#true degeneracy

[captainjonnitkessler]

I'm gonna start a psy-op saying that it's classist to hate the all-beige aesthetic because it was actually started by extremely poor farming families who could only use old and reclaimed materials that were typically less colorful (couldn't afford paint, y'know) and actually it's really fucked up of you to say that their efforts are boring and ugly when it's all some of these people had

None of that is true and I do hate the beige, rustic, and reclaimed aesthetics but I hate tumblr posturing over how your aesthetic sense is an objective morality indicator even more

[columprncess]

my duality is so weird, cuz one second i’m the responsible eldest daughter who’s kind and feminine, and the other second i am a degenerate and a bum who is posting abt shooters on tumblr

[mageofminge]

lord forgive me for my sins

fellers i fear i have committed true degeneracy (created a fursona)

[alectoperdita]

this is not relevant to the in-text story because it's rated T, but i need people to know

fox god Seto has a knot

[alienb0niiz]

call me pathetic but here are my designs for the dakimakura I’m commissioning, if it’s not over $200 :”)

pls pray for me lkke istg i’m a broke ass bitch but I NEED BYAKUYA SO BAD AHHHHH

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[roxyandtheroxies]

Keeping one's own values untouched in this wretched, bigoted, disgusting neoliberal hellscape, is a feat worthy of endless loot and treasure.

I have this story to show what i mean, it's a work in progress, about Michael, a young man who just finished getting his 17th PhD in an ivy league university, with a bright future ahead of him, and countless job opportunities being sent his way (including working on high positions in government!)...

He decides to confront his parents and tell them that he quits, this wasn't really him all along, and he wants to move back into their basement, play videogames, and do a part-time burger flipping job at the local Burger King...it gets HEATED but they accept his choice and support him, the story is about the repeated attempts of his former colleagues and professors and superiors to bring him back to the academy, to finish his work on Cold Fusion for example "no one else can do it but you! It could bring humanity into a new era of prosperity! Please, work your magic this one time!" "...naaaaaah"

Or his former philosophy professor goes "your unfinished book may hold the key to bridging the subject-object divide and solve objective morality, this would mark a before and after for MANKIND!!" "Nah i am trying not to think too hard as of late"

Or he gets harrassed by a wealthy tycoon "fifteen million dollars cash, no strings attached, and fifteen more after you finish your work on reconciling Marxism and Objectivism. I beg of you, once i read your projects on the subject, i had a dream of a utopia, where everyone prospers yet no one is used as a slave in any way, it was heaven, do it for me, for everyone Michael-" "pass" "but you must do this! I'll even double the offer, and i'll invest whatever you need, do you want your own private island?" "Bruh i said pass"

Or his super genius ex girlfriend from university harrasses him even harder "Look what you've become, disgusting slob! And yet, i need you to help me, desperately so, if you find some interest in the depths of your soul to lend a helping hand, please finish your work on quantum mechanics! You were one step away from the Unified Theory!" "Yeaaaah, i am sort of over you, i don't think i like women that way...anymore...or at all" and the ex gets really mad and toxic, then Michael reveals he's sort of into men...in a non-gay way? And she storms out, like most guests in this story, fuming, grumbling and cursing under their breath.

It continues by having Michael come out as a straight trans woman to her parents, she's named Minerva now :3

And she has things going on in her burger flipping job too, like this transphobic former professor of hers, he goes in all like "hello ma...maaan? Womaaan?" And she's like "woman" "ok Michael Jackson...wait are you Michael?! The prodigy with 17 PhDs?!" "Used to be, that's not who i am anymore, what's your ord-" "i see you are one of those gender confused attack helicopter pansexual furries with funky pronouns" "(sighs) what's your order?" And it escalates with the guy proposing some research projects he needs a sharp male mind for, she turns them all down and ends up serving him a whopper with extra cheese. She also gets this scene where her coworkers see her banger ass home, the basement stacked with piles of pizza boxes and videogame cases, and they find the 17 PhDs framed on the walls of her parents' bedroom, and it becomes very silly. Long story short, she ends up wearing a cute skirt to work and she passes now :3.

