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[plaguedocboi]

I’ve been working on new species for my scifi project and I was considering an advanced species that’s blind and relies on chemical communication and echolocation, but like. How would a species like that navigate space? I assume ground-based vehicles would rely on sonar but would that work for a spaceship? There’s no sound in space.

And furthermore, would a totally blind species even be able to conceptualize “space”? If they can’t look up and see stars and planets, would they even know that stuff is up there? I guess if they built some kind of radio telescope they would figure it out, but would they ever think to do that? If “up” is just an endless void from their perspective, why would they think to build technology capable of looking through their atmosphere in the first place?

I’m probably overthinking this but that’s what I do.

[ansitru]

Question: if I were to make a floriography piece with "Your body, my choice", but with poisonous plants, a stylized bottle of aqua tofana and other poisons around it…

Would that be clear enough that the intent is subversive, or would it get picked up by shitheads thinking I'm agreeing with them?

Additionally, is there maybe an alternative phrase that communicates the sentiment of "put your hands on me and I'll cut off your hands", in the same way a subverted "Your body, my choice" would?

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Changes (3)

Changes One & Two

 (Whumpee and Caretaker have a platonic relationship )

Whumpee awoke the next morning to the sound of dishes clanking downstairs, Caretaker making breakfast. They continue to lay in bed, golden rays of sunlight flooding through the windows and reflecting off the mirrors in the room. Whumpee stretched as they forced themselves out of bed, a glint off the nightstand catching their eye. They outstretched a hand, their fingers curling around the cool metal chain before retracting and examining the diamond charm. A groan escaped their lips as they ran their fingers through their hair, memories of the past day flooding their mind, they way they sobbed and clung to Caretaker's leg. “The necklace’s only Caretaker's way of saying they pity me” Whumpee cursed mentally, Caretaker wouldn’t want them anymore, he would send them back to where he found them. They dropped the necklace back into the wooden stand, approaching the door before letting out a broken whimper. They couldn’t go down, not after making Caretaker miss work, not after being a burden. Whumpee paced around the room, tears pricking their eyes as they bit down on their knuckles to force themself quiet. It took a while before they finally came up with a plan, they would simply leave. Go down to Caretaker, apologize, and leave. They took a deep breath, wiping their tears as they twisted the handle before swinging the door open and trudged down the stairs. Whumpee practiced what they would say each step they took towards the kitchen, yet as they entered the Caretaker sitting at the table scrolling through their phone, they faltered, shuffling back to hide behind the wall. “Whumpee?” Caretaker called out. Whumpee pressed their head to the accent wall, tears rolling down their cheeks. “ Are you alright?” Caretaker questioned again. Whumpee responded with a broken hum, clenching their fists as they stepped into the room, standing opposite to the chair Caretaker was seated in. “I-i’m sorry. Sorry for y-yesterday…..i-..it was selfish of me to ask you to stay, a-a-and i-” they choked on their words while Caretaker pushed their seat out, the legs scraping against the floor. Whumpee stumbled back as caretaker approached, “ i-i’ll leave now if t-that’s what you wa-” Their words were cut off as a pair of arms launched towards them, they flinched back, raising their own arms to protect themselves from an impact that never came. Whumpee sobbed out as caretaker enclasped them, his head resting on their chin.

“Never.” He whispered out. “Never apologize for crying Whumpee. If anything, it was my fault, I left you with someone you had never met just so I could travel.” Whumpee wrapped their arms around caretakers torso, their head pressed into his chest as their tears soaked into his navy blue hoodie. Caretaker’s grip tightened before slacking slightly, his lips pressed against Whumpee's forehead “ I left you with a bastard” He hissed the words laced with venom, his own body shaking,” Not ever will that happen again. Like stars never leave the sky, I'll never leave you. I’ll be there for every high and low, I swear it on my life, I love you.” 

They held the embrace for a stretch, both finding comfort in each other's presence, neither one ready to let go. Whumpee had stopped crying, tilting their head up to look at Caretaker as he moved his chin. Caretaker pulled back, his own eyes glistening slightly as he brushed away Whumpee’s tears before offering them a smile. “Now go get washed up so we can eat, ya?” His footsteps receded to the oven after his  lips brushed against their head a final time. Whumpee stood frozen for a moment, their eyes trailing Caretaker as he worked. They nodded slowly as they mumbled a “m’kay” and swayed up the stairs, their every action after that a blur. Whumpee stood infront of the mirror staring at the shimmering diamond pendant now resting on their chest, their hand grasping it as they let out a sigh and turned their back to their reflection, making their way back to the kitchen. “Forever”.

