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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

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navarresimp · 2 months

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ALL NUMBERS FOR GASTON

You do not know what you have brought upon this cursed website

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Genuinely always enjoyed extremely over the top dramatic flamboyant arrogant bastards who get redeemed as a character. I also love that never in the game he is an actual antagonist, he just makes himself very hard to get along with in the first half of the game and makes every fight as a partner extremely frustrating just because you killed a snake before he could once. 10/10 petty behaviour. You actually feel for him when he no longer is crusader captain because you know he's a sucker for attention and cares a lot about how others perceive him. Also spears are genuinely underrated weapons to give to a character. He's the definition of Christian boy guilt. 5 stars most arrogant man in Mikado (alive) would buy again

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Him canonically striking a pose when winning against Merkabah is by far the funniest fucking thing. He would absolutely do that again. I like to think he does that after every battle. He probably does it in front of a mirror sometimes.

Also him being a picky eater evident by his hunter association dialogue. Yes autistic king I get it.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Ik it's not really canon(thank god) as it is like a hallucination by nanashi but like the downright pedo dialogue at the start of the Beach DLC (Ew Ew Ew banana peel banana peel tomato tomato crucify the french boy)

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Faith the unholy Trilogy: make this man experience the religious horrors and see how long he'd survive

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Titanic by Falco (it's about fully giving into decadence and being brave enough to take the fall)

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Massive ego and flamboyancy

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

The insanely scrumptious fanart that people post every now and them. Also everyone unanimously agreeing that he is the worst battle partner and is only good when auto grinding.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

The fandom consists of like 3 people and a bunch of dead shitpost accounts brother there is nothing to criticise when there is nothing to begin with

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

No, I genuinely think he would get very pissed by the way I organise and sometimes forget to pay rent (judging how decked out his family is he would probably be a landlord sympathiser).

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

We are already besties

11. Would you date this character?

HELL NAH

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Most homosexual homo to have ever sexualed but is extremely repressed. Has memorized most of the bible and will drop psalms occasionally (even after killing God it's just that ingrained) Autistic, his first special interest was the bible, but autism wasn't yet invented in 1432 Mikado so everyone thought he was a child blessed by God. Knows how to ride horses, was taught by his father and knows how to cook, taught by his grandmother. After the peace route he discovered a cooking show DVD and rewatches it constantly. Is iron deficient, passed out often during puberty. Has NPD. If he lived in the real world he would be very rude to customer service staff but leave a 100€ tip.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Fork emoji

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Light academia: white and brown hell yeah

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Literally any ship that ships him with an under age character or him and his brother (I can't believe I have to say this)

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

Forget the insanity of angels and the weird time bending shit that went on in Mikado for a minute and Gaston x Jonathan would actually become an interesting narrative of two gay guys who had their gayness repressed by a super religious kingdom and the inherently classist feudal system whose heteronormative structure demands heterosexuality to uphold the godchosen oppressor class and the tragedy of one becoming the very essence of the force that oppresses(angel) and the other bing forced to kill his lover to achieve freedom. Doomed yaoi if you will

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

If the writers knew how to cook they would've utilized the clear parallels they established between Toki and Gaston. Their friendship could've genuinely went hard. It does go hard but only in my head unfortunately.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Bestie behaviour

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

His extravagant speech, that is on the other hand very weird to Google how do you write the past tense of dilly dally

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

There are like 2 fics I love them all

23. Favorite picture of this character?

These two I made I can't decide

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Apollo Justice Lawyersona Shin Megamitourney Acesei

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Genuinely don't remember anything that happened between 2013 and 2018 including my first play through. All I know now is that he is literally me.

#smt iv #smt iv apocalypse #gaston smt #smt gaston #you dont know how happy this makes me

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cboffshore · 6 months

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Hi there - I'm Lila!

I've been here for a while, but I'm just now realizing I never did a pinned post with All Of The Essential Info. So, before I go do something else and forget, here's the (pretty long) 411!

You can call me by the pseudonym Lila (or, to be extra fancy, the full pseuds: Lila Almondpetal) wherever you bump into me online. In terms of finding me, my @ is @cboffshore for here, Twitter, and Discord. I'm also on AO3 under OffshoreWriter. (If you're wondering what the "cb" in there stands for: those letters were on clearance at the Username Parts Store and I blew the rest of the budget on "offshore," so they don't really mean anything, but it's a nice rhythm overall!)

You'll learn pretty quick that my primary fandom is Ninjago. However, I've also got other media interests that you'll see me dabble in: Bionicle, bands like My Chemical Romance, IDKHOW, and Fall Out Boy, Pixie Hollow/Disney Fairies (yes to the fairies bit but no to the Disney), The Umbrella Academy, and probably some others I'm forgetting. Besides the Skybound Analysis PhD (more on that in a bit), my only real fandom claim to fame is apparently inventing the Ninjago Couture genre; check out the tag #ninjago couture on my blog for examples of that. I also dabble in grade-A shitposting, although that's more of a Twitter thing. The tag #analysis freak Lila back on her bullshit is a good one if you enjoy it when people read too far into things.

Back to the Skybound Analysis PhD thing: that's definitely a thing I put in all my bios! Whether or not it's from a credentialed institution is up to you, but it means that if you like funky, canon-based takes on Skybound, you're in the right place! I do a lot of stuff related to Skybound, but here are some guided recs of my favorite projects:

If you like high fashion and symbolism, try this half-art, half-essay series analyzing Nadakhan's psychological state and desires through couture remixes of seasonal outfits.

If you like extended metaphors and bittersweet criticisms of massively popular works, you'll like this academic-turned-artistic two-part essay about how I feel about the concerning trend of gratuitous SA in the Skybound fic scene. Please be forewarned that this is a vent essay, not an attack; I've had people miss the disclaimers before and it's never fun. If for any reason you'd like to cite it or build on my ideas, let me know in advance - mostly so I'm not blindsided, but also because I want to see what you come up with!

