#or should i trust random strangers on the internet

[playdohpim]

every time I post I feel like a fuckin politician. the girl gets 3 texts a day with a ss of my response to something with "was that the right thing to say" underneath it.

[nothorses]

have you made a baeddel blocklist yet?

I recommend getting comfortable with the fact that you will encounter people who suck on the internet, developing your ability to understand why certain things suck and why certain ways of thinking are harmful, and committing to simply blocking people you do not want to interact with as you come across them. instead of relying on strangers to tell you who you should or should not talk to.

I say this with as much compassion as possible, knowing I have used blocklists in the past: you do not know what my standards are for categorizing someone as a "baeddel" (as opposed to, say, a random trans woman who has some unpacked baggage about masculinity). You should not trust that I will be sufficiently diligent and discerning when placing people on such a list. Maybe you're willing to take that risk when blocking people on your own blog, but you definitely shouldn't be comfortable seeing that kind of list posted publicly to a blog with thousands of followers. Particularly when trans women are facing a lot of unprompted harassment as it is, and are coming under fire from tumblr staff themselves.

Baeddelism is harmful, and I don't think it's a bad idea to block anyone who proudly- with full knowledge of what that word means- calls themselves one right now. I'm not going to circulate a list of trans women with bad opinions, though, and I really caution you to think about what that ask really means.

[amazinglyspicy]

PIRATE SAFELY!! But pirate ;)

Hello! I’ve gotten a flood of new followers thanks to an addition I made about NOT torrenting from the Pirate Bay, so I want to address it better.

If you’ve come to check my blog for more piracy resources, advice, guides, etc, then check out some of the links in this pinned!

First and Foremost, Do not do Anything without an adblocker. Ublock Origin is the best.

Resources/Wikis: 🌟Top recommendation is the Free Media Heck Yeah Wiki, frequently updated, maintained, and transparent, as well as has a welcoming community behind it if you have questions. The rest are for redundancy's sake and for anything not found in FMHY, though most Wikis on this topic tend to repeat the same info. 🌟

VPN Comparison Chart - General Rule of Thumb, DO NOT use any VPN recommended by Youtubers, influencers, or any other shill with a profit motive. Large marketing budget does not equal good privacy practices. Do your own research.

-Since both Mullvad VPN and IVPN are planned to now suspend port forwarding support, the next best choices for torrenting though a VPN seem to be AirVPN and ProtonVPN.

HOWEVER, AirVPN has no evidence of a no logging policy (aka there’s a chance they keep records of what you do on their service) and ProtonVPN has no method of anonymously signing up and use a subscription model instead of a preferable pay-as-you-go model. So take that as you will.

(NOTE: You do not need to pay for a VPN if you are only directly downloading from a server or streaming off of websites! But it’s probably a good idea for privacy reasons anyways.)

A very good Comprehensive Torrenting Guide! -eye strain warning

And another one!

-If you torrent you need a VPN depending on how strict your government is on copyright laws. This works on a case by case basis, so I recommend looking up your own country's laws on the matter. Generally speaking, use a VPN to torrent if your country falls under The 14 Eyes Surveillance Alliance. More info on what that is Here.

A Note about Antivirus: - If you're using trusted websites, and not clicking on any ad links/fake download ads (Should be blocked by ublock), then you don't necessarily need any antivirus. Common Sense and Windows Defender should be enough to get you by. If you would like to be certain on what you are downloading is legitimate, then run your file through a virus scanner like VirusTotal. Keep in mind that when scanning cracked software some scans may flag “false positives” as the injectors used to crack the software look like malware to these scanners. Once again, the best way to avoid malware is to use trusted sites listed here and use an adblocker at all times.

If you have any questions on anything posted, need help finding things, or just need some clarification on any terms used, shoot me an ask or message! I've got a few years experience with not paying for anything I want, and LOVE to help others with this kind of stuff. But if you don't trust me, since I am a random stranger on the internet, that's fine (I wont be offended promise)! Do your own research!

INFORMATION SHOULD BE FREE!

Last updated: February 16th 2024

[magicalbats]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Neuvillette x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 5670

Warnings: Afab!reader, boss/employee relationship, orgasm denial, cock finger warming, accidental/ruined orgasm, dacryphilia, punishment in the form of finger cleaning/cum eating, mentioned chastity

A/N: Welcome to October and this year's super freaky nasty spooky kinky extravaganza! 👻 Let me give a quick but massive shoutout to @frozenfauna for being kind enough to beta read these for me, I've so greatly appreciated having your eyes on standby! I was also going to credit the user who made the list I'm using but when I try to pull it up it looks like they may have deleted the post ...? So out of respect for them I'll just say thank you random stranger on the internet!

And without further ado ... please enjoy day one!

⭐

Fidgeting and nervous, you rock forward onto the tips of your toes with your arm raised up to deliver a curt knock to the stately door in front of you only to think better of it at the last second. You quickly settle back on the heels of your buckled shoes again and let your hand drop down to your side. Far be it that you wanted to give up so easily but … oh dear, this wasn’t an ideal situation at all. 

Forlornly, you glance over at the little tea tray you’d just carted halfway across the Palais Mermonia while the faint sound of indistinct voices continues to filter through the meticulously polished wood. One was recognizably that of monsieur Neuvillette, which certainly made sense given that this was his personal office space and it would have been far more strange not to find him here. But the other you do not know, nor is Sedene in her usual spot behind the front receptionist desk to give you any indication whether you should stay or leave. It was a conundrum, and one without a clear cut solution. 

You needed to make a choice quickly though. If you didn’t and your crippling indecision left you floundering out in the hall for much longer, monsieur Neuvillette’s afternoon coffee was going to get cold which would leave you with no choice but to go back and remake it. Although the Iudex was usually such an exhaustively kind, understanding individual he’d been so strict with you recently ever since … 

A sensitive shudder races down your spine when your pussy clamps down hard around nothing, pulsing in high strung need as much as remembered agony. You feel dizzy with the hot rush of arousal that crashes into you all at once, and you sway unsteadily there on your feet before you manage to reorient yourself. 

He expected you to be punctual and obedient, this you knew well, and no excuses or negligence of your duties would be tolerated. If the honorable Chief Justice was too preoccupied to take his coffee then he would tell you so, but you couldn’t just make those kinds of decisions on your own. He’d made it perfectly clear at the onset of this arrangement that you were not well equipped for such matters and you trusted him implicitly despite all that you knew was wrong about having this sort of relation with him. 

So you decisively lift your hand once again and start to bring your knuckles down on the solid wood of the door — only to miss it entirely when it suddenly swings open. Squeaking in surprise, you widen your eyes up at the handsome woman standing just inside the office with your loosely curled fist stopped just short of smacking into her chest. 

Glancing from your hand up to your face, she quirks a single, sardonic brow at you. “Is it time for afternoon tea and snacks already? Hmm. Actually … judging by the rich aroma, the Iudex must prefer coffee.” 

Your mouth works but nothing comes out, so startled by her sudden appearance and the curious yet delicate way she sniffs at the air that you simply don’t know what to say to that. 

Luckily monsieur Neuvillette appears just behind her, sending you a brief, unreadable look before focusing his attention on the unknown woman. “Indeed, I must admit to having a fondness for good brew in the afternoons. Would you like to stay and enjoy some refreshments with me, Lady Arlecchino? I’ll send for another place setting immediately.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” She drawls in her monotone, soft spoken voice with the whole of her gaze focused singularly on you. The eerie intensity in that stare unnerves you more than just a little bit, and you numbly shift to the side to allow her through when she takes a step closer. But she pauses there, peering down at you as if in further consideration. “This little one looks quite skittish, doesn’t she? The working conditions at the Palais must be even more challenging than I thought.” 

