#content creators support campaign

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[faerieyuri]

i've had so many conversations with people in fandom/creators' circles who are genuinely afraid to make the stories or art they want because they fear (often with good reason!) that their friends might kick them out of their circles, or worse, launch a public harassment campaign against them.

as someone recovering from this fear-based mindset, i want to affirm:

- friends who use implicit or explicit threats to maintain social control are not your friends

- communities that monitor your social media and ao3 to surveil you for perceived transgressive content are not safe communities

- the vast majority of people are NOT going to hate you if you make the art you want

- if you find yourself in a friend group that makes you feel afraid to speak your mind, it's in your interest to disentangle yourself from that group as quickly as possible

- real, honest disagreements between friends can be solved respectfully without the use of public shaming

- if you're feeling afraid in a community, it's likely that others are feeling afraid too. support your friends who may be struggling to leave an abusive fan or creative community, and let them know you're a safe person to voice doubts and disagreement to.

- if you're feeling like you'll never find a safer community of people, i promise there are others who feel that way too. it may take some time, but you'll find people who treat you and your ideas with respect. a good place to start is the people who make the type of art that you admire but that you're too afraid to make yourself.

ok that's all, take care of each other and be nice 💜

[justinsentertainmentcorner]

Amanda Marcotte at Salon (06.02.2025):

History will no doubt look upon the outcome of the Johnny Depp v. Amber Heard with the same skepticism now applied to O.J. Simpson's 1995 acquittal after charges of his killing his wife and her friend. The 2022 trial, in which Depp sued Heard for defamation after she made anonymous allusions to domestic violence in a 2018 Washington Post op-ed, was a farce — by design. Depp hired publicist Melissa Nathan, who famously bragged she could "bury anyone," to seed social media networks with misogynist rumors about Heard, who had been 25 when she started dating the 48-year-old movie star. The New York Times later reported on Nathan's alleged tactics, based on court documents from a similar campaign against actress Blake Lively. The strategy, according to the Times, is "waging a largely undetectable smear campaign in the digital era," which succeeded when "online criticism of the actress skyrocketed." The evidence in Depp v. Heard, in a sane world, should have favored Heard. His claim to damages was that Heard's op-ed led to him losing his lead role in "Pirates of the Caribbean." A Disney executive denied this on the witness stand, and Depp's longtime talent agent testified that Depp's erratic behavior was what soured his reputation on set. As Jessica Winter at the New Yorker wrote during the trial, Heard produced "a trove of text messages, witness statements, and photos of injuries — which, she says, corroborate her allegations of abuse." Depp had previously sued a British tabloid for calling him a "wife-beater," and he lost, even though British law favors plaintiffs in defamation cases to an outrageous degree. The judge described Heard's side of the story as "substantially true."

[...] As that last sentence suggests, the case ended up being tried in the court of public opinion, where the preposterous story that Depp was the real victim took hold. Instructions to the jurors to ignore the crescendo of support for Depp outside the courtroom didn't matter, leading to a $15 million judgment in his favor. It's not clear how much of the pro-Depp clamor was seeded by his hired guns, but in the end, they were pushing on an open door. As journalist Kat Tenbarge reported for NBC at the time, content creators for TikTok and YouTube found that spreading sexist rumors about Heard was like printing money. There was an immense amount of public hunger in 2022 to forget all the lessons of the #MeToo movement, and instead fall back into the comfortable belief that sexism is a myth, women just make up stories for attention, and it's accused men who are the real victims. 

This week is the third anniversary of the day that a jury favored Depp over Heard. Looking back, the whole situation can be read as a portent for the 2024 election of Donald Trump. The public outpouring of support for Depp reflected a widespread willingness to choose self-delusion over facing hard truths, especially about the dangers of male domination. For a lot of people, it's exhausting hearing about how many women are beaten, raped, killed, harassed, and otherwise oppressed. It can feel much easier to believe it's all just made up. It's simpler to believe that ours is a just system, even as men still hold the lion's share of power and money. It's comforting to imagine that men react to all their privilege with grace and gratitude, and ignore the reality where all too many abuse women because they can. Trump was selling the same message to his voters: Wouldn't it be easier to live in a fantasy where patriarchy is all kittens and rainbows? Isn't it easier to live in the lie than confront the hard truth?

[...] The far-right website Daily Wire spent an astonishing amount of money promoting anti-Heard propaganda during the trial, which confused many people at the time. The Daily Wire is a political outfit, so why would they care about celebrity gossip that doesn't seem to have any partisan value to it? But they understood that Heard v. Depp did benefit Republicans, especially Trump. The entire circus was useful for convincing people that it's okay to choose disinformation over the truth, especially when the facts make you feel bad. It all goes back to George Orwell's insight with the "two-minute hate" in "1984." Self-delusion takes practice. Defending Depp was boot camp for the real test: supporting the lie that Donald Trump would make a fine president. 

The Depp v. Heard trial ended up being a decent predictor of the increased support for Trump in 2024 among young males.

[doctorwhoniverse]

Yaz: What’s your idea of a perfect date?

13: That’s a tough one. I’d have to say April 24th. Because it’s not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket.

[distastefulsideboob]

As radfems I think we need to be more comfortable calling Liberal sex worker women class traitors.

Obviously I'm not speaking about women who've been trafficked or groomed into the industry, but the women who have made an informed choice to join the industry from a privileged position for personal profit whilst actively contributing towards women's sexual objectification.

I saw an tiktok about a woman who was disciplined in the workplace for wearing an outfit that was "inappropriate". The picture displayed an attractive woman in her mid twenties with a curvaceous figure, the dress itself while form fitting was full coverage. I've experienced a similar situation so I had a lot of sympathy.