If you think Nya should have been allowed to beat up Nadakhan at least once, you'll love my ongoing AO3 series On Sea, Sunlight, and Sky, which concerns Nya's experience during the second half of Skybound. The beating up here is more emotional than physical, but whatever brings him down a notch is good enough for her. As of late 2023, this gets a shiny new installment every December; this year's, "If I Can Think (Of Something Clever)," is complete, clocking in at over 30k!

#lila speaks #pinned post

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matzahstein · 6 months

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joan taglist (at request)

#joanpost: this is it. this is most of me. text posts and edits and other thisses and thats. every night the pile grows. tread through at your own caution

#music: some homemade vibes for you

#poetry: some homemade vibes for you that usually come at 3-4 in the morning. very subtle mentions of things like abuse & suicide here and there

#kins: growing art stash of specifically jegbert and jade harley. when i was younger i had a lot more to say on what kinning them means but just know now that they're the characters of all time for me. non ship prospit siblings for life. (this tag is for when my serotonin is low)

#kin: growing art stash of specifically mari from omori or magic betty grof. these are characters i heavily relate to for definitely good reasons trust me!! (this tag is for when my dopamine is low)

#otp: growing stash of pale meowrail art. horsecat good soft yes (this tag is for when my oxytocin is low) #ask (always forget to tag asks so it's missing a bunch) and #poll

#shitpost or #homestuck: idk whats up with these. they can both fall under joanpost. my relationship with tags is strained

thanks for tolerating my taglessness otherwise. cheers

#taglist

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r7iverett · 7 months

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New Intro Post!!

Hello! Local multifandom individual here, aka Mist. I’m just here to be here! This post has a whole bunch of stuff, including my interests, a DNI list, important information and more!

But first, some askable ocs and other blogs I own! (If you wanna ask an oc, please specify who it’s for! It’d be appreciated.)

* Fay — Open * Cayleb — Open * Chip — Open * Devin — Open * Hex / Hexa — Open

(Some info about the ocs can be found here!)

Next, blogs I own!

@pixilatedbitmap (yes I know pixelated is spelled wrong I don’t know how to change it), an ask and rp blog for a JSAB oc!

@sillydigitalpeople, an ask blog for two TADC ocs!

But, anyways, all of the info you need is under the cut! (it’s a bit long, sorry)

Alright, so, hi! The name’s Mist, as shown above. I love plenty of stuff, and some of this stuff is…:

* Object Shows (I’ve been in the fandom for 2 or 3 years now!) * Just Shapes and Beats [JSAB / JS&B] * The Pink Corruption [TPC] * Pikuniku * Bugbo * TADC [The Amazing Digital Circus] * PA [Project Arrhythmia] (Newest interest!)

[This is going to be updated at some point!]

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DNI List

Okay, so, there’s quite a few things that are in my DNI list. These things are:

* Anyone who falls under basic DNI criteria (Homophobic, transphobic, ableist, xenophobic, etc) * TERFs (Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist) * Support problematic creators * Anyone over the age of 18 * NSFW (In terms of sexual content) blogs * Enforce your religion strongly onto others / believe it’s the only correct religion and shame anyone who believes anything else

[This will, most likely, also be updated at some point.]

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Important Info

I personally think people should know certain things that I do online before interacting with me. Some of this important info is:

* I’m a minor! I have school, although I may check this before I go to class or recess. * I use tone tags, so if you’re confused with tone, ask! I’ll add tone tags / confirm what tone I’m using if you need it. * I love to use text emoticons!

(Ex - :3, :P, :], :D, etc [By the way, this is on another line because for some reason the colon part (: <- that) bolds and I can’t change it for some reason.])

* I may hyperfixate on things, but not all of my interests may appear often on my account. * I’m very irritable / get angry easily. * I curse sometimes! * It’s common to see my profile picture and theme change; don’t be too surprised! I do it a little often. * I’m 80% sure I have ADHD, but I have not been diagnosed, so I cannot be sure. * Possible Quintagon synpath! * I do have another account, it’s just inactive! The “at” (@) is @m1st-ig.

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Tags

* Mist’s Art [Art posts] * Mist’s Ask Responses [Responses to asks] * Mist’s Shenanigans [For when I post stupid shit / shitposts]

(I’ll most likely add more tags onto this as time goes by, these two are simply the only ones I have right now.)

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Extra Information

As the subheading states, this is for extra information. It’s scattered and random, but it’s here!

* I listen to some weird music. I have an odd music taste * I play roblox! My username is “TheGreenMist2021”, my display may change though. * If you follow me and I haven’t interacted with you, there’s a 98% chance that I will check out your account (and I may reblog / like some stuff)! * I think I have too many ocs…… (/sarc, I definitely have too many. I don’t know what to do with them)

#Intro post #introductory post #introduction

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mariacallous · 1 year

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I don't know if I agree with everything in this article, but it definitely is making me think:

Of All the threats posed by Twitter since it fell under sketchy new management in October, one of them doubles as a promise. Twitter will devolve into pornography.

Porn’s not my cup of tea, but you have to admire its ferocity and cunning. It’s a mega-genre, something the poet-philosopher Timothy Morton might call a hyperobject, ungraspable in its ubiquity and scale. In effect, porn online behaves like a predator plant, saturating the pixels with flesh colors, choking off biodiverse memes, and sowing vast digital acreage with salt.

Tumblr, which started as an artsy microblogging service in 2007, lost its allure when it was overrun by porn five years later. Chatroulette, which was founded in 2009 as a whimsical way to meet strangers, traded its lightheartedness for dick pics and leering goons almost immediately. OnlyFans, which began in 2016 as a platform for performers to post videos, now consists mostly of porn created by sex workers.