[gone-to-flowers]

I dont know who to pick… I know rockrock is decent but honestly I’m good on casters. (I’ve got Adele and Susie and am saving up for Lappland alter.) I think provence is the one who has a good base skill? I know hung is not good.

So I’m leaning towards provence I guess…

[princessfaerygia]

I’m so sorry your going through this, it sounds like he doesn’t respect you at all & that’s not okay. You deserve better.

We all deserve better. But better won't happen. This is the best im gonna get. The joyous times make room for sorrow. The sorrow makes space for the joy. I need to tone down my arrogance anyway. It's a cheap quality in people to have. I need to practice meekness, surrender, and humility. Also, stoicism. I must be strong if I wish to experience earthly romance, and I very much do. 💝🪷💒🐾🪹💝

[gottacaptcha-em-all]

Say hello to my feral bog child, she is my first ever dnd character 😁 (lv.3)

The crocodile’s main prey in this bog are deer. Juni wears the skull of a stag.

Appearance-

Junebug, or Juni for short, is 14 years old and is no taller than 5ft. She has clammy tanned skin with a slightly green hue and always seems to have condensation on her exposed skin. She has big black eyes that match the color of her hair. Her hair is long and puddles around her when she’s in water. Her teeth are crooked (in a cute way), and her incisors are sharp… almost unnaturally sharp. Her primary weapon is two karambits.

Species - Water Genasi

+1 wisdom

+2 constitution

Acid resistance

Dark vision

Amphibious

Swim = to Walking speed (30ft)

Constitution based spell casting (or wisdom??? (Acid Splash cantrip, shape water cantrip, create or destroy water) 5ewiki and dnd beyond say conflicting things.

Class- Barbarian (path of the wild beast)

When in rage, the bestial power within Juni is revealed. Until the rage ends she takes on the attributes of a crocodile.

Build for Hermit/Outlander Barb-

Learned

Diagnose an Illness, or determine what killed the recently slain (Medicine) Recall lore about gods, religious rituals, and holy symbols.(religion)

Proficiency in Herbalism Kit.

Innate

Notice something that’s easy to miss (perception)

can follow tracks, forage, find a trail, or avoid natural hazards. (Survival)

Custom/Edited Equipment-

Background items

a hunting trap, a trophy from an animal you killed, a herbalism kit, cooking utensils, and a pouch containing 5gp (gold pieces)

Class items

A karambit, another karambit if the dm allows, a rapier, and an explorer’s pack.

*the dm said yes!*

🆒 - Boots of false tracks, Fishing tackle

Eventual Feat- Fighting initiative so that she can pick duel weapon fighting style, then gift of the chromatic dragon 4 acid damage

Questions For The DM:

1. Can we make it a rule that I can only enter barbarian rage after I am hit first. Or that I enter rage when I am dealt a certain amount of damage? Like after I lose a quarter of my health or something? I think that would be fun and add a bit more of a challenge to my combat style bc I would have to rely on my base stats until I could get rage bonuses. Which one of those do you find more interesting 😁?

2. Cån my constitution make it so my character has a really high alcohol tolerance because that would be hilarious if a 14yro could out drink an adult man w/lower constitution.

3. What if Junebug was introduced to the party(specifically the paladin or any lawful adventurers) by fighting them./ they can confuse me with the monster in the swamp terrorizing the town (or like a thief). But like there are things pointing to me not actually being the monster. I think that would be such a cool introduction bc it would impact our character dynamic/relationships but it’s probably something up to the dm

Lore/character details-

1. She was born a human but mutated into a water genasi due to prolonged exposure to the bog.

2. She makes tasty meals as treats for herself after a good hunt/forage and spices up her medicine and remedies. Small comforts y’know. cooking is she picked up out of necessity but became something she enjoys.

3. Juni fights like an animal. She acts like one too, she basically has zero social skills.

4. Juni has spent her entire life in the wilderness of the bog. It has taught her patience and it has taught her to listen, she hears and see things most aren’t still enough to notice. (Perception)

5. More feral than most Juni has learned to rely on her senses, she can expertly navigate the wilderness. (Survival)

6. One of Juni’s parents is a lycanthrope, and she’s inherited some of their curse. (This origin is cool bc it adds some religious flavor to why she was abandoned in a bog, Juni’s animal characteristics could’ve exposed her father’s lycanthropy to the rest of a very religious town, ruining his reputation.)

