#very free and experimental.. it’s fun!!

[kittysquire]

Tatsumayo fairies cuz i said so! 🦋

The butterfly i based their wings on!! Mayoi’s is a Purple Emperor, and Tatsumi’s is a Panacea Procilla! (Thank you @idekka for identification! 🫶) ✨

[ragnarockz]

Gonna trail off of this little oneshot because I haven't stopped thinking about it since (thanks @sapphictea 💙)

tw religious trauma/internalized homophobia/drug use 🌿

Agent Vidal's first sight as the early morning light shone through the semi-broken, cheap motel blinds was Agnes laying on her side facing her with her hands pressed between her legs. Vidal lifted her head from her pillow, rolled her shoulders and took more of Agnes in with her eyes. Her hands weren't just between her legs but stuffed down her boxer shorts; knees up in a mock fetal position. Her messy ponytail was over her shoulder; right side of her face pressed to the pillow. The dark red scabs were crusted over her knees, the indents from the gravel now gone.

Vidal breathed steadily through her nose, not daring to wake up the detective yet. She was going to be upset, ashamed. How many times had she snuck off to go do things like this; to get her rocks off in private? It was daring, Vidal knew, for Agnes to do this in the middle of the night like a guilty child knowing she could get caught. Would she be punished for her actions? No, she would most likely be rewarded but Agnes' brain didn't always work that way; wasn't always kind to her.

Sometimes it pissed Vidal right off that even after all this time, Agnes still held back a single sliver of doubt.

Vidal's curious gaze turned to a glare as if she was trying to will Agnes out of sleep. She had a lot running through her mind, her thoughts. Why does Agnes feel the need to do this still? She knows she could have woken Vidal up, asked, even demanded. And Vidal knew Agnes must have waited up until she fell asleep to start this gnawing need that was always dominant inside of her.

Vidal saw it, heard it. It loomed over them like a shadow; even when Vidal thought it had disappeared and was gone for good. It came back. The guilt, the shame, the rot as Agnes once slipped up and put it.

"There is something rotting inside of me, Vidal...and I can't get it out."

They didn't talk for the rest of the night after Agnes let that slip from her mouth many months ago. Vidal didn't know what to say, what to do. Like a dog with her tail between her legs, Agnes backtracked. Vidal was fuming; hurt burning behind her eyelids as she couldn't stand to look at Agnes for hours afterwards.

And now here they were, in the middle of nowhere with no one to peg them down, no one to rat them out. No one was going to pin them down and shove their faces to the dirt so they could see what was wrong with them. They were untraceable, unrecognizable. Drifting through the wind; ghosts haunting another place and time.

And yet...

And yet Agnes still was doing this behind Vidal's back.

This was something different than just wanting to masturbate by yourself; to have your own alone time. Vidal understood that, respected that. Agnes did too; that's wasn't something taboo in their relationship. But this, the slinking around because Agnes thought Vidal would be ashamed of her. Because she thought her girlfriend would make her repent for all her terrible, awful, disgusting wants and needs and ultimately, they would become not inherent normal desires but, sins.

Vidal was fuming.

She waited; time ticking by in the small little room. The sun got higher, brighter. The agent watched as it hit Agnes, lighting her up. A spotlight right on her as if this was really divine intervention calling her out now for being the one in the wrong. Vidal felt a pang in her heart as she sat up in bed; sheets falling away from her. She had gone to bed naked in hopes Agnes would turn her way and get close, claim her for the night. But she never did. She stayed on her side and licked her wounds until they went bloody and raw again. That wet gnawing sound from her mouth infiltrated Vidal's dreams all night.

Vidal kicked the covers off of herself; stomach turning and knowing she couldn't stay in bed a second longer. Practically jumping out of bed, she grabbed her sunglasses case on the night table and her robe on the chair and threw it on over herself; tying the belt around her waist. She took herself outside of the room, closing the door behind her. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head in disbelief and opened up the case. She pulled out her sunglasses along with her lighter and one of the joints she had stashed away in there. She put the little roll between her lips and flicked her lighter, sparking up and inhaling.

There was no one around to catch her or call her out, no one to stare down a beautiful woman outside in the early morning with nothing but a black silk robe on smoking a joint. She laughed at the image in her own head until she realized what was left inside. As if on cue; the door to the motel room opened and out stumbled Agnes.

Head and eyes downcast, she stumbled out and gently closed the door behind her. She placed her back up against it, the back of her head hitting the wood just below the brass room number '3'. She let out a shaky sigh, trying to get Vidal to acknowledge her presence. The agent didn't. She drew a long drag from her joint, held it for a beat and then blew out. Neither of them said a word.

Agnes' knees throbbed, phantom pain and a twinge between her legs as her memory shot back to earlier last night. Vidal had stopped the car in a old church parking lot which wasn't really a parking lot, just a gravel lot. Their hungry kissing and fevered grabbing turned a little physical as Vidal basically dragged Agnes around and got her down on her knees. Bloody knees and hungry eyes; mouth open in wait as Vidal offered Agnes her fill.

She took it. Always did. Never turned it away. Not ever.

And then they came back to the motel and Agnes cornered herself up in bed and waited for Vidal to fall asleep before she continued. Had it been the church? The dusty gravel under her knees? The way Vidal laughed as she stared down at Agnes as she obeyed the unspoken rules between them? The way her tongue ran over her teeth before it hung out of her mouth?

he broke it and said, "This is my body,

Agnes' hands grabbed Vidal's hips as she held her close; pressed her nose into Vidal's pubic hair before she continued.

which is given for you.

Tongue pushing past Vidal's folds, right into her core without any hesitation.

Do this in remembrance of me."

Her tongue tried to lap up as much as she could, wanting more.

in the same way, he said, "This is my blood,

She felt Vidal shake above her, rocking her body towards Agnes mouth. She wanted more.

Vidal was close as her nails dug into Agnes' scalp, pressing herself down onto the detectives tongue. She wanted to take her fill, drink every last drop she had.

do this, as often as you drink it

Agnes heard Vidal moan above her and felt the convulsions on her tongue, the pulsing against her lips. She held fast as Vidal's orgasm rang through her body and coated Agnes' ever waiting tongue.

in remembrance of me."

