#the power dynamics are extremely unequal

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@pilferingapples it is more egregious because all these articles written by Global North academics are talking about decolonising the field of bioethics, they're talking about importance of listening to and recognising research in healthcare from Global South and yet, how do you expect this to happen in the unequal system that persists in academia?? I can easily find articles about bioethics from US, UK, EU, Australia etc. There is dearth of information from Global South and the ones that are published are behind a paywall. The least, the extreme bare minimum these journals can do is make it open access, waive the fees. But, no! All their arguments are for their research papers. No one actually wants to do what they are so eager to publish. And that kinda sucks, imo.

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Teachers Pet

Label Mature 18+

Summary When you begin to fail Professor Butlers advanced math class in college because you can’t stop fantasizing about him, he comes up with a way to satisfy your lust and increase your grade simultaneously. When you are finally on the verge of receiving an F he propositions you. The more you sexually gratify him the higher he will raise your grade.

Student teacher relationship

🚨 Depraved smut 🚨 sex for benefits• unequal power dynamics •sex with position of power• sex with a teacher •manipulation •coercion• long con• forced exposure to self pleasure • coercion seeing self pleasure• romance denial • sexual obsession• edging •fingering • clit play• panty play• oral sex fem receiving• size kink• p in v•multiple orgasms•squirting• ejaculated on •dubcon

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Teachers Pet

‘Professor Butler’ You wrote his name in your note book encircling it with hearts as you smiled to yourself.

He was your advanced mathematics teacher in college and even though his class became extremely difficult you still wanted to be so smart for him.

You look up from your note book in his class and watch him drawing odd shapes on the board explaining a theory for the test tomorrow. You already know you are definitely going to fail.

All you do is get lost staring at him on full display in front of the class now.

When he would walk around the room being engaging you would stare lustfully at his fit body.

When he neared your desk reading from his math text book to the class you would study his handsome face.

When he would explain a new theory looking sternly as he wrote out the equations you would stare into the depths of his blue eyes.

You were especially drawn to his full lips, the way they would curve into a smile when he was passionate about an idea.

His voice was like rich honey and his body was tall and trim. With his perfectly feathered sandy brown hair, and gorgeous smile you were no longer able to pay attention to any of his lectures.

The way he dressed was classic and masculine. You especially loved the blue button up shirt he had on today. He’s worn it over a dozen times and you think it must be his favorite. He paired it with blue jeans that maybe be didn’t realize completely accentuated his cock.

It drove you wild when he would rest back on his desk and his crotch would bunch up at the zipper. You already knew he had an obscenely large cock and it made you shiver at the thought.

As he rests back on his desk in the compromising position again you began to reminisce about the time you saw his large erect cock. You squeeze your thighs shut and quickly look away biting your lower lip trying to regain composure but your core is already throbbing at this point.

You search the room to see if anyone else is aroused in the front row instead of learning math, but you are only one.

It hadn’t always been this way, before it was a simple crush, he was your very kind and handsome math teacher who adored your brilliance.

The infatuation began the first week of second semester. Professor Butler requested you to come to class half an hour early which wasn’t unusual you were his top student then.

He would go over your notes with you and have discussions about upcoming class assignments. His stance was always kneeling by you with one hand placed on your desk and the other resting on the back of your chair.

Being so close with him was very intimate. It made you feel like you were being drawn into his orbit and that every breath he took resonated with yours.

In the magnetic pull of the shared space, you could feel his warmth and his rich voice as it carried even more weight being so near.

He had you going over an advanced equation that was giving you difficulty for the upcoming test. You had never struggled in his class before and it made you apprehensive.

As you worked out the problem he began to slowly trail his thumb across your back as he held your chair. It was the first time he had ever touched you.

The air become charged with anticipation, and his touch, intentional or accidental, sparked a cascade of sensations. It is a moment you distinctly remember when time seemed to pause.

As he continued to slowly trail his thumb across your back you understood it was intentional.

You stared at the pencil in your hand which had come to a stand still on the paper.

“Does it distract when I encourage you?” He asked gently.

“N-no it’s fine” you stammered and willed yourself to finish the equation even though his touch completely altered your mindset.

He pulled the paper from your desk when you set your pencil aside and he examined your work. He slowly smirked

“You got it wrong” he said looking back into your eyes. “Try again.” He said placing the paper on your desk.

You blinked in shock that you gotten it wrong but began to work again as his striking blue eyes studied you, the pressure had never been so intense.

In that moment you weren’t sure if you were doing the work to be a good student or doing the work to be good for him.

He was only focused on you, lingering on every curve of your face and every movement of your hand as you willed it to stop shaking. You began scratching out your current work to start over. Your confidence was wavering you wanted to prove yourself so badly.

He tenderly placed his hand around yours to stop you and guided it back to a certain set of numbers in your formulation “Here is where you went wrong, this is where you second guessed yourself” he revealed. You stared over at his handsome face and desired him greatly your eyes immediately fell to his full lips before you quickly looked away.

You forced yourself to focus and found your mistake beginning to do the math correctly the second time. Thats when he slowly trailed his thumb across your back again sending ripples of sensation through your skin, igniting a spark of connection that transcended words.

You stopped working and stared straight down at your paper only able to focus on his touch. Seeing you so distracted he slowly trailed his hand up to your shoulder giving it a tender squeeze.

“I’ll let you get back to your work, but I want you to come in early again tomorrow.” He stated as he stood. You nodded in agreement and he left you to complete your work.

As you watched him walk back down to his desk you wanted him to come back you wanted him so badly. But you felt very guilty because you were well aware Professor Butler was married, he clearly wore a wedding ring on his left hand.

Due to the amount of time and proximity together you developed a deep crush on him and with just a touch it clouded your entire judgement. Was he attracted to you or was he encouraging you?

You found out the answer the next day.

Compromised

You arrived to Professor Butlers class early as he requested and entered the room silently not to distract him as he worked.

As you quietly closed the door behind yourself you finally looked to him and caught him in a position of complete compromise. With his laptop open he was pleasuring his very large cock.

You stood frozen watching him, his eyes were closed in bliss and he was making short breathy noises. You fell into a daze of arousal until his eyes opened locking with yours and shocking you out of your trance. You scurried across the room trying to pretend you didn’t see.

He quickly clicked the buttons to turn off his screen and fidgeted with his hands beneath the desk to put his large cock away before quickly standing.

He knocked over his thermos in the rush and reached for it but the container clattered to the floor sending tea flying everywhere. Hearing the noise you stopped in your tracks.

“I’m so Professor Butler I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that .” You said in a panic. You don’t know why but you are the one who felt embarrassed.

“What did you see?” He asked a little breathless

“N-nothing Professor Butler” you said as your hands fidgeted nervously from the lie.

You eye his shirt completely ruined as well as his desk. “Are you okay?” You asked because you know the tea must’ve been very hot.

He slowly relaxed his composure and began unbuttoning his shirt as he responded.

“Yea I’m fine I always bring a change of clothing incase of accidents like this.”

You sucked in a breath because before your could even turn he had already stripped the shirt from his body.

You blinked stunned staring at him instantly aroused by his muscular physique. As he looked up his eyes met with your gaze you quickly turned on your heels to give him privacy.

You heard him mutter “Fuck my pants are wet too” making your face blush you’d never heard him upset or cuss… ever. Nothing phased him.

You began to climb the steps to your seat as you heard him open his desk drawer. By the time you were seated he was almost finished buttoning on the new clean shirt he retrieved.

“I have to go to my office .” He announced glancing at you as he left the classroom.

The room became eerily quiet without his presence and sitting in silence you noticed the tea was still spilled on his desk. Wanting to be helpful you decided to clean it up while he was out of the room. You were also secretly dying to know what he was looking at on his laptop. Collecting a towel from the white board you came to stand at his desk wiping it down.

As you got close to his laptop patting up the liquid spilled near the keyboard you pressed the space bar and it turned on to reveal your college id picture on the screen. Your knees went weak with all the information flooding your mind at once. He was pleasuring himself to your photo before you arrived to see him.

You quickly pressed the sleep key to turn the screen off and put the towel in the class hamper. You rushed to your desk and sat down in a daze, should you leave? Should you stay? Is he going to cheat on his wife with you ?! Your heart was pounding as he entered the classroom wearing a pair of new jeans.

He walked to his desk and saw the mess had already been cleaned then he pressed his laptop screen on seeing the display, he looked up directly at you. You panicked averting your eyes quickly to your desk, you were frozen you couldn’t even pretend to do anything else.

You had such crush a crush on him yet finding out he felt the same stunned you. You wondered what would be the bigger problem for him if the school found out or his wife found out.

As he made his way up you avoided his gaze by staring down at your hands on your desk as you picked at your nails. He slowly crouched down next to you peering at you like he had done a dozen times before but this time it was different.

You watched his finger trace down your hand to get your attention as his voice broke the silence

“What did you see?” He asked again more directly.

“I didn’t see anything Professor Butler.” You answered knowing the ramifications of your next actions.

He studied your body language for the tell tale sign you are lying. Your knee bounced uncontrollably under the desk and he coyly smiled.

“You have tells when you lie.” He said gently.

“Professor… I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You blurted out.

He smiled. “What did I do that would get me in trouble ?” He said beguilingly.

You finally looked over to him and his eyes were soft and kind as he looked into yours. His gaze shifted down to your lips. He was deep in thought as he leaned closer before he hesitated regaining his senses.

“I should get ready for class” he said standing and leaving you at your desk.

Your heart broke into pieces. He had wanted you but he calculated it, and he didn’t like the odds.

After that day he no longer looked at you or smiled at you, what was far worse is that he completely ignored you. The test you studied for with him you passed but you began to fail every sub-sequential one soon after.

You knew not to an ask him for help because he would refer you to the tutoring center like he did for all his other students. When you got to a C- you finally went, and to your dismay the tutors only gave you the answer key. They were cocky and rude talking down to you and even out right dismissive when you asked for help.

You missed the way Professor Butler would gently tutor you, he helped you immensely. But he never requested to see you again and you never asked.