“Please do not jest in that manner, Lady Arlecchino.” Neuvillette quietly scoffs behind her. “I can assure you that everyone employed here is treated with the utmost respect and consideration due to them.” 

“I see.” 

Giving you one last, lingering glance, the tall woman steps fully out into the hallway and brushes past you without saying another word. The sharp click of her heels on the marble floor sounds somehow ominous in your ringing ears as you hesitantly tip your face up, looking to monsieur Neuvillette for instruction. 

A distant note of relief curls through you, dispersing some of the fog from your mind, when he offers you a brief smile. This time it is he who steps aside, nudging the door further open with one hand while he gestures into the office with a sweep of the other. “Come in, mademoiselle. Apologies for the delay.” 

“There isn’t anything to apologize for, monsieur. Thank you.” Bobbing a quick curtsy, you retrieve the tea tray so you can wheel it past him into the room. He gently closes the door and you don’t miss the sound of the lock discreetly turning in place as you get to work setting everything up for his break from all the endless paperwork and case files that flood into the Palais on a daily basis. 

“If you don’t mind I think I’ll take my coffee at my desk today.” He says behind you, causing your heart rate to immediately start picking up again. The expectation of how this session was going to play out had now been set with just the simple utterance of a few, seemingly unassuming words. 

Your fast mounting excitement is nearly palpable now as your hands begin to subtly shake around the fine china you’re handling. “Yes, monsieur. I’ll have it ready for you right away.” 

Humming a soft sound of acknowledgment, he steps around you to make his way over to the ceremonious desk situated on the opposite side of the richly furnished office. 

You keep your head down and focus on the task of pouring his coffee into a pristine cup while you listen to him get settled in with a quiet rustle of his robes against the high backed chair. This room and all that was in it had quickly become something you were now intimately familiar with over the last few weeks, as had this routine you’d settled into with him. It was strange and unorthodox, you couldn’t deny that, but there was also something deeply gratifying about carrying on with him in this manner.

You don’t exactly know what to call it but, you idly muse as you take up the smaller hand tray and carry it over to the desk, perhaps it didn’t actually need an official label. Monsieur Neuvillette made you feel safe and secure in a way that very few others ever had, even when you were outright sobbing and begging him for the release he never granted you. Even when it took what seemed to you like hours to come down from the shuddering ledge of oblivion, curled up in his lap while he dotingly petted you back to calmness, there was something about it all that you found unexpectedly fulfilling. As if in the process of punishing your body for some long forgotten transgression that you couldn’t quite recall anymore, he was making you whole again. 

It’s egregiously backwards in many ways but you find that you really don’t care about any of that as you place his coffee and the side plate of carefully selected finger foods in front of him, earning yourself another small smile for your efforts. You can feel your cunt already starting to weep excitable slick when you straighten up to wait for his next command with nothing short of eager, quick thrumming anticipation. 

Nodding his approval, Neuvillette reaches out to take up the cup which he brings close to his face for a slow, savory inhale of the wafting steam. “It smells delicious. Thank you, mon petite. I’m afraid you spoil me terribly.” 

“I’m flattered to hear that, monsieur.” You murmur, flushing even warmer at the praise. “But it is the same coffee that anyone else can make. I don’t think mine is particularly special.” 

“Well, that just isn’t true at all. Everyone seems to have their own unique methods when it comes to preparation. Some end up with a far weaker consistency while others produce little more than black sludge. In fact, there was a housekeeper some years back who was so woefully ill equipped when it came to the matter of brewing coffee that it almost soured me away from the concept all together.” 

Slowly, you bring your head up to look at him. “Is that really true?” 

“It is.” Nodding once, monsieur Neuvillette takes a polite sip from the delicate cup before breathing out a content sigh of satisfaction. Setting it back down with a soft clink against the matching saucer, he lifts his gaze to regard you with a fond look. “And how are you today, my dear? Have you been behaving yourself since our last session?” 

Never mind the fact that it was only just yesterday when you’d stood before him in his office exactly like this, waiting impatiently for the Chief Justice to direct you in the matter of debauchery as he alone seemed apt to do, and your answer since then hasn’t changed. It still makes you fidget though, particularly when you could feel slick arousal slowly seeping into the gusset of your panties to make the soft cotton start to cling. So many days had gone by without being permitted to find your release on his fingers or anywhere else for that matter that you were finding yourself flooding at the slightest suggestion. 

You’d thought it was bad before, at the onset of all this when he’d so expertly turned your own body against you with very little effort to show for it, but the prolonged effects of this treatment were so much worse than you could have ever imagined them to be. It was as if you were slowly going mad, driven by the insistent throbbing deep inside your cunt to keep coming back for more punishment. 

The notion that you were perhaps a masochist of the highest order had never occurred to you before, but now that there was ample evidence to support it you couldn’t exactly write the idea off entirely. 

“Yes, monsieur.” You murmur, anxiously clenching and unclenching your fingers around the hand tray you were still holding. “I’ve been good. I followed your orders precisely as you instructed.” 

Encouragingly, Neuvillette tips his head ever so slightly to the side. “You haven’t been touching yourself when I’m not there to keep an eye on you?” 

“N - no, sir. I haven’t.” 

“Good.” He seems pleased to hear that as he nudges his chair back from the desk at an angle that would allow enough room for you to join him on the other side, holding up a hand for you to come around and take. “Come here then, mon petite. Let’s check that you are telling me the truth.” 

Such an intense surge of heat rushes to your face that you feel well and truly lightheaded with it even as you skitter forward to accept his offered palm. Gloved fingers gently curl around yours in what would have otherwise been a gentlemanly, chivalrous gesture had the opposite hand not promptly lifted from his lap to snake under the flouncy material of your skirt with an unfalteringly casual motion. 

Your eyes seem to vibrate in their sockets from how intensely your pulse pounds, almost making you go cross eyed as he reaches up between your legs. The tips of his fingers find your cunt easily enough and he presses into the center seam, pulling a sticky click from the excess of arousal as pudgy lips squish under the pressure. The sound rushes straight to your pulsing loins to feed into the never fully realized excitement of being touched and doted upon, encouraging yet more copious slick out of you. It was a truly vicious cycle with no end in sight. 

 “Goodness, you’re already this excited?” Ever so slightly frowning at this discovery, Neuvillette gives his head a brief shake with an accompanying click of his tongue. “What am I to do with you, little love? Such an insatiable thing.”  

“I’m sorry,” You mewl even as your hips subconsciously nudge forward to grind against his fingers, asking for more. 

You were so desperate for release on such a bone deep level that you would have happily gotten on the ground and groveled at his feet if he’d requested it of you. Lesser men probably would have. It wasn’t hard to imagine others taking advantage of someone so naive and trusting, and someone who was as delirious with unfettered lust as you were, but that is not the sort of person monsieur Neuvillette is. 

Instead, he primly removes his hand from underneath your skirt so he can pluck the tray from your stiff fingers. You’d almost forgotten you were still holding it at all, and you numbly watch him set it aside on top of his desk before then reaching up to palm over the curve of your waist. 

“Sit in my lap, mon chou. I believe that you are telling me the truth and you have not disobeyed my orders when you are outside of the Palais, which pleases me a great deal. It demonstrates not only an ability to listen but to also learn from your past mistakes. The fact that you still cannot control this libidinous behavior of yours concerns me though. I suspect it might be time to reinforce the cautionary precept I’ve already established for you once before.” 

You almost hesitate to bid his command but under monsieur Neuvillette’s infinitely steady guidance you allow yourself to be coaxed into climbing into the chair with him. 

With a placid, unhurried motion, he reclines against the backrest to accommodate you and ensure you have enough room while you work to get settled in on top of him. It’s a somewhat awkward thing, straddling the Iudex of Fontaine in such a shameful manner, but you at last manage to find a comfortable position with your thighs bracketing his narrow hips. The urge to squirm and fidget nearly overpowers your common sense but you forcibly stamp it down as you look to him for his next instruction. 

