

“Wouldn’t you agree, that it’s your turn now?” Once again, a demand not a question. You nodded while looking into his dark eyes: “Of course, my emperor.”

“Fantastic.” He let his back drop onto the length of the bed, while reaching for your thighs, motivating you to start moving.

Carefully, you placed your hands on his chest for leverage, before lifting yourself off Geta. A mixture of pain and arousal was running through your body. There was no other way than to exhale loudly, while sinking all the way down to the base of his cock again. As if that would magically make space within you.

A few more times you had to move yourself up and down before falling into a rhythmic bounce. Geta watched you with great interest, eyes growing half-lidded and even darker with lust. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to look; from the way you took his cock, to the way your tits bounced alongside the rest of your body, to the way your face contorted when he hit your most sensitive inner spots. The only thing that bothered him, was the way you squeezed your eyes shut at times: “Look at me. Always. And keep your eyes open.”

You were going to give him another proper response. A Yes, my emperor perhaps. Instead, a pathetic little squeak came out and because you did as you were told and kept your eyes on him, you saw the grin on his face.

At this point, any pain you might have felt from inserting Geta has subsided to pleasure. His tip kept scraping your G-spot and it made you desperate. On top of that, Geta’s hands started wandering. He smacked your ass, when he thought you were losing pace, groped your breasts when he particularly liked the way they moved and finally wrapped one of his hands around your throat. You felt light-headed. His rings pressed into your skin as his fingers were switching between applying pressure and releasing.

You were close to cumming again. And whether it was because you got wetter and wetter around Geta’s dick or because your moans were getting more exasperated, he could tell.

He didn’t remain unaffected either, though. His breathing had grown more ragged and whenever your hips stuttered in their perfect rhythm, his eyes found yours and there was something angry and pathetical insatiable. Like you stopping in your track, would kill him.

Keeping pace was getting increasingly difficult as your body grew warmer and the pit in your lower stomach was forming again. You felt sweat droplets run from your neck downward. You felt a final squeeze on your neck. You felt Geta’s other hand under your ass, trying to keep the pace going. You felt the sting of your exhausted legs, that for odd reasons added to the pleasure. You felt the way his dick dipped into every crevice of your insides. And finally you felt an incredible heat as you came again. You stopped your movements completely, something that made Geta whine.

“No. No. You need to keep going.” His voice was more dispair than anger and his arms made you bounce onto him once, twice more before your hands intuitively grabbed onto him, overstimulated.

Geta, in an act of desperation grabbed onto your hips and as if the world around you hadn’t been shaky already, you were suddenly flipped onto your back. He had switched positions with you and was now hovering over you. You hardly had time to orientate, when Geta was onto you.

The pace at which he was now pounding into you was merciless. You threw your head back with a whimper. It was all too much and you felt tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Geta captured your face and embraced you in a kiss. Or something like a kiss, where teeth clashed and noses almost collided.

Much like the way he was thrusting, it felt carnal. Like a primitive need was being fulfilled. The two of you had become a grunting mess of intertangled limbs. Geta’s pace had become irratic as he pressed into you, his body needing paradoxical things. He needed to be touching every inch of yours but also had to move in order to keep the tension that was building up his upcoming release.

With a final guttural moan into your mouth, Geta came and filled you up. And for a moment you stayed like that. Breath heavy, the sweat and release of both of you running into the sheets while Geta was still nestled deeply into you.

Heavy-limbed he removed himself and plopped onto the mattress next to you. You took the moment to allow your heartbeat and breathing to calm down. With a groan you sat up. You felt sore. Everywhere.

Tentatively, you got up from the bed. It was no surprise that your legs felt wobbly and weak, still you massaged your thighs to get them back to normal a bit quicker. Despite the dread, you walked towards the mirror in the corner of the room to give your reflection a quick check. It was as expected. Your hair was a mess. Your lips and chest were bruised with several marks on your breast that were going to turn into hickeys. With disgust you watched your mirror-self and the white liquid that ran down their leg. Ugh.

You turned back to the bed and your discarded clothes and found that Geta was still on it unmoved, watching you intently. He looked pleases with the way you looked. You cleared your throat: “Would you like me to leave you alone, my emperor?”

“No. I wouldn’t like you to do that,” he said bluntly: “I’d like you to come back here and sleep next to me.”

“It would be an honour, but I promised your brother to bring him...” Geta interrupted you with a groan. He propped himself onto his elbows, and looked up to you with raised eyebrows: “Are you fucking my brother?”