And yet when I clicked on her tiktok to see if there were updates about the situation, I saw multiple videos of her being "confronted" by a voiceless HR woman, in outfits that got progressively more revealing. It turned out this woman was an OnlyFans creator who had fabricated this situation to drive traffic to her page, showed videos of her in lingerie in her "office" and videos of her being groped at her desk by a faceless male "coworker." Her office job was nothing more than set dressing for her to film her adult content. Yet she performed as a woman experiencing sexual harassment and discrimination by her workplace, something that truly happens to millions of women at some point in their careers.

This is just one of many examples of sex workers fetishising real life situations that happen to women. There are many more examples of women who style themselves to emulate teenagers or children, who make content simulating being assaulted or raped.

And yet I'm supposed to support these women? The woman who deliberately talk over impoverished trafficked women, and use their platforms to campaign against regulations such as the Nordic model that would make the industry safer because it would impact their revenue? The women who tout the industry as being empowering and glamorous to teenage girls, and encourage them to join? (Don't forget that OnlyFans has an affiliate programme where you can sign up under another creator while they gain a percentage of your earnings, similar to an MLM.)

I'm tired of saying I'm against the industry but supportive of sex workers. I am supportive of women and girls who are victims of the industry but I refuse to pander to women who will gleefully participate in an industry that dehumanises all women whilst using feminism as a get out of jail free card.

[armoricaroyalty]

Why is the Sims community boycotting Curseforge?

I've seen a lot of posts going around calling on Simmers to stop using Curseforge, a modding platform that enables creators to monetize their downloads, with plenty of outrage directed toward modders and CC-makers who are still on the platform. But I've also seen a lot of people who are confused about why there are calls for a boycott.

Curseforge is owned by Overwolf, a company that is donating money to the IDF in support of its ongoing genocide against the Palestinian people.

In late October/early November, Overwolf posted a graphic on their social media asking followers to "defend our defenders" by contributing financially to a fundraising drive for the IDF. They were met with backlash and quickly took the graphic down, replacing it with one that used language about raising money for "those affected by the violence in Gaza" (my phrasing may be inexact) but the money is still going to the IDF and not to any agency actually supporting civilians or doing humanitarian work.

You can see the original graphic on this change.org petition, which provides some additional context.

If you are using Curseforge in any way -- by hosting your content there or downloading from it -- you are giving money to a company that is raising funds for an ongoing military campaign against a civilian population.

This is why people are calling for a boycott. If you are a modder or CC maker for the Sims, you should remove all of your content from the website and redirect people to other DL sources. If you are a consumer of mods and CC, you should stop clicking curseforge links and send (polite!) messages to modders and CC makers to urge them to pull their content from the site.

ETA: Here's another link with more images of the original Overwolf Tweet!

[dreamsmearcampaign]

This Is A Smear Campaign: Open Your Eyes

Many of you have most likely seen this post (x) detailing how to spot a smear campaign. But, recognizing the signs is difficult for many who are already entrenched. With OP’s permission (x), we’ve gone through the 7 major steps of a smear campaign and documented how this situation is a smear campaign designed to unjustly hurt a victim.

How to spot a smear campaign

Victim’s “crimes” (x)(x) are enlarged: even small missteps are treated as if only the worst person on the planet would do such a thing

Accusations against the victim are a reach, aka, victim did ‘this little thing’ but it actually means they’re a misogynist/pedophile/Tr*mp supporter/homophobe (x), even when the victim’s actions never conformed to those crimes (x)(x)

Victim’s actions are misinterpreted (x) in the worst possible way: anything the victim has done was taken as an offense and intentions are read as hostile and manipulative, regardless of how clear they are (x)

Victim’s actions have been taken out of context (x); ie, victim said something cruel to someone (x), but they take out the context of the victim being abused, threatened, forced into defense mode (x) and finally attacking out of desperation (x) to defend themselves (x) and get free

Victim commonly gets provoked into giving a bad reaction (x), (anyone gets defensive if they’re accused of the crimes (x)(x) they never did, or simply triggering insults until they snap), and the reaction has always been the new ‘proof’ that the victim is in fact, evil and guilty

A lot of pressure has been put on fans to react ‘correctly’ to the smear campaign; if fans don’t accept to demonize the victim at once, fans get scrutinized, shamed for their lack of morality, told that they support all these horrid things and that they are just as despicable (x)(x)

Trends of people have banded together based on their demonization (x)(x)(x) of the victim; they’ve set a standard where you’re accepted and welcome if only you also will demonize and hate the victim, and if you don’t, you’re blocked, cast out, and accused of causing harm

Over 20 sources from this week alone depict how Tommy and Tubbo are heading a smear campaign against Dream.

This is most likely not intentional. The initial smear campaign is suspected to have started in 2021 by an alt-right chat room (x). But, their actions are negligent and hurtful to an undeserving person. Their disregard for the consequences of their actions have led to threats against Dream and Dream fans and family. 

This is not okay.

So, how do you prevent it from happening again?

Do not fall for smear campaigns. 

If a large number of people agree that a person is the worst, but their story is exaggerated, out of context, sounds fictional, and doesn’t show any proof, and the people switch from being enraged to eager, doubt it. Participating in a smear campaign will help the abusers isolate and abuse someone, and you do not want to be a part of it. They will also smear anyone who stands up to their abuse, so you’re helping the abusers to create a place where pointing out abuse gets you cast out of the community

In the case of Dream, refrain from making false posts about Dream. Even jokes, like those made by Harry, Aimsey, and Tommy, have led to child endangerment. Call out creators for their misbehavior: educate them on why a joke is in ill-tase. And, if they don’t respond, boycott their content. There are lovely creators who are making great series you can watch right now (like Hermitcraft, Empires SMP, etc). Make your voice heard by taking away their voice.

In Tommy’s video, he said he can admit when he “[fucks] up.” If that is true, he should apologize for, whether intentionally or unintentionally, engaging in a tactical scheme to hurt a person. The same goes for Tubbo and his fans. Recognize the actions you’ve caused. Realize what your words do. Apologize, and move on.