Offering you another one of his unfalteringly kind smiles, Neuvillette brings both of his hands around to give your sides an encouraging squeeze before then dragging higher up your body. That he intentionally avoids touching you in any of the spots you would like to have him touch you brings a certain disappointment with it, but you bite down on your tongue to silence those thoughts. And when he firmly hooks his fingers into the space under your arms so he can tug you forward, you happily let him pull you in against him without complaint. 

The motion makes your cunt lift up from his lap, taking some of that delicious pressure off your soaked core, and you breathe out a terse, shaky exhale as your tits press into his chest. Your next inhale brings with it an overpowering rush of his scent straight into your buzzing head and further clouds your senses. Numbly, you lift your hands to clutch at his shoulders in a loose hold as you nuzzle your face into his soft, silken excess of hair. He smelled divine as usual. 

“Good girl.” Murmuring softly, Neuvillette dotingly pets over your head with one of his hands while the other curls down to slip under your skirt again. The brush of his finely made glove against your inner thigh makes you shudder something fierce, while the sensation of him hooking a finger into your panties so he can pull them aside positively steals the oxygen from your lungs. 

Stiff and halting, you kneel there over his lap as if you were a frozen, petrified statue, just waiting for the pin to drop. You’re so punchdrunk and feverish with need that you aren’t quite sure what to expect next but the nudge of fingertips just at your entrance quickly clues you in. 

Still showing you an infinite amount of care and gentle consideration, Neuvillette tenderly parts the seam of your body so he can dip one of those long digits into the sticky mess you’ve made. A small push, a tiny amount of carefully applied pressure, is all it takes to have that gloved finger sinuously sliding up into your cunt. Your mouth drops open as if to let out a dire scream of ecstasy yet all that materializes is a wounded little animal sound as you bask in the friction as much as the stretch. Your pussy doesn’t even try to fight it, so wet and puffy after only a short few weeks of endless edging that it now welcomes the intrusion with nothing short of delight. 

That alone would have likely been enough to satisfy you for the foreseeable future but after giving his digit a perfunctory wiggle to test the give of your inner sleeve, Neuvillette slowly slides a second finger in to join the first. The internal pressure instantly swells to new dizzying heights that leave you groaning a gutted sound into the elegant bend of his neck, gasping for breath. 

“Ooohhh! Monsieur …!”

Shushing you, the Chief Justice turns his face to place a lingering kiss to the side of your head before speaking in the solemn tone he usually reserved for meting out judgements in the court. “Quiet now, little one. You don’t want to alert anyone who might be outside my door of the punishment you’re being made to endure, do you?” 

“N - … no, sir. I don’t.” 

“As I thought.” Nodding once, he slowly trails the hand resting across your back further down to nudge at your hip. “Sit down on my fingers then, and do not even think to indulge yourself in grinding on them. That’s it now, slowly. Just like that.” 

Shuddering, you gingerly settle into place with his digits wedged deep inside your body. The motion forces your cunt to stretch around them and take him in even further until it feels like he’s just short of tickling your cervix. The already blinding pressure seems to double and then triple, and you sway unsteadily there on his lap with a low, gutted moan of wanting. 

“There.” He coos, rewarding you for your compliance with a brief squeeze around the waist. “Such a good girl you are. And are you comfortable? Ah, I suppose that might be a silly question to ask, isn’t it? No matter. All you need to do is quietly sit there while I enjoy my coffee and read over a few documents, and then you’ll be free to go about your day. Simple, isn’t it?” 

That was certainly easy for him to say but you couldn’t claim to be in agreement with the sentiment. In fact, you couldn’t say much of anything at all. 

You were so overwhelmed by the blinding sensation of being impaled on his fingers that it was a struggle just to think straight, let alone speak, and that was to say nothing of the intense pulse making your cunt spasm around the intrusion. It’s as if your body was trying to instinctively milk him of every last drop and you couldn’t make it stop. You were going to cum. 

Archons help you, you were going to cum and there wasn’t a single thing you could do to prevent it from happening. 

“Nnnghn, m - monsieur Neuvillette, I - I —“

“This is only a friendly word of advice, mon petite, but I suggest you learn to control yourself quickly.” He warns in an idle tone as he reaches across the desk for his cup. “I don’t think you’ll be very happy with the next manner of discipline I have to enforce if even this is not enough to make you understand.” 

Screwing your eyes shut, you gnash your teeth and desperately try to will your body to relax around his fingers instead of tensing up around them. It’s an effort in futility and one you don’t think you’ll win after weeks of denial, but with a dull, hollow throb your body reluctantly starts to cooperate. It’s an incredibly difficult thing to do when you were already teetering so close to the edge that you could all but taste release on your tongue, but you somehow manage to reach a purgatorial state wherein you find yourself simply hanging in the balance. 

It doesn’t come without a cost though. 

Feeling simultaneously drained and incredibly euphoric at the same time, you bonelessly sag against the front of him. Your cheek finds his shoulder, staring off into the far distance without actually seeing anything at all, and he noises a soft sound of approval when you go still again. The vibration seems to rattle through his chest and right into you where you’re pressed up against him, the resulting vibration making you whimper in high strung distress. This was somehow even more harrowingly tortuous than your usual sessions with the Iudex. 

After only a few clandestine meetings in his office he’d become so familiar with your body and its tells that he could easily recognize when you were getting close and remove the source of your pleasure before you tipped over into the awaiting abyss on the other side. The current situation was ten times more precarious though, because it put the responsibility of stopping yourself from cumming squarely on your own shoulders and there was no escaping the constant pressure pushing in on your guts. It felt like you were going to devolve into a wild fit of spasms at any second if you let your mind focus back in on your body and what it was feeling for even a moment. 

What manages to register as being even worse is the inherent humiliation that comes with being made to warm his fingers like this. Not only were you forced to deny the natural urge to grind and rut onto them, which was degrading enough on its own, but the fact that you weren’t even permitted to suffer this indignity on his cock further highlights your position here. Monsieur Neuvillette wasn’t doing this for his own gain or satisfaction, nor was he even really doing it for yours. He remains as nonchalant and even disinterested about what’s happening as he seemed to expect you to be, and you wonder how he as a man can be so unaffected by this even as your aching cunt continues to gush around him. 

You’re so wet it seems to border on obscene. Even through the barrier of his glove you’re certain he must be able to feel it too, but he maintains his implacable facade as he drinks from his coffee as if it were any other afternoon at the Palais. And for him it likely was, your presence on his lap not nearly enough to distract the always composed and collected Chief Justice from his duties. A lesser man would have broken by now, given into carnal urges and the chance opportunity you presented to lay you out on top of his desk and have his way with you. At this point you weren’t so sure you would have even feigned to protest it. 

You wanted him. Wanted to cum screaming his name while he laid claim to your perfectly willing body with his cock stuffed deep inside your — 

A violent shudder suddenly assaults you in a rush, and you whimper low in your throat as you deliriously try to reign your control back in. The involuntary throbbing deep within your cunt starts up again, mirroring the frantic pounding of your heart while your hips weakly twitch with the onset of an orgasm you hopelessly try to stop. 

It’s no use though. You’re wound too tight, stretched too thin over weeks of denial, and your pussy clenches so tight it actually hurts. Sucking in a sharp, horrified gasp, you desperately fist your shaking hands into his robes and clutch at him as you’re wracked by an abrupt onslaught of spasms that seem to rock you straight down to your very soul. The only thing that stops you from relishing in it and crying out your pleasure for the whole Palais to hear is the sinking, suffocating dread that comes with the knowledge that you’ve gone against monsieur Neuvillette’s wishes and disobeyed him. 

