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shotosjupiter · 2 months

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I BLINKED AND SUDDENLY I HAD A VALENTINE!

𖤐 sypnosis... you ask them to be your valentine <3

࣪𖤐 note... super fluffy! and al haitham being a little shit

𖤐 ft. tighnari, al-haitham, ningguang, kazuha, and ayato

𖤐 TIGHNARI blinks at you as you stood in front of him, holding out pink and orange tulips. you had researched them, of course, ensuring they represented love. he cocks his head to the side, as you exclaim, a broad grin stretching on your face, “be my valentine, nari?”

he nods slowly, but surely. despite his quieter reaction, you can tell from the subtle twitching of his ear and the slow pink blush creeping up to his cheeks that he’s pleased. tighnari clears his throat and offers you a bouquet that was tucked behind him, waiting for your arrival. he grasps your hand, gently but clearly asking, “and would you be mine?”

“yes! yes, i would love to be, nari.” you lean forward and press a kiss to his (turning) red cheeks.

𖤐 AL-HAITHAM raises an eyebrow at you. “i thought we were already each other’s valentines.” it sounds more like a statement than a question.

you make a face back at him, “no dummy, you have to ask. that’s how valentines work! what if i already had a valentine?”

“… but you don’t.” he responds, deadpanned.

you gape at him and his pure audacity. “i could! i could- i could be going on a valentines date with that guy right over there!” you gesture towards the general area of microbiology shelves where there’s a few scruffy students, busying themselves.

al-haitham glances back at the scholars, and turns back to you. he huffs out a sigh and turns back to his book, annotating something in the side pages as if this conversation wasn’t something he could be bothered with.

then, a note with a doodle of the two of you and a question: will you be my valentine? check one: yes or yes.

you grin, scrambling to write an answer back.

𖤐 NINGGUANG has already planned everything out since new years. she takes valentines seriously and is not to be played around with in such matters. she had committed your work schedule to memory and had taken the day off to dedicate herself to this mission.

she left a trail of rose petals going from your hallway all way to your shared bedroom. there laid the same petals, shaped into a heart. she had cooked your favorite meal, with the dining table set with even more flowers and your favorite drink. lastly, was a small gift of matching charm bracelets that laid upon the table, waiting for your arrival.

when you had arrived, you had rushed to her side after seeing all the decorations and effort put into this. you cupped her face into a searing kiss and then left a series of kisses all over face. ningguang giggled, pleased to see your happy reaction to her proposal. you grinned at her shyly and offered her her own set of flowers and a small cor lapis necklace you had gotten specifically made for her, asking if she would also do the honor of being your valentine. (spoiler: she said yes.)

𖤐 KAZUHA was a man who had to face a hard decision. which poem should he present you with to ask to be your valentine? there were simply too many choices, too many words, and yet, still nothing had the correct wording he had wanted. what was he to do?

it was one of the few days before valentine’s day where he was sitting by his desk, pushing his brain to find the perfect words to present you, when you came and sat right next to him. you grinned at him slyly, “i have something to show you,” and slid a decorated piece of paper towards him.

it was a poem. a beautiful poem asking him to be your valentine. kazuha looked up at you and smiled with laughter and gentleness in his eyes. “you had beat me to it - but yes. i would love to be your valentine, dove.”

𖤐 AYATO is similar to ningguang in which he had a plan prepared in the back of his head for a couple of weeks now. he had bought a necklace with the charm in the center being a sapphire surrounded by silver. the problem was trying to figure out when to present it to you and ask.

luckily, you managed to unknowingly offer him a solution when you asked him if he would like to take a walk with you around the estate. he nodded calmly, while internally his heart soared at the opportunity. the jewelry box was sat in his pocket always, waiting for the opportunity. now he just had to speak the words.

as the two of you walked, the sakura bloom petals billowing around you, creating an evermore romantic environment. you were chattering about the latest house gossip thoma had told you when ayato stopped and grasped your hand and turned you around pulling you into the net of his arms.

he stared at you for a moment as you fixed him with a questioning gaze in response to his behavior. he cleared his throat and showed you the sapphire necklace he had gotten before gesturing, “may i?”

you nodded and turned as you felt his cold hands delicately clasp the necklace on. the brush of his hands elicited goosebumps to raise by your neck before you heard the raspy whisper, “would you- will you be valentine, darling?”

you turned, a pleased smile on your face before leaning into kiss him slowly. you cupped his face gently, letting his soft lips come together with yours. you broke away from him for a split second to whisper back, “of course i will.”

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auroreliis · 7 months

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Batfam would have to do research on my special interests if they want to win me over fast but also the thought of super serious Bruce and Damian watching/reading jojos bizarre adventure is really funny to me

Absolutely they would. For you, they would binge every show, play every game and read every paragraph of a book just to have something in common with you. They would all do it for different reasons, but in the end, you would have to listen to them outnerd you.

Bruce's regard for your interests is wholesome. He genuinely wants to know what makes you happy, what you do in your free time, what you could talk about for hours. In order to be able to listen to you talk for hours, he surrounds himself with your interests. You like this artist? He buys a few of their most popular albums. This game is entertaining to you? He either tries it out or watches you play it. There's this film you're excited about? He watches it with you.

Although most of your interests are different, he does actually find himself enjoying anything you enjoy. Perhaps it reminds him of you.

Dick has this one fear. He believes that no matter how persistent he is, if you aren't reciprocating his clinginess, the two of you will grow apart eventually, so he never leaves you alone, even when you beg him to. It isn't really a secret, as he makes it quite obvious, but he hopes you will one day embrace him as he embraces you. You probably get sick of him and tell him how boring he is, which shatters his heart completely.

Now he has to figure out a way to spend time with you, but he needs to make sure you are also enjoying his company, lest you hurt him with your cruelty once more, so he researches every last fact about your interests, be it an activity, a game, a book, a person, he knows everything about it. Dick doesn't want to make it obvious that he only found out this information the night prior, so he cautiously needs to start a conversation.

He most likely waits until you are occupied with your interest before walking up to you, "Hey, is that _____? Wow, I used to be obsessed with it as a kid, I'm suprised you even know it, it isn't that popular and it's quite old." He pats your head and sits down next to you, grinning as you start rambling about it to him. You are actually talking to him. It worked.

Jason is careful when sharing his interests with you. He needs to preserve his reputation as your cool older brother and usually people don't share his interests, so when he finds you reading a classic book, he seats himself nearby, waiting for you to finish reading. Once you're done, he makes sure you enjoyed the book before fanboying about it. You immediately notice how much of a nerd he is. He also recommends similar books or ones he thinks you would enjoy as well. In the end he pulls you into so many fandoms that you stop listening when he recommends books. You've already got like 40 more to read.

Tim does not have this problem. The moment he knew you existed, he educated himself and has kept up with your interests ever since. "Just in case", or ,"Just because", he said, typing a summary of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. "I might as well", he takes notes while binging One Piece. This guy is clinically insane. Fortunately for him, he can now start conversations with you very easily, since he knows everything about your interests (and everything else about you).

Side note: If you refuse to spend time with him even after he did all that for you, the following outcomes are possible:

Either you pity him and spend time with him or Dick tries and fails to guilt trip you, only to end up forcing you to spend time with poor Tim who was awake for a whole week just to impress you (Tim frantically nods along with anything Dick says).

Damian takes great pride in having things in common with you, so as soon as he notices you being fond of something, he surrounds himself with it. You have a favourite colour? He creates a few painting with specifically that colour. You like a certain animal? He will try to adopt one. Damian would, of course, never admit it to you, but he desperately wants you to notice that you two have similar interests (As in, you have an interest and he pretends to also like it just so you maybe talk to him).