[itspileofgoodthings]

Taylor returning over and over to the falling through the ice accident in the Bolter—everything to me

[moonstruckme]

hi!!! wanted to req a poly! marauders x reader where the reader has never had anything inside before so like first time fingering if that’s okay 🫣 totally okay if not, love your work!!!! <3

Hi my sweetheart I’m so sorry I held onto this for sooooooo long but thank you for requesting I love you ! And thanks to @mareagirls for helping me out when I was struggling with the choreography haha <33

cw: smut mdni, fingering, inexperienced reader

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 837 words

Sirius, you think, is treating this all very casually. He’s lying on his stomach between your bent knees, legs kicking idly behind him while he circles your entrance with a finger. 

“Baby.” He looks up at you. “Could you stop being so nervous? I cut my nails for you.” 

“I’m fine,” you say, a bit affronted. 

Remus chuckles. His two fingers move over your clit in rhythmic, dedicated passes. 

“You’re all tensed up, sweetheart,” James clues you in. He’s lying on your other side with one arm cushioning your head. It’s almost like you could be going to sleep, except one of your boyfriends is tormenting your clit while the other attempts the breaking and entering of your cunt. 

“Not breaking,” Sirius had said when you made that joke earlier, looking at you in horror. “It’s going to be fun, not torture, you freak.” 

James’ other hand goes to your side. He gives you a little squeeze, and you gasp, ticklish. “See?” he asks. 

“Jamie,” Remus scolds, but he’s smiling. With his free hand he rubs the underside of your thigh, trying to calm you back down. “You don’t need to worry, dove. We’ll start slow, and we can stop anytime you want, yeah?” 

“I just don’t know how it’s going to feel,” you fret, shifting on the mattress to get comfortable again. 

“The point’s to find out, isn’t it?” Sirius is looking at you like he really wants to know. He holds up his index finger as though to exhibit it. “I’m only going in with the one at first, and slow like Rem said,” he vows. “It shouldn’t hurt.” 

“Definitely say if it hurts,” James agrees. 

You chew your lip, nodding. Sirius’ expression softens. 

“Just tell me if you don’t like it,” he says earnestly. “Say stop and I’ll stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say. 

“Good girl,” Remus praises, leaning sideways to kiss the top of your knee. His skillful fingers never stutter.

Sirius makes a soft sound of agreement, and then he slips one finger into your entrance. 

You’re prepared to be shocked, but he’s right; it’s not a substantial intrusion. You almost don’t know it’s there at first, until he swirls it around experimentally and a little “oh” stumbles out of you. Your hips shift. 

“Yeah?” James noses at your cheek, smile audible in his voice. “Not so bad, huh?”

“No,” you agree breathily. 

Sirius grins below you, planting a big kiss on the inside of your thigh. “That’s my girl. You’re so tight, sweetheart, fuck,” he groans, wriggling his finger against your gummy walls. “And your little cunt is so pretty. Next time we should do this with a mirror.” 

“One step at a time,” Remus tells him mildly. But when you push your hips upwards, he obliges you, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“S’that good, honey?” James’ lips are warm and soft against the column of your throat, teeth barely there as he suckles at your skin. “Do you like having Pads inside you?” 

“Yeah,” you answer him again, voice pitching slightly when Sirius slips another finger inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Shh.” James presses a gentle kiss over the mark he’s left. “You’re okay, sweet girl.” His murmurings, sweet and lovely and too quiet for you to understand, trail down your chest until he finds something he likes. His arm slides from beneath your head, hand finding your shoulder and resting there with a soothing weight. 

You know patience isn’t in Sirius’ nature, so you appreciate the restraint he’s using with you now. His fingers sponge in and out of you at an easy pace, shallow and careful. When you find it in yourself to open your eyes, he’s watching you from beneath his lashes, using your expression as his guide while he works you open. 

You moan when James sucks hard at a spot on the underside of your tit. 

“Don’t bruise her,” says Remus, still sour from the mark that’s yet to fade on his left pectoral. 

“Sorry.” James pulls his mouth from your tit, smiling at you sheepishly. “Is it okay if I leave you a pretty little mark, my angel?” 

“No kissing up to get what you want, either,” Remus grumbles, but you nod, and James goes back to what he was doing, albeit more gently. 

“You’re doing so good.” Sirius is leaning his cheek against your thigh now, seemingly lost in his own sort of trance. The weight tips your leg outward so that Remus has to grab your knee to keep him propped up. “So good for me, baby. Now,” his eyes gleam, and you know the look of it well enough to be both excited and a little bit nervous, “how would you like to try the feel of something else inside?” 

“Oh,” you say, caught offguard. “Um, I don’t think I’m ready for…” 

“I meant my tongue, sweetness.” 

“Hey!” James pulls his lips from you with a wet suctioning sound. “No fair, you’ve had your turn already! I want to go.”

[dcxdpdabbles]

More mr. Flavor please 🙏

Danny gets to his motel, finding it occupied. It's the same man that got him a deal with Anthony's Pasta. He's lodging on Danny's bed, one foot hanging off while the other pressed into the sheet. He's using the headboard as a backrest looking rather comfortable for someone of his size in a twin bed.

There is a book resting on his knee, the cover out of sight, but it's the placement of his one hand holding it open that lets Danny know this man is a very avid reader. Only someone who's spent hours holding books knows how to rest the crease in between their fingers to keep the pages open but not bend the cover.

It's odd how comfortable he looks within Danny's space. Especially after the last few days, that would one day be a very funny story to tell.

He feels like he could laugh about it in a few minutes even. Were it not for the stranger ruining the zen of his motel room.

Danny stops in his doorway, the last few scatts slowly fading away as the man gives him a glance and then does a double take.

Despite the fact, that there is a mask covering his face and his red hood is pulled over his head, Danny can tell by the way his brows crease that he's making a genuine, confused expression under all that mystery.

"What in the world are you wearing?" He asks after a beat of silence.

Danny spreads his arms, making sure to let his fake fur whip dramatically as he declares "My truth!"

There is a long pause of silence before the man carefully closes his book, sliding into his leather jacket and rising. "I noticed that you disappeared for a few days. Where did you go?"

It's a bit disappointing that he moved right along. Danny was sort of looking forward to having to explain why his outfit was put together. He lets his arms drop with a slight pout as he scurries to his soda lab.

The day Oscar had him adducted Danny had just bought some new soda flavoring syrup, with the intent to actually experiment and create his own flavor. It was fun to borrow some from his home, but he was a Fenton, experimenting was in his blood.

He wanted to make something fruity, like raspberries, and left a combination to rest for two days as a natural ferment.

He feels the eyes of the stranger burning into his back, and usually, that would have meant he would be powering up an ecto-ray but sadly that was out of reach.