Knowing he desired you made you physically crave him on a subconscious level. All you could do was think about him in class, and in your dorm, you lost track of your studies in his course entirely.

Once you were at a D- you sat in bed in your dorm wondering how you lost the concept of math so quickly. You also contemplated how badly you were going to fail him for the upcoming test. You couldn’t accept your fate of receiving an official F in Professor Butlers class it was too painful.

Satisfy Your Lust

When you finally snap to attention in class Professor Butler is handing out the practice tests. You quickly put your notebook away, the test is tomorrow and you desperately hope this will help you pass.

He addresses the class as he walks the room. “Okay so now that we’ve gone over all the concepts this week, here is what you’ve all been waiting for the practice test!” he says holding up a thick stack of papers smacking it lightly in his hand.

The class groans as he begins handing a stack to the first person of each row as he continues “Hey you guys this is mandatory stuff this is what’s going to help you pass the test tomorrow I wouldn’t misguide you.” he affirms.

Professor Butler drops a stack at your row and you collect one test before handing the stack to the next student.

You feel the room shrink as you look at the hieroglyphs on the paper. You want to curl up into a ball.

Professor Butler checks his watch and then the clock above the board for the second hand.

“Okay I’m gonna call it right… about…now. You have thirty minutes to complete the practice test when you are done drop the completed packet in the basket on my desk and return to your seat” he announces to the entire class.

Everyone begins working.

Your eyes fill with fear as you look at question one, you are going to fail so badly. You shakily write your name and start. The first question is multiple choice. You work through the math on a sheet of scratch paper to get your answer.

When you check the choices your answer isn’t even there. You try question two and three before the defeat starts eating you alive. The questions only increase in complexity and you begin circling multiple choice and filling out word problems at will.

When Professor Butler kneels next to you it catches you off guard but you are hopeful that maybe he can tell you have no clue what you are doing and will finally offer assistance.

When he is eye level you look to him and are mesmerized by his stunning face again. You missed being so close to him and are comforted by his presence. He has a look of perplexity as he leans in to speak privately with you.

“I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he glances around then back to you whispering very closely not to be overheard “your legs spread open like that is very distracting to me” he confesses and checks your reaction.

Your face flushes bright red as you snap your legs together faster than lightening. His eyes soften looking at you as his full lips curve into a smile.

“Our little secret.” he says smiling at you. Being so stressed you forgot to cross your legs and the embarrassment swells inside of you.

He stands up and returns to his desk. As he is seated you can see he has full view to look directly between your legs the entire time …. and of all days you wore a mini skirt with pink panties that have little red hearts on them. You want to die.

One by one everyone stands and places their tests in the basket and you quickly fill in the remaining answers to seem timely. As you place your test in the basket Professor Butler collects it and immediately begins circling your answers in red. Your confidence plummets.

The bell rings with his stopwatch signaling the end of the practice test and you let out a sigh. You feel completely hopeless about receiving your first F tomorrow and quickly gather your back pack.

As you pass Professor Butlers desk he calls to you.

“Hey wait up a sec.” He says from his seat gesturing you back. You stop in your tracks stunned, this is the first time he’s addressed you to speak with him in days. A few girls push past you in your disorientation.

One of them even turns back to mouth “teachers pet.” to taunt you before she exits the class.

Though you were once top student of his class you are definitely not teachers pet anymore, you are going to fail him and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You stand in front of his desk as he sits and waits for everyone to leave the class. He is leaned back in his seat, fingers interlaced and elbows on the arm rests. He is in deep contemplation as he looks at you.

“How confident do you feel on your knowledge of the test tomorrow?” he asks staring at you with eyes full of inquiry.

You shift on your feet and bite your lower lip as you lie “Really good.” He watches as you nervously fidget tugging the hem of your skirt, your body obviously betraying you.

“Fail this test tomorrow and it’s an F in my class.” He says sternly and as he stands he gives you a look that adds to the sting of his words.

“I know Professor Butler“ you confess almost out right apologizing for your actions.

“What is happening with you? You were my top student?” He asks as he collects a spray bottle and cloth to wipe the board. You gaze over him lustfully as he wipes it down remembering him shirtless.

“I…I-I’ve been really distracted lately.” You admit regaining your thoughts.

“Distracted by what? This is the answer you give me every time, why won’t you tell me.” He asks earnestly as he puts the bottle and cloth away.

Professor Butler then firmly places his palms flat on his desk as he stands behind it. His blue eyes are piecing as they search yours. “If you won’t say what it is how do you expect me to help you?” He asks directly.

You bite your lower lip at the mere thought of telling him to help in the way you need him. Yes Professor Butler I sexually fantasize about you in class and want to make it a reality. I saw you pleasuring yourself and I know you want me too… you cut your thoughts short. You know he’s already made up his mind about how far he will go and he would never go for that.

The tension amplifies between you two quiet moment.

“Let me see your notes.” He demands and your eyes go wide.

“M-my notes?” You ask in shock, you know only his name is written in your notebook surrounded by hearts.

“Yes your notes the ones you should’ve been taking as I was speaking today. I practically outlined the test, but you would know if you were paying any attention.” He says giving you a glance.

Your heart beats wildly from his direct line of questioning, when he sees you are speechless he continues it.

“What are you always thinking about when I’m talking?” He asks as he walks around his desk and sits on the edge. He crosses his arms and slightly rests back directly in front of you. Your eyes immediately fall to the outline of his enormous cock in his jeans when he sits that way.

Your face flushes pink as you begin to feel so much arousal you can’t breathe all you keep thinking about is him pleasuring his big cock.

“Professor Butler I…” your words stick because you are very apprehensive to straight admit your feelings for him now.

You try again changing your answer “Professor Butler I think about other things when I should be focused on your class.” You admit.

He gives you a look of disappointment. “You second guess yourself” he says and you nod quickly hoping to be off the hook.

“Let’s go over the practice test we did in class today to see where the second guessing starts, would you like that ?” He asks uncrossing his arms.You are so grateful you literally want to kiss him.

“Yes please Professor Butler I would like that so much.” You say feeling hopeful.

He walks across the class and pulls a chair to his desk replacing it with his so you can sit with him. He motions for you to sit in his desk chair.

You feel a smile form on your face as you walk around his desk. This is the first time you’ve been alone with him in weeks and you know he has the magical key that will unlock math in your brain. You drop your back pack and sit down in his comfortable desk chair.

Your heart flutters wildly as he sits directly next to you. His sandy brown hair is feathered beautifully, his smell is pleasant, and his side profile is stunning.

You watch how his eyes sternly study your practice test looking over each answer encircled in red. He suddenly leans over you making your heart skip as he reaches his hand into the desk drawer pulling a pencil and a piece of paper.

He places them on the surface in front of you getting right to business.

“Write out this equation for me” he says placing your practice test down and pointing to question one. You slowly write out the equation in your nicest handwriting.

“Okay start breaking it into smaller equations to simplify it” he instructs. You look up to him clueless obviously you don’t know how.

He takes a deep breath. “Always so distracted ” he mutters under his breath. It shocks you that he would call you out so harshly and your heart sinks thinking this is the last time he will ever help you.

He begins to break down the equation easily his hand scribbles across your test quickly with his years of expertise on the subject.

“Try again” he says pointing to number three. You peer at his handwriting from number one to discern what he did because number three is a similar equation.

You complete the work and slide the test to him after encircling a new answer. He looks it over and his mouth curves into a smile.

“I did it right?” You ask eagerly awaiting his response.

“Well there’s a reason you’ve always been my favorite student, you are a quick learner.” he admits smiling at you before he leans over to collect your scratch paper. You can’t contain your grin when he says you are still his favorite.

“You did that so easily your steps are flawless, I taught this on Tuesday why couldn’t you grasp the concept then?” He asks earnestly studying your scratch work.

You think back in your mind to Tuesday that was his blue sweater day with light denim jeans you weren’t thinking about a thing when he wore that outfit.

“On Tuesday I wasn’t feeling well” you muster up picking at the hem of your skirt.

He tilts his head down catching your lie.

“Because your were too focused on me instead of what I was saying right” your eyes go wide all you do is stare at him and daydream, it’s impossible not to you want him so badly.

He sits back and smiles “Eye fucking is what I believe they call it “ he says smugly resting his hand across his chin gauging your reaction.

You begin to squirm and fidget as your breathing increases. You feel as if you've committed some illegal crime.

“Professor Butler I would never do that” you lie panicked tugging harder at the hem of you skirt. He suddenly gets up leaving you at his desk and goes to the door of the classroom. He locks it while you sit in place.

The energy in the room immediately changes once the lock clicks and he walks back toward you with his demeanor changed.

He stands in-front of you so closely in your chair you have to stare up at him. “Do you already know you are going to fail the test tomorrow? Be honest with me.” He says directly.

You nod “Yes of course Professor, I haven’t been taking notes or paying attention in any of your classes for weeks. I already know Im going to fail.” You say honestly.

“Is that why you flashed me your panties today?” he asks sternly as his breathing increases. “Is that what your are doing now hm? Soliciting yourself to me to improve your grade?”

Your eyes snap up to his in shock “Professor no I-I wasn’t I wouldn’t” you confess. He waits for you to nervously fidget but you are telling the truth.

You look up at him innocently “It was an honest mistake…but I can see why you would think it was on purpose. I do think of you sexually during class Professor Butler.” You out right admit

He smiles and kneels down placing his hands on the armrests trapping you in his desk chair. He turns you to face him loving the fact that you finally admitted it.

“I feel your eyes staring at me all the time during class. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing I’ve caught you staring at my cock over a dozen times now.” He says studying your body’s reaction to see how badly you want him.

Your privates begin to pulse just from him saying the word cock and you squeeze your thighs together tightly trying to contain your arousal.

The move doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he goes all in to have you.

“That’s why I never look at you during class. You have the most lustful eyes I have ever seen.” He says seductively.

Your breathing increases as he stares at you trapped by him in his chair. His eyes wander your body lustfully until he meets your gaze again.

“When I look at you I lose all my focus because I can’t get it out of my head how badly you need me to fuck you.” He says deliberately.