We thank you all for educating yourselves: have a good night :)

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[ellipsus-writes]

Each week (or so), we'll highlight the relevant (and sometimes rage-inducing) news adjacent to writing and freedom of expression. This week:

Inkitt’s AI-powered fiction factory

Inkitt started in the mid-2010s as a cozy platform where anyone could share their writing. Fast forward twenty twenty-fuckkkkk, and like most startups, it’s pivoted hard into AI-fueled content production with the soul of an algorithm.

Pictured: Inkitt preparing human-generated work for an AI-powered flume ride to The Unknown.

Here’s how it works: Inkitt monitors reader engagement with tracking software, then picks popular stories to publish on its premium app, Galatea. From there, stories can get spun into sequels, spinoffs, or adapted for GalateaTV… often with minimal author involvement. Authors get an undisclosed cut of revenue, but for most, it’s a fraction of what they’d earn with a traditional publisher (let alone self-publishing).

“'They prey on new writers who have no idea what they’re doing,' said the writer of one popular Galatea series."

Many, many authors have side-eyed or outright decried the platform as inherently predatory for years, due to nebulous payout promises. And much of the concern centers on contracts that don’t require authors’ consent for editorial changes or AI-generated “additions” to the original text.

Now, Inkitt has gone full DiSrUpTiOn, leaning heavily on generative AI to ghostwrite, edit, generate audiobook narration, and design covers, under the banner of “democratizing storytelling.” (AI? In my democratized storytelling platform? It’s more likely than you think.)

Pictured: Inkitt’s CEO looking at the most-read stories.

But Inkitt’s CEO doesn’t seem too concerned about what authors think: “His business model doesn’t need them.”

The company recently raised $37 million, with backers including former CEOs of Sony, Penguin, and HarperCollins, proving once again that publishing loves a disruptor… as long as it disrupts creatives, not capital. And more AI companies are mushrooming up to chase the same vision: “a vision of human-created art becoming the raw material for AI-powered, corporate-owned content-production machines—a scenario in which humans would play an ever-shrinking role.”

(Not to say we predicted this, but…)

Welcome to the creator-industrial complex.

Publishers to AI: Stop stealing our stuff (please?)

Major publishers—including The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Guardian, and Vox Media—have launched a "Support Responsible AI" campaign, urging the U.S. government to regulate AI's use of copyrighted content.

Like last month's campaigns by the Authors Guild and the UK's Society of Authors, there's a website where where you can (and should!) contact your representatives to say, “Hey, maybe stop letting billion-dollar tech giants strip-mine journalism.”

The campaign’s ads carry slogans like “Stop AI Theft” and “AI Steals From You Too” and call for legislation that would force AI companies to pay for the content they train on and clearly label AI-generated content with attribution. This follows lobbying by OpenAI and Google to make it legal to scrape and train on copyrighted material without consent.

The publishers assert they are not explicitly anti-AI, but advocate for a “fair” system that respects intellectual property and supports journalism.

But… awkward, The Washington Post—now owned by Jeff Bezos—has reportedly already struck a deal with OpenAI to license and summarize its content. So, mixed signals.

Still, as the campaign reminds us: “Stealing is un-American.”

(Unless it’s profitable.)

#WarForever

We at Ellipsus love a good meme-turned-megaproject. Back in January, the-app-formerly-known-as-Twitter user @lolt64 tweeted a cryptic line about "the frozen wastes of europa,” the earliest reference to the never-ending war on Jupiter’s icy moon.

A slew of bleak dispatches from weary, doomed soldiers entrenched on Europa’s ice fields snowballed (iceberged?) into a sprawling saga, yes-and-ing with fan art, vignettes, and memes under the hashtag #WarForever.

It’s not quite X’s answer to Goncharov: It turns out WarForever is some flavor of viral marketing for a tabletop RPG zine. But the internet ran with it anyway, with NASA playing the Scorcese of the stars.

In a digital hellworld increasingly dominated by AI slopification, data harvesting, and “content at scale,” projects like WarForever are a blessed reminder that creativity—actual, human creativity—perseveres.

Even on a frozen moon. Even here.

Let us know if you find something other writers should know about, (or join our Discord and share it there!)

- The Ellipsus Team xo

[clarkeysbedchem]

white lace teasing

arthur hill x fem reader x george clarke

summary: george and arthur insist on coming to a photoshoot with you, only to be met with a surprise.

warnings: mature content (18+ only)

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a/n: i fear i might’ve got a little carried away… anyways everyone say thank you mitchie for this request bc i loved it <333

content warnings: threesome, cream-pie, oral (f recieving), fingering, unprotected sex - if ive missed any let me know

You had accomplished a lot in your career as a content creator, and you were proud of each accomplishment. From brand deals to paid partnerships, to appearing reality tv shows, you were proud of it all. But this felt different. This was the moment everything had led up to.

Being the face of the Skims summer collection.

Not a just brand campaign. Not a silly little YouTube thumbnail. A full production level photoshoot for a lingerie line. And you were going to be on the forefront of it. You had been practically vibrating with excitement ever since the offer came through.

And of course, when you told Arthur and George, two of your best mates, they practically demanded to come with you.

“We’re literally your biggest supporters,” George said.

Arthur added, “Yeah, we need to be there to hype you up.”

So, they joined you. Not knowing what kind of shoot they were walking into. They assumed that it was just for the clothing, it never crossed their minds that you’d be modelling in sheer lingerie for the world to see.

And that made it all the better.

Because the second you stepped out of hair and makeup wearing a sheer babydoll dress, your tits showing through the fabric and the faint outline of the beige thong you had been given peeking out, the room shifted. It wasn’t just the production crew that fell silent, but so did Arthur and George.

You watched them shifting in their seats, both trying so hard to not to gape at you.