Then, just after she dealt with some old university colleague bothering her with a desperate offer to develop perpetual movement machines, she gets comforted by this really nice handsome coworker of hers, they end up dating, he's named Joey and he's a riot as well. The story is still in progress, anything any of y'all want to add/change? Love and kisses :3

[bunnions]

my first blorbo ever was hiei from yu yu hakusho 🥺 you could not pry that angry little gremlin from my cold dead [redacted] and this was at a time when you really had to scour the internet for any decent fan content (art, writing, forget about merch, etc) and i thought i was the o n l y o n e until i found tumblr dot com

[radioconstructed]

⌖ Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a reactionary prude! I am, in fact, a DEGENERATE! I simply do not like or respect any of you, aside from, perhaps, three of you, nor do I wish to be subjected to the OVERSHARING I am socially expected to TOLERATE, nor can I respect the indefensibly BONEHEADED way you'll all let your #### take you places you wouldn't go with a GUN!

⌖ I am FOOD-MOTIVATED and would let V**gle maps "food near me" take me to places I would not go with a #### OR GUN, but THAT'S besides the POINT!

[transfemstarscream]

i feel alienated in regards to “online transfem culture” and i don’t know why. i don’t mean this in a “i can’t relate to this so it’s bad” way, but more so “i don’t really see/understand this as a shared experience” way. i don’t really know how to explain it but it feels as if every subgenre of online transfem communities just isn’t for me.

[wumblr]

You are a living W, may the Slay Council christen you someday

^w^ i died actually

[nekasin]

Smash or Pass for Kitsune!Neka, mountain edition: Shizuha, Momiji, Sanae

"Smash, smash, and smash~" It's not a very high bar to clear for him. Though he's not sure about how likely the wolf tengu would be to get knotted.

[lookhearmeout]

we had a 911 party and got real fancy 🎉😂💯

[jdragsky]

warhammer 40k loves to call itself a satire of fascism and then depicts a universe in which all of the great fascistic anxieties and beliefs of its imperium (the enemy is everywhere, it is both weak and strong, we are eternal, any violence we commit is justified, our leader is our genetic superior, degeneracy will lead to the collapse of our society) are all objectively true, completely blunting any satirical edge it could have, but giving it just enough plausible deniability that games workshop can market to anyone of any ideology

[txttletale]

I was having an argument with someone, and i told them not to use the term "degenerate" bc it's a nazi term. They told me Lenin used the term frequently in his writings. How do I counter? Was Lenin simply wrong?

"lenin used the term frequently in his writings" is pure nonsense. lenin wrote in russian innit. the only translations i've read of lenin's major writings only occasionally use word 'degenerate', and then only in its original sense as a verb meaning 'to decay'. i can find, like, one example of him (in translation) ever using it as an adjective.

even if 1) wasn't true, some pretty significant things have happened between lenin's writing and the present day, such as "the rise of the nazi party and 'degeneracy' becoming a core part of fascist ideology across the globe". it is just doing "ummMmm the swastika is actually a very old religious symbol" but with a red coat of paint

even if 1) and 2) weren't true, we shouldn't be taking "well, lenin did it" as a prima facie reason to do anything, when we live 100 years later in different material conditions and with another hundred years worth of history and theory to work with--and i'm certain that on this point lenin would agree!

[myplasticadversary]

@monkberriemoon No yeah that's actually exactly what I was thinking of

This is in bad taste but I believe that if Paul and John had officially become lovers either they would still be together today living in ridiculously idyllic domesticity or it would've ended in murder-suicide and much horrible exploitative press coverage

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Building a Hornet’s Nest

Male Wasp Hybrid Harem x Feminized Male Reader (CW: Noncon, musk, pheromones, bukkake, gangbang, double penetration, wasp men, oviposition, feminized male reader, drug-like cum, wasp transformation, DNA manipulation, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.7k (Sorry that this took so long. Sorry that this is so weird. I hope some people can find the degeneracy within themselves to enjoy it.) 