But most companies aim to marginalize porn. While OnlyFans has surrendered, Chatroulette and Tumblr appear to take a firmer stand than ever against it. Facebook and YouTube conscript armies of algorithms and humans to banish porn in deference to advertisers who don’t want brands debased by unwholesome adjacencies. Alone among the big social media services, Twitter allows users to post what it calls “intimate media.” But the platform also permanently suspends users who post upskirts, creepshots, revenge porn, nonconsensual erotica, images shot with hidden cameras, or media accompanied by incitements to violence. Pornographic images, which make up about 13 percent of all tweets, cannot yet be directly sold.

Porn in its place may be bankable, in other words, but too much of it in a venue styled as PG can scare off much bigger revenue streams.

Or so popular wisdom has it. Twitter’s new management, as usual, dissents. The volatile Chief Twit, Elon Musk, has torn down guardrails, eliminated moderators, and alienated advertisers all on his own with tiresome shitposting and hospitality to hate speech. Musk, whose personal fortune fell by $100 billion in 2022, pretends to insouciance about money in a way that’s unconvincing and hard to watch. When General Mills, General Motors, Pfizer, Ford, and Mondeléz International (the august maker of Oreos) stopped advertising on Twitter last fall, Musk lashed out at corporate America for its failure to respect the wishes of the founding fathers, who presciently mandated advertising on Twitter in 1789. Unchastened, half of the platform’s top 100 advertisers were gone in Musk’s first month.

Without moderators or advertisers, swaths of Twitter are now mangy empty lots crawling with vandals, lechers, con men, and swastikas. The time is perhaps right for porn, then. Porn abhors a vacuum. Especially where it can be ennobled as constitutional duty.

How in the world is this good news? I’ll tell you why it’s good news to me. Not only will it make Twitter2 easily quittable, but it’s pleasing to see things become what they deep down are. Twitter has slouched toward porn for years. “Slipping into DMs” is only one salacious meme in what long ago became an orgy of hyperstimulation, with people baring their souls, posting thirst traps, coyly subtweeting, and of course negging and prodding and simultaneously secreting dopamine and cortisol and God knows what other precious bodily fluids.

“I am mad for it to be in contact with me,” Walt Whitman wrote, of what he called “life’s atmosphere.” No doubt he also meant contact with the bodies of the many people he cruised and desired. Likewise, Twitter seems to offer contact with everyone, and the interface exists to make users mad for contact as it conjures life’s atmosphere of abrasiveness streaked with sweetness. The real Twitter was the friends we made along the way, as someone has surely tweeted.

That’s gone now. When the chief rolls in with tryhard trolling that misses the mark of humor, squealing in annoying feedback loops from his Wall of Sound, the warm chatter among the regulars goes silent. A pall falls. When Musk tweeted some horror fiction alleging that the spouse of a prominent elected official might have been perversely complicit in cracking his own skull with a hammer, something at the heart of Twitter seemed to die. Later, when he bellowed that Twitter in 2020 had abridged the constitutional right of trolls to post a Hunter Biden dick pic, another influx of refugees poured into Mastodon, which presents itself as a more normal haven for people fleeing Twitter.

“The Internet Is for Porn” was the catchiest song from Avenue Q, which debuted 20 years ago. That was before broadband, before social media, before the hijack of information space by influence operations and strongman solo acts like GOP trinity Kanye, Elon, and Trump. It was axiomatic back then. Porn was the internet’s reason for being, its prime directive. And it would have stayed that way had web information not been domesticated by corporations that wanted to hack our worldviews and pick our pockets for data, attention, and mobile payments.

But through all this, Twitter has retained the spirit of porn. Like porn, Twitter is not a family affair; for many, it’s also a shameful habit that they’re forever trying to quit. Since 2007, I’ve turned to Twitter to—the only word I can think of is learn. But I know its traps well. Users of Twitter, like consumers of porn, find themselves amused and stimulated, and then scroll compulsively, chasing the dragon of human connection, only to find themselves scrolling through doom, and finally scrolling for doom.

Information may or may not want to be free, but it often wants to be porn. What Musk has considered doing, according to various reports, is introduce paywalled video that would allow performers to get paid while Twitter takes a cut. Sound at all familiar? It’s the OnlyFans model, complete with a rip-off of the OnlyFans interface. The performers it’s tailor-made for are not, as it happens, cellists or mimes. They’re sex workers. And for discerning high rollers who prefer the backroom to the club, Musk has floated the idea of offering paid DMs—to be slipped into as usual, but for a fee. The online-porn business demands extreme discipline to keep it from turning criminal and leaves room for little else, but edgelord Musk is likely to fare better in the demimonde than he is on the main stage.

At the very end of 2022, NSFW content was the fastest-growing sector of English-language Twitter. It’s the way of the world, especially without diligent moderation. At the same time, the new louche Twitter comes with a harum-scarum idea of “free speech” as singularly applicable to obscene provocateurs like Jordan Peterson and Marjorie Taylor Greene, formerly banned figures who were warmly welcomed back to the site in November. “This is a battle for the future of civilization,” the Chief Twit tweeted. “If free speech is lost even in America, tyranny is all that lies ahead.”

If Twitter is going to prey on users with hyper-arousing material and the illusion of intimacy, why not go all the way? Twitter should admit what it’s up to, tell risk-averse advertisers to go blow if they’re prudes, and turn full red-light district. It might scare away the squares, but Twitter can charge a mint for spank-bank material, and a premium for the kind that somehow prevents tyranny.

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akoiromanticstudent · 10 months

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#68 for the writer’s prompt?

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

[I'm exclusively a smut writer for Sigma x Reader, because I'm almost exclusively a smut reader of various ships/characters/fandoms of many years, an absolute degenerate - that being said...]

I have terrible creativity actually. I don't usually come up with original ideas, I'm often entirely riding off of others' ideas. But it seems to... it seems to depend on the version of Sigma that I'm writing.