"I was kidnapped." Danny declares sniffing a few of the bottles he set out, attempting to figure out their state from scent alone. "Got ran over. Woke up in a hospital. You know, a regular Tuesday. Is today Tuesday? It feels like a Tuesday."

There is an even longer pause this time, where the air has suddenly taken a very somber air before the man speaks again. His voice modulator does a decent job of hiding his emotions but Danny can pick up the regret and frustration that slips through the autotone. "I'm sorry you went through that."

"Meh." Danny waves a hand over his shoulder as if it would wave away all the bad. "The worst part was that someone likely saw my soda formula. The rest wasn't so bad."

The man steps next to Danny watching him work in silence. Danny isn't entirely sure what he's after, now that he's seen that Danny was fine, but he's not about to be a gracious host. The stranger broke into his room- again- and that meant Danny was free from the manners his parents had beaten into his head.

He was still a little upset about all his stuff being smashed because of an assumption. Even if he did sort of make up for it with all the stuff he proved afterward as an apology.

He would not be offering to take his coat, thank you very much.

The first vile of his experimental sodas was unsalvageable, tasting rather disgusting when he took some sips. In fact, it was so disgusting he almost choked on his gag, twitching in place from the nauseating liquid he nearly hit the table.

The man moves like he's about to touch Danny but thinks better of it at the last second as the Halfa- or the human one that can't access his powers- coughs aggressively, gagging more.

Eventually, he gets his body under control so he can gasp out "Needs less buffalo, more wings flavor. Write this down. Write this down. Notes. Where are my notes?"

Danny has to turn over a few papers and scattered test tubs- he's never been the best at keeping his working area orderly which drove his Mother up a wall. Jack and Danny shared the same belief that if his stuff was a mess it was a mess he knew- until he came upon his clickboard.

He has to crouch under the table to find a purple ink pen- as all his notes are color-coded and changing the ink would make everything invalid- so he could mark it next to the experiments, Taste like Lord of the Flies.

He taps the pen against his lower lip before he adds Find out how to harness the power of spicy buffalo. He nods at it and reaches for a second test tube.

The man at his side clears his throat. "Did you seriously try to make a Buffalo Wings flavor Soda?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite food so I figured I could make it my favorite drink too," Danny mutters sniffing a new tube, and taking a full swing before he can convince himself to put it back down. He figured that if he attempted to do small sips, he would chicken out and not actually taste the soda, so it was better to down it all in one go.

At once his gag returns, making him recoil away from his clipboard. "Burger flavor is yunk. Hmmm. Interesting."

He writes some more notes while blinking tears out of his eyes. His stomach is turning in knots, as he scrambles some ideas of improving the flavor. Once done he reaches for another test tub- this one Pizza flavor- before the Hoodie smacks his hand away.

"Kid, you look like you're going to be sick"

Danny stares at where the man touched him, feeling a sense of confusion at the audacity to get in the way of science before he slowly turns his head towards the stranger. He feels his stomach flip ominously as the man raises a brow.

"Can we go back to your kidnapping? I can make the person pay-"

Danny holds up his in an indication of a hug which has the man coming to a full stop. He can see his reflection in the lens of Hoddie, and even though it's slightly spread like a fish eye camera lens, he can certainly say he looks slightly unhinged.

It's a few seconds of staring before the Hoddie, cautiously steps closer, telegraphing his movements as he brings Danny into an awkward hug. Once he's assured he's pressed against the man as much as possible Danny opens his mouth and lets his stomach release all the disgust.

"Ugh!" The man pushes him away, staring down at the vomit that decorates his front as Danny sways on his feet. He carefully blinks the tears clear out of his sight while picking up his clipboard.

"Warning: New flavors put up a fight. Ensure safe six feet distance from others." Danny nods at his own written words. He rips it off the paper, grabs some scotch tap with the other, and slaps the label on his two test tubes.

He then picks up five test tubes at once while declaring "Can multiple flavors cause death by poison? Let's find out!"

"No!"

He's tackled just as he is tilting the test tubs back to spill into his mouth. He screams, attempting to call upon his Ghostly Wail but all he ends up doing is sounding like a squealing piglet as the man uses his own fur coat as a makeshift restrain jacket.

"Kid, just stick to your usual flavors!"

"No! I want to see sounds! I want to taste colors! I want to touch smells!" Danny screeched as he was dragged away from his lab. "Release me!"

"Why do I always get the craziest smart kids" Hoddies sighs before he is flung over a muscular shoulder and the stranger walks out of Danny's room as the boy continues to screech. "Look kid, obviously you're not safe here. I'm going to move you to one of my hideouts and I'll bring you a better lab. Just stop trying to poison yourself."

"Release me!"

"No."

The receptionist crosses herself as they pass her desk and Danny stops thrashing to offer her a bright close-lipped smile- because he was raised with manners to people who earn it- and then goes back to impersonating a landbound fish, making more screeches that leave even Danny's ears ringing.

"The sodas! The sodas yearn for my brilliance!"

"Sure kid."

Neither is around when Nightwing crashes through the boy's window but that receptionist is, and she puts in her two weeks the second she hears him arrive.

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 | mark grayson x gender neutral reader

love mail — 2 in a row... maybe it IS coming back to me.... a tad experimental — got a lot kissing / slightly suggestive so please bear w me ! i've never done this before, can you tell (;つД｀) NEW LAYOUT WHO THIS

maybe it was the booze,

maybe it was the shitty mission prior to tonight,

it could even be the fact mark forgot his powerbank at home— which meant his phone was dead,

but seeing a hand that isn't his on your waist was really starting to piss mark off.

college has been fun. mark's made a bunch of friends, he's at one of the biggest parties of the year, hell — he's got an amazing partner, but that amazing partner was currently having some random get all handsy after rejecting their advances all night. oh hell no.

he can hear your panicked heartbeat, the familiar rhythm is impossible to miss. so his body moves before his mind even gets a chance to think, not that it matters. it would probably come up with much worse things to do.