You let out a slight whimper

He leans in closer as you stare at his lips absorbing every word. “I think I have a solution to both of our problems, one that will fix your grade and satisfy your lust at the same time.” when he says those words your arousal goes through the roof. “I know you saw me pleasuring my self to your photo, I know I’m the reason your failing.” He confesses staring down between your thighs.

“Do you want me to improve your grade?” He asks staring back into your eyes as you readily nod. “Do you want me to satisfy your lust for me?” He asks staring at your lips.

“Y-yes please help me Professor Butler” you desperately beg. He smiles at your eagerness. “alright I’ll help you.” His says seductively.

“Before we start I have ground rules” he affirms as you stare back at him. “I’m separated but I’m still married, I could get in big trouble for this.” He says holding up his wedding ring finger as he continues “My job will be in jeopardy as well but I really want you to pass, so this has to stay our little secret, can you do that for me?“ he asks with his eyes locked on yours.

“Yes Professor Butler it will be our little secret.” You agree.

“Call me Austin” he says with a grin.

“Yes Austin it will be our little secret” you confirm

"I know you’ll keep our secret because you want this just as badly as I do. Now lift up your skirt for me” he commands

You look him in the eyes and theres a brief moment you think of stopping, but you know how badly you want him deep inside. Your hands lift your skirt pulling it all the way up your thighs exposing your panties to him.

“Fuck.” He says above a whisper seeing your already wet for him. “This is even hotter than I imagined it” he admits.

“Y-you imagine being with me Profess- - Austin?” You ask in surprise.

He trails his hand along your thighs as he speaks

“I have imagined you like this so many times, fucking you on my desk as you stare at me with those lustful eyes.” He confesses as his hand slides under your skirt skimming his fingers across the silk material of your panties. You gasp in pleasure from the feeling. “Have you ever touched yourself while you think of me” he asks as he rests his hands on your knees.

“Yes Austin” You pant out and he smiles.

“Tell me how you do it” he asks and you whimper as he leans in close and his lips slowly brush against your neck. He gently sucks onto your skin and you finally touch him reaching your hands up and running your fingers through his soft sandy brown hair as you answer.

“I-in my bed at night I think of you on top of me” you confess as he sucks your neck harder. “ a-and in the shower I imagine you infront of me.” He pulls his lips from your neck and smiles.

“The way you obey me so easily you must have been aching for me badly haven’t you?” He asks teasingly and it makes you want him even more “Open your legs for me.” he commands.

You obey and spread your legs wide open as he touches both of your thighs sliding his fingertips higher up to your pussy. You whimper as he trails them back down to stroking your legs again.

Your body is already craving his every touch and your chest begins rising and falling rapidly as he brings his hands up your thighs again. This time he strokes your pussy through the smooth fabric of your panties making you lightly moan.

“You are so wet for me” he observes as his finger tips trail your folds stopping at the nub of your clit.

"My touch feels good doesn't it?" he asks pushing his fingers against the fabric over your clit. You clench inside as he continues to guide his fingers down your pussy pressing the fabric into your folds

“You feel so good Austin” you admit with your eyes closed in passion.

Your breaths are already fast and shallow trying to hold yourself together and he hasn’t even done anything yet

"Do you know what I want to do to you?" He asks peering into your eyes as you open them.

It is very obvious what he wants to do to you as he plays with your pussy, but you still desperately want to hear him say the words, and as if he was waiting for you to ask he answers

“I'm going to play with your little pussy until I make you cum, and then I want you to make me come too” he says and slides his fingers up and down your slit, forcing the fabric against your folds as you moan.

Your back arcs as he finds your clit and presses down on it flicking his fingertip to it and making you moan even louder. He stops flicking your clit and slowly massages it alternating with stroking your pussy.

"Oh god! Austin" you cry out, gripping the edges of the chair as he fully focuses on flicking your clit.

Hearing the squishing sounds of your wetness he stops and pushes the band of your panties to the side. His fingers touch your naked flesh and you begin moaning and clenching around nothing as he fingers your bare clit and teases the inside of your folds. He doesn’t stop until you are dripping for him.

"Get naked for me.” He commands and you obey with your fingers shaking as you take off your shirt and your bra.

Once you are topless he leans in and begins licking the smooth skin around your nipples.

His fingers are still playing with your pussy, holding the band of your panties aside with his middle finger plunging inside of you as his thumb slides around your clit.

"Do you like what I’m doing to you " he asks between licks of your nipples as he slides his fingers into you. You nod with your mouth open panting because you can’t even form the words. "You're going to cum, aren't you?” He asks smiling as he feels your legs quiver against his hand.

“Y-yes!” You struggle to say.

This has always been his secret desire playing with your body for his sexual gratification.

He drew you in to push you out he wanted you afraid yet enraptured to have him, it thrilled him to manipulate you. He had been right about you all along, his favorite student, to be used and pleasured by him and only him it drove him absolutely crazy.

“You’re going to cum for me, cum right in my fucking hand and I’ll give you a C” He says increasing his pace.

"Oh god Austin," you moan out and buck your hips in time with his hand to give him exactly what he wants. Your hips and thighs flex pushing onto his fingers and his eyes hyper focus as he feels you clench down and orgasm.

He is so satisfied when he feels your warm cum pour over his plundering fingers that he begins cursing “fuck yes give it all to me” he pants out with his hand getting covered in your clear cum.

Your head falls back in ecstasy as he removes his fingers. “Lay over my desk I want to eat your pussy.” He commands your actions are delayed from the orgasm so he lifts you to stand from your chair and guides you to lay face down bent over his desk. He pulls the fabric of your skirt up to expose your ass and places his hands on the backs of your thighs kneading his thumbs on the soft flesh.

“Fuck your so perfect”. He says pulling the band of your panties to peek at your pussy “Your gonna taste so good Im presumptively raising your grade to a B” he says as you moan from his words. He focuses all his attention between your legs pushing the silky fabric of your panties into your clit “You gave me such a hard on today with your legs spread like that.” He says pulling your panties down as they cling to your wetness.

Once you step out of them he hides your panties in his shoulder bag under his desk. He immediately spreads your thighs apart with his hands and dives his mouth onto your pussy. “MMmmf” he sounds out clearly enjoying it

“M-my…god…A-austin” you moan out as your brain goes fuzzy from so many sensations running though your body at once.

He cups your ass licking your pussy harder and lifts your hips thrusting his tongue into your core as he groans. “You taste so fucking good” he says coming up for air as you whimper and moan on his desk.

He returns his mouth on you and it begins making slopping wet sounds as he flicks his tongue into your entrance and sucks your folds. Your core tightens so quickly you gasp for air from the pleasure as you squirm on his desk.

He pulls his mouth back. “Your pussy tastes so good that’s definitely B+” he admits and slides his long fingers into you pumping them in and out preparing you for his cock .

“A-au…Aus…tin…you…feel ….too …good.” you moan out on each thrust of his fingers.

“You gonna go back to your dorm after and touch yourself like this? You gonna play with your pretty pussy while you think of me?” He rasps

“Y-yes A-Austin ”you moan out louder than you expected losing your mind about to cum.

He slows his fingers inside of you. “Shhh shh we’re having too much fun I dont want to get caught.” He says smiling. You nod and he continues sinking his fingers into your soaked pussy.

You bring your hand to your mouth to stifle your moans as he goes faster thrusting his fingers into the sweet spot that makes you go weak for him.

You begin to moan louder feeling your core tightens as you clench on his fingers. “You’re close.” He says breathlessly. “You gonna cum again so I can give you an A?” He asks and you nod feverishly as you moan out “Yes… Austin” your words muffle as you moan through your hand.

He removes his fingers leaving you empty and picks your limp body up against him. “Come on home stretch I want to look at you while I fuck you.” He directs lifting you easily by your waist to sit on his desks. He spreads your legs apart and then unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.

He pulls his erection out and the sheer magnitude of its presence leaves you in awe. It’s a moment of revelation surpassing all of your expectations as you are humbled wondering how he will fit it all inside of you.

You look into his eyes with a clash of curiosity and desire, and that’s all he needs. He pulls your body flush with his trapping his cock between your navels as holds you tightly against him. His lips collide with yours in a hunger that borders on primal. There’s a rawness to it and an urgency that ignites every fibre of your being.

As you open your mouth to his it is a tumultuous dance of tongues and lips, where the line between pleasure and pain blurs as he bites your lower lip in the heat of the moment. In that whirlwind of sensation, you’re swept away by the intensity of Austins kiss, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his embrace. You whimper in his mouth as he kisses you already so overwhelmed you can no longer think.

He pulls his lips back from yours panting as he studies your face “You’re so gorgeous to me I’ve always wanted you” he admits. His fingertips trace delicate patterns on your skin leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake as he looks into your eyes. His gaze is instilled with so much intimacy and connection you instantly feel the silent reassurance that you are safe and cherished.

“I’m going to make you mine now” he says sending chills all over your body.

He takes his long cock in his hand, pumping it as he spreads your legs apart again and positions himself at your entrance. He slowly pushes in taking his time to fill you with his entire cock making sure each inch is more pleasurable than the last .

“A-A-Austin!…Oh my fuck” you moan out feeling him stretching you full of him. You grip the back of his neck and moan loudly as he settles in you.

He sucks harshly on neck while tweaking your nipples and it makes your core throb as you clench on his large girth. He begins moving and your mind empties of every rational thought as you loudly moan out his name and he covers your mouth. His skin slaps against yours as he takes control of your body. His thrusts are hard and fast as he grunts against your neck kissing and sucking it.

“Fuck you're so tight” he finally says focusing on thrusting even harder “you …feel so damn good …on my cock…even better than I imagined it.” He admits staring into your lustful eyes.

His thrusts begin to falter as his timing grows erratic and you feel the familiar tightening in your core again. Your moans are desperate and can no longer be held by just his hand.

He kisses you roughly to hold your loud pleasurable screams in as you experience the pure raw mind altering passion that can only be delivered on a huge cock. It’s something you’d never experienced in your entire life and now you were addicted.