But the way your body moved with ease under the photographer’s direction – arching here, turning there, eyes sultry, lips parted – you could feel their eyes burning into your skin. Every so often, you let your gaze flicker to the corner of the studio where your boys sat and they were frozen, lips parted, eyes glued to you like they weren’t sure whether to be concerned, impressed, or aroused.

By the end of the shoot, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Even with your normal clothes back on and makeup still perfect from the artists, you felt unstoppable. So with the lingerie packed neatly in a branded tote bag, you made your way back to the boy's flat with George and Arthur following a few paces behind you, both of them uncharacteristically quiet.

And when you got to the flat, things didn’t change. They both sat stiff on the couch fidgeting and refusing to look at you.

They were avoiding eye contact like the plague, every time you spoke to them, they’d flinch away as if you were diseased, or maybe it was because they had just seen every inch of your body wrapped in lace and silk.

So, you did what you do best, and you teased them.

Soft, light touches when you would walk past them on the sofa. A slight wiggle of your hips when you bent over to grab your phone from the floor, knowing exactly what they can see from that angle. When you flopped down on the sofa, you draped your bare legs over their thighs feeling them harden and squirm.

Then an idea hit you.

You pushed yourself up from the sofa, grabbing the tote bag from the table and holding it up with a grin, “Hey,” you cooed sweetly, “Wanna help me pick which set looked best on me?”

Arthur choked on his drink spluttering it everywhere looking like a dear in headlights, and George looked over at you wide-eyed.

“What?”

“C’mon,” you grinned, already walking toward the hallway, “Be honest. I value your feedback. I trust you.”

Neither of them spoke as you disappeared down the hall clicking the door closed behind you. Within a few minutes, you re-emerged wearing the first set: a white satin slip with lace frilling the edges as it hugged your curves like a second skin.

You twirled slowly for them, “Well?”

All Arthur could do was stare in awe. George blinked slowly rolling his tongue over his lips leaning back into the couch (not so) subtly bringing a cushion onto his lap.

“Jesus Christ,” Arthur muttered under his breath, dragging his hand over his face.

You smiled at them, moving your hips slightly, “Is that a yes?”

Both of the boys nodded instantly, their eyes devouring your figure as you spun around making your way back to Arthur’s room.

You changed again. And again. Each time coming out bolder, more confident, slower in your steps, watching their reactions as if it was the only thing that mattered – because it was.

Then you stepped out in the softest baby pink set. A cropped corset that hugged your tits deliciously and a string thong that left very little to the boy's imagination. You looked so delicate and sweet and deceptively innocent as you bounced over to them, making your way to Arthur first.

You slotted yourself between his legs where he was sprawled out on the sofa. His eyes glued on your thighs, your chest, anywhere but your face.

“Feel how soft this one is,” you muttered, reaching for his hand and guiding it upward.

His palm cupped around your breast through the fabric. His touch hesitant and warm.

He froze under you, “Y-Yeah, that’s, that’s really soft,” he stuttered, voice cracking halfway through.

You leaned in closer, lips brushing his cheek before you pulled back turning to George,

“Want to feel too?” you asked coyly.

He nodded, his jaw bit tight and eyes dark.

You grabbed his hand too, bring it to your waist this time, guiding his fingers over the lace trim.

He exhaled a sharp breath, “Yeah. Fuck.”

Then, without another word, you skipped away down the hall to grab the next set.

Behind you, in the silence of the living room, Arthur and George just sat there, staring at each other.

“What the actual fuck,” Arthur muttered.

George’s hand pulled through his hair, “We’re in so much trouble.”

You didn’t even think twice before putting on the next set you had laid out. Yeah, you could’ve chose something a little safer – but where was the fun in that?

Instead, you stepped into the white lace bodysuit, spinning slightly in the full-length mirror in the corner of Arthur’s room. The piece was basically transparent, the fabric so fine that every inch of you was on display. It was the kind of piece you used to look at and wonder if you would ever have the confidence to wear it.

But now? You weren’t just wearing it; it was like it was made for you.

You sauntered out of the bedroom casually, feet padding on their wooden floor, as if this was something you did on a day-to-day basis. The boys looked up lazily at first expecting another slow twirl, another smirk.

But when they saw what you were wearing?

Arthur blinked hard, straightening up gawking at you. George’s posture straightened, his hands gripping onto his jeans. Their eyes dragging down getting lower before they both even realised what they were looking at.

“Holy.” Arthur choked.

George cursed under his breath.

You didn’t say a word as you padded silently across the room, eyes half-lidded. Carefully, you slid yourself right onto the edge of the couch, propping yourself between them.

One hand reaches out for Arthur. The other for George.

They both gave in instantly.

You guided them down your body, slowly and deliberately, over your hips, letting their fingertips brush the lace, teasing them closer and closer until they felt exactly what they were missing.

No barrier. Nothing stopping them.

You hear the sharp inhale that George tried to conceal. You felt Arthur’s fingers twitch against your folds. Their hands now cupped right between your legs, and the tension in the room growing unbearable.

You exhaled like this was the most normal thing in the world, “Thoughts?”

Neither one of them moved.

They were too enamored by you, their hands frozen in place, completely undone by how effortlessly you had flipped the dynamic on them.

“We could do like our own photoshoot,” you suggested, voice low and smooth as you leaned into them “Or video shoot. Y’know Just the three of us?”

Arthur groaned, the sound coming out low and strained, “You’re gonna kill us.”

George’s eyes were screwed tight as he spoke, “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

You smiled sweetly, tilting your head, “Don’t I?”

You pulled away, leaving both their hands empty and cold, slowly rising to your feet, hips swaying as you headed back down the hallway once again.

This time, you didn’t close the door all the way, leaving it open slightly.

And when you glanced back at them over your shoulder, watching the boys sit completely still their hands clenched at they sides, eyes locked on the hallway like they were debating whether they should follow you.