You were going to be punished for it, of that you were sure. 

Even that knowledge is not enough to cut your orgasm short though, and you tremble wildly through the roiling waves of ecstasy that just keep crashing into you, again and again. You’d been so pent up that it stretches well past the point of discomfort until you finally collapse against him an eternity later, your hips still bucking in a weak attempt to drain his fingers of something they simply didn’t have to give. But it’s an instinctual drive that makes you try, and it isn’t until his free hand comes down to take bruising hold of your waist and physically stop you from moving do you finally give up with a frazzled sound of defeat. 

Slumped against him while you take stuttering mouthfuls of wet, gasping breaths, you dazedly try to reorient yourself to no avail. It felt like the room was spinning, everything impermanent and intangible save the unyielding man underneath you. Truly, monsieur Neuvillette was the only thing that seemed at all real anymore and you blindly cling to him when he brings his hand up to lift your face from his shoulder. 

“Oh, mon petite,” He sighs, sounding disappointed and rueful in equal measure. “You didn’t even last ten whole minutes. I’ve really no idea what to do with you.” 

“I - I - I’m ss - sorry, monsieur.” 

Softly clicking his tongue, he nudges your chin a little higher with the finger he’s got curled underneath. You feel him lean in close then, and your lower lip sadly warbles at the thoughts of punishments and scoldings that dance through your cotton stuffed head, supplying an endless list of possible retributions you might be made to endure next. 

But all you feel is the sudden, damp swipe of his tongue across your cheek and you blearily crack your eyes open to glance at him. You hadn’t realized you’d started crying, though you know not how when your face was so hot and wet with tears. It was glaringly obvious now, and you shamefully try to turn your head from him but he holds fast even as his tongue flicks out to once again lap at the salty tracks coating your skin. 

This was the only thing that ever seemed to pierce through his mask of carefully held stoicism and you still didn’t understand it any more than you did at the start of all this. But the change that comes over him is undeniable, from the mere act of licking up the tears from your face in such an ungentlemanly manner to the way he covetously seems to curl himself around you, like a snake winding around its captured prey. Or … perhaps a dragon of long forgotten myth claiming it’s pilfered treasure would be more accurate. 

You’re not sure why such a strange notion should come to you but it’s an intrusive thought you haven’t been able to shake for weeks now, and you mewl softly when Neuvillette turns your face so he can get at the other cheek now. It was almost as humiliatingly dehumanizing as having his fingers still stuffed inside your cunt as if to stopper some great leak. 

That analogy was perhaps not as inaccurate as you’d prefer it to be but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. 

“Monsieur please,” You beg, vainly squirming in his too tight grasp. “I didn’t mean to do it, I - I swear I did not.” 

Rumbling a faint sound that is eerily reminiscent of a growl, Neuvillette takes one last lick at your tear stained skin before straightening up to look at you again. 

“You may not have intentionally disobeyed me, little one, but that does not change the fact that you did. Your behavior must be corrected or I would be remiss for not enforcing the rules I’ve set for you.” Pausing, he issues a quiet breath through his nose as he intently studies your face. The unexpectedly hungry glint in those lilac irises, obvious even when his dark lashes were drooping down in attractive half mast, inspires a hopeful throb low in your gut. 

Surely he wasn’t going to … he wouldn’t actually — 

“Such a lovely flower you are, even now when you’ve displeased me so. There is no need for you to tremble though, mon petite. Your punishment will not be a physical one. Mmmm … and I do believe I have something in mind that should sufficiently correct this insatiable appetite you harbor but it will take me a few days to make the necessary arrangements. Have you ever heard of the term chastity before, sweet girl?” 

Your brows draw inward to knit while you ponder through that question. “Do you mean … my virginity, monsieur?” 

“Not quite.” Chuckling, Neuvillette shifts slightly underneath you with an accompanying soft creak from the chair. “No matter. All will be explained to you in due course, when the time comes. But for right now I must think of some other way to mete out your penalty for this transgression. I’m very disappointed in you, you know.” 

“I’m sorry.” You murmur as you abashedly drop his gaze, too sheepish and embarrassed to meet his eye any longer. 

A quiet beat passes over the still office before he offers up a brief hum as if to signal his conclusion has been reached. “Let’s start with having you kneel for me. On the floor, carefully now. Do not fall.” 

Gathering all of your shuddering strength, you hesitantly manage to pry yourself away from where you were all but plastered to the front of him but he assists you every step of the way with a steady hand. Lifting your cunt up off his fingers is the most difficult part and you grimace slightly at the sticky wet slurp that results when you do, leaving behind a deep ache that begs to be filled with something much more substantial. 

You know that’s not going to happen any time soon though as you shimmy down off the chair and gratefully sink onto your knees between the spread of his feet. Keeping your hands loosely braced on the Iudex’s legs, you obediently look up to him for your next command. 

All you wanted was to be good for him and you think he must recognize that on some level because he fixes you with another kind, indulgent smile that makes your heart skip a beat. But then he offers out his hand to you, the one you’d been sitting on for the last some odd minutes, and a gasp promptly rattles in your chest when you look to find the dark leather coated in a sticky film of arousal. There was something of a thicker consistency clinging to his fingers as well, white and creamy, which you innately recognize as being the end result of your unearned orgasm. 

Deeply ashamed to have the evidence of your failure shown to you, your gaze nervously travels back up towards his face again. ”Monsieur?” 

“Do not look so sad, little one. It is your mess so it’s only right to make you clean it up, no?” Tipping his head to one side, Neuvillette coaxingly nudges his soiled fingers towards you. “Go on. Lick them clean for me and taste yourself on my glove, pet.” 

Jittery uncertainty grabs you in a chokehold as you snap your attention back to his hand. You weren’t quite sure about this when the very notion of doing such a thing was so foreign to you. Of course you’d heard whispers of people talking about putting their mouths on their lover or vice versa, but you hadn’t thought you’d ever be presented with an opportunity to find out what your own arousal tastes like. You'd certainly never thought to do it yourself. 

Even more disconcerting though is the hard note of command in monsieur Neuvillette’s voice when he’d issued the order. You were unaccustomed to him speaking to you like that but, you try to reason, this was supposed to be a punishment. And you certainly didn’t want to displease him any further than you already had … 

So you timidly lean forward, bending your head over his lap in a way that makes you feel hot and bothered again, your pussy distantly clenching around nothing. Your mouth opens just enough to allow your tongue to slip out and you take a shy little kitten lick at the tip of his longest middle digit. The faintly salty, bitter taste of your own cunt instantly swarms your tastebuds, unfamiliar to you yet not entirely disagreeable. It’s a unique flavor, particularly when paired with the leather of his glove, and you issue a quiet, faltering mewl as you somewhat reluctantly close your lips around his finger down to the first joint.  “That’s it, little love.” He breathes out from somewhere seemingly far above you, an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice now. “Make sure you get them nice and clean for me. In just a few days time I’m going to take away your freedom to even think about touching yourself so savor it while you still can. I will have you under control soon enough, sweet girl. That I can promise you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[stxrr-strxckk]

Anything fluff with quackity and fem reader 👀

A/N: first request! Hope you like this fic <3 Remember to like, follow, and reblog!

Clip it, chat!

(Quackity x fem!reader fluff)

synopsis: Alex decides to invite his girlfriend on stream, chat gets a little carried away.

Any warnings?: really crappy writing (not proofread) and even crappier spanish I'm sorry 😭 I don't know anything other the basics but I'm trying trust 🙏

What's on the record player?: Out of my league; Fitz and the Tantrums

"Hey, we're going live soon. You ready?"

I glanced up from my phone and smiled at Alex, my boyfriend of the past few months. Today, he was finally going to introduce me to his fans. "Yeah, let's do this!"