If you don't talk to him, he will become more aggressive with his attempts of having you notice him, perhaps randomly coming into your room to paint, claiming that the lighting there is better. Or he asks Bruce to adopt a certain animal during dinner. His attempts are obvious to you, but he doesn't know that.

Cassandra wouldn't really need to share interests with you. She's always close to you anyway. While she does speak to you every now and then, she is perfectly comfortable with sitting in your proximity in silence. However, if you ever asked her to, she would research anything you need her to in order to rant or ramble to her. As long as she has her eyes on you, anything is fine.

Stephanie immediately goes to Tim for help, knowing that he went insane and made a bunch of summaries and notes. First, she makes fun of him, then she apologises, because he threatened to take the notes away, she then complains about how much there is to read before finishing the essays Tim wrote, giving herself about a week. Steph then talks to you as if she didn't go through all that trouble just to have a topic to talk to you about.

Dick told Barbara all about his shenanigans. She even helped him figure out what you're interested in, even researching about it herself. She isn't as intrusive as the others, instead waiting until the moment is right, not wanting to scare you away or overwhelm you. Perhaps if you're alone, she'll come up to you and start with small talk, only really mentioning your special interest if it's involved somehow. Overall, she is the least feral of the bunch (in this situation, at least).

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uva124 · 3 months

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So yeah, I finished the drawing of Asha's redesign from Wish :D, maybe I'll make some changes in the future, but I'm happy to have finished it, it should be noted that I haven't seen the movie. , so I can't give my opinion on it yet, but I found it very interesting that their fandom is mainly made up of people who rewrote or made their own version of the movie, they are all very creative and it got me out of an artistic block. that I had a few months ago, but above all I found the rewriting of @annymation which is the one I have been most hooked on, so I wanted to do some redesigns of the characters coming out of its rewriting, that's why everything that has to do with the story of this version of Asha, as well as her personality and her world on which I base my drawing are the ideas and work of this account: @annymation

I'm just making a drawing of her character and how I would design her as well as sharing part of the process I had to do to draw her because, why not?

BOARD:

The first thing I had to do was put together a table full of references that reminded me of the character and things that I would like to add to her design, so I used milanote to do it:

-Looked for some Asha's concept art and save the ones I liked the most, and add the main colors that I used in the design. -I also created notes to write down the personality of the character and some of his data to have a better guide, I did a little research and found publications that talked a lot about Asha's discarded designs and how Disney workers had put that she had tribe ancestry Amazigh on his mother's side and since his father was from the Iberian Peninsula, that's why the next thing I wanted to do is research more about their culture. -I am not an expert on this topic, nor do I belong to the cultures from which Asha has ancestry, so you can comment on any correction regarding this topic, I wanted to implement details of this culture to her design and I would really like to give a correct representation :)

HAIRSTYLE

Continuing with the theme, I saw that the hairstyles in the Amazigh culture mostly had this type of colorful decorations on their braids and dreadlocks, that's why I also posted these reference photos for Asha's hairstyle.

-Finally I decided that Asha would not have all her hair full of braids or dreadlocks, but only a few accompanied by these decorations with a great variation of colors, although it was fun to sketch the many hairstyle options that I had in mind based on these concept art and other photos that I had saved

TATTOOS:

-Another detail that I liked was giving Asha some tattoos with designs from the Amazigh culture, because I saw that it was quite common for women to get them, the tattoo on her forehead is a symbol of protection against bad influences, that's why the The middle symbol is responsible for deflecting it in the 4 directions, I also added a similar one in Asha's right hand.

ASTROLOGY AND THE SPACE:

-An important part of Asha's rewrite is her knowledge of astronomy inherited from her father, especially with the stars for obvious reasons xd, so in addition to adding constellations to her dresses, research the meaning (or something like that) of the planets. Only 3 really reminded me of the character, which were: -Mars: Symbolization of the internal conquering function of moving forward, independent, self-determined, enduring failures with new energy, courage and energy to fight for your desires. -Saturn: Maturity, effort to solidly build realistic criteria, frustrations are transformed into objectives to continue growing, critical and realistic, far from getting frustrated when an objective does not work, you strive to move forward and obtain even more resistant and solid achievements, perseverance , and tenacity (I feel like yhis it the most similar to Asha :D) -Moon: protective role, feeling very vulnerable outside your known areas, feeling of security with your ties, importance of family ties. The one that reminded me the most of Asha was Saturn, that's why I drew those Saturn-shaped earrings :).

SUITS:

I looked for references and placed some on milanote, I noticed that the concept art was mainly divided into whether the dresses have lilac colors or warm colors, I decided to draw 2 models based on the discarded designs, although at first I thought of using only one color palette lilac and bluish, I realized that the reddish colors of her dress reminded me of Mars which has certain meanings that in my opinion coincide with Asha's personality. In the end I didn't decide what wardrobe she would primarily have 😅, but I like to think that in this version of Wish, Asha would have wardrobe and hairstyle changes like in some older Disney movies.

-These are some of the concepts that I mainly used for my version of the dresses

FINAL COMMENTS:

I am satisfied with the result, it was fun to make all this, although what I researched mostly seems little, it actually cost me several hours and I did it at night, so as a funny fact the next day I was explaining all this information to my mother and I felt like I looked like that:

(Make this drawing was so funny LMAO)

(Apologies if there are errors in my writing, English is not my first language and my writing is very basic)

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nanowrimo · 3 months

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A Message from the NaNoWriMo Board of Directors

Dear NaNoWriMo Community Members,

Thank you for reaching out to us with your inquiries about the forums, your support, offers to volunteer, and your legitimate concerns.

Our inbox has been flooded, and we appreciate all of the thoughtful responses from participants and volunteers who genuinely care about NaNoWriMo, our fellow writers, and the community as we do. It is impossible to respond to each message individually, but we wanted to let you all know we are working with purpose and sincerity.

Please see below the breakdown of the work that has been done since we last shared an update with the community. Our intention is to keep you abreast of all we are doing to make NaNoWriMo a better, safer, place:

We’ve overseen a full-scale review of business practices led by former Board Member, Kilby Blades, who has stepped in to assist the organization on an interim basis.

We’ve begun to implement new procedures around community safety, including:

Full revision and legal review of our employee handbook and codes of conduct.

Full revision and legal review of our Municipal Liaison(ML) agreement.

Development of a formal contract agreement for all (non-ML) Volunteers.

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Comprehensive background checks for all current employees.

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We’ve made staffing changes and revised our staffing plan.

We have rescoped certain roles and initiated some staffing changes. (However, certain employees who left the organization voluntarily are in pursuit of their next opportunities.)

We believe that learning from this moment through addressing skill gaps in the organization is healthy and we will go through a hiring process to fill necessary gaps in open roles.

We’ve listened to other community feedback and are still in listening mode.

We’ve disabled the mechanism on the YWP website that allows users to self-identify as educators for the purpose of creating classrooms, and we are researching mechanisms that will allow us to verify adults as educators.

We’ve revised our technology roadmap to address usability issues and are hoping to introduce new features in 2024.

We are midway through a deep dive on forums and forum moderation; this has included benchmarking with other organizations with similar challenges.

In February, we will hold focus groups for continuing MLs. We are also thinking through the logistics of Town Hall meetings and other gatherings.

We’ve processed dozens of pages of community member feedback and are integrating it into our thinking.

With the staffing changes mentioned above, we are open to hearing from those of you who have reached out with offers to help and/or be a part of the organization’s future. Get notified about future job opportunities at NaNoWriMo.