“A-Austin I’m cumming .” You cry out gripping the edge of his desk as the orgasm sends a wave of ecstasy crashing over your entire body leaving you breathless. Your pelvic muscles tense and relax in rhythmic waves as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending of your body. “ oh fuck Austin oh fuck!” You cry out feeling yourself release cum all over his cock, onto your thighs and even his desk.

It’s dripping down your thighs as he says “holy shit” feeling you so wet his large cock practically glides in and out of you “That’s ……an ……A+… fuck I'm gonna cum!-“ he gasps.

When you feel his large cock twitch it make you cry out much louder than you should have and he pulls out shooting hot ropes of white hot cum all over your navel, moaning, grunting sweating and swearing until he’s empty.

“Hold still .” He says breathless leaning down to open a drawer. He pulls several sheets from a paper towel roll and gently cleans up your thighs and pussy before patting your stomach clear of his cum. He places paper towels over the puddle on his desk between your legs to absorb it. He keeps one hand on your waist as he leans to discards them all in the bin under his desk.

He pulls you to the edge of the desk and holds you close as you come down from your incredible high. You are euphoric as he kisses you, but this time it is tender and passionate and you feel the softness of his full lips against yours.

His finger tips caress your jaw as he smiles. “I’ve wanted you from the first day you started my class, I was never going to let you fail.” He reveals making you smile.

“Cmon we have work to do. He says pulling you down from his desk. He collects your bra and shirt handing them over to you while he zips and buckles his pants. When you pull your top down he makes a confession. “Your panties are mine now.” He admits grinning as he pulls a clean test sheet from his desk.

He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. “Let’s go over the practice test together to get you a 90% and for the rest of the semester I’ll help you pass okay.“ he says handing you a pencil.

“Really Austin?“ You say feeling so elated you smile at him.

“Yes of course you are my favorite and I made you a promise you’re getting that A+ you earned it.” He says pressing an affectionate kiss to your shoulder.

When he says you are his favorite again your heart flutters and you eagerly get to work. He helps you with each equation gently instructing you over your shoulder until the entire test is a polished gem.

“Mm look how smart my girl is” he says making you bashfully smile looking over your shoulder at him. He stares at you mesmerized. “You made me so happy that every time you step into my classroom now I’ll have to hide my smile.” He admits staring at you as he affectionately trails his thumb across your shoulder.

“How do you feel now by the way.” He asks with genuine concern. Your smile says it all

“I feel really good Austin” You admit feeling the stress and tension lifted entirely.

He pulls you around on his lap to face him and looks into your eyes. “I don’t ever want you to fail my class ever again. I want to pick you up from your dorm every weekend, so we can go over the class work at my house. I know all of your teachers and I don’t want you to stress about college anymore I’ll help you with all of your subjects. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can, ultimately I want you to be happy and succeed, can you do that for me.” He asks honestly.

“Yes Austin” you say peering into his blue eyes. You feel very safe and secure as he wraps you in his arms sitting on his lap.

Knowing that he’ll guide and mentor you is a bonus you are grateful to receive. As you sit up in his lap your breaths mingle as you stare into each others eyes and his warmth envelops you completely. With a gentle approach you press a soft and tender kiss on his lips and he closes his eyes holding you tighter.

His lips explore and trace the contours of yours with a gentle connection of intimacy that makes time seem to stand still as you seal your connection of obsession and passion. As your fingers weave through the strands of his sandy brown hair, you realize everything in this moment feels right and you wish you told him your feelings sooner.

❤️‍🔥End ❤️‍🔥

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[yinyuedijun]

In this post, you will find:

I. EXPLANATION OF THEMES

II. ANCIENT GREEK REFERENCES

III. CANON LORE, THEORIES, AND MYDEI'S CHARACTERIZATION

IV. LIST OF CHARACTERS, LOCATIONS, AND TERMS

I. EXPLANATION OF THEMES

This fic features war and slavery in an ancient Greek context, with Mydei as your captor and you as his bed-slave. This depiction is eroticized, romanticized, and while the sex within the relationship is always consensual and the romance eventually culminates in a marriage of equals in which you are free, the majority of the fic contains this unequal power dynamic around slavery.

I must make this clear: I do not condone slavery, nor relationships between captors and slaves. Such a relationship would never be anything but abusive in real life; this is a purely fictional depiction that has nothing to do with real life dynamics.

All that said, I also wanted to talk a little bit about this fic in relation to the canon themes of the game. Because while this fic is sexy-romantic, Kremnos canonically engages in slavery and forced labour, and this is an aspect of the themes that I wanted to explore.

Mydei is a very transformative leader in canon. He is proud of his people and doubtlessly wants Kremnoan culture to live on. But he is also aware that the Kremnoan culture of war hurts both the people of Kremnos and the rest of the world, and ultimately he ends his own dynasty to move away from this violence. There is therefore probably an inherent tension between his pride in Kremnos versus his dislike of the violent legacy of Kremnos. But the game never really explores that - thus, I wanted to do this in the story.

The slavery in Kremnoan history is a non-sexual one in canon. Mydei mentions that the Kremnoans hunted down and enslaved the Mountain Dwellers, and we know from Chartonus that he was forced to blacksmith for the Kremnoans. Additionally, Mydei says that Castrum Kremnos was built by convicts - which of course probably was also in a context of forced labour and slavery.

However, my fic explores sexual slavery and systemic misogynistic violence toward the people conquered by Kremnos. There is no mention of this in canon, but it is not a stretch that sexual slavery and gendered violence would have occurred. We can even look to historical examples, including the societies that inspired Amphoreus.

In Athens, slaves often worked in brothels, and in Sparta, helots (a term for their slaves) had sexual relations with Spartiates enough to create an underclass of nothoi - the children of helot women and Spartiate citizens. In literary works surrounding the Trojan War (the Iliad, The Trojan Women), there are women slaves like Briseis and Chryseis who are taken as spoils of war. The Greeks end up victorious over the Trojans, and during the ensuing sack of Troy, multiple women characters are abducted by the Greeks and end up as concubines.

The rape of Cassandra during the fall of Troy is particularly relevant to this fic. Cassandra was an oracle who was dragged away from the altar of Athena by Ajax the Lesser, who then proceeded to sexually assault her. Eventually, Cassandra was given to King Agamemnon and spent the rest of her days as his concubine.

The rape of Cassandra was considered a heinous example of abduction and rape even by ancient Greek standards; Athena was actually so outraged that she punished Ajax the Lesser for this crime. These events are very similar to what the reader goes through: during the sack of Aurelia, she is dragged away from the altar of her temple by Kremnoan soldiers and gifted to Mydei as a war prize. Unlike Ajax the Lesser and Agamemnon, however, Mydei never hurts the reader. Already critical of the violent culture of Kremnos and disgusted at this particularly extreme example of abduction and attempted sexual assault, he instead chooses to protect the reader from the sexual violence inherent to slavery. His bond with her really forces him to confront the systemic sexual violence of Kremnoan society, and ultimately drives him toward becoming the transformative leader that he is in canon.

All this to say - I did not pull the themes out of nowhere simply to assassinate Mydei's character just write taboo porn. There is a very intentional exploration of canon themes and characterization, informed by ancient Greek historical and literary references, in addition to my desire to just write taboo porn 👍

II. ANCIENT GREEK REFERENCES

Speaking of the reference to ancient Greek literary works, I also wanted to talk about other ancient Greek influences in the fic.

Kremnos is based on Sparta in canon (consider the war-focused culture, the worship of the God of War, the names like Eurypon and Gorgo). Thus there are direct references to Spartan history in the fic. Helots were a real life historical class of slaves, for instance.

Terms like strategos and hiereia are also borrowed from Greco-Roman history. Virgin priestesses also existed, as did oracles. Animal sacrifices were indeed a common religious practice. You will also see terms like "Cult of Nikador" and "Cult of Oronyx"; in the context of ancient Greek religion, "cult" is a neutral term that simply refers to the religious practices and community around a particular god.

That being said, there is also a ton of stuff in this fic that is totally made up LOL. I will note them in author's notes as they come up.

III. CANON LORE, THEORIES, AND MYDEI'S CHARACTERIZATION

The Amphoreus lore is super messed up when it comes to Mydei's backstory, which is filled with many inconsistencies. Some people believe in a theory that there are at least two separate timelines/realities and Mydei has memories of both, which he is unknowingly conflating. (The theory is explained here and here, in case you're curious.)

I'm fully running with the "multiple timelines" theory because otherwise I just cannot make sense of his backstory. However, I encountered a problem where I realized that the "Mydei grows up in Castrum Kremnos" timeline would come with a very different characterization of him (versus what we are used to in canon), where he is probably less wife-coded. This is not a version of Mydei that I would love </3 so I purposefully changed some things around:

He was still thrown into the sea and drifted for 9 years in this timeline

His mother still died when he was relatively young, just not in her initial duel with his father

He is still strongly critical of Kremnos' warmongering culture (which I think is a fair headcanon; his mother actively questioned Kremnoan values of war in his memories/dreams, and he was also thrown into the sea as a baby the Kremnoan king, so there is plenty of reason for him to be critical of the culture)

All the stuff with Okhema and the Chrysos Heirs also unravels in a way that deviates from the theories, but tbh, I think there is wiggle room anyway since none of it is confirmed to be canon.

IV. LIST OF CHARACTERS, LOCATIONS, AND TERMS

(Each section after "Lead Characters" is alphabetical)

LEAD CHARACTERS

READER — High Priestess of the Temple of Oronyx in Aurelia, concubine of Prince Mydeimos. Non-canonical character.

MYDEIMOS — Crown Prince of Kremnos. Canonically thrown into the Sea of Souls as an infant, survived for 9 years, observed saving fishing boats attacked by monsters. Returned to Castrum Kremnos sometime later, with the timeline for his return unclear. 

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS AND GODS

AQUILA — The Sky Titan.

CHARTONUS — Leader of the enslaved Mountain Dwellers, Blacksmith for Castrum Kremnos.

EURYPON — King of Castrum Kremnos, father of Mydeimos. 

EURYPONIDAS — Second son of King Eurypon and heir apparent to the throne. Non-canonical character appearing only in the timeline where Mydei was presumed dead by Kremnos.