There's a lot here, and smut-related elements are mentioned below the cut.

Professor Siebren de Kuiper - Most of my inspiration comes from The Historian, aka my music history professor, who is my favorite prof with whom I have the most close-to-flirtatious history, as their similarities is what drew me to Sigma in the first place. So... yeah, there is a good chunk of the way I write Professor Sigma that is literally just a proxy for the fantasies I've had about The Historian or other hot professors I've had - Suit and Tie having the most specific inspiration. I also have an amazing Professor Siebren/Professor Reader draft lurking that literally came from a shitpost-type comment that I cannot wait to write, because the premise is hilarious and the manifestation is hot as hell.

Cartographer Siebren de Kuiper - ENTIRELY based off of @pearsaregrossfightme and @mulberrycafe's Borrower!Reader AU and not at all original, I'm just. Horny I guess. 😂 IDK I think the general concept/appeal of GIANT HANDS is, in terms of flexibility and overstimulation potential, just insanely similar to tentacles, so, uh, some of that inspired actually?

Maestro Siebren de Kuiper - This version of Sigma and the planned events of gavotte capriccio is heavily inspired by The Historian, but he's going to be also influenced by The Conductor, The Russian, and The Madman. Well, up until the actual spicy stuff, that's definitely fictional, but again, onto pre-existing fantasies. This is my favorite Sigma, of course, and apparently so strongly my favorite that I'll go beyond smut and was struck with enough inspiration to actually develop a ROMANCE. Twice. The other is another draft in progress, inspired by the art in my PFP that I commissioned from @melonkind, as in, I commissioned it, they created it, and after I stared and screamed at it for a really long time, I was eventually struck with a very cute "we could fall in love like this" plot.

(I may also write a third, different version of Maestro Siebren, a much more Dom-coded version that I'm extremely down bad for and is hugely inspired by conversations with @consceleratuswrites and @pinkypromiseow2 mostly. Conversations with @pearsaregrossfightme also have given me inspirations, but entirely unintentionally. 🤭)

Emperor Sigma - The only version of Emperor Sigma I can feasibly survive writing is going to be this gigantic [relatively] work called The Emperor's Favorite Toy which started as a fanfic for @consceleratuswrites's The Empress, and has become an Actual Coherent Prequel, much to my surprise and despite my vehement avoidance of plot. And is still in drafts, because the smut is. Uh. A lot. For the first chapter. It makes me dizzy to look at. Anyway this personality is entirely under Conc's direction, and she has repeatedly had to tell me to make him meaner, which I'm still learning to do. :P

Ironically, ultimately, I've feared writing "canon" Sigma the most because the lore is so... incomplete. It's so annoying to try to tread on it personally. I have some drafts for Canon Sigma that have gotten stuck purely because I can't reconcile Talon giving him that much freedom, etc etc... it's tricky. 🥴

OOPS anyway i should go to sleep

#siebren de kuiper x reader #quietinteger writing #askbox #arstudent answers #about arstudent #sigma x reader

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classic-caldwell-moment · 1 year

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@dicktat I'm back at it again, my good buddy friend buddy chum friend pal!

Title: "News Report: Femboy Hooters Demon Strikes Again!".

Category: Shitpost. LMAO.

Warnings: Body horror, violence.

Summary: Aiden thinks he needs to change professions, and Lawan is close behind him.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm sick of your terrible driving!" Lawan gasped as Aiden went swerved down another road, slamming her head into the passenger door window, "You don't drive any better!" he responded confidently, coming to an abrupt stop at the red light and almost tossing holy water across the dashboard, "Ah yeah! Go ahead, waste all that." his companion snickered, earning a rough elbow to the ribs and a soft chuckle in return as the car revved back up and drove fast down the road, "Are we any closer to the location anyway?", Lawan shrugged loosely and checked her phone for the location once again, "Next roa- AUGHD- AIDEN CALDWELL! WATCH IT!" she broke into a yell as she bounced around in her seat, glaring daggers at the priest beside her as he almost crashed into a lamppost.

Aiden hummed and stopped the car with a groan, "I think we both know who it is in there-" he stopped mid sentance when he saw Lawan's exhausted face, she looked irritated and just entirley done with life, black blouse messy and hair even worse, definitely not helped by his uneducated driving skills, "Yup." she muttered, popping open the van door and stepping out with a click of her heels, Aiden was fast after her, almost falling onto the pavement as he got the back doors to the van open to retrieve all they'd need, they were honestly lucky the Demon that had been targeting them was so...Relaxed, all they needed as a bit of holy water, which Aiden almost spilled, a cross or two and the bible; the creature of the damned always gave up after some give and take, and they could always leave swiftly after the exorcism was performed.

Lawan took the bible from Aiden's hands with a sigh, gripping the leather bound pages tightly, "One of these days I'm going to shove this holy book so far up the monsters ass." she seethed, face feeling warm and red, Aiden snorted and adjusted his collar, coat and shoulder bag, "Please. Of all the things, our lords word is what you choose?" he side eyed her with a grin, "Let's get going.", the two religious individuals approached the bar, the last few locations this monster had targeted all had a running theme and this was no different, he seemed to enjoy roleplaying, using the servers and waitresses of food and drink establishments like dolls in a dollhouse, it would be amusing if it didn't involve the contortion and possession of those who worked there, Aiden flinched slightly as the lights flickered ominously; "Our mighty lord give me strength." Lawan murmured as the two kicked the door open with a bang, Aiden's coat flying out around him like he got struck by an incredible wind force but, the two of them knew it was due to the effort it took to kick the door in, they'd never admit it though.