We are excited about the future, and expect it to be brighter! We hope you feel seen and heard, and that you will stick with us as we continue supporting the writing community and our organization.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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Hello, hi, heya! I noticed something and wanted to share it. So the Pop Music Club only has three members and was in danger of disbanding according to Lilia's ceremonial robes story. Malleus and Jade are the only members of their clubs though so how are they not disbanded yet? Vil was also the only one before Ortho but I think he's in a different category since he clearly has mobs in his club. Your thoughts?

Oh, that’s a good point 🤔 Cater says in Lilia’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes: “We've only got three members and we never do anything. If we don't get more people this year, we're getting disbanded!” He also states that “[…] the headmage has his eye on [the Pop Music Club]” because of their low membership, which implies Crowley is the one that handles club disbandment at NRC.

Unlike Vil’s Film Research Club, there are no mob students with membership to the Gargoyle Appreciation Society or the Mountain Lovers Club. Malleus and Jade are stated to be the sole members of their respective extracurricular organizations… so why doesn’t Crowley bring down the hammer of disbandment on them?

… My guess is that Crowley’s too afraid to piss off Malleus and/or Jade 😂 Malleus is the more obvious threat of the two, being someone of royal status as well as a powerful mage. Being told his club is going bye-bye could upset him and result in… uh, Kentucky Fried Crowley, let’s say.

Jade, while the less obvious threat, is capable of coercion through other means. Remember how Octavinelle collects dirt on people (Jade’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes + book 4) to use it against them? Remember how they put Crowley in a tight bind in book 3 by seizing control of a quarter of NRC’s student population so he would cave to their demands? It’s very possible that Jade could retaliate or figure out something similar to make Crowley’s job more difficult than it has to be. I can see why the headmaster wouldn’t want to get in those two’s time with their hyperfixations.

Back to the Pop Music Club for a second! It’s true that they have an influential figure of their own in the ranks: Kalim! Wouldn’t Crowley be afraid of upsetting him? Possibly! The thing about Kalim though is that he’s not spiteful or retaliatory. He’d be sad if his club disbanded, but I don’t see him trying to get back at the headmaster for it. Kalim would be sad for a while and then eventually look for another club to join or try to do something to cheer himself up. After all, Kalim seems to have joined the Pop Music Club moreso to socialize than to play instruments. Maybe he can talk to his friends or arrange another social activity to fill in the space of time after classes.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Jade Leech #Malleus Draconia #Vil Schoenheit #Ortho Shroud #Cater Diamond #Dire Crowley #Kalim Al-Asim #Lilia Vanrouge #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #question #disney twst #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 5 months

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A few weeks after #MeToo exploded on the internet, an old friend and I did what so many women did during that time: We got on the phone and finally began to acknowledge what had happened to us. My friend shared a story of hers from college. Back then, we’d all just considered it a “bad date,” but she now recognized it as sexual assault. She also shared that at nearly every single job she’s had since college, a boss or co-worker has sexually harassed her.

The month before our conversation, I had published an essay sharing my own experience of sexual assault while traveling abroad. Like my friend, it was not my only experience—it was one of many. But I’d only included the one, because in the early stages of #MeToo, the idea of sharing one assault story still felt risky. The idea of sharing more than one felt culturally impossible. My friend agreed.

“As a woman, you’re only allowed one #MeToo moment,” she told me. “After that, people begin assuming the problem must be you.”

Out of the many celebrity #MeToo stories told in the past five years, only a handful have acknowledged the experience of multiple assaults. In an HBO documentary, Alanis Morisette spoke about repeated incidents of statuatory rape that happened when she first entered the music industry, all of which “fell on deaf ears” when she tried seeking accountability. In her memoir, Selma Blair wrote about a teacher who sexually assaulted her, as well as the many men who raped her in her 20s. In an interview with Dazed, Amber Rose said, “I cannot even count how many times a famous guy touched me inappropriately.” On a social media post during the Kavanaugh hearings, Tatum O’Neal wrote about her multiple assaults: “It was not my fault when I was 5, 6, 12, 13, 15.”

Stories that emphasize the ubiquitous nature of assault are vital in a world that so often focuses on one dramatic episode, with visceral details of the violation and an easily identifiable villain. This amplifies the false idea that assault is just a singular, horrifying incident—when in reality, many of us experience it as part of a larger, more insidious culture.

Once a person is assaulted, research shows they’re more likely to be assaulted again, a phenomenon called “revictimization.” Around 50 percent of children who survive sexual assault reexperience it later in life, and even a single incident of sexual assault in adulthood can increase the risk for it to happen again. As psychologist A.E. Jaffe and her colleagues wrote in a 2019 paper on revictimization: “Perhaps the most consistent predictor of future trauma exposure is a history of prior trauma exposure.”

Why would this be? In lieu of a good answer for it (more on that in a moment), we often blame victims themselves. We easily justify these statistics by suggesting that anyone who has survived multiple incidents of violence must be asking for it—either by acting promiscuously, hanging around too many shady men, or getting themselves into precarious situations. One survivor I interviewed told me that though she received some form of victim-blaming in response to all three sexual assaults she experienced, she noticed a stark decrease in support each time it happened again.

“After the second and third, some people began saying, ‘What’s happening in your life to attract that?’ or ‘Do you have enough awareness to know when men want to harm you?’ ” she told me. “One person even asked why I was ‘trusting men so much.’ ” Another friend who experienced multiple assaults went through a similar line of questioning, only with herself. “After so many times, I began asking myself, ‘What is it about me that brings on these experiences?’ ” she said. I told her I ask myself that question all the time.

In his essay “Spectator” for Roxane Gay’s anthology on sexual assault stories, Not That Bad, Brandon Taylor wrote about his best friend telling him she was beginning to think she was “just the kind of person this stuff happens to.” For a long time, that’s what I believed, too. As a travel writer and a single bisexual woman, I figured that at some point, I’d pay the price. Eventually, I’d have to face some element of physical harm—wasn’t that the obvious trade-off for attempting a liberated life? To me, survivorship—more than resilience, bravery, or strength—often felt like resignation.

But in some cases, it’s exactly that resignation that influences repeat assaults. While there’s no conclusive evidence as to why revictimization happens, we do know that normalizing assault can contribute to future harm. If a survivor has not internalized their experience as exceptionally traumatic, they are less likely to advocate for themselves, or demand accountability if it happens again. If they, like me, accept violence as an obvious fact of their lives, then when it repeats, they don’t seek the support they need to process and heal from each experience.

In an article for Psychology Today, psychotherapist and clinical social worker Keith Fadelici called this a “cognitive accommodation to ongoing violence.” The trauma continuously gets downplayed as victims attempt to normalize their assaults, which helps them feel more in control. “This dissociative process is a common symptom of PTSD,” Fadelici told me. “And can also later make survivors less capable of detecting risk by numbing the fear that is supposed to trigger alertness to danger.”

Oppression also plays a significant role. Those with marginalized identities are more at risk for experiencing assault in general, and thus more likely to experience it again. LGBTQ+ people are four times more likely to be assaulted than the general population (bisexual women and trangender people also are far more likely to experience assault than gay men and lesbian women). Rates of sexual assault for Indigenous women are three times higher than non-Indigenous women, and Black women are much more likely to experience assault than white women. Neurodivergent people are 11 times more likely than neurotypical people to be victims of violent crimes.

“If this is coming up repeatedly with one individual, it might be because that person is within systems and structures that facilitate assault more often,” said Jaffe. For those of us living with any of these identities, we normalize violence because living under oppression is consistently violent. In order to survive, a “cognitive accommodation to ongoing violence” is necessary. We train ourselves to get used to it, and move on.