GEORIOS — The Earth Titan.

GORGO — Founder of Castrum Kremnos. “Sons of Gorgo” refer to Kremnoans (non-canonical world-building detail).

GORGO — Deceased Queen of Castrum Kremnos, mother of Prince Mydeimos. She was named after the founder of Kremnos. Mydeimos is referred to as “Son of Gorgo” in canon due to her name.

KRATEROS — General of Kremnos, advisor of King Eurypon, tutor of Prince Mydeimos.

NIKADOR — The Titan of Strife, God of War. Deity worshipped by the Kremnoans.

ORONYX — The Titan of Time and Night, Guardian of Memories. “Goddess of Time” is a non-canonical moniker. Through channeling her powers, people are able to go into the past, alter the past, and temporarily restore objects to their past state; for the purposes of this fic, I have additionally given the reader the ability to temporarily enter the future.

CANON LORE TERMS & REFERENCES

BLACK TIDE — A corruptive force that is sweeping over the world and has driven many of the Titans mad, including Nikador. It is creating an apocalyptic situation that is meant to be addressed by the Flame-Chase Prophecy.

CHRYSOS HEIRS — See below in “Flame-Chase Prophecy”. 

EVERNIGHT VEIL — The form that Oronyx takes. In canon, researchers who've attempted to look past the Evernight Veil have gone mad, unable to distinguish between the past, present, and future.

FLAME-CHASE PROPHECY — A prophecy naming the Chrysos Heirs as a group of humans who are destined to slay the thirteen Titans, steal their “coreflames” (divinity), and become demigods. The new demigods will usher in an era of peace free of the Black Tide.

POMEGRANATE JUICE — Kremnos canonically used to have the tradition of drinking the blood of their enemies (encouraged by Nikador); however, this practice was amended to instead use pomegranate juice.

PLACES AND GROUPS

AURELIA — City-state south of Kremnos. Canon place name but details are entirely made up.

CASTRUM KREMNOS — Fortress of the city-state of Kremnos, doubling as its capital and palace. In the canon timeline, Castrum Kremnos has fallen to the Black Tide.

CULT OF NIKADOR — A non-canonical term referring to the religious practices and community of people formed around the worship of Nikador. Since all Kremnoans explicitly worship Nikador, this refers to all Kremnoans as well. 

CULT OF ORONYX — As above. The reader leads the Oronyx cult in Aurelia, but there would be other cults dedicated to Oronyx as well.

OKHEMA — Another city-state and long-time enemy of Castrum Kremnos. In canon, Okhema is known as a peaceful Holy City and place of refuge for those fleeing the Black Tide, and it is ruled by the Chrysos Heirs. However, this fic is set pre-canon, and I have characterized Okhema as a warmongering city-state under the rule of its Council of Elders (similar to Athens, who infamously warred with Sparta, and massacred and enslaved people during their victories). 

[mythalism]

unsurprisingly i have a lot of thoughts on the solavellan age gap and specifically why the framing of it through the romance and through solas as a character saves it from being the kind of thing i usually would criticize elsewhere in other depictions of the same thing (usually in YA/new adult romantasy where its presented as sexy and aspirational). solavellan's massive age/power gap is never romanticized or sexualized (in canon at least, what the fandom does is another story and people are free to do whatever they want). rather its presented through solas's anxieties, guilt, and repeated attempts to keep himself away as literally wrong and imbalanced. the romance is clear that solas knows what he is doing is a major ethical issue and he is disturbed by it. "i would not lie with you under false pretenses" HELLO!? nothing about solas in his romance is predatory. actually YOU as lavellan have to CHASE HIS ASS DOWN repeatedly over and over because he is trying so hard to NOT fall in love with her because he KNOWS it will be fundamentally unequal and problematic. and he eventually leaves her to spare her any further involvement. it is only following the revelation of all truths and a triple check of "are you SURE!!!!" to an inquisitor that is now at least 30, has had 10 years to think about it and literally goes chasing after his ass once knowing ALL of his dirty laundry, does the romance actually culminate.

you do not leave this romance having been sent the message that immortal x mortal romances, or relationships with massive age gaps, are sexy and desirable as a young woman and maybe you should try one! you leave it thinking "what a fucking tragedy". their age gap, their power dynamic, the lies are all a literal source of discomfort, guilt and tension that haunts the entire relationship and solas himself. falling in love with a god is horrifying, tragic and doomed. moments like the break up and the lack of a sex scene, and a bittersweet but still ultimately very sad and sacrificial ending are vital to this portrayal and i actually think they did an extremely impressive job of making it work.

[aggressive-p0tat0]

In regard to Solavellan disappointment regarding Mythal. Dragon Age: The Veilguard spoilers (ONLY regarding the Lighthouse murals, so if you haven’t finished but have seen all the murals like me, it’s safe) ahead:

So I’ve been noticing a number of people saying DATV basically cucked Solasmancers the entire game, but I think that A. It’s weird to say because it would have been a PAST relationship so there’d be no cheating and B. Solas and Mythal were not lovers.

Firstly, I think people really underestimate Bellara saying the ancient elves were extremely emotional creatures and that a word like “love” didn’t necessarily mean romantic love for them. Yeah, the Dalish got a lot wrong, but spirits are literally beings MADE of emotion. I imagine they feel in much different and stronger ways than we do, and perhaps even in more black and white ways than we do.

But beyond that, what is important to remember is that Solas was likely Mythal’s slave at one point. “He did not want a body. But she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face.” So we know for a fact that the first part definitely refers to Mythal telling Solas to take a body. Which means the second part is also definitely about the two of them. “…he burned her off his face.” What does that likely mean? He removed his vallaslin from his face—specifically, his Mythal vallaslin. And what did vallaslin originally mean?

Solas was literally Mythal’s slave. He says the Evanuris are not gods, he even says this in flashbacks, but Solas wasn’t completely different than the elves who worshiped the Evanuris because they were powerful and brainwashed. Solas worshiped Mythal, even if not in the same way other ancient elves worshiped the Evanuris. Mythal could do no wrong in Solas’s eyes, she was perfect. And even when she wasn’t perfect and she did things he did not approve of, he still worshiped her because she was, in a way, his goddess. Solas was basically brainwashed. We say it’s a friendship or a romance or whatever we believe, but Solas was once her literal slave. Since the very beginning, he and Mythal have been on completely unequal footing.

And more than all of this, we have the Solas romance as what I think is huge proof that he and Mythal were not lovers. Sure, he says “it’s been some time” when they start their relationship, so maybe he did have some one-sided feelings for her (whether or not he loved her, you are not convincing me they had a romantic relationship), or maybe he was just talking about making himself vulnerable or revealing himself to someone. But look at how he acted with Lavellan. Then look at how he acted with Flemeth at the end and how he spoke of her in Trespasser. Even at the end, when she, having evolved into Flemeth, seemed to care about him as more of a friend than a slave, he was not on equal footing. He still worshiped her, as implied by his mural in which he has Flemythal speak in Mythal’s original voice and degrade him instead of the affectionate goodbye they gave each other.

Solas loved Mythal, imo in a non-romantic way. And Solas loves Lavellan. But whatever way you believe he loved Mythal, his love with her was toxic, and it was never equal. Mythal was forever his goddess, and he—to an extent—was forever her slave, despite destroying the markings on his face that marked him as such. Solas worshiped Mythal, and even after millennia of their relationship evolving into something more akin to a normal friendship, he still ultimately loved her like you’d love an idea or a dream. He loves Lavellan like a man loves a woman.

TLDR: Solas needs therapy and an in-depth explanation of imbalanced power dynamics.

[tradvows]

Patriarchal relationship

A patriarchal relationship is defined by a power imbalance where the man holds primary authority and dominance over the woman. This dynamic often manifests in various aspects of the relationship, influencing decision-making, roles, and expectations.

Here are some key characteristics of a patriarchal relationship:

Male Dominance: Men typically make the major decisions and control resources. They are often seen as the head of the household and the ultimate authority.

Unequal Roles: Traditional gender roles are often reinforced, with men as the providers and women primarily responsible for domestic duties and caregiving.

Limited Autonomy for Women: Women may have restricted freedom and autonomy, with their choices and actions often subject to the approval or control of their male partner.

Power Imbalance: There is a significant power imbalance where the man's needs and desires are prioritized over the woman's.

Potential for Control and Subordination: In extreme cases, this power imbalance can lead to the control, subordination, and even abuse of the woman.

It's important to recognize that patriarchal dynamics can vary in intensity and expression. While some relationships may exhibit overt control, others may display more subtle forms of male dominance.

[lochlogie]

was reading what the last anon had written. Just sharing my simple observation - whether you ship them or not, whether Lochy or Sax is gay bi or straight, whether they are into it for approval or admiration or worship or something worse fucked up; there’s something clear. The moment they were high, their dynamics started to become more and more flirtatious. Both were doing it, Saxon was facing him all the time throughout the evening, they were literally circling each other dangerously. And both were doing that, I can’t say just one of them. It had been deliberately choreographed, written, shot as such.

I think it’s something the girls had noticed, when they mentioned it’s your thing, that they aren’t judging, I am sure that’s just not about the hand-work. They asked them to kiss!! Under whatever circumstances, this isn’t something that siblings are asked to do, neither do they oblige. They assumed things based on their behavior during entire evening.

whether it’s sexual or not or accidentally sexual , they are obsessed with each other and not ina sibling bonding way.

Correct, they do not have a healthy sibling relationship. Unlike Reddit, I do not think that is Lochlan’s fault.

No matter where you fall on the spectrum: if Lochy isn’t attracted to Saxon at all and is just engaging in zero boundaries people pleasing… Saxon manipulated him to want to please Saxon and eroded any boundaries between them. The mess that results is of course due to Lochlan’s choice. But Saxon orchestrated the situation, fostered the unequal power dynamic, reveled in the inappropriate “worship,” and blatantly used his brother’s unconditional trust in him… then he tried to gaslight him when they actually talked about what happened.

If Lochy is confused about his feelings, that’s normal for his age and Saxon has no business inserting himself into that process (he should insert himself into me instead) and taking advantage, whether he intended to or not.