Whether they should cross the line that none of you will come back from.

God, you hoped that they would.

A few seconds had passed, a few incoherent murmurs were heard from the living room and then you heard the soft creak of the couch and quiet footsteps echoing down the hall, a slow smile curved onto your lips.

They followed you. Of course they did.

You were stood in the middle of Arthur’s bedroom, back to the door, still dressed in that white lace bodysuit. The light from the hallway shone a gentle glow across the room, spilling in just enough to illuminate your bare skin, making you glow like a warning sign.

You didn’t turn to face them when the door clicked shut, “Couldn’t stay away, hm?” you teased, softly reaching up to slip the thin straps down your shoulders.

There was a pause.

Then Arthur’s voice, thick and low: “Not a fucking chance.”

You felt George before could you see him, his fingers brushing lightly over your bare shoulders, sliding the straps down your arms. His breath fanning against your neck sending a shudder through your core.

“You have no idea what you’ve just started,” he muttered.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch just enough to provoke him.

Arthur appeared in front you in seconds, both of them crowding you. His hands finding your hips in a firm and controlling grip. George grabbed your jaw moving your head to face him, your glistening eyes locking on his dark ones, before following along the line of his tight jaw.

A hiss fell from your lips as his fingers brushed your inner thigh just beneath the edge of lace.

“You’ve been driving us mad,” Arthur murmured into the skin of your collarbone, his voice thick with need.

“Fucking mental,” George adds, his touch climbing higher.

You look between them, breath shaky but eyes lit with a fire.

“Then do something about it.”

George’s mouth crashed onto yours in a hungry unrelenting kiss, while Arthur dragged his hands up your stomach, finding your breast again, his touch more confident this time as his fingers curled around the plush skin like it belonged to him. You moaned into George’s mouth, knees starting to buckle under the electricity passing between the three of you.

They guided you back to the bed. George’s hands never leaving the backs of your thighs, Arthur’s lips attacking every inch of your neck. You fell back against the pillows with a soft laugh, flushed and trembling as they took a step back, only for a second, so they could admire you.

Dressed in lace, legs parted, eyes begging for them.

“Holy fuck,” Arthur cursed, completely breathless, “You’re perfect.”

George exhaled, hands already tugging off his shirt, “You’re gonna ruin us.”

You smiled pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, dragging your finger down your sternum, “Good.”

And when they move again it was a shared hunger that melded with their quiet desperation. Arthur leaned down kissing you deeply savouring every second swallowing your sounds as George’s calloused hands slide between your thighs. Every touch felt like they had both been waiting for this moment far longer than they’ll ever admit.

They weren’t holding back anymore.

Arthur’s mouth was everywhere. Your jaw, your collarbone, your shoulder leaving a trail of marks and heat in his wake. His fingers gripped your waist harshly, and you knew it would bruise but you didn’t care. The feeling of him being this close sent your stomach in a whirlwind. And Arthur couldn’t quite believe you were real, spread beneath him like this, letting him do whatever he pleased.

George’s movements were slower, more deliberate, trailing sweet kisses down your thigh, looking up at you watching every slight change in your expression like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Their hands met on occasion, overlapping on your skin, brushing, squeezing in silent frustration that they weren’t alone with you. And yet, neither one moved to stop the other.

It was messy. It was overwhelming. It was perfect.

“Fuck,” George muttered as he finally peeled away the lace at your hips, exposing your glistening heat. His breath hitched audibly, and Arthur’s fingers flexed against your stomach like he was physically restraining himself from diving in first.

“You sure about this?” Arthur’s voice cracked at the edges, concern bleeding through.

You nodded, breathless, “I want you. Both of you.”

George dove without hesitation, tongue hot and skilled as he lapped against you like a man starving. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, but Arthur held them open, his hands firm around your knee, eyes watching every flick of George’s tongue with a dark kind of fascination.

You cried out, hips rolling, overwhelmed by the sensations. Arthur hushed you with a kiss, swallowing your moans while his hands slid up your chest palming your breasts again, his thumbs grazing your nipples until they peaked and a whimper escaped your throat.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against your mouth, “So fucking beautiful.”

George pulled back just long enough to growl, “She tastes like heaven.”

Your hand slid down, desperate to touch something, anything, but Arthur caught your wrists, pinning them to the mattress with a knowing smirk.

“Nuh uh. You don’t get to take control now,” he said, eyes brimmed with lust, “You’ve had your fun teasing us. Now it’s our turn.”

You whimpered, arching your back, your body trembling beneath their touch as they overwhelmed you from both sides. George’s hand joined his tongue, sliding two fingers inside you, curling perfectly in you while his other hand gripped your thigh, anchoring you.

Arthur leaned in close, licking a slow, hot stripe along your neck, “You gonna cum for us, pretty girl?”

You were already close. Too close.

Every word, every touch, every flicker of breath was pulling you closer and closer, their hands and mouths worshipping every part of you.

And then you finally came.

Body trembling in Arthur’s arms, moans ripping from your throat as your eyes squeezed shut. George had no intention in stopping. Arthur pressed sweet kisses to your temple murmuring praises, his hand brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face as George worked you through every wave of pleasure until you were limp beneath them.

You barely had time to come back around before Arthur was stood undoing his belt, George rising beside him and pushing off the rest of his own clothes.

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting letting scattered breaths fall as you watched both of them. Every movement so familiar, yet so devastatingly hot as they undressed in front of you.

Arthur crawled over you, his body flush against yours, the heat of him impossible to ignore. “You ready, love?” he whispered against your lips, breath hitching as your thighs wrapped around his waist.

George’s voice came from beside you, deeper now, almost possessive: “You’re gonna be a good girl for us and let us both fuck you?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, at the way his voice engraved into your brain. The way he said it like it was a promise and a threat in one. You nodded, eyes wide, your voice barely above a whisper, “Yes, please. I want you. I want both of you.”