After #MeToo, I began reading and rereading the legal definitions for rape and sexual assault to make sense of what had happened to me. Any sexual contact that occurred without consent constitutes assault? Any sexual contact that included penetration without the other person’s consent constitutes rape? The criteria felt almost too easy. Under these standards, I had been raped twice, and assaulted several other times—all stories I had not yet fully internalized, and was not yet ready to tell. Dozens of legal crimes had been committed against my body, but that idea felt so unfathomable I hardly knew what to do next.

In the three years after publishing that first story, I experienced more incidents, and I still don’t know what to call them. I don’t feel comfortable firmly declaring them as “assault.” I don’t like how it connects so deeply with an oppressive legal system, and how it automatically connotes some excessive form of violence. Even today, it seems too strong and rough a word for how these episodes played out: often with little physicality, with only brief conflict and polite turns toward quick forgiveness, until weeks later when I’d unpack the severity of what had happened. As I began sharing more of these stories with close friends, I would catch myself saying “technically” before saying “I was assaulted,” acknowledging the semantic disconnect I still felt. This hesitation is common among many survivors: As one 2019 meta-analysis showed, rates of victimization increase when participants are asked “behaviorally descriptive questions” about what happened to them, rather than questions that use terms like “rape” and “assault.”

Sometimes, people ask “How many times all together?” I say “six-ish,” a number that captures the amount of experiences that have dramatically changed the way I relate to my body—how it experiences intimacy, how it engages with the world: The one that happened at work, just weeks into my first job out of college. The one at a festival in India. The one while getting a deep-tissue massage. The one at a New York play party. The one so common I learned it has its own name (“stealthing“). The one with a lover I had loved and trusted deeply. The one with another lover, a violation that was not sexual but physical and thus, as yet another nonconsensual act done against my body, still felt so connected to all the rest.

And this still does not take into account every time I was nonconsensually touched in public—the men who pulled and grabbed my arms, my back, my butt, my shoulders to try to get my attention on the street—nor the times I’ve been followed, harassed, physically threatened by strangers on the street.

The accumulation of more and more of these events creates a compounding impact, one where each additional incident begins to amplify the ones before. For me and most survivors I spoke to, we are not healing from trauma—we are learning how to exist in a world where trauma continues to accumulate.

Every survivor I interviewed for this piece told me they fully accept the potential that they’ll experience assault in the future. Still, most of them admitted to me that it’s still easier to only share just one story with the world—never the full range of what has happened to them. “When you only have one story, the enemy is the rapist,” one survivor told me. “But when you have several people with a lifetime of these experiences, the enemy is all of us.”

This is what we mean when we talk about rape culture. The first thing we can do to start to dismantle it is to recognize what we’re up against.

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cryptwrites · 1 year

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Poisons

Hello! I'm gonna share how I go about writing poisons and the things I think are helpful to keep in mind. Now, I have never actually poisoned someone - shocker - but I have done extensive research on the topic, so I would say I know a decent amount about how to effectively poison someone. Disclaimer: This is for writing purposes only, don't poison people. Thanks.

Keep In Mind:

Poisoners need little to no physical strength although they do need a strong sense of self control & nerves of steel. Shooting or stabbing someone takes a mere moment of consideration and is frequently the result of a split second decision, while position requires dedication. Many poisons require a certain amount of time to work and the poisoner usually must administer several doses of poison in order to work. The poisoner also usually must be within close proximity to their victim and often will have to look them in the eye and engage with the person while the person slowly dies.

Exotic poisons can be more trouble than they’re worth. Importing exotic poisons leaves a trail for authorities to follow, and they require more research to correctly use.

Smart poisoners work with what they’ve got. The clever killer looks for drugs that are already in the victim’s medicine cabinet and that could be deadly. Read medical warning labels to get an idea of how to use them.

Poison can be used in ways that aren’t deadly. If the goal isn’t death, you can render someone dizzy or dopey, making a character vulnerable to a bad influence.

Common Poisons

Hemlock: Poison hemlock comes from a large fern-like plant that bears a dangerous resemblance to the carrot plant. It was readily available for treating muscle spasms, ulcers, and swelling, but in large doses will cause paralysis and ultimately respiratory failure.

Mandrake: It was used as a sedative, hallucinogen and aphrodisiac. Superstition mediaeval denizens believes when the vaguely human-shaped root was pulled out that plant gave a piercing shriek that would drive anyone to madness or death - hence the harry potter scene.

Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others but it’s easily the most famous and is still used today. instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic and dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs , and also for pest control and blacksmiths, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the Renaissance since it looked similar to malaria death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, confusion, convulsions, vomiting and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack.

Nightshade: A single leaf or a few berries could cause hallucinations - a few more was a lethal dose. Mediaeval women used the juice of the berries to colour their cheeks, they would even put a few drops on their eyes to cause the pupils to dilate for a lovestruck look which is why Nightshade is also called ‘Belladonna’ or “Beautiful woman.” The symptoms include dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium and convulsions.

Aconite: This toxic plant, also called Monkshood or Wolfsbane, was used by indigenous tribes around the world as arrow poison. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, and vomiting. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.

If someones poisoning another:

The character should analyse the daily life of the target well before attempting to poison them. Note what sort of medicines they take, at what moments they are most vulnerable, how attentive they are to their surroundings, and so on.

Choose a poison that suits your needs. You need to be as discreet as possible and not arouse suspicion. Too dramatic and people will know something is up. Choose poisons that are easy to slip into meals/don't have to be administered constantly, or you could simply frame it as an overdose by using the target's own medicines.

Think of how you want to administer the poison. Some take effect through touch while some require being swallowed. Based on that, come up with a plan to poison your target.

Make sure everything corresponds with the plot and characters, and nothing becomes a plot hole. Don't have a typically nervous character be perfectly calm when thinking of poisoning. Don't poison someone just for the sake of it. Have everything tie back to the plot, your characters rarely should be poisonings someone just for the "cool" effect. Trust me, it doesn't actually have that effect and just comes off like lazy writing. Have your characters act in accordance with their personalities.

Research time periods and history when choosing poisons. Not all poisons were popular during the same time periods, and not all of them are native to the same geographical areas.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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I remember you doing something similar for other Genshin girls, but what are your headcannons for sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace and Mona.

Not nsfw but fluff.

(Genshin Impact) Sleeping with Ayaka, Beidou, Dehya, Candace, and Mona

And just like the last post of this HC a year ago, I am dead tired writing this. We are just destined to repeat the same things, aren't we?

Ayaka fully relaxes into S/O's embrace as her head sinks into the pillow.

She absolutely wants to be the little spoon, and her heart will both melt and beat rapidly as their arms wrap around her waist.

(Ayaka) "Good night, my love."

Ayaka can't help but let out a small giggle as she makes herself comfortable.

She would have to wake up early and go back to attending her duties.

But for now? Ayaka can simply enjoy falling asleep next to S/O, the only worry in her mind of whether she would make them sleep at an awkward angle.

The futons in Inazuma are very low to the ground, and Ayaka's is no exception. However, it is a bit larger and elegantly quilted than a standard futon, giving the two plenty of space to stretch their arms in.

Not that the space is needed, given how closely they cuddle together.

(Beidou) "Finally, time to get some shut-eye. Come on, S/O! We have plenty of room for two!"

That's a lie.

The Captain's bed could only really fit Beidou, but that wouldn't stop her.

Beidou takes off her eyepatch and lets it rest on a nearby table, letting S/O rest their head on her rather large chest.

Her strong arms lock S/O into place as the ship rocks back and forth, almost cradling them to sleep.

The bed itself is comfortable enough if a bit stiff, though it is quite small for two people sharing it at once.

Beidou could rest easy, knowing that her lover was safe in her ars.