And if Lochy is attracted to Saxon I don’t hold him responsible for that. The same way I don’t hold myself responsible for being attracted to the adult men who groomed me, or for catching feelings for them, for liking it, wanting it, seeking it out… the responsibility was always theirs to shut down the inappropriate relationships. The same goes for Lochlan and Saxon. He was groomed into viewing (pseudo)incestuous scenarios as normal, into viewing Saxon’s sexual gratification as the priority, into viewing his own sexuality as existing for Saxon’s sake and being subjected to Saxon’s whims, and into viewing Saxon as an object of desire.

All of it was so Saxon could create a sexual experience between the both of them. I don’t care how innocent his intentions may have been, that’s not how you treat your younger sibling who looks up to you, just wants your approval, and is extremely sheltered and starving for love and attention from your addicted and neglectful narcissist parents.

So yeah, no matter Lochlan’s sexual orientation, or Saxon’s for that matter, the canon relationship between them is not healthy and not normal.

[disarmd]

for the record i 1000% noticed and loved that daniel never touches lando's clit in in absentia, because it adds to the... idk if this is the right term but trope-subversion-y elements to it. like as a reader, if you're used to hurt/comfort or romanticized fix-it fics or maybe idfics that start with a very dark premise and then make it "okay" and safe, you're primed to expect this rote progression of chastity and non-con -> earning release (happening in tandem with a mutual humanization & understanding of boundaries) -> happily ever after clitoral stimulation and full-on "normalization" of the sexual relationship and roles (an inverse approach to "dabbling with kink" perhaps? starting from extreme kink and "dabbling with vanilla"???). so having there remain this boundary (daniel's Inverse Kink hard limit, the one vanilla thing he will not do) is super fun.

and then of course you've got this curiosity as the reader to what would happen if lando ever actually got his clit touched. so leaving that unfulfilled, so to speak, in the context of this particular story about denial is a brilliant meta touch ;)

this is the most perfect description in the world and i am so so so happy that all this came through to you! YES, that's exactly how i thought of it, the trope-subversion-y aspect of the sex slave h/c fix-it idfic realm (because, totally, all of the above, haha). i was absolutely thinking about that progression.

starting with the disclaimer which is that i also enjoy reading stories with that premise and a good healing dick fic can absolutely hit the spot sometimes! but yeah, exactly how you described it: the typical progression where the safety of the relationship is expressed through effectively vanilla sex. "dabbling with vanilla" is such a perfect way of putting it, because yes, like plot climax with characters doing some sweet kissing and making love. and i just thought it would be quite fun to play around with the opposite thing. (i thought about never having them kiss but then i decided they could but it would have to be the most unhinged first kiss.)

like partly because the dynamic i was having fun with was the non diegetic bdsm 😈 and for me personally the progression to vanilla is not the hot one. but also because i find the trope of the all powerful slave owner character just deciding to be kind because he's a "good person" doesn't lead to me feeling like the romance endgame is a true and legitimate relationship between equals. i find it so deeply appealing to think about lando independently establishing his power through his legitimate financial acumen. as opposed to the romanticization of victim-hood (the sex slave character being the "perfect victim", suffering so beautifully, nervous and eager to please, trying so hard. as readers we feel nothing but a river of empathy.), the exploration of how to move towards balancing an unequal power dynamic. but not through sex though 🚫 the chastity belt stays on 🚫

and then yessssss!!! the meta aspect of having like thematic denial in a story that's literally about denial!!! form needs to follow function! It's just the literary way 😂😂😂

anyway, no one has asked me to justify the no-clit touching but in my head both daniel and lando know that the only reason why it's so insanely good for lando to be fucked is because zero clit stimulation (because obviously objectively clit > fucking). and that now that daniel's not leading his traumatic soldier life and is at home all the time, he also only has orgasms with lando the same way lando only ever comes with him.

and maybe they end up doing some fun maintenance spanking stuff when lando's on the denial cycles to help him let out the pend up energy 🙂

i'm going to end this post now before the sniper comes for me

[theangryman]

kink as religion/spirituality

it’s a little gauche to say something is “like a cult” - it’s overused as an expression

but a large problem i have with kink/bdsm subculture is the commonalities with religion, the spiritual aspects

when you think of precedents for “consensual” ritualized harm and self harm, they are religious (several groups have traditions of undergoing full on crucifixions for Easter, there’s similar rites for some Shia Muslims for Ashura - which is today I believe)

the desire for progression as some sort of internal challenge - there’s always a desire and encouragement to expand one’s limits

it’s driven by the same desire for a transcendent experience

the communities’ members have strange persecution complexes, gaslighting victims of abuse, especially when by higher ranking members

the focus on hierarchy (leather culture had formalized rules - serve in a house, train as submissive - tortured gay men wanting to punish themselves - maybe can read a form a Catholicism into this; modern kink culture is like modern Protestantism in that any sufficiently well groomed upper middle class man can claim to have the unique skills to be a good pastor/“dom” and open up a church/dungeon)

the repulsion towards former members/critiques of systemic issues present (expression anti kink opinions has gotten me the same kind of hateful response from other trans men that being a trans man did in the 2010s online - to the point where gendering people correctly appears to be optional for folks who are anti kink? the double whammy of being accused of being a TERF and than insulted with “girl” is always a fucking whiplash - can you not use the term “TERF” to mean “anyone i don’t like,” y’all look like fucking morons)

maybe many of these things can be applied to things like multi level marketing or any other extremely large organizational idea that people subsume their identity into, but the aspect of seeking “ecstasy” adds a hellish intensity to the mix

and like losing one’s religion, it’s difficult to leave. it’s difficult to part with the thought parties the beliefs. it’s difficult to justify to outsiders. (i agreed to let him do X but he did Y - the specifics don’t matter but it’s going to happen to you)

it creates mind bending cognitive dissonance - only puritanical criticisms of kink can be addressed. no matter what critique of kink you make, the response is

men are submissive too! (go actually look at femdom porn/hentai lol and see what they want or make a troll fet dom-F account if you don’t believe me + most submissive men are trans men with self esteem issues - the type who have boyfriends that refer to them as their girlfriend to their family; the religious analog would be something about complementary gender roles perhaps)

it’s all about consent! (what do we say about consent in power dynamics? now this is a subtle point, which is made impossible to address because it is such a fundamental threat to heterosexuality itself, that Dworkin tried to make and was glossed into “all sex is rape” because it is such a threat - what do we say to the idea of consent when we are fundamentally unequal human beings by nature of assigned sex of birth? who makes more money? who can overpower? i think most have gotten the picture that what Thomas Jefferson did to Sally Hemings was unambiguously rape, but what about all of the women throughout history when marital rape was considered the norm? it requires acknowledging that your great grandpa probably raped your great grandma, or up and down that line for thousands of generations - maybe if you acknowledge up front that gooners are going to want you to agree to humiliating and disgusting sex acts up front - that agreeing to have mutual fun with a stranger means rolling the dice on physical assault - maybe if you agree up front and pretend you can set some kinds of rules it’ll work out; similarly, religion is the comfort that life isn’t pointless suffering and maybe we’ll get to see our dog and grandma again if you follow these rules)

you can’t project your trauma onto the community/bad people aren’t doing really kink (i have a fairly large sampling size of kink partners and experiences personally. i genuinely don’t believe my arguments can be dialed down to “i had personal trauma in kink thus all kink is bad” unless one is taking my words at bad faith. this very much reeks of accusing atheists of hating god because of trauma or not getting what they want.)

you don’t actually believe that/you’re lying/you want it (these are obvious comparisons to religion)

these feel like the same kinds of responses i see to ex Mormons/Jehovah’s Witnesses/etc online

modern kink is similar to modern Protestantism in that it facilitates the creation of micro cults. institutionalization of kink is structured such that critique can be deflected onto individual actors. i’d argue Reddit is a major source of kink “education” - and no one can deny that subreddits can have concerning moderators. You have Fetlife, which is primarily heterosexual, male dom/female sub pornography. You have a couple of Booktok tier pop psych books which encourage Bronze Age marriage models. This maps to the diffuse ways in which American Protestantism propagates its ideas - it’s a nebulous mess of ideas that can evaporate when asked to take responsibility. We can’t hold all Christians accountable for Mark Driscoll’s ideas; we can’t hold all kinksters responsible for the actions of [insert the creeps who message you if you take up my suggestion of a troll fetlife account]. But can we not ask what it says about American Protestantism that Mark Driscoll exists and says what he says? And can we not look askew when what he said could be happily echoed by a kinkster as long as it was prefixed with “it’s kinky and consensual btw <3” and had been posted on fetlife anonymously - instead of his own church forum?

Kink is reactionary ideology which has parasitized societal acceptance of queer folks to justify the abusive dynamics of heterosexual relationships and sex, which has replaced religion as the justification for that dynamic.

[yinyuedijun]

end notes for zero-sum game (tw: slavery, sexual abuse)

hi if you're here it means you read my deranged aventurine smut. thank you for reading that abomination lmao I hope you enjoyed it 😭 once again I've touched on really sensitive topics and don't want to be misread so I'm writing some disclaimers/explanations below:

In the act of gambling with human stakes, as well as doing business with human traffickers, Aventurine is essentially himself engaging in human trafficking. This is not something he particularly enjoys doing or wishes to exploit (which I did try to indicate in the narrative); he only does this for his role with the IPC. 

The reason I made this a narrative about human trafficking is not because I wish to glamorize this crime. I framed the narrative this way because I wanted to point out how Aventurine actively perpetuates the kind of capitalistic violence that ruined his life by being a Stoneheart. This is something that is implicit in the game but not openly explored, hence I expanded on it here.

Somewhat thematically related: the reader actively engages in self-objectification—using it neutrally as a tool for their espionage work at times, but also positively in order to eroticize their one-sided and exploitative relationship with Aventurine. This was not intended to condone the objectification of human beings; rather, I wanted to show how a lifetime of sexual objectification and extreme dehumanization as a slave has led them to objectify and dehumanize themselves, sometimes even in the capacity of enjoying it. 