He grinned at me, turning to his computer and quickly opening twitch, readying his webcam. "Just say the word and we'll start, mi amor."

I straightened in my chair and smoothed the creases out of my shirt. It may have seemed stupid to care this much what random strangers on the internet thought, but it was serious to me.

Alex seemed to notice my nervous demeanor, and he placed a comforting hand on my knee.

"Hey, don't be nervous! They're gonna love you, princesa."

I nodded anxiously, trying my hardest to not be too nervous.

As the stream started, I watched dumbfounded as messages poured in from chat. He'd only started streaming a few moments ago and there were already thousands watching us.

"Hey everyone, I'm streaming today because there's someone very important I want to introduce to you all."

Alex grabbed my hand under the table, giving me a soft smile.

"This," he gestures to me, draping an arm over my shoulders, "is my girlfriend. Say hi, girlfriend!"

"Hi, girlfriend." I replied, stifling a giggle. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Nevermind, I'm taking you off this stream. Say bye, girlfriend!"

He pretended to push me out of frame, and I swatted his hands away as chats filled Alex's second monitor asking him to let me stay.

"What do we think, chat? Should she stay?" he asked, giving up on pushing me to instead read chat.

"Let me stay!" I add, laughing awkwardly. Alex turned back to me, smiling.

"Okay, we'll let her stay. For now." he added the last part, laughing. "Anyways chat, today we're going to be playing some roblox!"

"Ooh, can we play dress to impress?" I asked, giggling.

"We'll see, princesa."

The stream went on without a hitch, and by the end chat had already created a ship name for us.

"Okay, that's gonna be it for today. I'll probably stream sometime next week, and maybe we'll have our special guest come back again." Alex gave me a cheeky grin. "What do you say, mi amor?~"

"I don't know..." I pretended to be unsure, smiling lightly.

"Please? For me?" he asked, making puppy dog eyes.

"I'll think about it." I replied with a small smile.

Alex grinned, and I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he looked. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes lit up and grinned wider than ever.

Chat was wizzing by faster than ever, mostly messages about how cute we were as a couple.

"Chat, you need to clip this."

We ended stream soon after (much to the dismay of fans), and Alex looked over at me, smiling.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm glad they liked me."

"I told you they would," he hummed. "how could they not? You're perfect, mi amor."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I smiled. "I love you, Alex."

"Yo quiero comer culo." he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"So, do you think you'll let me back on stream anytime soon?" I asked.

"Of course, princesa."

a/n: first oneshot done! Please heart, follow, and reblog if you enjoyed loves <3

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[rocketbirdie]

can you elaborate on your perception of sefikura (bc i trust your opinions)

i saw a tiktok this morning and i already saw some discourse about them before but now i really wanna know for myself if it's okay to ship them or if it's one of the problematic ships that i still like because the dynamic's too good/obvious/well-written/[insert other reason here]

so far i only have some kind of "they match each other's freak" and "opposite attracts" kinda vibe from them but i'd like to dwelve more on their relationship to see what else can i gather from all the information we have from all the different games

before i do though (which might be in a while bc i'm busy) i'd like your take on everything related to those two please please please 🙏

hoping you consider it, have a nice day!

of course it's fine! though it's not my preferred taste in ship, i definitely see the appeal of sefikura. most fans of sefikura love it for the very reason that it's freaky and quote unquote problematic. and enjoying it doesn't make you a bad person, despite what some random internet strangers might try to convince you. the dubcon themes and toxic abusive relationship that are common in the ship aren't a reflection of a person's morals, it's just a juicy dynamic between two of the most iconic video game characters of all time.

you see the words "problematic" "unethical" "gross" etc. thrown around in the context of fandom and shipping. especially with ffvii where ship wars are super common. don't let it get to your head. you like what you like, and you shouldn't let others police you about what you're supposedly "allowed" to enjoy. likewise, you can't change other people's minds about their interests, nor should you think it's your responsibility to shield someone else from something that might upset them.

it's not worth stressing over, especially when it comes to something as relatively tame as sefikura. TRUST me, in some fandoms it can get so much nastier than boring old sefikura lmao. the same holds true everywhere, just ship and let ship for the sake of your sanity.

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Regarding queerbaiting: Sherlock is one of the more famous examples, and the tumblr drama surrounding it is an... interesting story that I think is worth knowing if you want to understand the queerbait allegations.

The show, made and set in the 2010s, liked to poke fun at John Watson for being a straight man shacking up with another single dude. The show's creators -- one of whom is a gay man himself -- were born in 60s, so I see these jokes as two guys who were adults during the height of AIDS and Thatcherism taking delight in the fact they're now living in a world where queerness is largely accepted and somewhat normalized. A straight guy being forced to constantly defend himself from nonchalant assumptions that the man he's living with is his gay lover is funny when he's not in any danger of being hate-crimed over it, right?

(I'm not a fan of the joke personally, but I get it.)

They really liked this stupid joke though, so they used it again and again and again, to the point that young fans started to become convinced it was hinting at something. I can't blame them: there was even a lesbian character who fell for Sherlock and explicitly compared herself to John as someone who wasn't into men and yet was just so spellbound by this one special detective boi.

It was pretty lesbophobic imo, which should have been a massive red flag as to how the showrunners really felt about queer characters...

...But where the show went from annoying to actively hostile was the mystery of how Sherlock survived his apparent death at the end of season 2. The showrunners swore up and down it was solvable... and then when the next season aired, the "solution" was "lol who cares how he did it, this is a ~*character driven story*~ and only stupid obsessed idiots would want to solve the mystery. 🤣🤣🤣"

Make no mistake, they singled out the mlm shippers specifically for mockery -- there's a group of Sherlock Holmes conspiracy theorists in the show who argue over a theory that Holmes and Moriarty staged the death together and then kissed about it. (The viewer is clearly meant to laugh at this.)

Some of the Johnlockers on tumblr refused to believe this was happening to them and doubled down and convinced themselves there was going to be an amazing Johnlock plot twist at the end of season 4. My understanding (which might be wrong, I wasn't in the fandom) is that this contingent was largely composed of naive queer teenagers who blindly trusted a handful of influential adults who insisted that the show was deep and clever and didn't hate its fans.

So I can definitely sympathize with the folks who fear Byler is just queerbait. This too is a mlm fandom made up of naive teenagers trusting the adults who swear that the secret gay plot twist is totally gonna happen this time, trust me bro it's not called Surface Things.

And, look. I think it's very sensible to be skeptical of random strangers on the internet who insist they have the answers, no matter how authoritative they might sound. Keep on doing that, folks. 👍

But I think that principle applies just as much to the "this is just like Sherlock" doomers as it does to the "anyone who thinks Byler won't happen has no media literacy" lot. Yes, it's always possible that the Duffers were queerbaiting us all along... but the way Sherlock and Stranger Things approach queerness truly is like night and day.

Huh, well, if what you say is accurate, then it sounds like the Holmes writers were just jerks overall. I can see the joke, as you explain it. I may not think it appropriate to make it a running gag, but it's good for a chuckle or two. If it was truly presented as a joke, then it would be on the fans for misinterpreting it, but I don't know enough about how it was presented to know how easy it would be for fans to make that conclusion.

To me, it only makes it more apparent that things on Stranger Things are "night and day," as you put it. Will's feelings, and Robin's, for that matter, are not treated as jokes. They're treated as dramatic, emotional parts of their individual arcs. In Will's case, his happiness is linked to his relationship with Mike, which is complicated by the fact that he doesn't think he'll get to have a romantic relationship with him, or at all really.

I prefer to think the Duffers are better than whoever was responsible for what you described. While it all remains to be seen, they deserve the benefit of the doubt, for now.

[aphidclan-clangen]

DUDEEEE, I WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH YOU SOOO BAD.......... BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS WEIRD TO ASK....