Beidou also has a tendency to snore.

(Dehya) "Oh man, I can't wait to sleep, it's been a long day...!"

Dehya stretches her arms before plopping onto the bed, scooting to the side for S/O to lay down next to her.

Depending on her mood, Dehya will hold S/O, make S/O hold her, or simply just remain close to them.

But most of all it depends on the bed. If it's a sleeping bag, she'll typically just lay close to them, but if they're inside an inn, then some sort of physical affection will take place.

She chuckes, seeing the relaxed expression on her S/O's face before closing her eyes.

The bed is quite warm thanks to Dehya's vision, making the cold nights of the desert seem negligible.

Her hair also will poke into S/O's face given how long it is.

(Candace) "Good night, S/O, rest well."

Candace will typically stay up a bit longer than S/O since she needs to keep watch.

She eventually joins them well into the night, trying to be as quiet as she can to not wake them up.

One hand gently caresses their cheek, smiling to herself knowing that her vigilance will keep them and everyone else safe.

Finally, Candace closes her eyes, arms instinctually wrapping around S/O to protect them in their dreams.

Her bed is stiff, yet inviting at the same time. Candace has no desire for anything beyond what she needs to rest, so at times it can be quite cold and rigid to sleep on.

But the moment she arrives to rest with them, both problems go away quickly.

(Mona) "Is it that time already? sigh "I need to finish writing this first, then I'll join you."

Mona usually sleeps in late due to her research or writing blocks.

However, she does truly appreciate the times she can rest with S/O by her side.

Not that she ever mentions that part to them.

With a very deep sigh, she immediately flops onto the bed, forcing S/O to hold her without uttering a word.

Her green eyes immediately shut as she falls asleep almost instantly.

Mona's bed is quite cold due to how often she isn't inside it. It sometimes also contains random books or astrology tools laying on top of their blankets, which S/O keeps finding everytime they lay down and think its clear.

It's honestly very normal with nothing noteworthy about its quality, but due to how cluttered it normally is and how much Mona works, it's the comfiest place in all of Tevyat.

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izalemon · 2 years

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Would you do yandere male elf x reader smut

Yandere m!Elf x f!Reader | SMUT/NSFW/⚠️18+

All His

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, obsessiveness, oral, face sitting (not in the way you think), forced relationship, forced marriage, drugging, bondage

Summary: after finding a portal which leads to a world you’ve only seen in fairytales, you befriend a powerful elf whose obsession with you only grows as the days for by

🔞18 YEAR OLDS AND UP🔞

Author’s note: Thank you for the ask! This is the first one I’ve gotten and I really appreciate it! NONE OF THE ART OR PICTURES ABOVE ARE MINE!!! Also, yet again, there is a difference between fantasy and real life. It is perfectly fine to have rape fantasies so long as that’s how they stay, fantasies. (Or role play) Rape is one of the worst things that can happen to someone so please be careful out there loves❤️ stay safe and don’t go through mysterious portals you find in your grandmothers’ attic.

You never really believed in magic or fairytales or anything alone those lines. So how exactly did you end up here?

On a balcony, dressed in the finest cloth, looking over a magical forest filled with creatures you’ve only see in a dream…or in this case, a nightmare.

Your husband…no…your abductor…stood behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck while his hands held on to your hips. It had been nearly a year of being held by this…creature.

You still remember the first time you met him. It was so clear, so vivid, it was like looking into a mirror. And a mirror it was. A mirror in your grandmother’s attic that is.

You were only meant to spend the summer at her place. Keep her company while she got herself settled into her new home after her retirement, help her move in, and how did that turn out?

Well…after you saw her sneaking up to the attic with, at first a large wrapped object and next a cloth, you decided to do some snooping. And what do you find? A large mirror with a big white cloth over it.

So…she moved a large mirror up two flights of stairs, unwrapped it from the moving foam, only to hide it away in an attic and cover it up again?

I’m sorry but that just didn’t sound right to you. I mean what was so special about this mirror that she would hide it away like this? Something obviously.

And something it was. After you inspected it you found out it lead to some other world. Of course you found out by tripping into it but who needs to know the details? You ended up in a forest, one filled with the most vibrant colors and plants you had never seen in your life. You wandered around until you came across a man. A rather tall man. He looked to be well over 6 foot. 6’6, 6’9 perhaps? More even? He was dressed in elegant clothing fit for royalty.

You explained to him your situation and he seemed to know what you were talking about.

“Oh, yes I know her! Your grandmother did you say she was? Wow, I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed.” He laughed. “Here, I’ll explain everything to you while I have someone set up your way home.”

He told you how your grandmother used to travel through the portal to his world for research. Apparently the two never got along since she would constantly be breaking entries onto the palace grounds to explore. You found it quite comical that she would do something like that, given how stingy she was about rules in her own home.

Whilst he took you through the town and towards the palace, you noticed how everyone was much taller than you.

“You aren’t human…are you?”

“No, I’m afraid we aren’t. Although our races share similar qualities, we are much stronger and live for much longer. Some of us have their theories that we’re more intelligent, but nothing’s been proven.” He told you.

“Oh…so you’re…aliens?”

“I wouldn’t say that since this technically isn’t on another planet, just another dimension. We call ourselves elves.”

“Oh! Like from the Lord of the Rings? Or D&D?”

“Um…I’m not familiar with your media. What is it exactly?”

“Oh, never mind, you probably don’t have them in your dimension.” You sheepishly replied.

And with that, you had made friends with a prince of the Elvish world.

For the next few weeks you would travel to his world and hang out with your newly made friend for a few hours, and return back through the mirror he has in his palace, which drops you off in the forest in your world near you grandmother’s home.

He enjoyed your company much more than your grandmother as far as you could tell. The big giveaway was that he straight up told you.

The two of you were sitting in his large library while you scanned through the vast amounts of other worldly literature while he enjoyed a glass of red wine.

“Your company is far more enjoyable than that of your grandmothers’.” He told you.

“Oh, what makes you say that?” You asked him.

“You’re easier to manage. And you aren’t trying to steal my things.” He chuckled fondly.

“My grandmother tried to rob you?”

“Many times.” He said, standing up and beginning to approach you. “Haven’t you asked her about it?”

“Um…well, no. I didn’t want her to find out I was snooping through her things.” You admitted.

“Hm.” Was all he replied with while he took another sip of his wine.

You proceeded to visit him throughout the whole summer. You wanted to know more about his world. And you wanted to know more about him. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you started to grow feelings for him. Something you would obviously never say out loud. He was from another dimension and was of another species. Although the two of you are of similar intelligence it doesn’t change the fact he’s clearly not human.

When you first started to feel this way to stopped visiting him for three days straight in an attempt to gain control of what you were feeling. But when you returned after your small break, you came back to him rather, so to speak…pissed off.

“Where were you?!” He demanded of you.

“I was busy so I thought I’d just…stay home.”

“I was worried. What if something had happened to you?!”

“Nothing happened! You don’t have to worry!” You told him.

“Just…next time you do that…warn me? Please?” He asked.

“Well what if I’m sick? I can’t exactly predict when I’ll be ill.” You said, giving him a hypothetical smugly.

“Then climb the few flights of stairs you have in your home and come here! I’ll take care of you.”

“You? And just leave my grandmother?” You asked him.

“I’d…I’d…Ugh, listened I’d rather you be here and taken care of under my supervision than worrying about you in another world.” He admitted.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat. You turned away blushing and just nodded your head, worried that anything other than the simple gesture would give away the affect he had on you.

Ever since then you never missed a day.

That was until the end of the summer, when you had to return back to your home.

“You’re leaving?” He asked.