Aventurine in canon similarly engages in self-objectification and dehumanization as a trauma response  (i.e. he refers to himself as a chip in a positive manner, clearly as a reaction to how his owner referred to him callously as a chip when he was a slave), though in my opinion he's not really implied to derive any real joy from the idea.

Related to the point of objectification: Aventurine and the reader clearly do not engage in particularly safe, sane or consensual sexual dynamics (specifically referring to how he started undressing them before they fully consented to public sex and just kind of decided what to do with them without prior discussion). This is not because I think this is acceptable behaviour; it is a reflection of their unequal power dynamic that the reader actively encourages and Aventurine is fine with perpetuating. It is also implied to be the result of his own distorted relationship with sex—he has literally been coerced into doing exactly the same thing in the very same establishment, and assumed that the reader would be fine with doing it too because they generally enjoy it when he exercises "ownership" over them, which they both associate with sexual control for traumatic reasons.

I've seen discourse around the fandom where people interpret the act of kissing Aventurine’s commodity code as a purely sexual or fetishizing action. I thus feel compelled to explain that the act of Aventurine and reader kissing each other’s codes in this story served a specific purpose within the wider narrative about dehumanization. I wrote a lot of things in this fic purely because I was ungodly levels of horny for Aventurine (lol), but those particular actions actually had narrative weight lol 

With all this being said, I hope it is clear that the reason I chose to focus on themes of slavery and dehumanization is not because I intend to promote or glamorize them, but because I wanted to explore specific points of Aventurine’s characterization that exist in canon. The theme of sexual abuse (and its psychological fallout) is also something that is a natural extension of his story arc in canon. I have no wish to perpetuate any of these things, and I have faith that my audience can distinguish fiction from reality and thus will not have their perspectives on real life issues be seriously influenced by my dumb horny fic on tumblr dot com. 

Also I should hope this is obvious but do not use your regular everyday gloves to finger someone! I like to imagine that Aventurine’s expensive science fiction gloves has the incredible ability to remain sterile in everyday circumstances 👍

[queeranarchism]

Hi! I saw your answer to the question about "Anarchist leadership" and had a followup question. My concept of leadership has been that the practical function of the role itself is how you described a "coordinator," and that the difficulties which anarchism seeks to address arise when team coordination gives way to that individual abusing the opportunity of coordination to divide labor unequally (IE less to themself) or ignore input on how work is done, by whom, or when. To put it simply, my idea has been that the difference between a "leader" and a "boss" is, at extremes, that a leader takes on as much work (or more) as the rest of the group and considers every opinion in the group before making a final decision, while a boss accepts no input and does no work beyond coordination.

My first question is this: When a group is doing work collaboratively, how does an anarchist structure address the potential roadblock of deliberation? If every member is required to provide consensus on a decision affecting the group, what is the method for decision-making when consensus can't be reached? The only option I know of is an individual whose job is making a final decision in a case where one or more individuals refuse to agree with the majority, which is undeniably an authoritarian structure, but are there alternatives that can effectively limit deliberation when there is only so much time available? In short, what is the anarchist method of making a concise decision on something that affects every individual present?

My second question is this: If an individual's responsibility is coordination, or even being the "final say" in deliberation (assuming there is no other option), what is the alternative to rotation of responsibility if there are no other individuals capable of accomplishing that? I recognize that rotation of responsibility is an effective way to avoid one individual being placed in a position where their coordination becomes critical to the function of the group, but there are scenarios where nobody else in the group has the capacity to organize and coordinate and one can't be provided. How does one avoid a power structure when only one person is capable of coordinating?

I also have a followup about how anarchism addresses human vanity & pettiness in both of these cases, but I can save that so you don't have to answer too much in one post. Thanks in advance!

I'm going to start with the simple part: what you describe as the difference between a leader and a boss is, in effect, the difference between a boss and a lazy boss. The authority is exactly the same. The worst bosses I've worked for were willing to work very very hard, they were still my boss and the fact that they worked hard changed nothing about that relationship. A person that has the power to hire and fire others is a boss. If a person can decide that I should no longer have a stable income, I am at their mercy. They are my boss and no hard work or cool attitude can change that.

As for forming consensus: if consensus can not be reached it means a decision that works for everybody can not be reached and to those committed to consensus it is vital to keep working, keep talking, go over all the possibilities, pros and cons, and unorthodox alternatives again until a consensus is reached. For those interested in learning that, i recommend A Consensus Handbook, Co operative decision making for activists, co ops and communities by Seeds for Change. Free pdf here: https://www.seedsforchange.org.uk/handbook

This book probably addresses a lot of your follow up questions. A vital thing to understand before you get started is that in order for consensus to work, there has to be:

No leader ad a commitment to dismantle power dynamics. Not just the pretense that there isn't a power dynamic. It has to be real. There can't be anyone with a 'final say', that's just authority with extra steps. A person with the power to have a 'final say' is a boss. There's no anarchism there. None.

An agreement by all participants to work by consensus.

Time and patience.

When people have spend most of their life not living with consensus, they will come in with attitudes that don't fit a consensus process. They will see the goal as 'reaching the decision that I already know we need to make' instead of seriously considering alternatives that others bring to the table. They will try to gain a majority for their plan instead of working with everyone in the group. They will try to get their way by blocking every alternative. It takes time, practice and experiencing the benefits of a consensus process for that attitude to change.

[akkpipitphattana]

Hello 👋 I’m back again 💪

(I won’t apologize this time 💅)

So, today’s ask is two-pronged (as I’ve had time to stew in my thoughts after my birthday dinner this evening).

1) On the subject of Kant and Captain… I’ve seen numerous fantastic posts about their unequal power dynamic and the various undertones to their interactions, and I’m wondering (in my depraved mind), what a relationship might have looked like between them (in an alternate universe). Of course, I imagine it would be extremely toxic, unhealthy and damaging, but would serve as a fascinating narrative parallel to Kant/Bison’s potential D/S dynamic. The possibilities are endless, just thinking about how Bison would react, how he might have handled the betrayal reveal differently, had he known exactly what pressure Kant was under, as well as how that would effect how he treats matters such as trust and control going forward. Curious what you’d think on this 👀

2) Less of a question, more of a statement? I just want to say that I both appreciate your lovely responses, as well as your various posts/perspectives for this show. I’ve been rather disappointed by some of the reactions on platforms like TikTok or Twitter (of course not all!), but I’m glad there are people here who have such wonderful nuanced takes. While my asks have been about Kant/Bison in particular, I don’t really have a preference for either pairing when watching the show or reading fic, but the slight skewing of Fadel/Style’s popularity in the fandom makes me all the more thankful that Kant/Bison have great folks willing to dissect their relationship!

Anyways! Best 💜💜💜

omg happy birthday!! spending your bday mulling over thk is exactly the shit i'd do sdjfhdskf

on the topic of kant and christ, one of my fave posts about their in-show dynamic is this one that @hurlumerlu wrote in response to my own ask about the ashtray in the captain's office and i highly suggest reading it if you haven't yet! which, i said in my tags when i rbed it that it wouldn't shock me if there HAD been some kind of relationship between them in canon. like, if anything, i feel like we're MEANT to wonder if something happened there or not, because aside from how very stereotypical it is for those kinds of manipulative power dynamics to include a sexual element, the way christ interacts with kant, particularly during the sauna scene with the thigh slap, can imply some things about their past.

however! in a world where that was made more explicit, i think that dynamic would have been sooo incredibly interesting to actually see. especially since with how young kant likely was when he first got caught and the way the captain tends to praise him, i very much picture that their relationship started with christ more as a father figure to the young, fatherless kant. like i think about how kant had essentially had to raise himself once his parents died and how while he always made sure he was there for babe, he never had anyone there for him. the captain absolutely would have exploited that and eventually, as those things go, i think he would have pushed for even more. and kant - what would he have been able to do, say no? to the person that's getting his records clear, that could put him behind bars?

which, i think that in and of itself creates a very interesting parallel. because that just makes me think of how initially when it came to the bdsm stuff, kant wasn't really able to say no then, either. it wasn't bison's fault, obviously, he was the one that was being manipulated in that instance, but kant also didn't have the option to say no also because of christ. he couldn't do anything to risk losing bison's trust. and if i may go back to speculating in terms of this possibly having been a canon thing that happened, it could explain the way kant just... doesn't react to the whole nightmare scene at the beginning of ep4? like i don't think it's out of character for kant, who refers to the fact that he almost drowned in the plane crash his parents died in so lightly, to brush off something traumatic like that as it is, but it would definitely add a layer to the reason kant has such little reaction to it. because he's been in sexual situations he didn't wanna be in before, so this whole thing with bison? nothing new, as far as he's concerned.

though, given who kant is as a character, i wouldn't be surprised if he just didn't feel the need to mention that part to bison because it didn't feel necessary to him (which is why i still feel like it's entirely possible that it might have actually happened in canon, we just don't know about it yet/if we ever will). however, IF he had told bison about it when explaining his reasons for doing everything, i think initially bison would have brushed it off (at least to kant's face) much like he did everything else. i don't think bison was in a place to be believing everything kant was saying when he was explaining himself and if anything he might have even thought kant was just saying that to make bison feel bad.

i DO however think that would have added an INSANE layer to the penguin scene. like, kant having told bison that at one point he felt so pressured and trapped that he had no way of saying no to having sex with someone he didn't want to? bison thinking in his head he was just someone else kant had been forced to have sex with at the hands of the captain? bison thinking kant would have no reason to feel safe with him and like he can trust him? and then kant saying their safe word, with such love and trust, such surety that bison would listen to him? oh yeah. yeah, that's the juicy stuff.

and then well obviously bison would want to kill the captain dead for sure. though i'm sure in canon he kinda wants to do that too sdkfhsdk and i think bison would definitely be a lot more cautious about the bdsm dynamic going forward if he knew something like that happened. which, like i said before, i think there will already be a certain level of caution because of everything, but in the very least as it stands in canon, bison is likely more able to believe that kant does actually want these things, even if there are all these things they've been through that makes him hesitant. but, knowing about kant's less-than-healthy relationship with sex and power dynamics would likely make him just even more hesitant and careful about the whole thing so as not to make kant feel like he has to do anything he doesn't 100% want to, yknow?

as for the second part of your ask, thank you so much 🥺 obviously i love getting to just share my own thoughts and discuss this show in general, so it always makes me very happy to hear when other people appreciate my takes and the things i have to say! especially cause while i don't think of my word as god or anything, i at least take pride in knowing what i'm talking about for the most part because i am actively paying attention to the show, unlike NUMEROUS people who i swear are watching with their eyes closed skdhsdf but i'm glad not to be the only one actually paying attention and that even if we're not a very big portion of the fandom, there's a nice little corner of us that love and adore kb and are very happy to pick their relationship apart sjkfhdksjf thank you for the ask!💙

[noctupede]

I think the reason I like ameice so much is because I know for a fact it would be dysfunctional, like a codependent on and off type of pair.