"babe," mark swoops in, appearing behind you out of nowhere. he finds immense joy in forcefully pushing off the dirty hand off of you, noticing how your heartbeat begins to relax at his presence. (feeds his still-kind-of-teenage boy ego but regardless..) "you got a minute?" his smile is sweet, but you can see the strain, the frustration in his eyes.

you don't even get to answer, just stutters of protest coming from the strange man and your boyfriend pulling you away — unknowingly fighting the urge to just throw you off his shoulder, but regardless.. he's getting out of there. and fast.

you find yourself watching mark fumble to open a spare room door, pushing you in a hurried but very gentle manner. you'd love to be able to get a word in but firm hands on your shoulders stop you, a vice like grip as mark stares straight at you. he's so distressed over this, but with very little self control, he can only muster up whispers;

"i'm really, really upset." he huffs, pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "and I really.. really want to kiss you." the scent of alcohol is a little overwhelming. after all, he's practically breathing in your face, but who are you to deny your loving boyfriend?

and so you nod, and mark's eyes light up — he's just happy to get what he wants. so with only a sharp breath to spare, he leans in to kiss you, while hands trail up to your hair and pull you almost impossibly closer. it's like he's trying to breathe you in, mumbling incoherent praise through short kisses.

"perfect," kiss. "so.." kiss. "damn.." kiss. "perfect."

your brain goes blank as his hand cups your cheek, tilting his head so perfectly you melt. "every single time—" he let's out a trembling exhale. "you do this to me every single time, do you even feel guilty?—" you're trying to figure out what he's talking about, but the way he effortlessly makes your brain malfunction is serving such a task to be difficult. "that you turn a hybrid alien into nothing but a— a man."

you mumble his name, "mark.." so sweetly he wants to faint, like his knees have suddenly gone weak and all of that posessive energy dies. andp granted, there's knocking on the door and mark's free hand was halfway up your shirt.

you decide to wrap it up quickly, but the viltrumite left a pretty mark on your neck for the night.

[tofupixel]

Where did you learn colour theory from? It is so difficult for me... Can you suggest any sources???

i didn't really, i think a lot of colour is intuitive / down to personal stye ! (keep in mind i have several years of experience / experimentation behind me)

heres a tutorial about hue shifting i remember from when i was really new to pixels

most recently i had a eureka moment from this video, then i did some studies of yuming li who imo is a master of colour temperature. her hues vary only slightly but the saturation makes her colours seem very varied. take a colour picker to some of her purple ones and see for yourself

ive also done a study or two of gijotto (i never post my studies of other artists work btw). i am really impressed by people who do what i cant do, which imo is really low contrast, and work with desaturation

and i really recommend just keep studying and keep experimenting !!! playing with stuff is so fun and freeing!

edit: i want to also say that 1-2 years into my pixelart career i also stopped using premade palettes. making your own colours is a skill in itself, and if you aren't training it you won't improve a whole lot!

[tarotlexa]

PICK A PILE READING EXPERIMENTAL- what your hair needs!

welcome back to another experimental pick a pile reading, since you liked the skin edition one (https://www.tumblr.com/tarotlexa/779131107438379008/pick-a-pile-reading-experimental-what-your-skin?source=share) i decided to make a hair one too. usual disclaimer: this is not medical advice, i am not a hair stylist or expert, just a creative tarot reader girl and this is just a collective reading for fun! take what resonates and leave what does not! much love to every single one of you <3

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pile 1: as you may already know, your hair and your diet are VERY connected. stress and diet changes are being felt rn by your strands. your hair is feeling neglected, weak and lacking nutrients, you might be going through breakage or shedding right now. please make sure that your diet is full of protein, healthy fats and vitamins! do not neglect your diet! what your hair needs right now: a multi step approach (think scalp serums, deep conditioning masks), also try a clarifying shampoo (six of swords) such as the neutrogena anti residue shampoo or OUAI detox shampoo to reset your scalp. incorporate some protective hair styles, heat styling and rough brushing needs to be avoided right now. and again, do not neglect your diet, drink water and switch to a silk pillowcase to avoid breakage! gentle and consistent scalp care please!

pile 2: your hair is fighting for its life right now, too much going on all at once. heat damage, over processing and stress but there's hope! you could be at the start of a potential hair growth or repair journey (or you might have been on one already for quite some time). the hermit suggests your hair needs a break from heat, chemicals or aggressive styling. i feel that some of you might have bleached their hair or perm styled it or something (sorry, not an expert). your hair right now needs consistency and a major chop. holding onto dead ends isn't helping, let them go. this is your rebirth era, transition to natural hair and protective hair style, consider also switching to a low maintenance scalp friendly haircare. go heat free for a month, focus on scalp health (try rosemary oil!!) and if you have extreme breakage invest in protein treatments.

pile 3: i feel like your hair is recovering after some tough setbacks (perhaps a haircut you might have regretted? or a dye job?). your hair might be holding onto buildup aka too much oil or heavy conditioners or dry shampoo. detox your scalp with a scrub! also scalp massages are a must (if you want to, you can include some hair growth serums or rosemary oil/water). please make sure to stop following generic haircare trends that might not be suited for your hair type (check for porosity). don't be afraid to throw away expired products or products that are simply not working for you please. switch it up!

thank you for reading! follow for healthy hair <3

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Kissing Yuuji Itadori

hear me out-

imagine how nice kissing yuuji is

like in the beginning, when you two just start dating, the kisses are so shy and clumsy. you guys would be at an arcade or something, just hanging out and having fun. you're playing together at one game and you don't realise how close you both are until you're already leaning in.

it's the first kiss, so it's fast and light- you're barely able to feel his lips as he pulls back with his face flushed and hot. it was experimental, you can tell by the way he's looking at you- asking for permission.

the way his honey-hued eyes move from your own to your lips, it's an unspoken question for more. yuuji's a consent king, so he won't lean in again, you need to make the move now.

when you do, it's deeper than the previous kiss. there's nothing sensual, no tongue, and there doesn't need to be. this kiss is full of young love, attempts at finding a flow that fits you both. yuuji's lips are soft against your own, moving slow and letting you take the lead. a rough hand finds it's way to the back of your neck, where he holds you just the slightest bit closer. it's not a strong grip, yuuji wasn't sure where to put his free hand- the other was placed on the joystick.

as you pull away, he moves his hand to your shoulder, where he starts rubbing slow circles. the two of you don't stray too far, keeping your foreheads pressed together.

it's sweet and soft and completely different from the kisses later on in the relationship.

the longer you're together, the bolder you both get. The kisses get longer, more intimate- yuuji gets more needy.

it's no surprise that as soon as yuuji gets more comfortable with affection and more aware of the boundaries you both set, he's a monster.

every time you're alone in class, training together, or even out on a mission- he's expecting smooches.

he'll look at you with sparkling, innocent eyes as he asks for a kiss. it's, honestly, very cute and you always give in.

until he gives you that look right after you both exercised a curse- and were drenched in it's slimey blood. that time you were cringing from the feeling, exhausted and ready to just get back to the dorms.

the ever-oblivious yuuji is making his way over to you, ready for a celebration kiss. it breaks your heart to watch him whine and beg for a kiss as you deny him, wanting to shower first.

he's bummed for the rest of the day, until you go to him later- after you both cleaned up- and give him a peck on the cheek.

it's all he needs to bounce back, yuuji's a little ball of sunshine again. he's hugging you tightly as he asks and begs for more kisses. each time you pull away he leans closer and gives you puppy dog eyes.

of course you give in, the image of his sad face when you rejected him earlier is still fresh and you want to make it up to him.

you both spend the night in his bed, hugging and binging some reality tv show you've been meaning to watch.

overall a 10/10 experience- would recommend it

[cerastes]

How thinly veiled are we talkin?