Arthur groaned, like he had been holding back, like something primal had released in him. He dropped his forehead to yours as he aligned himself with your entrance, “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered.

You barely had time to reply before he pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching you in the most delicious way, filling you completely. Your fingers dug into his back, nails leaving angry red trails as your head fell back against the pillows.

“Christ, you're tight,” Arthur hissed, trying not to collapse on top of you from how good you felt around, “Fucking perfect.”

George leaned down stroking over your jaw carefully while the other trailed down your body, steadying you both. He watched your face like it was the only thing that mattered, his voice gentle despite the possessiveness humming through him, “That feel good, baby?”

“So good,” you whimpered, your voice wrecked.

Arthur rocked into you slow at first, the sound of your wet cunt bouncing through the room. You clenched around him without meaning to, the stretch too intense but mind-numbingly good at the same time. His mouth was back on your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he sped up, your bodies moving together in a steady rhythm.

George’s hand trailed further down to your core, fingers circling your clit in tight, practiced motions. The sensation of Arthur rutting into you and George’s fingers drawing maddening circles made your whole body feel like it was about to snap.

“Look at you,” George murmured, his lips brushing your ear, “Taking him so well. But I bet you can take more, yeah?”

Your breath hitched, already trembling, “Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl,” Arthur groaned, picking up the pace, lifting your hips to meet his desperate thrusts, “You’re doing so fucking good.”

George moved to lay next to, his chest pressed to your side, his cock hard against your hip. He kissed your cheek, then down your throat, hand still teasing your clit, “When he’s done, it’s my turn, love. You gonna let me ruin you too?”

You nodded, barely able to speak. Everything building. The pressure, the praise, the filthy words falling from their lips.

Arthur was close. You could feel it in the way his thrusts started to lose rhythm, in the ragged groans falling from his lips as he buried his face in your sternum.

“Shit. ‘m not gonna last,” he gasped, “Where?”

“In me,” you whispered, almost sobbing from how badly you needed to feel all of him, “Please.”

That was all it took. Arthur came with a loud, broken moan, his hips stuttering as he emptied into you, fingers bruising your waist, lips locked against your collarbone as he spilled inside you.

But even as he stilled, you weren’t granted even a moment of rest.

George was already pulling Arthur back, helping ease him out of you before taking his place between your thighs, voice rough and full of lust, “Still with us, baby?”

You nodded, dazed and fucked out but hungry for more, “Yes. Please. Want you.”

George lined himself up, slower, eyes never leaving yours. He pushed in inch by inch, filling you all over again, a deep groan falling from his throat as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you're dripping,” he growled, looking at the mix of yours and Arthur’s cum leaking out of your in awe, “All because of us.”

Arthur laid beside you, his hand brushing your cheek as George started his deep and punishing movements, “You’re doing so well for us, sweetheart,” Arthur murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Let him take care of you.”

And he did.

Every thrust from George hit deep, pushing you further into Arthur’s side as your nails raked down George’s back. You were stretched, full, and wrecked but your body screamed for more.

“Come for me,” George growled, his hand gripping your jaw, his forehead resting against yours, “Be our good girl. One more.”

You shattered all over again. Mouth gaped open as broken cries fell out, your entire body convulsing beneath him as he fucked you through it, every inch of your body trembling with the force of your release.

George followed soon after, a low groan vibrating into your skin as he came deep inside you, his hips rocking through it, your name broken on his tongue.

And when it was over, when the room was quiet. All that was heard was the ragged sounds of your breathing breathing, and the boys stayed close. Arthur pulled the duvet over the three of you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, and George wrapped a secure arm around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

No one said anything for a while. There was no need. You were theirs now. And they were yours.

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The campaign, titled “domestic abuse in the LGBTQI+ community”, warned about how “controlling behaviour can turn a loving relationship into an abusive one”, and was shared by Police Scotland on social media last week. But after being made aware of Rankin’s OnlyFans content, Police Scotland removed him from the campaign. Rankin, who is known for his S&M and bondage-themed content, describes himself as a “kink creator”. Speaking of the decision to pull his part in the domestic abuse campaign, a Police Scotland spokesperson said: “We were made aware of an issue with our most recent domestic abuse advert, which was removed immediately as these concerns were reviewed. “Proportionate checks were carried out in advance of the advert’s launch, however following a review of this matter, an additional level of vetting has now been introduced for anyone taking part in future campaigns. “Different levels of vetting are available to us and are always used proportionately for the role or service being provided.” [...] In a separate interview with STV News, Rankin argued that his adult work actually made him better placed to campaign on issues around consent. “Since the ‘news’ broke about this, the only people who seem to be bothered by this ‘mistake’ are Police Scotland,” he said. “I’ve had floods of people contacting me showing their support for me and wondering why a ‘sex worker’ can’t advocate [against] domestic abuse? “I’m wondering that myself, although I’m more concerned with Police Scotland’s reaction considering the fact that out of the majority of people out there, wouldn’t a sex worker be the best person to know the difference between consent and non-consent? “I make my living entirely on that point after all.”

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Second English Edition of Independent Yuri Manga Magazine “Galette” Launches Crowdfunding on Kickstarter

On Tuesday, the independent, creator-owned Yuri manga magazine Galette launched its new Kickstarter campaign to fund its second English edition. This initiative follows the successful crowdfunding of its first English edition in August.

In the first 24 hours, the campaign raised over ¥3,000,000 (approximately $19,000), surpassing its initial goal of ¥2,000,000 (around $12,500). At the time of publication, it has doubled its goal with the support of over 300 backers contributing to the project, putting it in the top 10 of current Kickstarter campaigns.

The crowdfunding campaign is set to conclude on January 31.