When your distant uncle had passed away and left you a property you were surprised to say the least. You were more surprised to learn that it was on Arcadia and that your uncle had never lived long enough to go and see it as he had been ill for some time before his passing and he was not particularly old either. Years ago, unknown to most of the family, he had procured a modest plot of land on Arcadia, a distant planet on the fringes of known space. A true modern day frontier. It was known for its mega-flora. With flowers that grew to the size of trees in some cases. It was also known for its giant docile bees. They were just like bees on Earth except much much larger and they were stingless, it was very easy to domesticate them and now people used them on Arcadia to develop many rare and exotic honey types from the strange alien flowers. Your uncle had wanted to be a beekeeper, he was apparently going to invite you on the venture with him seeing as how you were both into farming and working the land and you had helped him with his beekeeping when you were younger, but he never recovered from his illness so you did not find out until his death. With only a bit of hesitance you decided to pursue your uncle’s dream. When you first got to Arcadia you were in awe by how tranquil and picturesque it was, the pictures and videos that you had seen certainly did it no justice. Unlike Earth most of the foliage was various shades of red, orange, and yellow. Giant blooms of every shape and color imaginable were everywhere, with the exception of the clearing that a small settlement had been built in. Despite being here for a few decades it was still very much a quaint little frontier town, pleasant enough people, offering just the bare essential services. Then there was your new plot of land a few miles from town. It was… run down… to say the least. But you made due, you had sold everything of significant value that you had owned back on Earth and were fully committing to this new venture. And, after a few months, your efforts finally paid off. A giant mansion sized barn for your future bees was built and your house was repaired. All that was left to do was wait for your shipment of buzzy friends to arrive. Well they wouldn’t be so busy when they arrived, as they would still be pupa, but within a week or two the pupa would be finished developing into full sized giant docile bees, they would accept the barn as their home and set up shop. The day came when your shipment finally landed and you were so thrilled, they came off the hover truck and you hurried them into their new home, carefully placing them horizontally into cells in the walls and capping them. In truth you had been more than a bit worried, you were running perilously low on funds and had to go with a discount bee supplier that seemed just a slight bit unreliable. But it seemed you had worried for nothing, here were your bee pupa, nice and healthy. Though they did seem to be a slightly different shape than they looked from the advertisements and videos, you were sure that nothing was wrong. You could barely contain your excitement, you had heard that these bees easily imprint on their humans and are very loving, soon they would establish a hive and your goals would be obtained. It would be slow at first, as you only had enough to get three pupa, but you would get there eventually. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the barn every few hours. 9 or 10 times each and every single day. The wait was torture. But finally, after about 12 days, you heard buzzing coming from the barn when you stepped out of your house in the morning, you practically tripped over yourself running back inside to grab the collars for them and then dashed back outside and across the field of flowers you had started to grow for them. You opened the door to the barn and… it was NOT what you were expecting. The three pupa were no longer in the cells you had packed them so lovingly into, but they sure as hell were not bees either. Instead, standing before you were three wasp-men. You knew what these were, genetically engineered human-wasp hybrids, that typically had smaller genetic contributions from several ant and bee species as well, that were typically used in highly regulated projects or otherwise extremely shady sources of labor on the very unregulated frontier planets. The question was how did you get them? Did someone’s order get mixed with yours? With how much energy and enthusiasm you opened the door with, they were all now intently staring at you, and to say that they were intimidating would have been an understatement. They all looked fairly similar to one another, red and yellow plates of chitinous exoskeletons covered their feet, arms, legs, chests, and backs. The only thing lacking the exoskeletons were their faces, abs, asses, and crotches. Which were very much exposed, showing off scarily long cocks and heavy balls. They had red bug-like eyes, they had fangs but otherwise regular mouths, but they sat between a set