7. When she’s older she is going to become a priest.

8. Can preform impromptu but more than slightly unorthodox autopsies (medicine is wisdom based not intelligence based 😌😊)

Stats, Weapons, & Damage-

Can lift 128 at current age. 255 as adult

Can drag 255 at current age. 510 as adult

48 Hit Points

Primary

She primarily Duel wields karambits that she made out of crocodile claws.

(2d4 + 2d4)+ 4= 20

*bonus action* (2d4+2d4)= 16

20+16=36 Damage Point Max from Karambits +2 when in rage.

Secondary weapon

Is Rapier that she stole off of dumb noble who ventured into the bog and underestimated its danger. This is her shiniest possession. She doesn’t really find it practical to hunt with, so she mostly uses it to spear fish and roast small things over fires (would use it to toast marshmallows.)

(1d8 +4)= 12+ 2 = 16 when in rage

Natural weapons

1. Claws: 2d6 +4(2) +2 =22 Alt. 1d6 +4 + 2= 12

2. Bite: 1d8 +4 +2=14 If at half hit points when used, you gain health equal to your proficiency bonus.

3. Tail: You grow a lashing, spiny tail, which deals 1d8 piercing damage on a hit and has the reach property. If a creature you can see within 10 feet of you hits you with an attack roll, you can use your reaction to swipe your tail and roll a d8, applying a bonus to your AC equal to the number rolled, potentially causing the attack to miss you.

[thecatinthepurplepants]

Stupid but possibly maybe probably not genius idea I just had: stuffed animal version of a balloon animal.

I've seen a crotched/knitted version of it around where they make, like, the sausage link looking string of little tubes stuffed with batting connected with narrow sections, make the tubes correspond with how long you need each "body part" to be, and then twist it together like a real balloon animal

BUT

Sewed instead.

Again, this is probably a terrible idea and I'd have no idea how to feasibly pull it off in reality (would I be able to make the thin connecting bits fabric sewed into a tight tube connected to the main bigger tube structure or would it have to be a different material like string or yarn attached to the end of the main tube? How to structure the pattern to begin with and would I be able to pull off maybe making it one long ass piece sewed into a tube of varying thicknesses? What fuckin fabric do I even use for this??? etc etc, you get the picture)

If anyone has any input it would be appreciated otherwise it's the very time consuming and expensive option of trial and error, I'm gonna do some searching myself and see if someone else has come up with a version of this that doesn't suck

[aesethewitch]

Okay. [steeples fingertips]

My friend flies in tomorrow to stay with us until Monday. I won't be doing tarot on Friday since we have Plans, so we have three options:

1. Nix free tarot this week completely and do two sessions next week;

2. Do free tarot tonight, leaving cleaning for tomorrow morning before she gets here; or

3. Do free tarot tomorrow while she and my partner are out playing MTG.

I'm undecided. I'll say tentatively we may do a stream later tonight. Most likely either that or waiting til next week and just doing two sessions. I've also still got a ton of work to do on these recipe cards, especially if I want to have the Spring Equinox ones ready for March 1. Plus a couple commissions. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[satansemployee]

question for my fellow fanfic writers: how do YOU differentiate between a Mature Rating and an Explicit one?

Does the mention of sex immediately bump a fic to explicit? Is the description of a sexual act the thing that makes it explicit even if it's not with the intent of being porn, or the fic doesn't primarily centre around it?

[cherokeegal1975]

Dragoness and Mare. Fake video game screen shot. I drew the horse and dragon. The rest I borrowed from online. I was more interested in communicating the idea I had than trying to do a full drawing.

I can't make my own games, I'm not equipped and don't have the mind for it. So this is as close as I can get to making a game. It's too bad a game developer won't take me up on the idea.

Based on what I've learned from watching play throughs on YouTube, I'd like this game to be open world. Could be played with one or two people. Story driven, with one sandbox area like in The Legend of Zelda, where you get to make your own house. Lots of puzzles and action, but violence doesn't have to there...or at least not much. The characters can have abilities that compliment the other's. For example, the dragon is a great climber, but will sometimes need a boost to certain platforms, so her horse friend can act as a platform for her to jump from. Or, both can run pretty fast, but the horse has more stamina, so sometimes the dragon will need to ride the horse. But the dragon can swim a lot better than the horse, especially when diving is needed.