I’m not very comfortable with parasocial relationships/parasocial stuff sadly, we’re very much strangers and you don’t know me, and I certainly know very little to nothing about any of you. I’m glad you like my art! I’m always happy to see my art inspire other people and bring joy into other people’s lives, that’s amazing, but that…doesn’t mean we should be friends just because you like the select drawings and sketches that I’ve put on the internet. ESPECIALLY if you’re a minor, that’s a whole risky/dangerous ball park in itself !! I’m very uncomfortable with minors even DMing me, the relationship between fan and creator should be entirely professional at most.

There are a lot of influencers and brands out there that try to make their fans think they’re your friend, when really they’re not, and I really don’t want to be anything like that to you guys. It’s a kind of idolization and manipulation and a power dynamic that squicks me out in its entirety. There’s a lot of potential risk and danger in fan/creator relationships, and I do not want you guys to put me on a pedestal like that. Dont even consider me a “content creator,” or an idol. I love being an inspiration to people because I like the idea of bringing joy into others lives through my work, but that doesn’t mean I want you to put me on a pedestal and entrust me with your relationships and personal life. I’m not your friend, I’m not the best, I’m not even an expert at what I do, far from it. I’m just some random person who draws cats in their spare time, and you guys happen to like it, that’s all. I’m a real live person, with a name, a family, interests, flaws, mistakes, screw-ups, a personality you only see 10% of, friends, and most importantly I don’t know you. You don’t know me. No parasocial stuff please. Please stay safe out there and be careful of who and what you trust on the internet

[kleiner-detektiv]

This is the reminder to not trust strangers on the internet! Especially if they come into your ask box for the first time ever to ask for money on go-fund-me or ko-fi!

It doesn't matter how heartbreaking their story is - you should be skeptical the second they claim "You are the only person I know I can trust". Especially if this is the first time you hear about their blog!

The more detailed the story, the more skeptical you should be!

1. Check how long this blog exists. Is it older than a (few) month?

2. Check what kind of content they reblog. Most fake blogs only reblog esthetic things (nature, mood boards), random things from the same tag, or just tragic war pics you could find on the internet in 5 seconds. There won't be any personal posts inbetween. This way they can spread different stories in different ask boxes without worrying, if those stories match each other. For weeks, months or years!

3. Check the bio. Too much information should make you skeptical! Those function for different actors as template for writing asks and messages. Writing those asks or writing in chats as some fake person is still a real and existent job! Those are not always bots! And they will always try to gain your trust and send you to other websites!

4. Check the profile pic. Pics of rl people/families should make you skeptical!

5. Never send money to an unknown account! Do a fact check, even if you want to donate to official charities!

6. Don't let them guilt trip you! You are no one to shame, if you deny their request to "just share the link" they sent you! No matter how much they complimented you beforehand! And you don't owe them your personal information! When they forced the details about their life on you, it's not your problem! You didn't ask for it, so you don't have to share anything in exchange!

7. Never, NEVER click on an unknown link a mere stranger sent you!!!

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

the fact that it's only been three days since half my hand has been rendered unusable and I'm already experiencing The Symptoms (random bouts of crying, shouting about strangers on the internet, fantasizing about making my suicide as dramatic, political, and poignant as possible, etc) should really be allowed as proof that I cannot be trusted in a work environment. I'm like a parrot in a tiny cage, plucking my own feathers and screaming at innocent passersby, because I'm understimulated and unable to engage in natural behaviors.

[just-antithings]

Regarding the recent callout of a person who coped with tcest

So idk why antis are upset, the artist put their art on a separate account and never talked about it to anyone. Now someone decides just it existing alone is bad and the artist clearly stating it MAKES THEM FEEL BETTER is bad?

And then the replies are all like “we feel betrayed and upset!” betrayed about what exactly? Who told you (general) to trust a random person on the internet? Who told you to trust a stranger based on what they like/dislike? And who told you or taught you that you should invalidate how someone feels just because *you* are uncomfortable?

I don’t care about your feelings of disgust, you CHOSE to get mad about an account you could’ve blocked and unfollowed. If art of fictional turtles makes you feel oh so disgusted, why was your first response to add to the dog pile of a person who isn’t mentally okay? Why couldn’t you have just blocked the side account, unfollowed the artist and carry on with your day/night?

Honestly I too felt disgusted, but not because of the art. I felt disgusted that people would rather farm internet clout like 4chan or KF users instead of thinking for a bit and realizing the artist is a human being with feelings too

And I’m sorry for sounding angry, but I’m frustrated at the state fandoms have become. We shouldn’t have to fear about getting shamed or hurt over fiction we like. Fandoms are supposed to be fun, not the cause of more stress

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[naamahdarling]

Hey random internet stranger here but the articles you reposted about the homeless shelter in California glosses over several key details.

1. They are not outlawing street camping full stop, only if there is shelter available. And from what I've heard they are approaching people kindly and letting them know about shelter.

2. They are doing this in response to voters, which a healthy democracy does, in fact, do.

3. As someone who just barely dodged homelessness myself, I would /MUCH/ rather have my city approach me and essentially say "Hey, we built you a place to live, you don't have to live here on the street" than left to. Just live on the street.

Thank you genuinely for the perspective! I actually intended to come back and talk about it. I hope it doesn't go really badly. It gives me the creeps, though. Like I agree I also would want that, but also being there would scare me a lot, I think, not because of the other people there, but because anywhere you gather marginalized people, the potential for immediate widespread abuse becomes very real and extremely tempting for those in power.

I don't in general agree with the idea of leaving the safety of the oppressed/marginalized up to a popular vote, because that hasn't historically worked out great, and I trust elected officials even less. We aren't living in a healthy democracy, sadly. So we need to let the people affected devise fair solutions, in this instance, the very very poor and unhoused.

I do know that any law governing where people can be/sleep/what they can do in public is always going to be interpreted to the detriment of the people in question. That's what we are seeing with the "don't be trans in public" shit. And people hate homeless people with a vitriol I have never in my life seen directed at any other kind of person besides child abusers, animal abusers, and possibly but not always murderers.

I'm definitely not opposed to temporarily housing people with nowhere to go in a transitional space, but I think we then, obviously, and I know you will agree, get them out of that space ASAP and into free local housing that isn't means tested or predicated upon not having certain behaviors.

This should not happen to anyone, and I truly mean that. I very rarely say "I wouldn't wish that on an enemy," I'm not that good of a person, I genuinely think some people deserve immense suffering, but this is one of the rarelys. Even the worst person I can think of deserves a roof *they own* over their head.

I would be happy to hear your further thoughts if you have any!

[hiddensneker]

Sorry if this sounds all over the place I have like a horrible headache but

IF YOU SEE THIS PERSON PLEASE BLOCK THEM!!!

I’ve seen a lot of people (mostly minors) follow and interact with this person despite the large amount of red flags they have on their profile so I just want to lay out every reason why this person is extremely weird and you should stay as far away as possible.

1. the whole “fandom mom” thing

Guys please I know most of you are minors and don’t see the problem but an adult should NEVER try to make themselves come off as someone as trustable as a PARENT to a minor. ESPECIALLY if they never interacted before.

As a minor if you ever see an adult try to do this the first thing you should ask yourself is “why does an adult want me to immediately put so much trust into them”. Any adult should understand that trust from a minor is not something you can demand from them. That should be built up naturally through your interactions and even then, they’re not going to look up to you in the same way as an adult. It should always be the minors choice on if they consider you a trusted adult. Adults should never try to force that onto someone and if they do then that’s clearly a sign they don’t have good intentions.

Being a parent is having a position of power and authority over a minor. Minors are expected to look up and do everything their told to by a parent. Which is why it’s dangerous for adults to try to make themselves come off as a fandom adult. It’s putting them in a position where they can easily abuse or take advantage of minors.