of wicked looking mandibles. Antenna twitched on their heads, sticking out from long blood red hair. Each had a set of large wings folded behind them. Their antennas twitched in your direction as they also sniffed the air curiously. Uh-oh. They were from a shady source so who knows how unpredictably they could act towards you, so you wisely decided to make a hasty retreat, but they quickly flew over to you and pulled you back deeper into the building. “Where’s the rush?” one of them inquired in a slightly buzzing but deep voice, “Me and my friends just woke up here and need some answers.” “Uh-uh okay, sure, what do you want to know?” The one speaking put his arm roughly around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Well, we are looking for the person meant to be our queen, do you know where they are? Your scent is the only one here. Did you put us in the wall compartments?” “There isn’t any queen, but y-yeah I was the one who bought your pupa and put them in there.” He took a moment to feel you over with his antenna, it probably would have tickled had you not been scared shitless. “Sooo… you’re the queen? Or are you under someone??” “There isn't one! And I own this land and made this building for bees…” One of the other two wasp men chimed in at this. “Ha! Bees? Those weak passive ones that have no human in em and are about as smart as a pet dog? You’re lucky you got us instead, we are far superior!” The one holding you now much too tightly replied while flexing his free arm,”He’s right, we are much better. You really lucked out little queen~ We can keep you much safer.” He licked up your neck with a long narrow tongue making you shiver. “I told you, there isn’t a queen!” You were beginning to grow annoyed with the cyclic nature of this conversation. “You bought us? You own this territory? You put us in cells so we could grow?” “W-well yeah but… I’m n-not-” “You’re our queen then~ Don’t be scared we’ll keep you all safe from the big scary world! You’re far too weak and squishy to just be left alone.” “Ha! Yeah, just a pathetic squishy little human,” the third one that had been silent up until now chuckled as he poked you hard in the stomach. The one holding you grinded gently into your ass, his cock fully erect and prodding your cheeks. “This ass is soft too~ Bet it feels great inside, doesn’t it little queen?” “S-stop, please, I’m not a w-woman!” “Awe, our queen is a bit dumb too~ Good thing we came along to take care of you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re our queen yet, we’ll rape you full of our eggs. You’ll look so lovely full of our spawn~” As he said all of this he began to gently rub his hand against your crotch and the other two hybrid men stepped closer. Between the unwanted touching and the mention of the word rape you decided it may be worth the risk to try and escape anyway, but your struggles didn’t last long. The man holding you shook you a bit violently until you were unsteady and still and then held the top of his wrist to your neck. A long thick black needle protruded from his wrist and was pointed at you threateningly. You turned away, trying to put as much space between your neck and the sinister looking needle as possible. “Maybe you aren’t too dumb, you know what this does don’t you my queen? It’ll hurt terribly before paralyzing you and allowing us to play with you at our leisure and make you fulfill your royal duty~” You let out a pathetic whimper in response. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to use it. How can you squirm around my dick if I did? So just relax and let this happen the easier, more fun way, okay?” He nibbled on your earlobe and you went completely limp in his grasp, signaling that you wouldn’t put up anymore of a fight. “Heh heh, excellent choice, my queen~” The other two wasps chuckled cruelly as well as one pulled your shirt off and the other wasted no time in unburdening you of your pants and boxers. They stared at you hungrily. Your nudity only fueled your fear and you had to stifle your instinct to flail, thrash, punch, and run. But doing so would surely make things much worse for you, better to just let them have their way and get it over with and hope you could sneak out after maybe when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted. You could feel the cock of the hybrid behind you gently rubbing against your hole as he licked and bit at your neck. He bent down behind you and spread your cheeks, making you shudder as an inhumanly long tongue prodded your hole before sliding in deep, stretching you out gently as it probed and making you twitch and grow hard as it found and focused on your prostate. The genetics for their tongues definitely came from long tongued bees. The wasp man behind you got up and resumed pressing his cock into your hole. “Just getting you good and ready queen~” He whispered softly into your ear. His large cock mercifully massaged copious amounts of thick precum into you to prep you for breeding. At least the entry wouldn’t be unstretched