See, in Unicorn Overlord, there’s many characters you can spare or execute. UO attempts a moral quandary where you can put aside your moral apprehensions and spare absolutely awful people in order to recruit them, or just not kill them without them necessarily joining you.

“Attempts” is the key word here because while the gameplay is very fun, the writing of the game has all the charm of a stiff doorknob, it’s not a game I’d recommend if you want to get to know wonderful, innovative, and or charming characters per se.

Big preface coming:

A rare good example: There’s a pair of plague doctors who engaged in actual honest to god human experimentation of the cruelest most utilitarian kind, BUT it was ultimately, genuinely because that particular case was one where you really couldn’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs. If that plague they were attempting to placate spread, it really was going to be a continent-wide pandemic. One of them dies, the other one pleads you to let her finish the research, because it’s almost done and it’ll make all the sacrifices worth it. This is good because you can put the bag on it to punish an objectively cruel and cold doc but potentially fuck over a lot of people by effectively cutting out the potential cure, OR let her finish up and thus validating all the incredibly cruel experiments she carried through but potentially saving a lot more people.

Now, contrast this with this one regional lord who was severely rationing food, and who was very much a massive asshole, but the guy had a point: Famines happened in this particular region, he survived one such famine as a kid, seeing many people die. The way the good guy that puts you against him describes, he’s starving people, but literally every other villager tells you “yeah we don’t eat much but we still are pretty ok and we’ve never actually been hungry because our larders are always full”, and this guy, who was very much just an asshole but completely right and not at all unreasonable, you have no way to spare him whatsoever.

That’s fine and all, but then you have our Main Course here:

There’s a dude early on who’s gleefully killing people and looting villages who you can fight. Upon defeat, he spins you a sad story about his sick, sick sister who needs an expensive medicine, asks you to spare him. You can’t execute him, just incarcerate him, which is odd and unique to him. If you do, predictably, he escapes.

Soon after, a guy is assaulting a church, pilfering all he can with hostages, makes sure he’d enjoy putting some arrows in some foreheads. You fight, beat him, and we have a story about his friend’s sick sister, you see, and this is to help pay for her medicine. You CAN execute him.

MUCH later, in elfland, the first guy is straight up, again, gleefully killing elves and kidnapping a lot of elven villagers, selling them to slavery and worse, you fight him, he says his sister is just so so sick that he has no choice but to traffic elves. You can forgive him again or execute him. Except if you pick to not forgive him, the piece of shit Gryphon Rider that joins you this map stops you and tells him to go to her family, they’ll provide him with a full on cure free of charge for her :) yippie! Hell, if you forgave him twice, he joins you and this is framed as a really cool thing. Fuck those elves that got trafficked already, by the way. Literally no recourse, justice, or anything. Game almost guilts you for not forgiving the guy that happily murders and traffics civilians because he has a sick sister. Cool.

So at least that’s over with, except another entirely different guy who in the early game was hunting witches (who are good in this setting) for profit and glory, and who you beat, has escaped to a late game area, in the beast folk country, and has ingratiated himself with the local beast folk community, while in the darkness, he’s kidnapping and trafficking beast folk civilians. You beat him and then he gets a whole cutscene about how hard he’s been trying to reverse his fortunes — despite always showing to enjoy himself a LOT while enslaving and trafficking beast folks — and how that’s admirable and he’ll Never Give Up. You get no choice to execute him whatsoever, again, a rarity, and he becomes a defender of the beast folk, no repentance whatsoever. The beast folks who git trafficked, by the way? Fuck them lmao, because the guy Never Gives Up. Oops!

The way Unicorn Overlord handles the complete inability to punish slavemongers and traffickers of life in stark contrast with the fates of literally everyone else is incredibly jarring and weird, down to the way it’s always framed as “awww but it’s for an admirable reason though!” whereas far nobler enemies, some of which are literally just fighting to defend their people, get put in the woodchipper or have the choice to get put in the woodchipper completely unceremoniously, which is so so weird when only, specifically the people traffickers are unkillable and glorified.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Little things I don't know what to do with

1. Phantom: Just because you're my dad doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do!

Nightwing: *just now learning he has a clone son and is nearly hysterical* Actually, it does!

Killer croc: *still holding Phantom by the neck but is now awkward about it* Uh, is this a bad time?

2. Tim goes undercover as Alvin Draper in infiltrate this new and very successful gang thats popped up in Gotham only to start falling for the mysterious leader Danny Nightingale aka a mage going by the name Hex

3. Future 7ft tall Phantom bursts into present day Gotham City like a meteor. Curled into a ball, he desperately tries to keep his unconscious husband safe from the flames and impacts as they are thrown through several buildings before creating a crater in one of the local parks

By some miracle his hubby is safe and Danny passes out once he sees some of the local bats approaching via rooftops

4. Danny flirts with Spoiler by bringing her wierd stuff thats purple. What makes it interesting is that none of this stuff should be purple

5. Danny accidentally ends up in the DC universe via ghost zone portal after he gets injured by one of his parents failed experimental weapons and it destabilizes him. He fights Superman thinking he's possessed and hes actually creaming Superman pretty bad since Clark can't hit what isn't tangible but oh boy, it can hit him.

Anyway the other supers come out to save Superman and began ganging up on Phantom.

Danny, fully convinced they're all possessed, opens a portal and manages to get them all in using Looney Toons Trickery promising to come back and "free the hosts" once he gets a more stable portal. Danny can't go through it since he's so unstable and has to look for some way to fix himself before it becomes a (after)life-threatening issue.

Turns out Ectoplasm is somehow worse for a Kryptonian than Kryptonite and they have no powers what so ever within the Ghost Zone and everything aches.

Oh.

And they're basically living out every creepypasta/horror movie ever in this creepy hell dimension.