Now to be clear I’m not saying that “oh any adult who’s not your birth parents can’t be you parents” obviously found family is a thing. But the difference between those situations is that found family is between a minor and a adult who they known for years and have presented themselves as a responsible role model. This is a random stranger on the internet who most people met like a week ago.

And I get it, most minors just assume this is a joke and isn’t meant to be taken seriously. And I completely understand that assumption. But any adult should know that even as a joke, that behavior is extremely weird. It’s only really an appropriate thing to joke about if it’s with other consenting adults. We’ll get back to this-

Especially since she’s doing this without the consent of the minor in some cases. Seriously, some people who she called her “babies” are people who don’t interact with her, have never said it was okay for her to “adopt” them, and are just randomly being put into this situation REGARDLESS on if it makes them comfortable.

“Oh but she’s just joking” uh yeah about that

2. She’s 100% serious!

Yesterday on Mother’s Day. She had done us the honors of gracing us with this post:

There’s ALOT to break down here, and I’ll get to that. But the main thing I want to point out is that she’s taking this 100% seriously.

So no it’s not a joke, atleast to her. She’s genuinely expecting these minors to look up to her as an adult.

Let me reiterate, she’s trying to claim that random minors who don’t consent to being adopted are her ACTUAL children.

This should be extremely worrying to anyone, this is breaching so many boundaries for a lot of people. Especially those who don’t even consent to this. To barge in and try to claim that a minor should look up to you as an actual parent is extremely invasive. And as a 33 year old women, she should know that.

What’s worse is that she’s luring minors into a false sense of security by letting them think it’s a joke. Until they’re comfortable enough with these interactions for her to reveal her alternative motive.

Most of the people (even those who play along) never actually agreed to be put in this dynamic. She just came along and presented herself like that. And under the assumption that she was most likely joking, those people played along. Once she got them in the position where they no longer think it’s strange or weird, she revealed that it wasn’t a joke at all and that she was serious.

THIS IS MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR. THIS IS THE BEHAVIOR OF SOMEONE TRYING TO USE MINORS. THIS IS NOT HOW ADULTS NORMALLY INTERACT WITH MINORS.

For comparison, I have many adult friends and I’m friends with people who are younger then me. Those friendships were built by simple interactions and conversation. I was never stressed or forced to see them as some sort of authority over me and I didn’t do the same to my friends. The choice to trust my adult online friends to the point I feel comfortable asking them for life advice came from multiple years of building trust and them stepping in to tell me when I’m in a situation where I was in danger or I was accidentally putting other people in danger. Not because they wanted me to trust them but because they genuinely wanted me to be safe.

They did not randomly dm me in discord going “oh wow your a minor and I’m an adult? I should be your fandom mom” and then after like a month tops of barely interacting they go “oh actually that’s not a joke you really are my child and you should see me as your parent”

3. Other massive red flags

To address the elephant in the room. If an online adult ever goes up to you and says “your the child I could never have irl”

you turn your ass around, and you run as fast as you can towards the hills

I literally can not stress enough how absolutely fucking weird and creepy that is. That is some shit you’d see in a 2008 psa about adults trying to use minors on the internet.

No, you are not some random person on the internets replacement child. You are not on the same level as an actual irl child. That is an extremely weird thing to put on a MINOR.

Again, these are random people she approached and just went “oh yeah you will suffice as the child i could never have”

This isn’t even something that you would drop on anyone regardless of age ESPECIALLY a minor. It is absolutely not a minors responsibility or worry to have to live up or deal with YOUR trauma.

This is something that no joke I think can be extremely traumatizing to put a minor through.

It’s also pressuring them into following along with this weird fantasy, because if they say no then their suddenly a jerk who’s taking away your “dream”.

Like please god do not ever put minors on this kind of position. And if your a minor and a adult tries to put this on you LEAVE! LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!!! GET OUT AS FAST AS YOU CAN THEY DO NOT HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS WITH YOU!!!

The appropriate way for an adult to deal with a situation like this is to get therapy or help from OTHER adults. They do not drag minors into their weird coping mechanisms.

Oh, and can we take a closer look at that passage about them being lead by god into the fandom?

Now to be clear, I have nothing against people who are religious. As long as your not trying to push harmful believes or follow people who push it *cough*

But the wording and phrasing of this part of the post is extremely weird and manipulative. First of all, literally trying to come off as if their a saint of god send to the fandom is weird. Like I think regardless of religious stance we can all agree with that. This is a fandom for a lego show meant for 7 year olds not a sinners convention. It also, again, puts them in a position of authority and trust, since their literally making themselves seem holy.

But also, that end part “which led to hearts I somehow knew needed me”

Uh, quick question, who actually needs this lady? Like no seriously, who needed a random 33 year old to call you her child? I know I don’t.

Which leads to the point of, why is she trying to convince us that theres a problem that only she can fix?

Like really think about that, this is 33 year old women going up to random minors, claiming they need her help and putting them in a vulnerable position so that they can put their trust in her to fix it.

That’s extremely manipulative to try to convince people that there’s a problem with them.

Are a lot of people in this fandom have issues or in need of help? Well yes, i mean we do enjoy a lego show that’s not out of the question.

But there’s no way for her to know what we need NOR is she actually qualified or trust worthy to help us with those issues.

What’s also worrying is that manipulators tend to use peoples vents or issues to learn their insecurities and use it to manipulate their victims further.

Which is why it’s extremely worrying that she’s trying to present herself as a messenger of god meant to “help” people in order to encourage people to approach her about their issues.

4. Why does this matter?

Throughout conversations I’ve had with people either through my posts or otherwise. They’ve always said one thing. “Well we can’t prove she has alternative motives”

While I’ll disagree with that (she already stated her alternative motive which is using minors to fulfill her coping fantasy of being a mom). I think that’s not really what’s important here.

Even if we give her the benefit of the doubt (which we should not do given her behavior) and assume she has good intentions, that doesn’t mean that her behavior isn’t extremely worrying or already harmful and that we shouldnt encourage minors to recognize these red flags and avoid them.

Vanata is putting herself in a position where if minors don’t immediately recognize these red flags, then they might not be able to escape until it’s to late.

It’s not just her “making people uncomfortable”. She’s purposefully targeting vulnerable minors and is trying to convince them to put her full trust in them.

Her method is to slowly break down their barriers until their comfortable with what she wants them to do. That’s what’s dangerous here and that’s what we need to look out for and prevent.

We need to encourage minors in this fandom to recognize manipulative behavior from adults and to stay away. We need to teach minors to be liberal when blocking people and to turn away the minute a adult seems off putting or weird.

It is my honest opinion that it’s better if a minor accidentally avoids a harmless adult then a situation where a minor is being taken advantage by an adult.

We need to discourage other adults from using terms like “fandom moms” or putting themselves in that type of position of power if they do have good intentions.

Vanata has put herself in a position of power over minors in this fandom and is trying to ask them to introduce her to more fandoms and we NEED to stomp this out before it becomes a bigger issue.

And if your a minor do NOT try to contact her about this. Your putting yourself in a situation where she can manipulate you further. Just block and avoid her please!

[dumplingsjinson]

I think you should tell cat you want to be his gf or leave. I find this non cuffing thing weird

Hey! Hi, I hope you're doing well, too.

As I've said before, I'm okay with taking things slow and not becoming "cuffed" yet, and want to give things a chance and see how they go.

And like I said before, I didn't go into that conversation expecting to become official or to come out with a boyfriend, because my thought process before this whole confusion somewhat aligns with the current way dating culture is. Semantics got in the way and here we are. I don't mind things either way and am not too fussed about labels at such an early stage.

Dating culture is different everywhere and what you find weird might be how someone else does things (as is with everything else in life), and that's their norm.