“Yes…the summer is over in my world, and I can’t live with my grandmother forever.” You explained to him.

“How long…how long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure, I didn’t make any other plans to return for as long as I did. But whenever I visit my grandmother I’ll visit you as well.”

The two do you were sitting on a balcony at a small table. He had stopped eating whatever it was he was dining on and simply sat and stared into space.

“You…you can’t just leave like this!” He pleaded with you.

“We both know that this has been coming for a while now. I…I have a life to get back to.” You told him, trying to make him understand.

“What? Was…was I just a vacation? You thought you could just walk into my life and then leave? You can’t just do that to someone! Make them care and just ditch them.” His voice was rising, he was growing desperate.

“What do you expect me to do? Stay here forever? You live for centuries, I only live a few decades. If I do stay I’ll only be taking up a fraction of your life. I would be like a pet, and I don’t want to be someone’s pet.”

“No! You wouldn’t-just…please think about this? Please…” he begged.

You sighed. It hurt you to hurt him like this, but you knew if you kept on living a fantasy you would eventually lose your mind. As much as you cared for him…you needed to get back to your world. Plus, you wouldn’t even be able to survive here if you stayed. You couldn’t digest the food properly, the medicine here doesn’t have an affect on you, and you were far more vulnerable to sickness in this world, sicknesses that couldn’t be treated in yours or theirs. The two of you weren’t even of the same species. How could you stay?

“I’m sorry…I hate to leave on a sour note but you just don’t understand. I can’t leave everything I’ve ever known for you.” You told him before getting up and beginning to walk away.

But you were stopped, he had grabbed your wrist and stood with you, refusing to let you leave that easily.

“Marry me.” He simply put.

“What?”

“Marry me. Please. I love you. There are ways we can extend your life. We have witches and wizards who we can seek the help of. Please…I…I don’t want you to leave me. I can’t bare to see it.” He admitted.

“I can’t marry you.” You whispered, turning away from him. “I…I care for you…but we aren’t even from the same world. Like I said,” You pulled your wrist away. “I can’t leave everything I’ve ever known.” And with that you turned away.

You traveled through the mirror portal that was held in the palace and appeared in the forest next to your grandmother’s house. You were upset you left him like that, you had hoped he would have taken it a little better, but you supposed even that was too hopeful.

That night, after you had packed up all of your things, said your goodbyes to your grandmother due to the fact you were going to be leaving earlier than she would be up, and set up your flight back home, you laid down in bed and attempted to fall asleep. Of course guilt was eating you alive. You felt so bad for leaving him like that but you couldn’t just drop everything for a guy you had only met two months ago.

But he didn’t see it that way. No, not at all. In his eyes you were the only one fit for him. He had never grown so close to someone in such a short amount of time. He had to have you. He needed you. He wanted to marry you. He didn’t care if you were human and that you lived significantly less than him. He’d be damned if he couldn’t find a way to extend your lifespan.

But first he needed you here, with him, in this world.

Of course he would have to also get items like food and drinks from your world due to the fact you couldn’t eat anything from his. It was a shame since if that hadn’t been the case he would destroy the portal which lead back to your world so that you could never leave him.

An inconvenience for sure, but a necessary one.

Since you weren’t coming back to him, he’d just go and get you. He brought a strong chemical that would keep you asleep while moving you along with a few of his guards in case anything unplanned came up.

But luckily nothing like that happened, and now you were safe and in a deep sleep on his massive bed.

Because of the chemical you slept much longer than usual and he watched over you every second he could. When he was busy he sent guards to watch over you and would send them away as soon as he came back.

When you woke up you were frightened and confused but he soon calmed your nerves. Of course you only began to panic once more once you realized he had kidnapped you and wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.

“You can’t do this! I don’t want to marry you! And I certainly don’t want to stay here!” This was apparently the wrong thing to say to him.

Unbeknownst to you, the man apparently had a temper that he managed to hide very well before, but once you said those words to him you realized just to what lengths he would go to make you his.

You didn’t remember falling back asleep. You didn’t remember him drugging you, but you certainly felt it. You felt it in every part of your body. It felt heavy, as if your limbs were being held down by immovable weights.

But it wasn’t just the work of drugs that was holding you down, oh no, there were leather traps buckled around your wrists and ankles, chained to the bed frame.

And…you were only in a bra and panties.

“Have you woken my love?” A voice cooed from the end of the bed, snapping your attention away momentarily from your vulnerable state.

You tilted you head up and saw him standing there. Dressed in all white wearing a see through material that left nothing above the waist to imagination.

You felt your heart thump in your chest. What was he doing? Oh god what was he going to do to you?

“You don’t want to marry me you say? Hmm. Well let me give you a little history lesson my love.” He told to sweetly, as if he didn’t have you tied up to his bed, only dress in your undergarments.

“In my culture,” He sat down next to you. “When two individuals…get intimate…it is seen as binding their souls for eternity. You don’t necessarily have to have a ceremony to be wed, you just need to…oh how would you humans put it? I believe you refer to it as…‘fuck?’”

You cringed and turned away.

“Of course we don’t need to use that verb.” He said, almost panicked that he had made you feel uncomfortable, well…more than you already were. He gently took hold of your chin and tilted it back to him. “I personally prefer the term, ‘make love.’ That’s more what this is isn’t it? Making love…becoming one…”

“Please…don’t do this. I…I’ll marry you, I’ll never leave here again…just…please don’t defile me.” You sobbed.

“Defile you? You think that’s what this is? Why would you refer to such a beautiful act of love as defilement?” He questioned, obviously offended by what you had said.

“We have a word for what you’re about to do to me. To take me without consent. It’s called rape and it’s one of the worst crimes you can commit it my world. So touch me and I swear I will never love you and will never submit to your will. I will scream and struggle so much that neither of us will enjoy it.”

He stared at you…silently.

Then he laughed. He started laughing. Laughing at you, laughing at the situation. Why on earth would he be laughing?

“Oh sweetness. Trust me…this won’t be…what do you call it? Rape? Whatever. Either way…you’ll want it soon enough, I suppose the drugs just need a little longer to kick in.”

What? Drugs? Did he drug you with even more shit? What was it? What would it do to you?

“What drugs?” You dared to ask.

You felt his hand on your chest, beginning to travel down your body. You shivered when it ghosted over your stomach and towards your hips. Only to find its resting place on your clothed cunt, pressing a finger against your clit.

“Ah-!” You yelp. Why did it feel so good? It’s never felt that way before, so why now?

“Oh? Did that feel good? Then I guess the drugs have kicked in. They just needed a little jumpstart.” He chuckled innocently.

No….no they were sex drugs?

You pulled at the chains, desperately trying to wiggled your way out. Out of the restraints, out of his grasp.

“Stop! Stop please! I beg you!” You cried. “I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you please!”

“Oh yes you will.” He uttered, shifting his weight over you and down. His voice sounded further away. “You’ll marry me tonight, when I’m deep inside of you and your begging for more.”

“No.” You couldn’t look at him, you shut your eyes tightly and turned your head away.

“Of course…you need to be prepped first~”

You snapped your eyes back open when you heard that, you didn’t even have time to react completely before he pushed your panties aside and dug in.

Your back arched and your eyes felt as if they had rolled all the way back into your skull. Never had you felt this way before. The drugs obviously were affecting you in a way your body relished but your mind continued to reject it.

His tongue danced around your lower regions. He bit at your thighs, ghosted his tongue over your clit, circled the bud with his wet flesh before sucking on it gently at first before building up to a harsh suck to the point where he was hollowing out his cheeks. And just as you were about to cum he’d stop and repeat the whole process over again.

“Stahh…st-UNG! No! No pleahh…uh! Ah!” You begged breathlessly.