Fun times.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Can we get details of what’s in each of the report for OT8 Jail Series *insert eyebrow wiggle here* especially for Lee Know and Chan and Felix?

A fun addition to the fic Ot8 Free Use Jail Cell

full master list for additional installments

Yes we can! Here we go, a sneak peek at the Skz ot8's police reports after their encounter with y/n. This was such a fun little extra thing for the series. Enjoy.

OFFICER SEO CHANGBIN TASK: Arresting officer, assess the suspect’s attitude and willingness to comply. KINK: Sex in semi public space, pain kink, stretch kink, abuse of power. NOTES: The suspect initially resisted arrest. Force was required to detain her. However, once handcuffed she was extremely enthusiastic to obey. Her mouth was very skilled and cunt was cooperative, stretching nicely around my girth. She was a delight in the final interaction, her anus snug around my cock. It was a shame to see her be released.

OFFICER KIM SEUNGMIN TASK: Interrogation assisting Detective Minho KINK: BDSM, degradation, stretch kink, sex torture. NOTES: The suspect appeared insolent, requiring restraining her with a collar, ball gag and nipple clamps. Detective Minho and I agreed that she needed to receive a punishment for causing us to both have erections. She accepted the paddling, but she eventually had an orgasm without our permission. Detective Minho and I determined it necessary to fuck all her holes. During the gang bang, I did need to remind her that she is a bad girl, and not on holiday. I believe certain officer's gave her the "princess treatment". I request they be disciplined over this. And although no one believes me, I am certain she can take two cocks up her ass at once. All documentation and reports were provided to the suspect on release.

DETECTIVE LEE MINHO TASK: Interrogation, aftercare KINK: BDSM, degradation, stretch kink. NOTES: During the interrogation, the suspect experienced multiple orgasms. We were successful in inserting multiple sex toys, in which she responded positively. I provided after care and returned her to the holding cell. She appeared to be experiencing a bout of Stockholm Syndrome, requesting I stay and fuck her again. I did not decline (see contract re spontaneous requests). After the suspect’s interaction with Office Yang Jeongin, I took it upon myself to provide the suspect with care to ensure she was fit to continue with questioning. The suspect was cleaned thoroughly, and her clothing returned prior to release. I will be keeping an eye on her to ensure she is arrested and questioned for any criminal activity she becomes involved in.

OFFICER HWANG HYUNJIN TASK: Double penetration with Officer Han KINK: Somnophilia, double pen NOTES: The suspect was asleep upon Officer Han and I  entering her cell. She had been prepared for us by the previous officers with an anal plug inserted and was leaking semen. She responded to the stimulation provided by myself and Officer Han. Nipple play, oral sex was administered. She woke while Officer Han was providing vaginal penetration. The suspect was easily coerced into double penetration, climaxing multiple times. She was displeased when we removed our penises from her to restrain her to the ceiling chains, but settled once we were back inside her. The suspect is the most responsive we have encountered so far, and is definitely a favorite.

OFFICER HAN JISUNG TASK: Double penetration with Officer Hwang Hyunjin. KINK: Somnophilia, Double pen NOTES: How we ended up with the prettiest suspect in the world I will never know! Her pussy is the most perfect I have ever felt. So tight, warm and soaking wet. She was willing, open to experimentation (as seen in the gang bang), enthusiastic. Loves it rough and messy. Eager for more. So insatiable. I did need to use force by slapping her across the cheek. She’s so much like me, huh? Did I say she’s pretty? Her mouth accommodated my cock well, and I would very much like to have her cum (hehe) here again, preferably on my dick. She tastes like a dream too. Seungmin, Chan - please ask her to come back!!! I need to feel her warm, tight cunt again!!!

OFFICER YANG JEONGIN TASK: Showering the suspect, interrogation KINK: Fear play, knife play, blood kink, cnc, piss kink. NOTES: The suspect smelled like dried cum, so I took her to the shower to ensure she was cleaned. She was fearful of my interrogation tactics. When I produced the fake knife she was terrified, and when I pissed on her she appeared humiliated. Following this, I penetrated her with my baton. Her body responded favorably.  The color code Orange was used, and I ceased all activity immediately. After negotiating, the suspect requested I use my real knife for the remainder of our interaction. I left her on the floor of the shower, and sought Detective Minho immediately so he could administer aftercare. During the gang bang, the suspect was again aroused by knife play, particularly using it to provide clitoral stimulation, resulting in an orgasm and squirting.

OFFICER LEE FELIX TASK: Photographing injuries, assisting  in double vaginal penetration, providing refreshments. KINK: Spanking, double vaginal pen, praise. NOTES: The suspect was endearing, cooperative, and receptive. I noted that she enjoys pain, and is aroused by seeing images of herself with injuries. I was concerned that she would not be able to accommodate two penises, however with persuasion and a gentle approach, Chief Chan and I were able to penetrate her successfully. After some time, she required more forceful thrusting to satisfy her needs. I noticed exhibitionist tendencies from the suspect too, particularly when she masturbated in front of all officers, which resulted in her squirting. A lovely person whom I would love to meet again.

CHIEF BANG CHAN

TASK: Double vaginal penetration, spanking KINKS: as above FINAL ASSESSMENT

The suspect required several interrogation and questioning sessions whilst she was detained. My personal interaction with her was to provide spanking with a belt, and to penetrate both her mouth and vagina. She was compliant and cooperative, however required encouragement from time to time. Her vagina and mouth are robust, allowing the officers to take multiple turns of her body. She appeared to drift into a state of complete submission, drunk on cock and fucked dumb. Officer Han administered one slap to her face, as per procedure, so we could re-establish boundaries. Release documentation was provided.

CONCERNS: Detective Lee Minho.  

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Hope you found that to be fun :-)

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A Canary’s Final Flight

My piece for @trafficzine 4th edition! Get it for free here! 200 pages of excellent art and fics, incredible work from all participants and from the mods especially!! huge shoutout to the mods for real

Process notes under the cut! (I struggled a lot so it's a bit of a novel)

So the entire process was a Ride. I knew when I picked this prompt that I was going to have a hard time, because Jimmy’s final death had been illustrated a billion times over by extremely talented artists. But I had a Vision of the snapshot of the second before the impact, when everything is still but you know what’s about happen. It was very much inspired by the clip of Fog by Jabberwocky, bu the thing is, they have the advantage of all the build up of the fall, and that’s when the trouble started.

This was my first version, and obviously it wasn't working. And I was trying so hard, with so many iterations! Small wings, big wings, no wings, different poses, less backgrounds elements. I'd done compositions were everything seemed peaceful but something is Wrong, but it wasn't working this time.