or dry, because that’s not something you would have put past them. The other two wasps were busy rubbing their hands all over your body, rubbing your belly, groping your ass cheeks, stroking your face with surprising tenderness, and contrasting that with rough greedy groping of your soft thighs and tugging at your hair. As the one behind you slipped inside your well lubed ass a second wasp enveloped your hard cock entirely within its mouth while the third kissed you passionately, its tongue fervently exploring every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t even yell in pleasure or protest the pain of having your ass invaded by a large inhuman cock as the long thin went down your throat, making you gag a bit. Finally respecting your need to breathe, the wasp removed itself from your face and began biting your sensitive neck, adding to the complete overly stimulating waves of sensation already being caused by having your dick enveloped by a hot mouth and your prostate gently kissed by the rhythmic thrusts of the other two insectoid men. The one attending your cock took his free hand to massage your balls and that led you to possibly the quickest orgasm of your life. In any other situation you would have been totally humiliated, but you were long past having any dignity today. The one behind you did not relent in his fucking of you, but instead picked up the pace a bit as he felt your body shudder, the one sucking you off hungrily swallowed your load before licking his lips and getting up. “My, you were really pent up my queen, and you produce such sweet honey for me!” He pressed his lips to yours, letting the taste of your own cum permeate your mouth. Between the kiss and the constant pounding of your ass you whimpered as you were already hard again, the wasp that had previously had its tongue down your throat now replacing the one that swallowed your cum at your cock, kissing the sensitive organ before licking it and sucking your recently emptied nuts. You whimpered as they continued to manhandle your sensitive body. The one pumping into your tight hole finally slamming in hard and cumming forcefully, depositing something round and hard into you as he did, making you flinch a bit in surprise as you remembered that they reproduced via eggs, it did not really hurt, but you felt a tingling inside where the waspoid cum touched you. The cock inside you lingered a while as it filled you but once it slid out and away from you your ass’ rest was short lived. One of the wasps laid with his back on the ground and with his cock pointing up, the other two bringing you over to him and forcing you to lower yourself onto his eager, drooling, prick. Your well stretched hole slid on him easily and he gripped you tight and forced you up and down on his length. That special spot inside you was rubbed once more, making you shudder in unwilling pleasure, your body completely betraying you. The pace was slow enough for you, and surprisingly he seemed unwilling to seriously injure his “queen”. As you were finally getting used to the motions one of the other wasps, the one that had already filled your ass, came up behind and slid his cock back inside you with his friend’s so that you were now being plowed in tandem by the both of them. As you gasped from the sudden extra intrusion abusing your insides the third wasp took advantage of your open mouth and wasted no time in putting his dick in your open mouth. You could taste his precum, oddly enough it had just a slight soothing effect and you noticed it tasted of honey. Filled to the brim with cock, you started to get a bit more relaxed as time went on, not overly so. You were still very unwilling and any pleasure was purely physical, incidental, and frustrating, but whatever was in the honey like fluid dripping from his cock was definitely making you a bit less stiff and just a tad bit less defiant. While this was happening you thought you could remember hearing something about this, that modified wasp and bee species made substances that could calm down their queens when distressed, both in fluids and via pheromones. And now that you thought about it the musk that hung heavily in the air was strangely comforting, it was like the more of the precum that dripped down your throat the more you were affected by the smell that these men were giving off. Not nearly enough to really lose yourself though, it was far more subtle than that. It was also probably why you did not feel too much pain anymore despite two dicks pistoning your ass, as one cock thrust forward the other pulled back. All the while the one occupying your mouth was happily pumping away, content with enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth as he fed you more pre. Between all the sensations overtaking your body, the cocks sliding in and out of you, the pheromones and relaxing fluid, and the hands roaming over your sides, face, and thighs, you couldn’t help but blow another load, right on the wasp that was below you. “See? It feels good to be our