A noise escaped your throat. It was hard to define what kind of noise, but the word escape was fitting and it was not an appropriate reaction to the question of an emperor. Geta did not seem to mind, though: “So no. Do you plan on doing so?”

“What?” This was not at all, what you had expected. You couldn’t even fathom where he might have gotten an idea like that from.

“Then why is he getting special treatment?” Geta sounded agitated, almost childish.

“I’m not sure I understand...” You were once again interrupted by him: “You always serve him first. You always buzz around him. He doesn’t even know your name. What do you gain from doing so?”

There is absolutely no way you can tell the truth. Who knows, how the emperor would react, if he knew that you mainly act as an anti-hissy-fit-force.

“I did not do that intentionally, my emperor. I simply work, where my work is required.” He rolled your eyes at your words: “Well, stop. I’m claiming you as mine.”

“Yours?” You repeated it, a mixture of feelings gathering inside of you. It was a delicate thing, being so close to one of the emperors, but on the other hand... you enjoyed the thought of being summoned to his chambers again.

“All mine. Now come back.” He watched you reach for your tunic: “Keep it off. Please.”

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

speaking of professional dx, i think it's important to recognize that professionally dx'd disabled people are at a severe legal disadvantage compared to disabled people who purely self-id; one of the reasons i'm so intensely pro-self-dx and actively advocate for people to self-dx over professional dxing is because professional diagnosis comes with a cavalcade of systemic oppression and violence from the state, no matter what country you're in.

some things that professional diagnosis of a disability might do, depending on what disability and which country you live in:

bar you from adopting children

get your preexisting children removed from your care

bar you from immigration to most countries

open you up to conservatorship or other form of legal guardianship past the age of majority by your parents or other adults who care for your medical needs, without regard for your consent

remove your ability to consent to medical procedures or withhold consent for medical procedures

bar you from accessing gender care (if trans)

obviously, there's plenty of resources that are artificially gatekept behind professional diagnosis, like mobility aids that are only affordable through insurance, prescription medication, testing like blood tests and MRIs, AAC devices, and more. but i think it's important to remember that those of us who need these things aren't necessarily privileged by our professional diagnoses, insomuch as we're forced into a situation where we have to subject ourselves to endless state violence via professional diagnosis in order to have access to those necessary resources.

i think it's particularly important for those of us professionally diagnosed to remember that. there's a tendency in some circles to treat professional diagnosis like it makes us better or more "legitimately disabled" than self-id disabled folks; this isn't true and it's important to remember that we shouldn't feel the need to define ourselves by a thing that actively harms us. plus, just because someone doesn't have a professional diagnosis doesn't mean they don't need the resources that are kept behind it; often it means they can't afford to weather the state violence that comes with the dx, and so instead they have to suffer without medication or aids or testing and have a significantly worse and shorter life because of this. just because they have legal privilege over you doesn't mean they necessarily have social privilege over you or quality-of-life privilege.

[sirfrogsworth]

So, I did know the basic psychology of this. Or I have a good guess at least. But I was too tired and just needed a way to end the post quickly. I am running on fumes nearly all the time and sometimes I just do whatever I need so I can publish something and feel like I accomplished a goal.

But a few people are having issues with what I said.

They mentioned that autistic folks find comfort in repetition and feel like I am calling that sad. I definitely see that as a possible interpretation and I appreciate them mentioning feeling that way.

But I just wanted to use a little bit of energy to address why I don't think I was referring to these normal, healthy coping mechanisms. I mentioned in a reply that my father actually needed to watch the same show over and over because he was too sick to concentrate on something unfamiliar. I get why it can be helpful.

Firstly, I don't know many autistic people who trap everyone they know at a party and play the same 12 songs over and over.

By and large, that aspect was what I found most sad.

But aside from that, I see this repetitive behavior as a very different thing.

In fact, I would say it isn't the behavior itself... it is the *reason* for the behavior.

I see Trump's repetitive behavior more as living in the past, stuck in his ways, being stubborn, and unwilling to try new things. Something I see a lot with elderly conservative folks. They yearn for a better time in the past when they forgot all of the shitty things and only remember happy times. They say music was better in the good old days and refuse to consider any good music could be created outside of that golden age.

Trump is stuck in the 80s and 90s. He was young and healthy and grabbing pussy and fucking models (with and without consent) and going to parties of important people. He was invited to celebrity weddings and was literally Regis Philbin's best friend. Society generally liked him. He was just the goofy rich guy with the hair and many of us thought he was really good at business. Something enhanced by The Apprentice which was heavily edited to make him seem like a business genius. He likes people thinking he is good at business more than he likes being president.