"DEMON! SHOW YOURSELF!" Aiden hollered into the warmly lit bar, the lights trembling and dimming slightly, "REVEAL YOURSELF TO THE CHILDREN OF GOD!" Lawan backed him up, flicking open the bible with a dramatic page turning sound, the building shook and a green glow filled the room for the briefest of moments, before the oh so familiar figure of a bartender rose from under the bar, eyes glowing jade and smile unnatural, yup...It's him, "Hello! What may we serve you tonight?" the bartender called fondly, gesturing broadly to the two fancily dressed folk, Aiden sighed and popped off the cork on the holy water vial, "House special, perhaps?" the bartenders smile grew wider, eyes squinting playfully, "We have no time to play games with you, creature of fire." Aiden responded calmly, shrugging and tossing the cork aside, Lawan grinned back at the bartender and tilted her head teasingly; though her smile faltered when she saw the bartenders gaze glint ever so slightly.

"Aiden-" she whispered, the priest glanced at her with a raised brow, "What's wrong?" he asked quietly, "AIDEN-", the man watched in shock as his companion suddenly slumped to the ground with a crackling noise, the bartender long since discarded as the demons current host, Aiden tumbled backwards and squeezed the holy water tightly, "Oh! Oh, this is different!" Lawan's piloted body laughed softly as it rose from the floor, eyes bright green and hair dangling over its forehead, "I never thought of doing this before!", Aiden cringed and leaned away as it stepped forward, smile wide and eyes full of fondness, "Let her go-" he responded firmly, those green eyes narrowed and it recoiled with a laugh, "You make me laugh, Kid! C'mon, now I have a new body to play with, you can continue to humour me!" it wheezed, diving out of the way when Aiden tossed the holy water vial at it, "Let her go, Demon!" Aiden reaffirmed, trailing behind the Lawan puppet, which giggled playfully and slipped behind a wall fixture.

Aiden peered around the fixture but it was gone, his entire body jumping when a hand traced his shoulder with a hum, "Boo.", he screamed and swung his elbow back wildly, bag slipping from his shoulders and thumping to the floor as he raced around the wall fixture, a laugh echoed out around him, almost tripping over a chair, and then actually tripping over a waitresses unused body, "OW. OW. FUCK." he muttered, rising to his feet with a heavy sigh and narrowly avoiding the Lawan puppets mock attacks, "Oh, father!" it chuckled, leaning over a table and doing finger guns in Aiden's direction, "DON'T CALL ME THAT, I'LL THROW UP, I SWEAR!" Aiden hollered, narrowly missing the bible as he dove past where Lawan had fell to the floor, stumbling back to pick it up and tossing it into his pocket, "Father-", Aiden gagged and a booming laugh filled his ears; "WAIT- YOU WOULD?! REALLY?!" it giggled, chasing behind him as Aiden slid over the bar and ran into the alcohol storage room.

"I WOULD!" he shouted behind his shoulder, almost knocking over a good bottle of whiskey, he eyed it curiously before picking it up and racing through the room again, "Stealing?! Wow, for a man of god, you really like to break his rules!" the Lawan puppet laughed, leaning over a rack of wine by the door Aiden had entered from, "GET BENT, HAKON!" Aiden laughed back, glancing at the whiskey and sighing, tossing it in the Lawan puppets direction, its eyes widened and it ducked out of sight as the bottle collided with the wall with a saddening crack, "Man..." Aiden mumbled, sprinting out of the second door and into the rather small kitchen, made for serving curly fries and over priced burritos, colliding hard with Lawan and yelling in suprise, racing backwards and almost tripping over his own feet, "NOPE! NOPE! I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! NNNNOPE!" he yelled to himself, tossing himself through the first door and hurling over the bar; he was looking for his bag, where did he lose it again?

The bartender rose from behind the bar with a sickening meaty noise, meaning the demon, Hakon, had abandoned Lawan as a host, "Whatcha looking for, Father?" he cooed, Aiden wretched and the monster wheezed out a bark of a laugh, trailing after him as Aiden searched for his bag, "Where is it?! Fuckin' hell!" he mumbled to himself, peering around the wall fixture and finally setting his gaze upon it, only to hear the bartenders body drop to the floor behind him, Aiden bit his lip and began to approach his bag, so close, and suddenly it was ripped from view, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" was all Aiden could manage in response, spinning around to see the god damn meat suit Lawan had been reduced to twirling his bag on its finger, "Nice purse, babe." it giggled, Aiden's face went blank, "It's a shoulder bag." he mumbled, cheeks growing red, "Purse." it responded nonchalantly, jingling the bag playfully, green eyes growing wide and excited as it unclipped the opening, "Shoulder bag.", "Purse.", Aiden watched as the bag swung open and a bottle of holy water tumbled out, crashing onto the hardwood floors, a table and all across Lawan's pant leg, his blue eyes grew with excitement and he dove for his bag, snatching it out of Lawan's hands.

The building shook with a pained yell, Lawan's body dropping to the floor once again soon after, "WHAT THE HELL, KID?!" the demon shouted from within the walls, Aiden shrugged and carefully heaved Lawan up by the back of her blouse, his forehead damp with the sweat from running in fucking circles as this demon trailed him, "Thought you'd learn the game by now, 'Kon, always ends with holy water one way or another." he panted with a groan, Lawan was a dead weight as she leaned against him, "I thought it would be different this time!" the voice whined, the sound of clanging from the alcohol storage room signaling Hakon was throwing a major tantrum, "Sucks to suck." Aiden wheezed, wiping sweat from the back of his neck, "Now, I suppose we'll...Fucking meet you outside, Demon. But, I won't stop Lawan from trying to murder you this time." he continued quietly, squeezing his companion close.

He was done with this profession.

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Diavolo Death #9064901731239047: Diavolo Wakes Up As Polpo’s Special Order Pizza (Vore Shitpost)

Hey everyone so you know how I said I was only going to post on the other blog today? Well, I changed my mind and now there's a post on both of them. Here's the link to the other story if you are an adult who follows me and wanna check it out:

Now...about this story.