So instead I focused on what rendering I'd like to do - I tried a painterly approach, for that visceral feeling, but it wasn't working either (but hey, I did keep the red sky, so, progress)

At this point I'd been doing back and forths for weeks and I was just as lost as at the start. Now that's my tip for people who make art of any kind, in situations like that, stop thinking about how you can make the best piece possible, and think about you can have fun with it (because when you aren't it's visible). And for that was, 1 - going back to using ink and pen nibs and doing way too detailed inking, and 2- looking at Dave McKean's covers for Sandman (which, funnily enough, was also a reference for my previous trafficzine piece)

And from there I was actually going somewhere! Between the jagged rocks, the red sky, and the increased verticality with the borders, I had hit the vibes I wanted.

I did some experimentation with the border, and even though I really liked the bad boys I drew they were taking too much away from the lonely desolation, so I actually used Red (Unecessary Redstone)'s idea of all of Jimmy's worldy's possessions scattered on the ground post impact, with the idea to make it looks like the central image is his grave being dug.

(and yes for a short amount of time the were supposed to be clock markings on the sun, but there was already enough going with the wings so I scrapped that) (also fun fact the reason why the wings aren't fully material but more ghostly is because my toddler cousin was watching me draw the very first draft and asked why he didn't just use his wings and i went :( so the wings are a metaphor now)

So from there I found a bunch of picture and took some myself, cut and assembled everything together, added shadows in all the appropriate places, and repainted some elements so that everything would look better intergrated (some of the wheats are basically 100% handpainted, the cardboard as well). This took a suprisingly long amount of time, but I was done!

Well I wasn't expecting to have that much to say, but I hope if you're still reading, it was at least interesting!

[meanbossart]

I do love how Astarion, lovingly, tells DU Drow to stfu about his breeding kink lol

Astarion, for the first time in two hundred years can have sex the way he likes. Do you have any headcanons about him and DU Drow discovering what he actually likes?

(I'm pretty positive this was in reference to this, (un)fortunately my inbox is a little hard to keep up with so I must have missed this one at the time)

Kind of! I try not to overthink his internal processing of sex following everything that has happened, as I feel like that runs the risk of setting too clear a line between good and bad recovery and experimentation - y'know, that concept I have delved into a few times by now about how I assume he continues to do things that make him uncomfortable/that he doesn't necessarily wants to do, not to self-harm but simply because he doesn't want to be held back by by his experiences and (mostly) has the ability to deal with the emotional consequences of it, as long as it was a choice he made of his own free will.

Which is to say that I think Astarion was willing to try a lot of things with his partner. Especially after "vanilla" sex became normalized between them past the end of the campaign (as they weren't really fucking during it at all) and things like putting small fantasies of his own the table started to feel like a strange, but tempting excursion. This is a trigger for the both of them to be much more blatant about their desires with each other, especially once DU drow gets over his perception of Astarion as some kind of wounded bird who needs to be handled with kid gloves.

While Astarion doesn't strike me as someone who'd ever get into wizard sex inflation or whatever gimp parties the Loviatar people are throwing, I do think he likes it when sex is injected with a degree of weirdness, even awkwardness. Keeps him from the temptation of defaulting back to a script like he used to do - even if whatever they got up to wasn't particularly titillating, at least he was present all throughout it, which would be a priority. I think it will take decades for Astarion to figure out what he's actually into into.

In the meantime, he is very fond of his partner's body, his general behavior in bed and of taking his time, also a bit of an oral fixation. Unless purposefully leaving his comfort zone, Astarion prioritizes his own fun and enjoyment because he knows DU drow gets off on being the source of it. This is a very body-worshippy couple overall, but Astarion is the main perpetrator since it is an invigorating experience to not be in the role of the Desired after having his identity revolve around that very concept for so long. Naturally, DU drow lets him do whatever the hell he wants to him and doesn't even demand that he finishes, or that it escalates to actual sex at all. It works out well for them.

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WOAH CAN I REQUEST LILIA X AN NPC THAT HE GROWS ATTRACTED TO (romantic) AND THOUGHT SOME USE OF MAGIC THEY GET TO HIS WORLD?! AND THEY GET TOGETHER? PLEASE

Lilia Vanrouge x NPC! Reader

thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3

Lilia Vanrouge is an old fae who has seen many things in his long life. He has fought in wars, ruled lands, and babysat a dragon prince. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the strange obsession that takes over him the moment he picks up a copy of the hottest new game in Twisted Wonderland: "Kingdoms & Chaos: Celestial Knight's Quest."

It starts innocently enough. A little late-night entertainment to pass the time while Silver is napping (read: fainted from exhaustion), Malleus is out being mysterious, and Sebek is… well, Sebek-ing somewhere.

But then you appear.

As the Commander of the Celestial Knights—an NPC of all things—you steal Lilia’s heart without even trying. Not only are you charming and competent, but you also manage to dish out some fantastic one-liners as you lead the virtual army across the battlefield with a grace that’s almost unmatched.

"Ah, what a lovely evening," Lilia hums, as the glow of his screen reflects off his ever-youthful face. “So peaceful, so quiet… Oh look, an army of marauding orcs attacking the village!” he says gleefully, mashing buttons with expert skill.

Then you arrive on the screen. Your character, standing tall, sword drawn, voice commanding: “We shall protect this land at all costs!”

Lilia gasps softly. He’s heard you say this line a dozen times, but for some reason, tonight it hits different. You’re so determined… so strong… and that armor—why, it looks splendid on you!

“How intriguing” he muses to himself with a teasing grin. “If only you were real, darling Commander. I’d have such fun seeing how well you could lead in the real world… Imagine, conquering lands by my side…”

Suddenly, an idea forms in Lilia’s mischievous brain.

Never one to back down from a challenge (even if it’s entirely self-imposed and objectively absurd), Lilia decides to play around with some light magical experimentation. After all, what could possibly go wrong with trying to summon a fictional character into reality?

"Just a harmless spell," Lilia assures himself as he draws up a complicated sigil on the floor of his room. He’s chanting in ancient fae tongue, eyes gleaming with excitement.

For a brief moment, nothing happens.

Lilia huffs. “How disappointing… Perhaps I’ve—"

POOF!

Before him stands… you. Armor and all.

You blink in confusion. One moment, you were standing on the battleground, barking orders at your troops in a rather intense cutscene. The next moment, you find yourself standing in what appears to be someone’s bedroom, staring at a very smug-looking man with fangs.