I actually think he hates being president and only ran this time to stay out of jail.

Trump is not well liked as he used to be. No matter how many cult members love and praise him, he remains deeply unhappy. His wife refuses to touch or even kiss him in public. She does this little hand escape thing every time he tries to hold her hand. And when he tries to kiss her she makes him do that French thing where he has to kiss the air near her head.

Every one of his current "friends" is just playing the game. They are hoping their fealty will help them climb the ladder. I doubt he has a single genuine friend left. Except maybe Rudy Guiliani, who turned into a fucking nutball.

He was traumatized from being inches away from death and I think that was the real reason he moved his inauguration inside. A life long New Yorker is pretty well adapted to the cold.

He probably has erectile dysfunction. He is said to need a diaper. People say he smells really bad. Getting old sucks for everyone, but it is devastating to a narcissist of Trump's caliber.

Trump is in a psychological prison of unhappiness and all he has left is his rallies and his parties where he tries to trigger memories of better times. He has the world's thickest nostalgia glasses.

Why do you think he says "Make America Great AGAIN"?

He says he is going to restore the US to its "former glory."

Almost every personal and political goal of his is based on restoring how things used to be. Which is why he so easily fit into the regressive Republican party despite being a New York Democrat for most of his life.

Trump has elderly nostalgia brain and he is stuck in a loop. He is desperately trying to recreate his glory days.

I get why people had an issue with the caption. And I should have waited until I had more energy to clarify.

In the end, this man is stuck in his ways and stupendously uncurious of new things.

And those are terrible traits for a president.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi!

I have a question if i may?

What are some kinks that seem harmless but aren't?

Because a while back I heard that there is the potential to royally screw up if you pull someones hair and i absolutely did not expect that. So now i am curious if there are more kinks like this.

Thx in advance!

hi anon,

god I was so afraid that this was going to be a question asking me to name which kinks are actually morally wrong and inexcusable and if that was the case I was going to have to eat your head off your body, so I'm really glad that this is just a solid good question instead!

the short answer: potentially any of them.

the longer answer: potentially any of them. even the most vanilla sexual practices have the capacity for someone to get hurt if participants aren't careful; please consider all of the "broken hymens" that are actually just vaginal tearing as a result of people with no prior experience not using enough lubricant to have sex comfortably.

once you start adding more complicated actions and accessories into the mix, obviously the potential for injury increases exponentially. hair pulling, biting, scratching, slapping and other forms of impact play, bondage, breath play, primal play, anything involving bodily fluids, playing with fire or electricity or knives - all of that stuff can get you hurt, no matter how knowledgeable and careful you and your partner(s) are. even activities that might take place mostly with words and the imagination, like roleplay and denigration, can cause emotional harm if people's wires get crossed.

this is one of the big reasons why many folks involved in kink have shed the classic SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) in favor of risk aware consensual kink, or rack. the inclusion of the word "safe" may be setting some misleading expectations, so that's been cycled in in favor of "risk aware," meaning participants are expected to be made fully aware of everything that could potentially go wrong so that they can give the most informed consent possible and, hopefully, make plans with their partner(s) for what to do if the worst does come. (many sex educators have pivoted from talking about "safe sex" to "safer" or "protected" sex for similar reasons, as a reminder that things can always go wrong and few forms of protection are guaranteed to work perfectly every time.)

the inherent risk is one of the biggest reasons why it's so important that the kink community has flourishing spaces to meet up, attend workshops and demos, and otherwise learn from more experienced folks who can teach interested newbies the rope (as it were) and help them play as safely as possible.

[halfbloodfics]

sub!snape headcanons :)

{part one}

im working on some sub!snape fics rn (ur requests), but in the mean time... have this

im high. so i apologize if thiss is a mess. pls ignore the grammar or whatever

warnings: NSFW, explicit, smutty (MINORS DNI OR I STG)

alright here we go (virgin, inexperienced, sub!snape)

My headcanons about...