Lots of puzzles to solve too. Did I mention that I'd like it to be story driven? And it doesn't have to be for kids, it could have some adult themes too. Maybe in the beginning the dragon rescues the horse, only to find that someone has stolen her eggs out of her nest while she was gone, so they have to solve the mystery and retrieve the eggs before they hatch. Or maybe she hadn't laid them yet, until after the horse was rescued and the horse can help her gather materials for her nest...then they get stolen after they're laid...by some kind of villain who wants to use them in a cake or some kind of vile potion...or something. And her mate is also missing...why we don't know but that could be worked into the story for his rescue. Certainly, if the dragon hasn't laid her eggs yet, she'll have to rescue her horse friend while heavily pregnant and that could limit her speed and jumping abilities. But that wouldn't limit her ability to breathe fire or manipulate objects with her front feet that work almost as good as human hands or carry things with her tail for short periods of time. That temporary limitation to her speed and stamina could add some extra drama to the story.

The dragon lives inside a massive hallow tree and that's where the player can add decorations as well as build a cozy nest. It's big enough the horse can come in through the front door and move comfortably.

Never did work out the details of the story. Just open world, RBG, puzzles, story driven, not a lot of violence, gathering materials and food along the way, earning ability points. Standard stuff really...except for the low violence. I feel that games fall back on that too often. That and the horse and dragon can talk to any of the NPCs in the game.

Though I'm open to any ideas myself. I'm still very fuzzy on the story details and one of the reasons I quit writing for the time being is because someone always has a baby in my stories. I don't like how repetitive my plot elements have become, so I quit until I can find some new material to draw on so it won't be all variation so the same thing.

The horse and dragon are based on toys I lost years ago as a child but never forgot. They were ugly, but I liked them at the time. The drawings are actually much better than the original toys.

[thelanguageofbirdsrp]

Question of the Day

What are your favorite stie-wide-event types, prompts, locations, or themes?

[dragonscursestory]

Series Idea I have an idea for a book series and so I'm making this to hopefully get others input on it. here's the basic Idea:

there is a dark dragon who terrorized the kingdom of Camelot, after many years an enchantress by the name of Morgana was able to kill the dragon, however the dragon used powerful curse to bind his soul to Morgana's The soul of the dragon began to twist Morgana's soul this is how she became the villain in the legends of king Arthur.

Morgana pulls strings in the background in both her world and ours in order to reach it you have to first have to travel through 4 layers of defense's (which would also be the names of the books)

The maze

The deadlands

The mirror rooms

The shadow dreams

morgana draws power from adventurers that get lost in these defenses.

a group of friends (who are descendants of the people in the king Arthur legend) get trapped/tricked into the other world where they have to work through their differences in order to survive, and find a way they can return home.

some of the character's:

Alex and Aaron are brothers Alex is 18 and Aaron is 22 at the start of the story. They have enjoyed learning wilderness survival skills since Alex was 14, and (with much resistance from their mother) they were able to convince their parents to let them test their skills. Throughout Aarons high school years they continued to test their skills, this becomes less frequent when Aaron graduates as he joins the military.

[bookwyrminspiration]

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[bearslices]

Thank you to those who answered. I asked that question in the first place because on Twitter I always see people use the "its fictional so it's fine" defense mainly to justify their horniness towards questionable content, but I've never seen that argument used for anything else. Like the people who draw kid characters in a sexual way and swear up and down that they're not a pedophile, couldn't that also apply to the hypothetical artist who drew the klansman and swear that they're not a racist?

How far will the "its just fiction" crowd go? Is there actually a line that shouldn't be crossed? Please continue your input. This topic is very interesting, and I would like to get everyone's perspective.

P.S I probably won't respond to every answer but I'll definitely keep reading them. I like this, this is fun!

I have a genuine question for proship/profic people.

Let's say someone drew a fictional character in a klansman outfit burning a cross. Would that be OK because it's fictional and it shouldn't affect reality, or does the whole anti censorship thing only apply to sex related topics?

I'm not trying to start an argument with anyone, I'm genuinely curious