“There’s no point in resisting when it’s clear how much you enjoy it.” He laughed, mouth still partly attached to your pussy.

You couldn’t deny the overwhelming sense of euphoria that coursed throughout your entire body. Nothing had ever felt this good before. Just how much of that drug did he give you?

After continuing to edge you for the next few minutes, minutes which felt like hours to you, he finally stopped and sat back up, staring you down with once kind eyes that had turned into one of a predator.

“Oh my sweet, sweet bride.” He cooed at you, tucking a wet strand of hair that had been suck to your face behind your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me do you?”

“Please…” You sighed.

“Please? Darling, you’re going to have to be more specific than that.” He teased, smiling down at you.

“I…I can’t-!” You cried out. A few more stray tears managed to seep out of your squinting eyes.

“Hmmm…poor thing. You just need to release. These drugs really must be annoying you. Making you feel so needy and sensitive, but I just won’t let you get there. I’m making it sooo difficult for you to fully be able to enjoy yourself…aren’t I?”

You struggled against your binds, you were unable to respond, all you could do was cry. The drugs were clouding your mind, to the point where the only thing you could think of was him. Him and the things he could do to you.

“But before I can cater to your needs dear…” he began. “I’m going to need some help myself.” He leaned down to whisper the last part in your ear, sending shiver down you spine.

You watched as he began to unbuckle his belt. Oh god…what now? You didn’t think you could take any more, yet at the same time the drugs in your system made it feel like you were going to explode if you didn’t get enough. All of these confusing thoughts and emotions swirled around in you mind, clouding your judgment even more than before to the point you hardly noticed him straddling your chest, tilting you head upwards and slipping his cock inside of your mouth.

You whimpered worriedly.

“Shhhh…relax dear. I’ll return the favor soon enough. But for now you can take care of my problem before I take care of yours right?” He asked you innocently, even giving you a little head tilt.

He began to gently rock his hips into your mouth, sliding his aching head and shaft in and out of your unhinged jaw. He felt absolutely blissed out.

Here you were, all his for the taking. The one who he loved so much, who he fell for so quickly. His bride. His little innocent bride who was all his to corrupt. All his to take. And god, you did not disappoint.

Your mouth felt so good. It was difficult for him to keep a consistent pace, but he would. He didn’t want to cause you any strain and made sure to go slowly and precisely, always with a purpose.

“I…I…oh god~ oh god darling-!”

You felt his hand reach out and grip at the base of your head, pulling desperately at your hair. Even now, even with him filling your mouth to its limit, somehow the drugs were even making that feel good. You awkwardly began to bob your head with his movements, you just couldn’t take it. You needed stimulation. You needed him to finish so that he could get back to you.

And with just a few more shaky thrusts, he pulled out of your mouth and came in a small hand towel he had grabbed from the bedside table. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were crimson red.

He wiped off a bit of excess that had spilled onto your cheek, making sure his filth didn’t obscure the beauty that was your flushed face. A face that would look even more beautiful once he was buried deep inside of you, fucking you so intensely that you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name. So passionately that your eyes would cross as you came so hard that your back would arch up into his body so that your only support was your shoulders and his hold on your hips. He wanted to be the only thing that could ground you in a time of such intensity.

Yes…yes that’s what he would do. That’s what he would do for you. It was only fair after everything you’ve done for him.

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, rolling his body and hips against your own.

“You did so well for me. Now be good and don’t make a fuss while I return the favor.” He commanded before taking off your bra and panties, having to rip them due to the restrains. But it’s okay, he would just get you more. He would get you anything you wanted. You were his bride after all. His wife. His cute little human, so small and weak compared to his tall elvish body.

His little human,

…all his.

…his

…his.

“OH-oh…fuck!”

“Ahh! N…no…I…I….”

Your words mixed with each other’s as he plunged deep inside of you. A deep red coated over both of your faces. You turned away…you couldn’t bare to look upon him while he was violating you like this.

But he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

As he thrusted in and out, moving your bodies together, as if they were one. Like they were always meant to be one.

The chains jingled from above you with just how passionate his movements in and out of your body were. Hitting just the right spot each time within you. He needed you to feel as good as he did. He needed you to feel the way he was. And he would, whether you thought you liked it or not, because deep down he knew you did. He knew you loved it.

How could you not?

The sounds you were making proved his point. You were practically singing. Your sweet, angelic voice ringing in his ears, singing a song only the two of you would ever hear. Telling a story only the two of you were in.

He needed you. He needed more of you.

“God! You’re killing me!” He moaned out.

He grabbed the underside of both of your knees and began to press them down, towards you head as far as they would allow, until the chains stopped him.

He huffed, reaching over to snap the chains before continuing to push you knees down towards your body, just enough for you to feel a slight sting.

He began to bounce his hips on top of your beautiful body even harder. You could practically see small hearts in his eyes.

You had given in a while back. What more could you do? The drugs were obviously too strong to fight, and even if you did find the will power to…you were still tied down by your wrists and dealing with a being of inhumanly strength as shown when he snapped the chains like it was some cheap string. He could snap you in half if he wanted to. He might even, considering how unbelievably hard he was pounding into you.

Plus…it’s not like you could form coherent thoughts anyways. The only thing going through your mind was him and the immense amounts of pure euphoria coursing through your veins.

It was exhilarating.

And it soon reached and all time high.

You came hard.

Harder than you ever had before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of he drugs or him. Perhaps both?

Either way, you let out and ear bleeding screech that was muffled with his lips on top of yours again.

The two of you came at once, he had been holding it for a while, waiting for you…to share the experience with.

“I do.” He whispered into your mouth after slightly pulling away from the kiss. Your lips still brushed ups against each other.

“Wha…what?” You asked breathlessly.

You didn’t have any more strength. Your muscles were heavy, you probably couldn’t walk after that, and even if the chains were taken off…you weren’t going anywhere. You could barley shift your head.

“Say it…say I do.” He whispered to you again, lightly grabbing at your jaw.

“I…I do…” you complied, finally letting the sweet release of sleep overtake your body after giving him what he wanted.

He just stared at you. Your peacefully at rest body, underneath him…he could do whatever he wanted with it. But for now…he would simply clean up the mess he made in between your thighs, not wanting his filth contaminating your body longer than it needed.

And with that night you shared…you were his ever since. You haven’t left his side, he hasn’t left yours.

And despite you being his wife…it felt much more like you were his personal prisoner…who he made love to every night and so cruelly made you enjoy it each time.

Who made sure to give you all the affection a lover could ask for. How cruel.

#x reader #yandere smut #x you smut #reader smut #smut #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #x you #yandere elf #elf oc #yandere oc

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Addressing Anti-Endogenics in the Alterhuman Community

I keep seeing posts about being baffled by anti-endogenic alterhumans, but I haven't actually seen too many posts which address why being an anti-endogenic alterhuman doesn't make sense. Nor have I seen many which don't talk down to anti-endogenics or intentionally piss them off, which I think is counter-productive in this. I'm on an essay writing kick so I might as well.

This isn't to try to prove endogenic systems. There are already many who have done this. I'd recommend looking through Endogenic & Non-Traumagenic Plurality Resources by Guardians System. I don't agree with the use of sysmed, but for a link collection, it's very effective. Rather, this is to explain why there is an overlap and why some are concerned.

Because I feel this essay is important, I will be making a bulleted list first, and you can read further if you want the elaboration. I understand not everyone wants to read an over 1,500 word essay.

What is endogenic?: Endogenic for systems means being a system for a reason other than trauma - endogenic systems can still have trauma and dissociation, and the belief of cause can be literally anything including neurological, spirituality, or intentional creation. Many subcultures, some unrelated, exist under it.