Kissing: I honestly, this is kinda sad, but i imagine that sev was always really scared to be kissed because he thought it would be a prank. The first time you kiss him would have to be somewhere private, for this reason and the fact he hates pda, and you'd have to ask him. (i mean obviously, consent is important folks) but i mean, like literally verbally, "Severus, can I kiss you?" And i think at first his face is just blank, like hes trying to figure out if you're serious, amd he gets all flustered, and blushing and like "i, uh, you want.. are u sure? i.." or he is literally speechless and just nods

Kissing Cont. As the kissing gets more intimate i feel like hed be breathing pretty heavily. we know this man is skilled at occulemency and can control his emotions sooo well.. but when it comes to this... i think that man lets it go and is just a shaky, panting, flustered mess

Teasing: Especially in the beginning, he doesn't like to tease you or make moves. One, he's impatient. Two, he doesn't really know what to do and is scared of doing the wrong thing and messing up. But the second you start kissing on his neck... Running your hands down his body...

Preferences: sub!snape i think def prefers gentle!dom. i don't think he'd be totally against pain or stuff like that... but especially at first and for the most part, imo he would prefer to be taken care of. like lets bffr, his entire life he was neglected, touch starved and forced to always be in control. I think he would crave giving in, letting someone else control him

Prefrences Cont. He keeps his clothes on, especially at first. prob the trauma, mixed with insecurity, mixed with a bunch of other fun stuff. But at first, he is nearly fully clothed.

Kinks: Praise. 100%. And if you asked him before you guys had had sex about praise he probably would've scoffed. But the second you're on top of him the first time, moaning his name, saying how good hes making you feel, how well he's going... I think hes like o h. also slight degredation

Kinks cont. I don't think he'd like to be tied up tbh. as pretty as that'd be.. i think he'd need to touch you, feel you, his hands roaming everywhere. being pinned down by your wrists is different tho

Fav positions: when he's sub! he def likes you riding him, pinning his wrists down, taking what you need from him. he gets to see your whole body.. and relax for once and be a lil selfish in his own pleasure

Oral: sub!snape def prefers to give as opposed to recieving, i think this about dom!snape too, but especially about sub!snape. especially when you ride his face, when he gets to look up at you, watch your face contort in pleasure... especially when you grind down on him, but giving sub!snape head is like, a religious experience fam. on jah, on your jaw, dun dun tiss. yea that man is a shaking, whimpering mess, his hands clawing at the sheets, panting, cursing, begging. yep

His first time: lets be honest guys. he aint lasting long. but i think he would be like THIS? is what its like? and then proceed to overexhaust himself by going ten times because how in the world had he never felt this before.

misc.

he never used to touch himself much, insecurity and yk depression, but since you... whenever you're gone... he fucks his pillows yep i said it.

he def likes to edged, and having to beg for it. idk why, but i'd die on this hill.

he blushes so easy. like so easy. the man is so pale, one compliment or small kiss and his face is red

he's relatively quiet. he's verbal, but doesn't moan very loud. more so whispers, begs, quietly.. especially at first when he's more shy. but when he starts to get desperate, maybe after a lil bit of edging... he whimpers when he cums and thats just the truth

but if you compliment those whimpers.. tell him how much it turns you on.. he'll let them out even more

building on that, he wants to please you. be good for you. know that he's doing it right. in a horny way and also in a kinda emotional like.. she really does want me look at how shes reacting kinda way

loves to watch your face when he's making you cum

the first time you pull his hair hes like oh....

needs a lil extra aftercare after being sub! cause its a very vulnerable thing for him.. but his fav is just to lie there, cuddle you, bonus points if you praise him and tell him how proud you are of him

this was shameless.

cheerio xx

[thejollywriter]

IT'S TIME TO LAUNCH THE BOOK

WELCOME FRIENDS, TO THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE! Allow me to introduce to you, DELILAH JONES; free-lance Robin Hood and bad-ass extraordinaire.

In the cyberpunk future of The Redwood Files, Delilah Jones is half film-noire private detective, and half western-gunslinger, who rides into a lawless town and fights the bullies and the bastards that hurt innocent folks.

This anthology contains SIX, count 'em SIX short stories and novellas detailing Delilah's Adventures.

Through a Dream, Lethally; When tech CEO Michael Lense decides to hijack the soft-RAM in his employees heads in order to make people do his bidding, things can get awful, FAST. Being forced, without your consent, to be an assassin or a thief or a sex worker, and more. But Lense also has the city under-thumb. Only Delilah's got the brute force to break Lense's control, and free the city from his cruel influence.