Depends on the au really, what I usually nickname very affectionately in my head as "silly hetalia" or just unserious hetalia, where it's just pairings that I enjoy without too much historical context, they could definitely work with their personalities.

Historical hetalia however... very dysfunctional, not only because of an unequal power dynamic (cmon, a military complex super power x a small, powerless occupied country without a military) and one is way more dependent on the other than the other is. Which would be iceland, which is historically and accurate nowadays too, iceland is extremely dependent on the US to keep a working economy

But also, their personalities clash, iceland doesnt want to be dependent on him. Due to how strong the far left movement was in iceland I do headcanon emil to be far left, the far left movement on iceland was much stronger than those of other western countries, so they definitely do not agree politically in the slightest.

Iceland is a very stubborn rebellious country, especially during the cold war where icelandic officials and icelandic parties were very secretly having meetings with soviet officials for funding and training.

[chanelgrll]

Do you have any topics other than noncon you don’t feel comfortable writing about? Just wanted to double check before I send anything in!! 💕

Hi! I'm so glad you asked, I'll put out a pretty detailed list justtt in case, but most revolve around what kind of NSFW stuff I don't feel comfy writing ab. so other than noncon any sort of like heavy controversial topics, sexualization of minors or large age-gap romance with power imbalance, overt misogyny, dehumanizing kinks, glorification of abuse, fetishization of mental illness or trauma, in$est, p$dophilia, n$crophilia, or anything illegal/harmful, CNC content, extremely public NSFW, using children, animals, or mentally ill characters as props for horror or tragedy, depicting bigotry (racism, ableism, homophobia, etc.) as edgy, sa (anything revolving sa whether it's towards the reader or another character), sexualizing unequal power dynamics (minor/adult, student/teacher), sexual violence for shock value Note that even if I forgot to list something, I still have the right to decline an ask if I do not feel comfortable to write it (or if I feel that it's not my place to write about it. I doubt many people would consider asking prompts about those butttt I've gotten 2-3 asks that have included something in this list so it doesn't hurt to put out there!

[villain-in-love]

Now, allow me to get aggressive about Thistle's infantilization again. This post was brought to you by a whole year of my observations and frustrations.

I keep getting annoyed every time someone points out this moment in the manga and goes "Of course, it all makes sense, he has bad handwriting because he's a CHILD!"

Excuse you, how old do you think Thistle is, fucking 8 or 9 years old? Most kids develop their handwriting by the end of elementary school. He is sure as hell older than that, and had decades to practice. He just naturally has a shitty handwriting, leave him alone.

This also goes for people acting like he took over the dungeon and locked everyone up in this fucked up purgatory "because he's a kid". Did they miss the whole "Sooner or later, all dungeon lords go insane" part of the lore that was directly explained to the readers?

Some Thistle fans seem to misunderstand Thistle's circumstances – he didn't just take over the dungeon like a child who immediately goes for the extremes. It was his last resort after everything else failed, and at this point it was the only way the Golden Kingdom could be saved.

He didn't lock everyone up for eternity in the dungeon and went spiralling into paranoia just because he broke under the pressure, because of "adult responsibilities being placed on a child", he fell under the dungeon's harmful influence that was canonically explained to make all dungeon lords murderous and paranoid. He literally had the Winged Lion gradually consuming his other desires which is likely what made him this obsessive and single-minded.

Not saying that he would have been okay without those influences, his life was deeply messed up, and being responsible for the entire country is a goddamn nightmare, especially for a young person, but I doubt it would have gotten this bad.

And yes, speaking of, Thistle's background (you know, being supposedly abandoned by his parents in childhood, being brought into a foreign environment where it was made crystal clear that he's seen as an outsider and a potential threat, having an unequal power dynamic and unstable position in relation to people he considered to be his new family...) already fundamentally fucked him up as a person. That kind of trauma, especially untreated and unacknowledged, can make anyone at any age make batshit decisions. And then the dungeon and the demon just made it all worse.

Also people talking about Thistle being scared of people close to him dying as if it's an indicator of him being a little kid. Excuse me, but have you forgotten about Delgal, a grown-ass man, who was also the one afraid of death, and couldn't cope with his son dying? Who was begging Thistle to do any possible magic to prevent that? If his thirty-or-forty-something-year-old brother couldn't accept death, what the fuck do you expect from Thistle himself, who was indeed undeniably mentally younger than Delgal? And because he couldn't reassure his older brother about their shared trauma (you know, the assassination of king Freinag definitely influenced them both), it suddenly means that he's a little baby? (I legit once saw a person who claimed that if Thistle was indeed not a child, he should have acted like an actual older brother and helped Delgal get over it...)

I remember this moment also being pointed out in trying to prove how "childish" he is, as if this isn't the most classic line of any villain who tries to justify their abuse of power:

Also another person talked about Thistle being childish in going overboard by wishing for the Golden Kingdom citizens to "live in peace forever, not be troubled by illness, natural disasters, sudden deaths and starvation". But in my opinion, he did great, he got it all covered!

Because in the "Pandora Hearts" I already witnessed Xerxes (or rather, Kevin) making a mistake of simply asking the Will of Abyss to turn back time and prevent that incident of mass murder from occurring... Which just ended with the people he cared for still dying, but a few years later, because he didn't think far enough to wish for the Sinclair family to live long and well, which is what he actually wanted, he just asked for a specific situation to not happen. And he was 24 at that time, just for the record.

And like. Thistle was just plainly asked "What is your wish" by some book. That wasn't a question of "what you would realistically expect to achieve?" We're talking about desires, not actual plans. And in any case, what is so childish about a desire for the people of his kingdom to know no suffering? That the ultimate goal of the every government anyways! (By the way, at that moment he didn't mention absolute immortality, which would actually be unreasonable, just early and unnatural deaths, so it's safe to assume that the idea to completely "prohibit" dying came to him later, most likely after he started going insane... And that is supported by the fact that people did continue to age for at least ten or twenty more years, for Delgal's son to grow up and have a kid of his own, and then that kid growing up to at least teenage years).

Another point is that Thistle never knew about the full effect the dungeon has on it's ruler and the dangers posed by it. From his perspective and with knowledge available, he wasn't even trying to take any huge risks (aside from possibly violating international laws regulating the usage of ancient magic, but who gives a shit about those). And it wasn't his own foolishness or immaturity causing this ignorance, because there was the entire plot point about the elven nation hiding this information from other kingdoms and races for centuries. Thistle literally had no information available that could have indicated that this idea will backfire like that.

And he did all research that he could! This solution didn't suddenly drop in Thistle's hands for him immediately to use, he's been investigating those dungeon ruins and ancient magic for a while. He came to this solution himself, he clearly studied this shit and knew what he was doing.

[alchemiclee]

I hate that whenever there's a gay ship, people immediately het-ify it. people are so obsessed with making one the "man" and one the "woman" when that's completely unnecessary, because they are both the man or the woman. It's extremely annoying. these people will completely mischaracterize a character to fit into their stupid little het roles they force on them.

for example, you don't need to make one man the "wife" and feminized him to the extreme and fit him in a traditional "woman" role so the other man can be the big strong masculine manly man. they can both be masculine or both be feminine or both be both at the same time! they do NOT need to be gendered opposites to fit het roles. crazy, I know! it's like no one considers it a possibility! or sees how good it can be to have them be equals without gendered nonsense.

when there's a gay relationship, you have the perfect opportunity for the couple to stand on equal ground. they get to be equals who are just as strong and just as soft as each other. there's no faulty power dynamics where one is above the other (because let's face it, society unfortunately deems masculinity > femininity). one doesn't need to protect the other. they can protect themsleves, fight aide by side as equals. one doesn't do all the housework. they share that duty equally. one isn't weak and pretty, while they other strong and manly. they both are strong and pretty, or masculine and weak at the same time.

equal relationships are amazing and need to be explored more and appreciated. there can be more understanding and working together. i'm bad at explaining what I mean, but I prefer these equal relationships over forcing them into opposite roles to mirror het relationships, which are usually extremely unbalanced and unequal. especially because these not het relationships! so why must they look like one? they can and should look different! so why does literally every shipper and writer out there make them so het coded?

I don't understand why people do this. do they actually believe all romantic relationships must mimic het ones to exist and thrive and purposely force that on them? or have they genuinely just not fathamed that they can be different and dont need to follow the expected het standards?

I wonder, it feels like no one actually knows how non-het relationships are meant to be and how they could work, since het ones are always forced down our throats since birth. it becomes The Standard that everyone thinks they must follow. maybe it's all people know since they don't see any other possibilities. their preferred dynamics for their ships are what we are taught and nothing different, because they don't know it can be different. i also think people might be obsessed with that whole "opposites attract" trope. but that opposite doesn't have to be the traditional het-fueld feminine vs masculine or wife vs husband characteristics. it can be other personality things like one is loud and one is quiet, one is dumb and one is overly smart, one is rich and one poor, etc. it doesn't have to be masculine vs feminine!

BREAK OUT OF THE HET NORMS!!!!! TEAR DOWN HETERONORMATIVITY!!!!!!!!! FREE THE GAYS

(disclaimer, not saying masculine vs feminine ships are all bad/shouldn't be done ever. but it doesn't need to be 100% of the time either 😅 can't think of one ship people dont do this with lol)