While yes, I understand that just because Diavolo died infinitely doesn't necessarily mean he died in every single conceivable way ever......at the same time, there's no way to prove that this particular scenario DIDN'T actually happen, so...

CW: THE PRED TAKES A BITE, GOOEY DIGESTION

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Diavolo became suddenly zapped into a superficial awareness of his existence as he took in a sharp breath, as had become the consistent and definite indication to the poor man that he had once again respawned. As his eyes remained closed for the moment being in this death, the former mob boss was yet to take in any information about his surroundings. Yet, he had, by this time, been through enough deaths to know that it generally was better to be able to see the mechanism of his inevitable doom before it actually happened, and as a result, soon flickered open his eyes.

Having been no stranger to strange, or dare I say it, utterly bizarre death-inducing circumstances, Diavolo, at this point, was pretty much always ready for a shock. A demon possessed roller coaster? An army of sentient chairs? A torture chamber designed to suffocate the victim via cow farts? Diavolo had seen it all. Perhaps it was for this exact reason that it forced a slight gasp out of Diavolo when the being he came face to face with upon finally adjusting to the light revealed itself to be somebody that he was actually quite familiar with before he had suffered his first death.

“P-Polpo?” Diavolo stammered out in a rather stunned tone, practically begging G.E.R. that he had been poofed into a universe where the late Capo would recognize him as his boss. Perhaps this was a death where Diavolo would be able to live for just a little while before his end finally came. Perhaps his golden tormenter had finally decided to give him a break. Perhaps he would be able to go back to old times, if just for a few days, or even a few hours, until G.E.R. at last took him away once more, and brought him unto his next demise. All of it would hinge on what the former boss’s former Capo said next in response to Diavolo. The notoriously obese man remained silent for quite a while, as Diavolo merely awaited for the next thing to happen. Upon long last, however, the signature cryptic echoing of the impossibly large Capo’s voice rang within the confines of the cell, and simultaneously within Diavolo’s ears as a result.

“Someone gifted me a special-order pizza.” Polpo calmly spoke up, prompting Diavolo to almost instantly realize that his wish to be granted a break by G.E.R. had absolutely not been answered, as Polpo seemingly had no idea Diavolo was even there.

Perhaps more importantly though, due to all of his prior experience with how the death loop operated, Diavolo had become almost hard-wired by now to begin frantically connecting the dots whenever any single minute, little scrap of information had been given to him by the circumstances. At the present moment, then, Diavolo knew he was located inside Polpo’s cell, with the gigantic Capo casually situated just next to him. He knew there was a special-order pizza somewhere, and he knew that he was somehow standing, or floating, or doing whatever to not fall over, at eye-level with the jumbo-sized man, (despite the obvious fact that there was no way under any normal circumstances that should even be possible at all).

Diavolo also knew that, in all likelihood, it was these simple facts, and perhaps a few others, that would provide the general outline of how he was going to die. Taking all of this together, then, it became hardly a few seconds before Diavolo at last figured it out.

“T-there’s no way…” he abruptly began to panic. “Th-there’s absolutely no way it can be…I-I can’t…I can’t….I…”

Diavolo proceeded to give a positively petrified shudder across his being as he started breathing rapidly, sporadically, and hysterically; this all before reality, at last, settled in.

“THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THAT I’M THE SPECIAL ORDER PIZZA!”

The former Italian mob boss’ fears became all but confirmed upon Polpo, ever the unapologetic glutton he was, gleefully opening up his greasy, rapidly salivating maw, before taking a great bite out of the middle of his pizza, and blissfully savoring the taste.

Poor Diavolo’s being was near-instantaneously jolted into shock from the crunch. If his body was currently the pizza, then Polpo had just bitten into his abdomen, ruthlessly tearing up a large chunk of his skin, and exposing the gushing tissues underneath as the blood rapidly pumped its way into the wound. The loosely dripping form of tomato sauce landing onto the morbidly obese man’s gigantic, oversized stomach horrifically solidified onto Diavolo just where he was going to end up in this death. And there was quite literally absolutely nothing he could do to resist it.

The utterly mentally and physically locked up body of Diavolo was hardly even given a moment to breathe as Polpo once again crunched deep into his current doughy, being sending shockwave after shockwave of utterly inhumane agony down the suffering man’s body.

Wishing desperately to be able to cry, and yet physically unable to due to lacking tear ducts, Diavolo internally pleaded towards his late Capo to simply crunch down on where his head was to be on this pizza in order to let the death end. Rather unfortunately for Diavolo, however, it seemed both Polpo, and G.E.R. at large, had rather different plans for him, as was at last revealed to the former boss upon Polpo maneuvering Diavolo’s head area in towards his maw without immediately biting down.

Instead, the Cappo merely placed the cheesy goodness face-down onto his tongue, allowing him to savor in all of its richness the delicious complexities of the pizza, and allowing Diavolo to finally come directly face to face with something that, up until this very moment, he had never even once considered to be his fate within a particular death. That being, of course, his late Capo’s digestive system.

Diavolo could feel the warm, slick form of the unimaginably fat man’s tongue positively sopping his face with saliva, as the giant Capo’s breath heaved in and out over his form, absolutely slathering the front of his cheesy form as he pleased. Diavolo, currently having been silenced from at last calming down after his initial shock, now became aware he was being inched further into the slimy, heated chamber, as Polpo’s jaws stretched even wider. Slightly extending his tongue in order to reveal his gullet, Diavolo became situated upon the edge of the obese man’s tongue, right above his giant uvula. The unfathomably suffering man was able as a result to stare directly down his Cappo’s gullet, as he felt his still throbbing abdomen being licked upon and caressed by the thick, saliva-oozing tongue. Absolutely unable to do anything at all to get out of this situation, Diavolo merely braced himself for what was coming, until at last he felt himself being squeezed down by the tightened, slick muscle walls of the Capo’s esophagus, whilst a deep, echoing gulp rung firmly throughout Diavolo’s ears.