The first overseas volume and special booklet can be purchased as optional add-ons, so those who did not pledge to the first Kickstarter still have the option to acquire them.

The English editions of Galette contain translated versions of selected works from the magazine’s publication history. The second volume includes seven titles, including an extra story from Milk Morinaga’s bestselling 2006 manga (licensed in English by Seven Seas). It will be published in both ebook and paperback formats and will be around 260 pages long.

The series included in the second special English edition of Galette are:

Liberty by Izumi Kitta× Moto Momono

I Want You to Show it Only to Me by Nekohariko 22

That Woman in the Infirmary by Miyuki Yorita

Fluffy, Fuzzy, Dreamy by Mera Hakamada

The Girls' Arcadia by Haru Yatosaki

Sky Blue Melancholic by Ringo Hamano

Grooming Everyday (GIRL FRIENDS extra edition) by Milk Morinaga

The Kickstarter campaign includes several stretch goals such as a new book cover, additional color illustrations, postcards, and an acrylic stand of Yuna and Rena from Milk Morinaga’s My Cute Little Kitten (also licensed in English by Seven Seas).

Additionally, backers have the option to pledge at a higher level and receive a bonus special booklet containing English editions of previously published one-shots by Milk Morinaga, Mera Hakamada, Yukino Sakuraya, Moto Momono, and Nekohariko 22.

The manga is translated by Red String Translations.

Galette is a creator-owned Yuri manga magazine, largely funded via memberships on Fantia. The first Japanese issue of the quarterly magazine was published in February 2017. Since then, Galette Works has published 32 volumes of Galette alongside multiple collected volumes of serialized works and 25 volumes of its sister publications, Petit Galette and Galette Meets, the latter of which feature more adult content than the main magazine.

Galette Works plans to crowdfund and publish seven volumes of this overseas edition, drawing from eight years of previous releases. Afterward, Japanese and English editions of Galette will be published simultaneously. However, if any future edition fails to reach its funding goal, Galette Works will cease releasing English volumes.

You can support the Galette- Special English Edition02 campaign on Kickstarter until January 31.

Sources: Kickstarter Campaign Page, Galette Works Offical Website

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Ask compilation: Overnight honkers, Vampire flu, and non-canonical threesomes.

A quick ask compilation I put together. Thank you all so much for your well wishes to both me and my partner during the recovery/break so far!

Hello!

Well, kind of. If he happened upon any other Bhaalspawn he would immediately attempt to kill them regardless of race, unless explicitly instructed to do otherwise by Sarevok or Bhaal himself.

As a Bhaalist (both prior to the campaign and in the case of a bad end) he wouldn't want any competition - especially after Orin's betrayal. In his "canon" state where he denies Bhaal, he would antagonize them for the obvious reasons - and not really believe that they are able to control themselves like he did - but perhaps he wouldn't not be AS gung-ho about murdering them on-site, though he would believe that to be the right thing to do.

Special circumstances could definitely arise! But that's the most straight-forward answer.

To be clear, DU drow just isn't into very "butch" people and generally prefers aesthetics and behavior most commonly associated with femininity and high society; being poise, dressing elegantly, practicing grooming, softer features, less body hair, etc - that just so happens to more often be the women of the races that he is exposed to the most, but he also comes across plenty of high elves, where there is less of a distinction between genders. In those cases his preference is pretty much totally neutral.

Which is to say, he does not care more for Lady Astarion more than Dude Astarion beyond the initial excitement you that would expect with something as novel as your partner growing bangin' honkers overnight.

Yes, but it's kind of impossible to ignore the personality and the fact that Izzantar is a drow - which DU drow isn't very much into at all.

I think there are things that are of detriment to his health; running bodies of water, holy places, entering homes uninvited - these are things that would weaken him and result in something that would appear similar to a bad fever or the flu, save for the high internal temperatures. Rather, being "sick" in his case means becoming more and more corpse-like.

I also don't believe that Astarion is affected by the cold in the same way a humanoid would. He can feel temperature, but unless it reaches a destructive extreme (severe burns, frostbite) it doesn't result in any discomfort for him.

DU drow has no issue buying into Astarion's narrative of "all vampires are conniving backstabbers" and doesn't care if harm comes upon any of them - ESPECIALLY not Petras, who proves himself annoying in record time.

Alas! ANE has already been outlined to the end and I can say with full confidence that Grodderick's and Izzantar's relationship will never be explicitly displayed, since it has no relevance to the ongoing plot.

Definitely the cleavage. He can't properly inspect the feet from that high up.

Because I thought they looked cool, as simple as that, LOL.

They are not infernal eyes, just plain off-white like I depict them in my art (sometimes I lean more yellow depending on my mood). I think in the character creator they're called "demonic white" and I picked those because they were the evilest option.

At this point, I justify DU drow's odd appearance on behalf of him being a bhaalspawn before being a drow - in a way, he isn't a drow at all, rather he only vaguely resembles one in color scheme.

And thank YOU so much for supporting me on patreon!

I have! you can find a couple of pieces like that on my patreon, though obviously there's far less of them in comparison to the gay content.

Glad to hear that you like that art! However, I was just having a bit of fun, as I like to do. The boys are ultimately very monogamous and their friendship with Shadowheart, while very intimate, never breaches into sexual or romantic.

Unfortunately, Shadowheart is very likely dead in that AU 😬 if not dead, she has definitely split ways from them at the end of the game and wasn't particularly close to either, to begin with. Shadowheart is kind of a key part of DU drow's "redemption" - so I doubt that they would have had much of a friendship at any point in the story of that particular iteration of him.

Just "the drow", or nothing at all if they are referring to him directly. If he isn't the only nameless "drow" in the room, they might call him "the big drow" or "our drow" instead.

Astarion uses his usual nicknames on him, and Shadowheart isn't much for them - I guess characters like Karlach would have come up with something appropriate to call him, like "greysteak" or "goldilocks".