I appreciate you mean well, and that you probably don't want me wasting my time, but I would also appreciate if you didn't tell me what you think I should be doing, and what you think I should not be doing.

That's a bit of a boundary I feel I should probably set here; I'm uncomfortable with people on the internet telling me what they think I should be doing and then saying that how things that are working out for me are "weird" because of their personal opinion. To each their own, and it's fine to think that way but I don't really appreciate people telling me, "I think this is weird therefore you should break it off with him" or "I think you should do this or that" in general when it comes to my own blog or my own life. (This has been something I've wanted to talk about for a hot minute now but held back.)

I'd also appreciate if people would stop assuming I absolutely WANT to be his girlfriend. Like, yeah, it would be nice, and I go on here and yell about it like "OH MY GOD I WANT HIM SO BAD, FUCKK" but it really isn't that deep, trust me. I tend to overexaggerate because that's just what I do?

I am not trying to rush into something I'm unsure of myself, because that might end up hurting me more in the long run if things don't work out.

And anyway, I never really asked for advice on whether or not I should break it off with him so pure opinions/advice like these are a bit unsolicited, if I have to say so myself.

Also, this goes off topic, but at the end of the day, you don't know me. I'm a stranger to you as much as you are a stranger to me, and even if I do share bits and pieces of my love life and my personal life on here, you don't get the full picture of me, so I'd appreciate not having people who I essentially do not know insert their opinions on things they don't have the full picture of, especially when I never really asked for advice/your opinions on this. I like to rant about it, yes, but that's not the same as me asking for suggestions on how I can approach this, and unless I explicitly ask for it (which I sometimes do, but not in this case), that's overstepping a boundary of mine.

Hopefully I don't sound too rude or harsh or even hostile over such a simple ask, or like a complete bitchass, because that's not what I'm trying to sound like; I'm sorry if I came off that way, and I get sharing part of my personal life on here would warrant a variation of opinions and that's okay. It's kind of to be expected, especially since I do have my ask box open and my reply section open for stuff like that. I don't mind it, but there's always a line to be drawn.

It's all good and fun, but then comes the part where people think it's okay to tell me what they think I should be doing, or worse, telling me what I should be doing (which this ask is not trying to do, I get that, but... yeah), which I really am not a fan of. It's not something I'm comfortable with, and that's a boundary I'd like to draw from here on out.

Tell me your opinions all you want. Random opinions are fine. Opinions when I ask for advice is also fine. But when it comes to things I'm not asking for advice on, or never asked for advice on (such as whether I should leave this relationship or not)? Yeah, no. Please just know where the line is.

It's also giving what my friend was trying to do and I genuinely did not like that (telling me what to do, saying "you have to do this because I believe that's how things should work"), and seeing this coming from someone I essentially do not know... Yeah, definitely not my cup of tea.

[the-pen-pot]

I guess personally I have benefited from unsolicited criticism of stuff I have written. So I struggle to see it as like... something you should never do, because when people ARE nice about it, it's been pretty good sometimes. I think the problem is that a lot of the people giving it aren't as nice as they think they are. But I don't think that means we can't ever give it, just that you need to write it, then stare at it for like 5 straight minutes and ask how it would feel if your partner got that in their inbox from a stranger, then throw it out and rewrite it but better until you're comfortable with sending it, if at all.

Sorry I'm the person from the other anonymous ask (assuming you didn't get more...) and I want to say that I'm not trying to condone people being assholes under the guise of "criticism". I just think that saying it should never happen to anyone isn't necessarily true, because I personally have been improved as a writer by receiving it and I think that GOOD, well-thought-out, kind critiques are something I am happy to receive. I also think that they should include things that the reader liked, that they want more of, and all that stuff. Basically, I think a lot of people here are turned against critiques because so many of the people writing them are doing it badly, not because it's a bad thing to do.

I'm really pleased you have had unsolicited constructive criticism that helped, anon.

For me constructive criticism, even the good stuff, is the kind of thing that should be a dialogue. It should be actively sought by the creator from people they trust. The very act of posting your work online should not be an open invitation for strangers, well-meaning or not, to give creators their "advice" on how to do better. The criticism isn't always the problem. It's the unsolicited bit that I, and many others, do not appreciate.

For a start, they are strangers. There is no rapport, trust or common ground.

Secondly, they are assuming that the person being critiqued wants to improve, which is not a mindset everyone shares, especially in fandom spaces where the art (of all kinds) is being offered up for free.

Basically, if I wanted to improve my work, I would actively seek out friends or qualified acquaintances who are familiar with me and my goals. I would ask them for help and listen to their advice. That is a mutually beneficial arrangement. A dialogue.

By the time my fic is on AO3, it is, in my eyes, done. I'm not going to make any changes because a random person on the Internet thinks I can do better, but it doesnt mean their uninvited opinion doesn't negatively impact my confidence and esteem.

Your advice to people about reading your critique and letting it sit and asking yourself if you'd send it to your partner is good, but I still think that, unless the critique is asked for in the first place (an act not implied just by posting stuff online) you're liable to end up offending or aggravating more people than you please.

After all, they are a stranger. Most strangers do not take any critique, well meaning or otherwise, happily without first asking for it.

All this to say yes, proper critique can be a great help to an author, but they need to want it and be open to receiving it.

The act of posting art online, in the fandom community out of shared passion and delight, is not an open invitation for people to tell an artist how they could do better

(which is what OP in that screenshot I think you're referring to was basically saying) Every creator is going to be different of course. These are just my feelings on it 😁

[shrimpmandan]

Ngl I always find it interesting to talk to non-LGBT/non-discourse involved people about LGBT discourse and inter-community politics because there’s very much a noticeable dissonance of “well, this thing doesn’t affect me, so why does it affect you? Why are you bothered by this?” while simultaneously acknowledging that they aren’t involved in the community, and/or community politics.

It’s very easy (and arguably fairly rational) to say people should be able to identify however they want, but it often comes at the cost of ignoring science or incidentally bigoted history. Autistic people being scapegoated by an allistic to “justify” the existence of MOGAI, pansexuality existing as a “replacement” label for bisexuality since either the 1920s or 1930s, the very definition and criteria of gender dysphoria being willfully ignored or changed when the term is already highly inclusive of a variety of different trans experiences, how “gender is all fake bullshit!” can help one trans person and harm another, all of the varying and complex opinions people have on various slurs being reclaimed, I could honestly go on. LGBT people are highly variable in the opinions they can hold and this has been a universal constant truth. The age of the internet has definitely made these politics and discourse more accessible-- as well as opening the door for a whole host of misinformation-- but to act as if community in-fighting and discourse is a recent invention would just be absurd. The issue will always come down to when community politics and discourse distracts from fighting for our actual, tangible rights. If you prioritize identity politics and label discourse over actual people being killed or our rights being under direct threat, then you genuinely need to re-evaluate those priorities. It should also go without saying that other people are not mandated to engage with you and staying in your lane and being reasonably amicable towards things you don’t understand or simply fundamentally disagree with is the mature option in the vast majority of cases.

I have VERY strong opinions about biphobia and bi history, the ableist history of MOGAI, misinformation about gender dysphoria, and the scientific/neurological basis of gender in general. All that can be discussed WITHOUT going out of your way to attack random internet users hoping that they’ll engage you in a discussion you aren’t entitled to. You’re allowed to be frustrated with other members of your own community, but that frustration should never take priority over the rage you should feel towards the bigots in positions of power, nor your ability to evaluate if arguing with a random teen on the internet over their identity is worth it. Trust me LGBT discourse and politics would be so much more fucking productive if it wasn’t a dick measuring contest over who the “real” bigots of the LGBT community are and instigating random strangers, as opposed to, oh I dunno. Posting actual sources pertaining to community history and being open to other perspectives as opposed to being rude and accusatory towards each other? Just a thought.