Happy Endings, Guaranteed; Delilah has a partner, and after a long day of nonsense, is looking forward to visiting them at work to unwind. Only to get to the club where her partner works, and discover that they've been KIDNAPPED! Delilah races around the city, squaring up with every underworld hard-ass she comes across following every lead to find her partner. Except nothing is what it seems, and a simple (but tragic) kidnapping turns out to be way more nefarious than Delilah expected. . .

Delilah's Heart; recovering from the last adventure weeks later, Delilah meets a handsome butch at a dive bar. Things between the two show promise, but the butch gets called back to work by an abusive bastard who violates and exploits his employees. The butch asks Delilah for help, and as she digs into it, discovers a deeply connected mafia bookmaker who uses that underground protection to kill and exploit people without fear of consequences. Delilah's the only one who can bring justice down on this bastard, but it threatens a gang war if she does. . .

Gutter Medicine; a gang of outta-town skinheads robs an impoverished clinic in a rough neighborhood. Delilah digs into the theft, and promises to recover the medicine, only to discover that the outta-towners are stirring up trouble to pave the way for an invasion from the South. A Kingpin from Los Angeles is hungry for expansion, and Redwood is fertile ground. Unless Delilah can stop the gang, and convince the Kingpin it'd be too expensive to expand beyond the safe borders of LA.

Restitution; Delilah's robbing a rich billionaire's museum-like mansion one night when she's caught by an unlikely sentry, a very old man who'd had plans of trying to embarrass the billionaire for reneging on a deal, and leaving the old man destitute. Delilah invites him to tell his story, and she volunteers to see justice done, according to Delilah's exacting standards.

In a Name?; every trans person's name comes from a personal place and an intimate choice. This story is about a young thief, with big dreams and a hard head, how she picked her name, and the day she was reborn into Delilah-fucking-Jones.

These stories have literally been years in the making. Some of them are personal, all of them are personal favorites, and this anthology is a collection I've worked very hard on.

Genre fiction is deeply important to me, and I love bringing queer characters to this space. Every story published in this book appeared first, both as ideas and in rough-and-final drafts on my patreon.

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thank you for your support, and happy reading <3

[sunny-day-jack-official]

URGENT! Stop KOSA!

Hey all, this is BáiYù and Sauce here with something that isn't necessarily SnaccPop related, but it's important nonetheless. For those of you who follow US politics, The Kids Online Safety Act passed the Senate yesterday and is moving forward.

This is bad news for everyone on the internet, even outside of the USA.

What is KOSA?

While it's officially known as "The Kids Online Safety Act," KOSA is an internet censorship masquerading as another "protect the children" bill, much in the same way SESTA/FOSTA claimed that it would stop illegal sex trafficking but instead hurt sex workers and their safety. KOSA was originally introduced by Sen. Edward Markey, D-Mass. and Bill Cassidy, R-La. as a way to update the 1998 Children’s Online Privacy Act, raising the age of consent for data collection to 16 among other things. You can read the original press release of KOSA here, while you can read the full updated text of the bill on the official USA Congress website.

You can read the following articles about KOSA here:

EFF: The Kids Online Safety Act is Still A Huge Danger to Our Rights Online

CyberScoop: Children’s online safety bills clear Senate hurdle despite strong civil liberties pushback

TeenVogue: The Kids Online Safety Act Would Harm LGBTQ+ Youth, Restrict Access to Information and Community

The quick TL;DR:

KOSA authorizes an individual state attorneys general to decide what might harm minors

Websites will likely preemptively remove and ban content to avoid upsetting state attorneys generals (this will likely be topics such as abortion, queerness, feminism, sexual content, and others)

In order for a platform to know which users are minors, they'll require a more invasive age and personal data verification method

Parents will be granted more surveillance tools to see what their children are doing on the web

KOSA is supported by Christofascists and those seeking to harm the LGBTQ+ community

If a website holding personally identifying information and government documents is hacked, that's a major cybersecurity breach waiting to happen

What Does This Mean?

You don't have to look far to see or hear about the violence being done to the neurodivergent and LGBTQ+ communities worldwide, who are oftentimes one and the same. Social media sites censoring discussion of these topics would stand to do even further harm to folks who lack access to local resources to understand themselves and the hardships they face; in addition, the fact that websites would likely store personally identifying information and government documents means the death of any notion of privacy.

Sex workers and those living in certain countries already are at risk of losing their ways of life, living in a reality where their online activities are closely surveilled; if KOSA officially becomes law, this will become a reality for many more people and endanger those at the fringes of society even worse than it already is.

