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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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Elvis Presley was my father, Miley Cyrus was my sister, and we found out he was obsessed with having as many kids as possible by donating sperm and we had over 800 siblings who were all children of Elvis
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Louise Benton, Creation Sun
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tawneybel · 7 months
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Note: Vecna, the body horror... husband. Nothing tentacular happens, but it’s mentioned. That and breeding.
Imagine Vecna feeling a special connection to you.
A visceral wasteland should have been terrifying. Voracious looking fauna and flora. Decidedly un-mammalian beasts attempting mimicry anyway. Prehensile tendrils that needed to be quickly side-stepped. Everything viscid. 
Nothing seemed to have eyes. They didn’t need them to sense your warm body. It was intriguing. You didn’t just stumble into an alternate dimension. No, you fell through the rabbit hole into a one-of-a-kind biome. 
Not quite fell. Ascended.
It almost felt like a higher plane of existence. Where did that feeling come from? You were the only sapient being in the Upside Down.
Right? 
Some of these things were parasitic. They infested brains. If not dewormed, hosts melted and melded into abominations that put the Thing to shame. Well, maybe not. The Thing from Another World’s remake was horrifying. Made the Upside Down feel almost homey. Or fantastical. Or fantastically horrifying. Like an album cover from some band Eddie Munson was into. 
You shook your head. Maybe the air here wasn’t doing you any favors.
An undercurrent of… resignation? No, determination. Determination to continue. By myself. A party of one. An undercurrent- Nothing’s current here. It’s apocalyptic. Post-apocalyptic. A billion years from the destruction of Hawkin-
Either way, it was good you were wearing a similar color scheme to the landscape. Land-of-the-deadscape. Made you feel safer. Made you look like you belonged. Even when you reached the elevated figure. 
Unsure how to proceed, neither of you moved.
Now, this guy actually had eyes. You assumed he was dead. (After first wondering if he was an idol. Chiseled by some doomsday cult.) Punctured by tentacles. When Vecna’s lids moved, you sighed. 
No red irises. No all-black peepers. No hollowed sockets. His baby blues were the most normal thing in the Upside Down. Was he flayed? A member of the Flayed? The sole survivor of the Mind Flayer’s liquidation? 
“Hi, I’m ______,” slipped out.
You couldn’t help it. You were just so relieved to see another human. Even one so corpse-like. He wasn’t half-dead. Or, at least, didn’t seem to be. Then again, maybe he wasn’t in control of his body. 
Maybe his skin wasn’t always that way, your mind whispered. What was up with his body, anyway? Your gaze slid down. No nipples, no navel, no genitalia. Probably no finger- or toeprints. A mental image of him on a throne, like the Horned King, holding out a hand made you bite the corner of your mouth. He probably wouldn’t hold hands, let alone want your lips on his. 
You looked at him the same way he looked at spiders. More or less. Too fascinated to be scared. If anything, you looked concerned. Like you knew what he’d once been. You seemed to be having trouble figuring out whether he belonged here or not. Vecna’s expression didn’t soften, but his heart did.  
One flitted to his last conversation with Eleven. His fraternal behavior. All for naught. That’s what he thought after she shoved him into the Upside Down. Now she wouldn’t get to have you as a sister-in-law.
…humans are a unique type of pest. Multiplying…
Well, he could make you something better than human. Make you make something better than human. Of course, he’d need to utilize tentacles for insemination. At first. Then maybe try it out with more Flayed. 
If his favorite arthropods were insects, particularly social insects, he might’ve called you his queen. Too bad female spiders were just called that, female spiders. Not a cute name like doe, jill, or vixen. And baby animal names sounded too saccharine. At least ones for mammals. Spiderling, maybe. Unless that’s what a term of endearment you wanted to save for your offspring. 
“Henry,” he rasped. Peter Ballard stayed in the lab. Unless maybe you had orderly fantasies. Or were just curious about what he looked like post-banishment.
Wet dreams would be even more fun to infest a brain with than premortem nightmares.
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hadesoftheladies · 14 days
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So i've been working on my fantasy world for some time now, and it's been really exciting thinking about and re-imagining what a world completely foreign to patriarchy would look like. My human populations in general have a 3:1 female-male sex ratio, so women make up the majority of all human populations (it is not 50/50).
At the point where I'm opening my story, there is also no imperialism or colonialism (and that's also made developing the languages and economies super fun), but there's something I was discussing with my sister when it came to the population numbers.