This act enabled the rest of the pizza, or rather, the rest of Diavolo, to effortlessly glide into Polpo’s maw. Diavolo remained stagnant inside the start of the cramped tube of the esophagus as he was still being savored by his former Capo at the moment. At last, Polpo tilted his head back slightly, so gravity may aid in his next endeavor, before finally, he swallowed once more. Allowing Diavolo as a result to be squelched through the narrow organ on his way to the obese man’s stomach, Polpo on the outside proceeded to lick his fingers before finally placing his hands over his protruding stomach, awaiting his pizza to enter.

Diavolo, meanwhile, was able to feel each minute motion of movement as the esophageal walls squeezed in and then out around each and every single region of his current form, before, causing Diavolo to give a small gasp, he was able to pick up the, no doubt quite burdened, but still currently functioning heart beat of the man as it laboriously thumped its way inside of his chest. Knowing this meant he was nearing the end of the esophagus, Diavolo was also soon able to sense the constant gurgling and groaning being emitted from Polpo’s gigantic stomach. The poor former boss would only have to wait a few more seconds before he finally reached the lower esophageal sphincter, the natural valve effortlessly squeezing him through, as the grease that was already present on the pizza’s form combined with all the saliva from Polpo made it quite easy to do so. Thus, into the fat man’s stomach Diavolo had finally entered. His doughy, pizza form quickly became quite wettened from the liquid within Polpo’s gut, causing him to quickly sink to the very bottom of the simmering acid pool.

Diavolo at this point knew it was only a matter of time before death once again took him from this life, and as a result merely waited for the acids to begin searing in onto his being, churning him up into goop, and swirling him around into a homogenous soup of chime as a result. He knew it was coming soon, as soon as a light tingling sensation began sizzling away at his being. Diavolo silently gazed up and watched as the stomach walls churned in and out, gurgling and glorping around in order to eventually mash him up into paste. The slimy, pink walls caused the acids to slosh and splash around as the crust and cheesy exteriors of Diavolo began to lose their recognizability. The pizza sauce cruelly leaking out into the deathly broth of chime, Diavolo simply closed his eyes, and awaited to be zapped to the next death. A few moments later, and the form of the pizza was gone.

Polpo’s stomach proceeded to churn about in order to fully homogenize the meal along with the rest of the contents therein as the Capo on the outside contentedly pat over his ginormous gut as he positively lavished in the feeling of being full.

Diavolo had absolutely no idea where he was going to end up next. But he knew for damm sure that he would take anything other than going through that once again.

Two seconds later, Diavolo got his head smashed in by a falling coffee carasse that some idiot dropped off a skyscraper.

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palidoozy-art · 2 years

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responding to some comments under here.

@rhuemis

I'm a complete stranger, a passerby, and maybe this is unwelcome but it's incredible how patient you seem to be about this, it shows your good character. 11 years to lie to a friend group is... unthinkable, unimaginable. The dissaray that must cause is a lot even just for me -- somebody wholly unnatched to this -- to stomach. I wish you guys all the best, and if you need an ear to listen, one outside of the group, my inbox is open to you but I totally understand if not

Thank you. I think the reason I’m patient, honestly, is because the truth is: I’m kind of tertiary to this. Kelogul and Ellerian are the most impacted -- Kelogul because he feels pretty dehumanized in ways that neither Ellerian and I can understand, and Ellerian because he was closest to both of them. Ellerian is pretty central to everyone. We joke that any one of us could die and the group would survive -- but if Ellerian’s gone, we all fade in like a year. I appreciate the offer, and thank you.

@xsilversugar

Holy shit. I am so sorry you have to deal with that level of catfishing bullshit. What a terrible person.

Thank you, it’s honestly somewhat relieving to hear shit like this from strangers because it’s like.. We’re also sitting here like: are we idiots for believing this? There were red flags in the past, but we overlooked them because it’s like.. who wants to accuse someone you’ve been friends with for 11 years of lying? It’s just wild.

@alterundying

OMG! This is so messed up. I hope you are okay. Whatever you do next I will still follow you, you have such great ideas.

I’ll be okay, it’s just bizarre and I miss like, a year ago when we were all great friends shitposting about foot fetishes. I want to make it clear that I’m sad, but more sympathies should be extended to Kelogul and Ellerian. They’re the ones much more deeply impacted by this. Not on a “losing a D&D campaign” kind of way, but a “holy shit I feel manipulated and used” kind of way.

But this is the way it was inevitably going to end. Even if we were all the best of friends when she told us she did this, it’d still be over. You can’t just walk back gaslighting a group of people into thinking you’re a Japanese person for over a decade. And Kelogul would not be okay with that. He’s spoken extensively about his experiences regarding race, and this kind of action isn’t forgivable to him. And we can’t blame him.

@i-gwarth

That level of dishonesty is perplexing on so many levels. I'm sorry you were put through all that. For what it's worth, I personally hope Kelogul comes back, if only because I feel like one person's weird lies shouldn't be allowed to demolish an entire social circle like this :(

Even if the D&D campaign dies, honestly, we’re taking steps to make amends with Kelogul. Kelogul was in a bad spot when we all had that blow up, but he’s expressed legitimately condolences for how it turned out. We’re playing games again, we’re vibing. The campaign might die, but he’ll still be our friend. And that’s more important than a D&D campaign, y’know?

Like the reality is that with D&D.. yeah it’s all made up fun times. But you definitely put yourself into it. People often play characters that are aspirational, or have a piece of themself in it. So when a campaign ends like this, it feels like a representation of your entire social circle falling apart. But you move on, and you reform. I’ve been in campaigns that have completed in the past, and some that have fallen apart. It’ll be okay.