queen, doesn’t it,” he asked with a mocking chuckle knowing full well it was just your body’s response and it didn’t mean you were enjoying your predicament. After several minutes the one making you suck him pulled out and moaned as he came all over your face, covering you in warm slippery fluid. There were no eggs in this ejaculation, he was certainly saving all of those to be deposited deep inside you to go along with his friend’s. Your skin tingled a bit where the cum touched you and you began to feel just a bit dizzy as your inhibitions slowly lowered just a bit and you became even more relaxed. The cum was much more potent than just the precum and the load up your ass was gradually affecting you as well. Musk permeating the air was much thicker than it had been, or maybe you just noticed it more now, but it was making you drool a bit and you couldn’t help but bounce back a bit against the dicks in your suddenly hungry hole. “I feel really weird… can we stop now…” You stifled a cry, something wasn’t right, you were much more sensitive than normal to everything and you were having difficulty thinking clearly. The wasps all smirked as they ignored you, knowing that their fluid was slowly turning you into a weak little queen they could worship and fill with egg after egg. It was slowly changing your very DNA, making you receptive to hybrid pheromones, making you crave them. The one that had previously unloaded in you pulled out and came all over your back. Moments later the one below you working you on his shaft like some kind of living sex toy slammed you down to the base of his cock and filled you deeply with even more eggs and semen, causing you to spasm and moan weakly with a dry orgasm of your own. “Fuck! You’re a great incubator!” While you were panting and trying to recover the wasp previously abusing your mouth unceremoniously pulled you off the cock you were on and gripped you tight from behind, his erection easily sliding in your cum leaking entrance. “Not done yet, being queen is very busy work, you have to take my eggs too~” “P-please no more, I-I feel funny,” you pleaded desperately as your head was swimming with mixed signals. You knew you didn’t want this but you were so light headed you could barely think, and now these wasp men smelled so alluring, and wouldn’t having more eggs in you feel so nice? “I-I n-need to s-stop…” You felt an instinctual need to keep letting them fill you up, but at the same time you were burning up and truly felt feeble and sick. “Shhh, shhh, just relax, okay? You have been such a good mate for us so far~” He licked a long stripe up your neck with his thin tongue and held you tighter as he continued grinding into you. Without warning he started flying a few feet in the air while still breeding you, his insect instincts telling him to give you a proper nuptial flight. In no time the other wasps joined in as well, both of them in front of you, tending to their precious queen. Rubbing you up and down, smearing the fluid that covered you into your skin, giving little kisses and nibbles, and caresses where they saw fit. They were a bit brutish, but they knew the transition occurring in all of your cells was a rough one and they wanted to help their queen embrace his new role as easily as possible, especially since you had been such a perfect weak little mate for them. You would have continued to beg for them to stop, but it felt so nice now. And it would have been so ungrateful. These nice men were taking care of you so sweetly, giving you lots of eggs to tend to, choosing you to take care of them. It made you feel fluttery in the pit of your stomach. You were so lucky. With a shudder the final load of eggs was unloaded into you, the wasp man behind you wrapping his legs around yours as he came. They all gently lowered you to the ground, one of them keeping you in his arms with you leaning against him and burying your head in his neck before passing out from sheer exhaustion. The wasps’ fluids were still hard at work rewriting your DNA, somewhat like a virus. It was definitely taking a toll on you. Your harem of wasp-men took you to your house and had you all washed up and bundled in your bed, keeping a dedicated vigil over you as you had a deep but feverish sleep. They did not like seeing you uncomfortable, unless it was from them teasing you. But they knew it would be worth it, when you woke up in a few days you would be totally dependent on them. Your new insect DNA demanding you to always be by one of them for safety and telling you that you would constantly need to be incubating their eggs. Their pheromones would comfort, alert, or arouse you based on what they needed to communicate and you would produce some as well that allowed them to track you and be aware of your condition. You’d even grow antenna and your skin would take a reddish tone. You would technically be a wasp hybrid yourself, but that would be the extent of your transformation. Just a weak incubator hopelessly dependent on them for the rest of your life.