In a world where most children will be female, where there is no imperialism (so no grand wars) and no patriarchy, and women have the right to choose their partners (and cultures are largely not heteronormative and nuclear families are rare), I predicted that the population would be much smaller than it has been in the last five centuries in the real world. Because there are no military conquests or colonial projects, that reduces state incentive to force and coerce women into giving birth to more workers, settlers and soldiers. I also predicted that in a very healthy community, where class isn't determined by things like wealth and where there is no stigma in being single or without child, at least half of the women would not choose to procreate (especially in territories with no inheritance systems). Would see no need.
But my sister thinks that more women would choose to procreate simply because of some natural desire that we all innately have to procreate, and the fact that there is little discomfort in the child-rearing process and CHOICE, that more would choose to have offspring rather than it being a 50/50 split.
I argued that pregnancy could itself still be considered a discomfort to many women, and that centering the existential experiences of human females in regard to the invasiveness of pregnancy and procreation would not have any clear preference (the same way most women assume heterosexual women would enjoy PIV sex, when most do not).
I think there are many biological reasons that may compel women to choose or not choose to procreate. Some would want to recreate their genetic code. Others wouldn't care for any of that. Hence the 50/50 or 60/40.
So I thought it would be interesting to hear from radblr what you think about the whole question.
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tofreezetime · 10 months
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dancing that intimate dance
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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Don’t close your eyes, or the stories you’ve told will swallow you.
— Khaled Mattawa, from "Procreation," Fugitive Atlas
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voodoocarving · 7 months
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Aphrodite is an ancient Greek goddess associated with love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation. She was syncretized with the Roman goddess Venus. Aphrodite is born off the coast of Cythera from sea foam. Her main festival was the Aphrodisia, which was celebrated annually in midsummer. In Laconia, Aphrodite was worshipped as a warrior goddess.
this and other figurines in my Etsy store
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thethirdman8 · 11 months
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Procreation excitement over on the hill near that oak tree tonight as rain started to fall. Look at this beautiful snapper, caught her mid egg. How beautiful, how delightful, what fun.. Slow and steady wins the race haha.. 🐢🐢🐢
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fieriframes · 1 month
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[Procreation.]
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philosophybits · 2 years
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If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence, or at any rate not take it upon himself to impose that burden upon it in cold blood?
Arthur Schopenhauer, "On the Sufferings of the World", Parerga and Paralipomena
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wayti-blog · 10 months
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Daisy pollen close up light microscope images.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I was an alien and I had a mate but our species procreated by being underwater and when me and my mate tried to make a baby, it caused a tidal wave that caused the apocalypse.
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apesoformythoughts · 1 year
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«[Man and woman] are complementary in that they have an irreducible mutual and procreative reference. You cannot know what a man is without knowing what a woman is, and vice versa. What is masculine and what is feminine? These are not determined by stereotypes, but rather, each sex is free to enact masculinity and femininity by living out their respective ways of being in the body. Whether or not they choose to marry and have children, though, the complementarity of these two ways of being embodied always has reference to procreation. It is when that reference is broken, that cultural stereotypes take over to fill the void.»
— John Cavadini: “Humanae Vitae and the Brave New World”
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viviennelamb · 7 months
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If heterosexual reproduction ended and parthenogenesis was impossible, people would spawn out of "thin air"
(which is the soul's manifestation in an extremely dense form).
Don't worry about the world's population (or female population, or lesbian population) until you understand physics and what the words:
"Infinite" and "Creator" means.
If the Soul wants to present itself to the majority, it will do just that...
Omnipotence doesn't need anything from you, you need connection with Spirit.
There is no separation between the physical and spiritual "realms;" everything is happening right now all at once.
This is immortality, but most choose death-consciousness.
The only purpose of having children is to aid one's own spiritual growth, not to become selfish and pour all your resources into them so they can become your mini beast of burden, carrying your mediocre expectations,
when their eyes should be set on the heights of divinity, which is ultimately a journey done alone.
You should not have children if you do not believe in God, passing down your lack of faith and abject hatred of Truth is nefarious.
Here's my advice if you want to breed, and want your child to become another carnal slave:
keep your legs closed.
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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Look to your body: Your skin will be your anchor. Your scars will never betray you.
— Khaled Mattawa, from "Procreation," Fugitive Atlas
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