“Where am I? What is this place?!” You exclaim, grabbing for your sword instinctively.

Lilia claps his hands together, delight shining in his eyes. “Welcome to my world, darling! Oh, I knew that spell would work eventually. You’re even more dazzling in person!”

You gape at him. “What… how did I—what kind of magic is this?!”

“Oh, just a little something I whipped up,” he says nonchalantly. “It’s all very simple, really. Though, now that you’re here, I suppose I should give you a tour of the place! Maybe a drink? A lovely stroll under the moonlight?”

You eye him suspiciously. “You… summoned me? But I’m just a—”

“NPC?” Lilia interrupts with a smirk. “Not anymore! You’re free to do as you wish here. Consider yourself the main character now, hm?”

You lower your sword slightly, starting to process what just happened. This man is utterly insane…

And yet, there’s something oddly intriguing about his carefree attitude. And he’s undeniably… attractive?

Adjusting to life outside of a game isn’t easy. For one thing, you have to deal with all these strange, non-player characters called “people,” who seem to have minds of their own. You no longer have the comfort of pre-determined dialogue options either, which is quite jarring.

The most bizarre thing, though, is that Lilia keeps flirting with you.

At first, you try to ignore it, chalking it up to the fact that he’s just messing with you. But it’s hard to ignore when he leans in close to you with a teasing smile every time you so much as yawn.

“Tired, Commander?” Lilia whispers in your ear one evening, his breath tickling your skin. “You should rest… After all, we wouldn’t want you collapsing in battle.”

Your cheeks flush red as you stammer out a response. “I-I’m not tired! And there’s no battle! This isn’t the game!”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you’ve become. “But of course! How silly of me. Though, you should know… you’ve already won this battle.”

“What battle?!”

“The battle for my heart,” Lilia says smoothly, winking at you.

Your face burns hotter, and you try to hide behind a pillow. “What kind of nonsense are you even talking about?!”

Lilia just grins and pats your head fondly. “You’ll understand soon enough, my dear Commander.”

Days turn into weeks, and while you initially found Lilia’s antics annoying, you start to realize that he genuinely cares for you. He’s always looking out for you, guiding you through this strange new world with a patience you never expected from someone so chaotic.

One night, while you’re sitting outside under the stars, you find yourself staring at him longer than usual. He’s so carefree and confident, yet there’s a softness to him when he talks to you.

And that’s when it hits you.

*Oh no… I’m falling for him.*

Lilia notices your staring and smirks. “What’s this? Are you finally seeing my charm, darling Commander?”

You groan and cover your face. “Why must you always be so insufferably smug?”

“I can’t help it if I’m irresistible,” Lilia teases, leaning in closer. “Tell me, do I make your heart race?”

You try to deny it, but you know it’s true. Your heart is racing, and it’s all because of him.

Finally, after a long pause, you sigh in defeat. “Alright, fine… maybe you do make my heart race a little.”

Lilia’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a genuine smile crosses his lips. “Is that so? Well then, I suppose I should reward you for your honesty.”

Before you can respond, Lilia leans in and presses his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It’s nothing grand or dramatic—just simple and sincere.

When he pulls away, you’re left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Well,” you mumble, still dazed. “I suppose this means I’ve won.”

Lilia chuckles softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Perhaps… But you’re not the only one who’s victorious tonight, darling.”

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Now: why would libertarianism be a form of feudalism, of all things? Here I would like to offer an argument of my own, which I came up with reading Jan Narveson’s The Libertarian Idea, a couple years back, which dovetails with Freeman’s argument. He discusses Narveson quite a bit along the way and has thereby gotten me off my butt, to write out these old thoughts. (Pardon me if someone else has already made this argument, or nearly. It seems like the sort of thing that someone has probably already tried on for size. I am not a literature hound on this stuff.) Libertarians – propertarians, anyway – rather notoriously maintain that you really ought to be able to sell yourself into slavery, if you want to. After all, you’re your property. You should be able to dispose of yourself as you see fit. (Some libertarians don’t go so far but many do. Nozick, for example. I think it’s pretty hard to resist this conclusion, in princpled fashion, once you’ve bought the strong self-ownership principle.) Now: suppose we drop, experimentally, just the libertarian ‘self-ownership’ assumption, while keeping the ownership model. Imagine a society in which everyone belongs to their parents, at birth. (Or, if their parents belong to someone, to their parents’ owners.) The libertarian logic of this is clear enough, I trust. (I don’t say all libertarians should be bound by logic to embrace this vision of utopia on the spot, but they ought to recognize libertarianism, minus assumed self-ownership, as a form of the philosophy they advocate, albeit an extreme form.) You didn’t make yourself. You are not the sweat of your brow. Someone else made you. And people are the sort of things that can be owned. So you are a made-by-someone-else thing. And made to be owned. Why shouldn’t you be born owned by whoever went to the trouble (two someones?) It would be kind of fun to sketch a hyper-propertarian society, organized along these lines. It’s not obvious how such a society would work. Obviously it could work (or fail to) in a lot of different ways. It wouldn’t have to turn out radically differently than what we’ve got now. Most parents love their children, so they would free them – officially at birth, or when they turned 18 or whatever. But it could turn out quite differently, if different social patterns developed. You could have your free children and also your slave children, and you might regard them very differently. This utopia doesn’t seem likely to shape up as a more free society than the one we’ve got, by any ordinary stretch of our ordinary notions of freedom. It wouldn’t be terribly surprising if it turned out radically … feudal. Libertarianism, in this extreme form, could turn out to be the road to serfdom. But beyond that, it would be quite feudal in the sense that Freeman actually has in mind, which is not the serf-sense. He means that political power is privately held. And a bit more. I’ll just quote Freeman:

Under feudalism, the elements of political authority are powers that are held personally by individuals, not by enduring political institutions. These powers are held as a matter of private contractual right. Individuals gradually acquire the power to make, apply, and enforce rules by forging a series of private contracts with particular individuals or families. Oaths of fealty or service are sworn in exchange for similar or compensating benefits. Those who exercise political power wield it on behalf of others pursuant to their private contractual relation and only so long as their contract is in force. Since different services are provided to people, there is no notion of a uniform public law that is to be impartially applied to all individuals. (148)

In other words:

Libertarianism resembles feudalism in that it establishes political power in a web of bilateral individual contracts. Consequently, it has no conception of legitimate public political authority nor any place for political society, a “body politic” that political authority represents in a fiduciary capacity. (149)