Why This Matters Outside of The USA

I previously mentioned SESTA/FOSTA, which passed and became US law in 2018. This bill enabled many of the anti-adult content attitudes that many popular websites are taking these days as well as the tightening of restrictions laid down by payment processors. Companies and sites hosted in the USA have to follow US laws even if they're accessible worldwide, meaning that folks overseas suffer as well.

What Can You Do?

If you're a US citizen, contact your Senators and tell them that you oppose KOSA. This can be as an email, letter, or phone call that you make to your state Senator.

For resources on how to do so, view the following links:

https://www.badinternetbills.com/#kosa

https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://linktr.ee/stopkosa

If you live outside of the US or cannot vote, the best thing you can do is sign the petition at the Stop KOSA website, alert your US friends about what's happening, and raise some noise.

Above all else, don’t panic. By staying informed by what’s going on, you can prepare for the legal battles ahead.

[ceilidho]

This is in no way of hating but i want to know why do you enjoy writing noncon/rape? When I first downloaded tumblr which was couple of months ago i was surprised by the amount of noncon fics here. I eventually came to enjoy them which makes me question myself. Whenever i read a noncon fic and enjoy it i feel like im betraying women who actually went through those traumatic events. Plus I actually don't really like dark romance books? I love cod dead dove and that is mainly because i really love the characters and the authors are so talented. I rambled so much and i hope you don't get this in the wrong way i don't mean to hate AT ALL i love the stuff you write. Maybe i shouldn't think too much and let myself enjoy what im reading lol

first of all, no worries! i wasn't sure about your tone/intentions at first, but by the end i was totally fine with the question.

i actually don't mind talking about this stuff - i just sometimes avoid it on main because i prefer chatting about it privately.

second, i'm no psychologist or sociologist, so i probably won't be able to give you the most satisfactory answer, but i think there are a lot of different reasons. i can only name a few. one thing i should mention right off the bat is that rape fantasies are very normal (and this is true whether you're a survivor of SA or not) and writing/reading fiction can be a safe way to process those thoughts/feelings.

one of prevailing reasons is, of course, that many survivors of SA use noncon/dubcon literature/art as a way of processing their experiences and taking ownership of their trauma.

and look, people are going to go back and forth on this point (i've seen it all before - many people refuse to believe that engaging with noncon lit/art is helpful, and in fairness, it's NOT helpful for everyone because every person is different), but at the end of the day, if a survivor tells you "writing/reading this was helpful in my recovery" then that's that!

additionally, for many women and non-binary folk (i can only speak as a cis woman, but i'm sure this is a shared lived experience across many different people), we're also taught from a very young age to suppress our sexual desires / that being open about our sexuality is morally reprehensible and shameful. and a lot of people carry that shame for years, impacting them well into adulthood. so dubcon/noncon fantasies can be a way of being able to enjoy sexual scenarios where you don't have to be the initiator, thus taking away some of the emotional weight and shame.

plus, at the end of the day (and im sure many people will disagree with this take, it's something that i'm still figuring out myself), there is a kind of weird underlying consent implicit in dark fics. like, you might be reading a fic or novel that's ostensibly noncon, but you're also actively seeking out that literature (hopefully it's not just sprung on you - i do very much agree with tagging to the fullest extent and my lukewarm take is that I think all books, even traditionally published ones, should come with content/trigger warnings too).

there are a medley of reasons why someone might write or read dark fiction/dark romance. again, i'm just one person and i can only speak from my own experience!

i think at the end of the day, the important thing to realize is that fiction is fake, and as long as the writer appropriately tags their work and ensures that the audience is aware of what they're getting into when they start reading, they're not coercing the reader into something they aren't prepared for.

and it's totally fine if you have limits (like, you can read and enjoy dubcon, but not noncon) or can't engage with the material at all, but it's also unfair to say that it reflects someone's real life values - the same way that we don't say that the people who enjoy crime fiction must love murder.

and the last thing i want to say because this got a bit out of hand lol, is that, yes, for some people dark fiction is genuinely harmful, whether or not they're a survivor. it's not for everyone and that's completely fine and i'm aware of that, which is why i agree that you should tag as much as possible (even if you feel like you're overdoing it sometimes), but someone else's discomfort doesn't give them the right to tell you how to process your own emotions/experiences/desires/etc.

as long as no one's getting hurt, there's no issue as far as i'm concerned. and sorry but, no one's getting hurt by reading a fic or a novel unless the author didn't give proper content warnings - if you "forgot" to read the tags or read anyway DESPITE being warned, im sorry but that's life.