@hannahmcgill

Man, what is going on lately? A lot of my satellite friend groups are having falling-outs, and it's all with people who were friends for decades. :(

something in the water. I dunno, I think... times are stressful. There’s a lot of shit happening. Miharu informed us of her lie on when Roe v. Wade was struck down. So maybe thinks are just... becoming too much for some folks.

#palidoozy rambles #palidoozy responds #delete later

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businesstiramisu · 2 years

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oh have you ever read moby dick? if you have, im curious about your thoughts on it. if you haven’t you may be one of the few people i can recommend it to because if you regularly trawl AO3 there’s a good chance you don’t mind reading very long fiction of questionable quality

I have not read Moby Dick, and I'm mostly interested in it b/c Ashley keeps talking about its influence on Unsounded. Well, all the tumblr shitposting about Herman Melville's life and, like, authorial voice helps too, but there's a lot of 19th century literature Like That

OOF, but... looking at most of the the time travel I've been reading this month, I can't say you're wrong, lol. I typically prefer shorter fanfic -- my median bookmark is probably under 10k words, DEFINITELY under 50k, and Moby Dick clocks in well over that at 209k words!

Still, I do intend to check it out at some point!!! I am,,,, very slow at getting around to non-AO3 reads nowadays though, so i dunno when that will be.

Need to reread The Legend of Sleepy Hollow first, though, for Halloween preparation reasons. People should nag me about that.

5. on that subject i should also get back to @forumkedis Aldish Austen Abomination, I was really enjoying that (sorry for falling off tracking updates, FK D:)

#The Fifth Act is EXCELLENT #and there's a few more authors i really respect in this fandom #everything else? well most of them had their good moments #i don't regret reading these stories but i'm not unconditionally recommending them to the internet in general lol #(if you DO want time travel recs on ao3 hit me up though. i LOVE talking fic recs)#(not just time travel either. i read other stuff lol)#chatter #fanfic #moby dick #tbh i mostly tagged that other post w/ the book title as a joke #literature #sleepy hollow

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sailor-spaghetti · 2 years

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I should make one of these probably. This is NOT a DNI - anyone can follow, but this is a summary for you to decide for yourself if you'd like it here.

Hi, my name is Sailor, I'm 25, and I'm an undergrad student who is double majoring in Social Thought and Political Economy (STPEC) and Women's, Gender, and Sexuality Studies (WGSS) with a minor in African-American Studies and a certificate in Civic Engagement and Public Service. I am a radical leftist and a Marxist who has recently been flirting with anarchocommunism. I hope to go to grad school one day to continue studying and learning, because I want to be a teacher someday (and I really want to help bring the pop university to the US).

I am transmasculine and use they/them pronouns primarily, but will also accept he/him if you're struggling with they/them for any reason. I gay and autistic, but I am also white and do carry that privilege. With this in mind, please ask before tagging me to contribute to a conversation. Not every political discussion is within my wheelhouse, and while leftist and liberatory politics fall firmly into special interest territory for me, I have no desire to speak above people who have more stakes in an issue than I do.

I am a crochet/fiber artist and I'm definitely going to be putting some of my art here. I also intend to open a BigCartel shop (fuck Etsy) for small items I've crocheted, but it's not live yet. I will update this post when it is.

This blog is kind of a mixture of everything. My art, politics, a place where I'll be putting some recommended reading/viewing/book/media reviews (at the time of writing this, I am currently reading Warped: Gay Normativity and Queer Anticapitalism by Peter Drucker and so far I highly recommend it), some miscellaneous fandom stuff, a lot of shitposting, just things I think are pretty or fun (there will be a lot of faerycore and liminalcore here), etc. I don't plan on reblogging porn or anything, but there's definitely some 18+ and 21+ humor here, so if you're a minor it might be best if you just look through my art tag instead of following me. I'm tagging all of my fiber art with #spaghettistitchery, so there's even a convenient tag to work with.

I will gladly engage in good-faith conversations about politics, history, etc., but the key word there is "good-faith". Things I do not consider to be good faith include:

Bootlicking

Playing devil's advocate

Hypotheticals

Tone policing

Peace policing

Liberal and neoliberal ideology in general

Moving the goalposts

Slice-of-the-pie discourse

Anything that discourages solidarity with people who are more oppressed or people living under different conditions from my/your own. Solidarity is a necessary tool of resistance.

Respectability politics

Purity politics - being a comrade does not require knowing exactly the right thing to say, it requires class consciousness and a willingness to learn from those whose experiences you do not share

Etc. This list may be expanded as time goes on.

Unless a post is immediately relevant (current news, mutual aid request, active/ongoing conversation, etc.), I only reblog to the queue so that hopefully this place can be active even if I'm too busy to post. I am a very busy person between school and real-life activism/organizing, and so I might not always get back to you right away if you message or tag me.

If any of my academic writing ever gets published, you also have my permission to DM me to ask for a free copy. If you need help accessing a book or a paper, feel free to DM me and I will use my student privileges to see if I can access a PDF to send you. I hate the inaccessibility of knowledge under capitalism and want to do everything in my power to combat it, and I encourage any other students or teachers on this site to do the same.

Some free resources that are available:

The Marxist Internet Archive - you can access a lot of Marxist texts here, for free, in multiple language.

Libcom.org - Another site where you can access leftist writings, this one focusing more specifically on anarchocommunist texts.

Kanopy - You can watch documentaries for free here with your library card. I definitely recommend using this site and I especially recommend watching Concerning Violence: Nine Scenes from the Anti-Imperialist Self-Defense.

Open Library - If you can't access an in-person library for whatever reason, you can also borrow PDFs for free from here.

Anarcho-Communist Playlist - I didn't make this but I shit you not there's so much here that every time I put it on shuffle I feel like I'm learning a history lesson.

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