No, that wouldn't really work or be very interesting (to me!) because it would just result in them either killing each other or going their separate ways, since DU drow would never accept to be turned into a spawn or want remain in a relationship with that Astarion.

However, there is an alternate universe where Astarion Ascends and DU drow fails Bhaal 😇

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New Blood, Old Regards

Thanks to @eyeofthenewt1 for this art piece!

Greetings! Although the Stats Team is still in a state of retirement, we’ve periodically updated several of our Campaign 3 Running Stats categories and galleries thanks to the efforts of a new team of data collectors. This team, consisting of Archivists Astral, Ethereal, Fey, and Shadow, have been preparing since the beginning of the year to launch their own site, and that day has come! With that, we’re pleased to present:

The Omen Archive

Although they have been providing CritRoleStats updates for our Campaign 3 records, their site will be its own thing with its own tools, toys, and focuses, such as graphics derived from their own databases of data. Please visit them at their website, reach out to them, and check them out on their various social media pages:

Website: https://www.omenarchive.com/

Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/omenarchive

Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/omenarchive.bsky.social

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/omen_archive/

Tumblr: https://omenarchive.tumblr.com/ ( @omenarchive )

CritRoleStats will continue to update our databases and running stats pages with the data we receive from the Omen Archive until the end of the campaign, so that anyone from academics to casual fans have access to a complete catalogue of three campaigns worth of data. After that, our site will be completely (accessibly) archived, and our legacy will be carried on entirely by projects like the Omen Archive.

Thanks Are In Order

Outside of our final livecast, we realize we went out without the proper thanks to the community members who helped us grow. We’d like to take this opportunity to give credit where we feel it’s due.

We’d like to thank the team at Critical Role for their support over the years, with special thanks to Dani Carr for both her wonderful spirit, tenacious work ethic, and the marvelous send-off she gave us.

We’d like to thank the creators in the community. Thank you to the artist community for letting us feature your wonderful talent to give vibrancy to the numbers and words we’ve filled. Thank you to the information gathering community, from the wiki workers to the meta analysts, for giving your time to help make Critical Role more accessible. Thank you to the academics for finding value we didn’t know we had in our work. Thank you to everyone who creates in this community, whether your medium is music, words, stats, or art; whether you share for a large audience or for the joy of your private home or table; whether you encourage others with high presence, or quietly inspire and support from the shadows. Your creation makes the world a more interesting place.

We’d like to thank both our patrons and our Ko-Fi supporters for allowing us to carry on for as long as we have, and to make sure our work can continue to reach those who want to be informed and inspired. Thank you to our regular visitors, as well; traffic is supportive in several ways!

Thank you to those who have been with us, whether it’s the very beginning, sometime in the middle, or even if you’re tuning in just now. Your patronage and your expression of value in our work has been a blessing. (Thanks for the 1d4.) We’d also like to thank everyone who has continued to visit the site in spite of the lack of regular content creation on our part, and are grateful that so many of you are still finding use in the previous campaigns’ worth of data, as well as the current one.

We love you all very much. Now, back to retirement!

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Problems (objective and personal) I'm not seeing discussed a lot w this new WatcherTV thing, in no particular order:

-Alienates people internationally who literally CANNOT GET the streaming service!

-Alienates casual fans who don't watch or want to watch all of their shows. Putting down 60 bucks a year to watch just one or two shows is kind of insane, at least for me.

-The volume of content Watcher has produced historically hasn't been enough to justify a separate streamer. I understand there's no way a small team could compete with something like Netflix, obviously, but that's what you're trying to do by putting yourself in the streamer market.

-Will this streamer be secure? What steps are in place to protect your viewers info? ESPECIALLY payment info.

-Will it be easily watchable on multiple devices? I watch YouTube videos on my phone at work 90% of the time, or at home on my TV thru my switch. Is this a browser only deal?

-What are the internet requirements for this? Believe it or not most streaming services won't run on my internet personally. I don't have any for that reason. I can watch YouTube on 360p, or on my 2-bar-reception phone data. Not everywhere has stable reliable internet.

-The suddenness and totality of the move was going to be jarring no matter what, if the idea had been introduced gradually or started as a hybrid model to test audience interest there wouldn't be nearly this amount of pushback.

-I understand the people saying "pay artists!!" Bc I am one, and I get that their quality is expensive and they have a whole company's worth of people to support. I do actually think their work is worth paying for! Everyone's is! But convincing anyone to pay for something they previously got for free is going to be a hard sell. They were still getting paid before, they're now just asking us to pay instead of the advertisers. Idk about you, but that's a way bigger hit to my pocketbook than a multimillion dollar company's bank account.

-I get that YouTube can be a really shitty place to be a creator sometimes, and that being beholden to advertisers is something they don't want to be. It's why they left Buzzfeed! They already have a patreon and merch and it's clearly not been enough for their ambitions. But shooting yourself in the foot because your running shoes are wearing out isn't going to make you a better marathon runner. They had to know that there was going to be a not small portion of their audience unwilling to make this move with them (and again, lots literally aren't able to!)

-If they had a free w/ ads option, or even did a hybrid model with whole shows behind the pay wall, or even just ran a fucking crowd funding campaign to help cover costs of new seasons of shows, any of those things could have worked. They don't even have YouTube memberships turned on, which I've personally seen many many channels do even when they already have a patreon. It really doesn't seem like they've exhausted other options, at least from an outside perspective, which is all we have as viewers!

-I get that this has been in the works for a long time, and that there probably isn't a way for them to back out now. But I hope they can find a way to make this more accessible if they want it to work at all. I truly am not wishing for their downfall, but the whole situation is an awful mess.

Idk, rant over. As a lot of you are I'm feeling very disappointed and upset with this one, and I'm not paying for it either. Hope the boys can salvage this one for their and their crew's sake. Would really hate for this to be the end.