System/Otherkin Historical Overlap: Plurality and kin have overlapped for over twenty years. Otherkin was used to mean nonhumans in systems, and fictive came from soulbonding which was/is a very fictionkin-dominant space.

Terminology: System is not DID only and has been used predominantly by endogenic systems since the early 90s. Most plural groups have historically shared terminology and the gatekeeping of such is very recent. This is concerningly close to paralleling what we're seeing with therianthropy gatekeeping.

Subjective Experiences: Trying to explain your subjective experiences to anti-endogenics and anti-kin are alike in being difficult and people not always being receptive to actual studies or arguments.

Similar Spirituality: Spiritual endogenic system origins are very similar to many spiritual alterhuman origins with the difference being level of separation and indiviudality between host/'type or different 'types.

Similar Experiences in Psych: Both alterhumans and endogenic systems have gaps in research and similarities with how we experience degradation from a psychological standpoint or being "insane". What is an endogenic system? This may be the most important thing to get out of the way - as I've noticed many people who are anti-endogenic don't actually know what endogenic means.

Endogenic just means a system that formed for a reason other than trauma. It doesn't say anything about having no trauma at all nor anything about dissociative experiences, and it can be anything from neurological, spiritual, intentionally created, or seemingly random odds. There are several subcultures under this umbrella - including some that don't even use endogenic or origin terminology, or ones that don't use system terminology.

Endogenic systems can have trauma later in life, they can also still have dissociative disorders from that trauma. Endogenic systems can still be diagnosed with DID.

It is a poor binary - but the reason it exists is most conversations surrounding systems have to do with trauma. Origin doesn't always matter when it comes to systems and that is a separate topic, however, it surrounds validation discussion and discourse.

The otherkin and plural communities have overlaped for over twenty years

For a long time there has been a huge overlap between otherkin and fictionkin with plurality in particular - at least for as long as both groups have been making websites and likely longer.

To highlight this the best, the overlap was to the point that "otherkin" was used for nonhuman system members in the past. Dark Personalities circa 2001 defined otherkin as "People in a multiple system who are not human. Often they are walk-ins, claiming to be older than the body in which they reside, and having physical traits very different from the body itself. Multiples are often hosts to otherkin." Source, Kinhost had an otherkin multiple FAQ since 2001 Source, and it even appeared in a list of DID terminology in 2013 Source.

On top of that, the term "fictive" originated within fictionkin-dominant soulbonding spaces. I'd recommend A Timeline of the Fictionkin Community by House of Chimeras for further reading on this.

The overlap exists in many ways in addition to what we have historically. What we deal with when it comes to certain types of discourse is simular, dealing with people against our subjective experiences has the same level of frustration, we have very similar spiritual beliefs in particular, and there are similarities with what we go through in the field of psychology.

Terminology out of the way: "but system is DID only!"

The simple answer is that it's not. I'd highly recommend reading A Brief History of the Use of "System" in Non-DID Spaces by LB-Lee on this subject, as they have been around for longer than my system has and this is a well-researched article. "System" is just a noun for a group of entities that exist in a body.

Terminology has historically been shared between both groups as they're needed. Fictive and headmate for example originated from endogenic groups while "host" seemingly cropped up multiple times independently - and terms like switching and fronting are needed because there isn't a better alternative. This didn't become an "issue" until about 2015 or so.

From a sociological standpoint however, something very similar has almost happened to the therianthropy and otherkin communities and arguably there is a similar problem already happening. There are those who claim that therian and otherkin are spiritual only and completely exclude and gatekeep psychological experiences - or cry someone with clinical lycanthropy using terms like shifting is appropriation. While they can normally be disproved, there are those who double down that this is spiritual-only. These communities are even developing their own binary - spiritual vs. psychological.

While this is a bit of a reverse to what happened with the plural community, that is a note of why these beliefs can be concerning within the alterhuman community. We are getting a bit too close for comfort to restricting and gatekeeping terminology based on a binary, and also teeter on the edge of expecting "proof" of an experience that's very hard to prove.

The nightmare of trying to explain your subjective experiences

As this is an essay for the alterhuman community, I am sure most of you reading this have encountered the scenario of trying to explain your subjective experience to some anti-kin or other group that is not having it. You can try to discuss your nonhuman experiences, cite historical and academic sources, insist with everything you have that what you're experiencing is real, but if someone is set in not believing you, it's ultimately a waste of time. The same thing applies here.

I could give you a long, detailed explanation about why we know we are a system. Many other systems would also be able to do the same thing - and many have tried. Ultimately it's up to you if you want to believe someone's subjective experiences or not - and if you don't believe it, it's up to you if you want to respect them or not.

To also claim that one is appropriating experiences is ridiculous. Are therianthropes appropriating from those with clinical lycanthropy, fictionkin appropriating from delusional misidentification, or otherlinkers appropriating from copinglinkers? There is a broad overlap and some shared terminology for convince over what can be subjectively a very similar experience - and you can't claim with certainty or in good faith that someone's experiences in and of themself are appropriating someone else.

Spiritually, you're likely very close to believing in endogenic systems

While not every otherkin, therian, or other identity inherently believes in spirituality, there is usually some coexistence or respect for others with beliefs different from you as spirituality can be a large element of the community. Most of these spiritual beliefs are already close to how spiritual endogenic systems might experience things.

Almost the exact same mechanisms which create spiritual alterhumanity is the same for spiritual systems. Various terms are already shared between spiritual alterhuman and spiritual system communities (and even non-spiritual system communities): walk-in for spiritual events and source vs. canon for fiction-based identities for example.

Additionally, several experiences are shared between these two groups. Existing in the astral plane or having experiences travelling through the astral for one. Communicating with spirits can also be a part of both - and that's where communities like soulbonding existed in tandum with fictionkin and even created the term fictive itself.

If someone believes in reincarnation and they can talk to and interact with their past selves - that is plural and can be considered an endogenic system. Same for if someone feels that their body at birth gave host to multiple souls. The difference between these experiences and polykin beliefs is just degree of individuality.

In the field of psychology, we are allies

Much of alterhumanity is arguably even less recognized by psychology. There are studies which showcase them of course, but there are also studies which showcase endogenic systems. Neither has many studies for similar reasons - we don't usually have a clinical need for help, and if we do, it can be extremely difficult to get it.

The potential for psych abuse or degradation in psychological settings exists for both of us - with how ridiculous it is to have abnormal other than human experiences, or how insane it is to be a system without fitting the DID model. The otherkin and therian communities in particular have a known saying along the lines of "If someone outside the community asks you for an interview: run" and it can be the same for endogenic systems.

Accusing others of faking their experiences only does harm to all of us. Giving our oppressors and ableists - in the sense of those who mock or degrade experiences for deeming them "insane" - an excuse to do so means they will take it and will use it to turn against others. If someone doesn't believe someone for something like being more than one entity in a physical body for any reason other than trauma, why should they believe you for identifying as nonhuman?

Conclusion

The endogenic and alterhuman communities are intertwined and respect of alterhumanity is in most of the steps the way to respecting all systems. The purpose of this essay is to get anti-endogenic alterhumans to reflect on their beliefs, and I hope that this was successful in doing that.

Others have made essays trying to argue for proof of their existence, and the sources are out there. I'd still implore you to get to know endogenic systems and remember that we are people and not just a discourse topic. Reflecting on our similarities in discourse, spirituality, ableism can help us move forward as communities.

#alterhuman #otherkin #therian #fictionkin #alterhuman essay #Not using plural tags because if the syscoursers find this and try to include counter arguments for a 1874 word essay in our fuckin reblogs

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