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tony-and-peter · 6 years

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This is my version of Kink Bingo, which was created by eruthos and wingswiththings. I looked through the Kink Bingo Dreamwidth account for this challenge when deciding on which kinks/fic ideas to use and used my own imagination as well. With that being said, full credit to them for creating this. I made this for my personal use but anyone can use this if they want to. I’ll also be including my own rules and the definitions for everything. (This is not limited to fic, though that is what I will be using it for.) If you’re looking for the definition for a specific kink, I will be defining them from left to right, starting on the left again for each row change. This is the only bingo card, because, again, this was originally for my use.

You can contact me: @tony-and-peter on tumblr and @/KatHowellLester on AO3. I will be publishing this as well as all my completed works for this on both AO3 and tumblr. If you’d like me to read your works you can create an associated work or gift it to me on AO3 or you can tag or message your work to me on tumblr. Have fun! (rules and information about each kink, including what is required of that kink to fill it’s space, below cut)

Rules/How to Play:

To get a bingo you only have to fill a line (across, down, or diagonal) or you can go for black-out which is filling each space.

To mark off a space, the work must focus on the kink in that space.

While you can add others kinks to a fic/artwork, you cannot mark off two spaces for one work.

To mark off a space, the work must be unwritten, or at least unpublished, before playing this bingo card. You cannot automatically fill a space because you’ve previously written and published a work focusing on that kink.

The blank space should be treated as a wildcard square, meaning you can do whatever kink/fic you want, even if that kink is already on the card. However, if you choose a kink already on the card, there must then be two separate works for that kink, one for the original space and one for the blank space.

Any kink that could be considered roleplay can be taken literally. For example, Student/Teacher can mean that they’re playing a scene or they can be actual student and teacher. This applies to sugar daddy, student/teacher, consensual non-con, ageplay, pet play, and the servitude kink.

Definitions and rules by kink (I recommend doing independent research if you are unsure of the kink or idea; any ideas that are my own you may reach out to me at any time and I will get back to you as soon as I can and answer your questions to the best of my ability):

Voyeurism (as a kink) is defined as ‘gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are engaged in sexual activity.’ It’s up to you who is the voyeur, what they watch, if they join in, how they watch, etc. For example, you can choose if they watch masturbation or sex or something else. You can also choose whether they consensually watch, if it’s in person, etc. In order to fill this space, at least one person must watch at least one other person participate in a sexual activity.

Dom/Sub is part of BDSM. You choose the dom (dominant; the one in control) and the sub (submissive; out of control). No other parts of the BDSM acronym (Bondage & Discipline, Sadism & Masochism) have to be used, but can be. To fill this space, at least one person has to take the dominant role over at least one other’s submissive role. However they convey dominance and submission is up to you, but it must be a clear dynamic.

Bath/Shower sex is any sexual activity that takes place in a bath or shower. If I could’ve fit it in the space, I would also include sex in the ocean, a pool, etc. In order to fill this space, there must be a sexual activity that occurs while in the bath, shower, ocean, pool, or whatever you choose.

Degradation kink refers to sexual gratification at being degraded. Degradation is any act that can be defined as embarrassing, demeaning, or humiliating and gives the submissive party sexual pleasure. An example of this would be sexual pleasure from being called a ‘whore.’ In order to fill this space, one person has to be degraded, verbally or otherwise.

Sugar daddy is one person being the sugar daddy (the rich one; pays the other) and the other being the sugar baby (the one to get paid). This doesn’t have to be sexual and they don’t have to meet. This also doesn’t have to actually be the dynamic; it can be roleplay. To fill this space, it must be conveyed who is the sugar daddy and who is the sugar baby. There must be contact of some kind, physically, verbally, through text, etc. beyond monetary transactions.

Cross-Dressing is when at least one person dresses according to the opposite gender’s socially correct attire. So, a male would dress like a female and vice versa. It can be limited to either outerwear or underwear, but can also be both. It can be humiliating or not. Again, details are up to you. To fill this space, at least one person must cross-dress and the other must see it.

Stripper is when at least one person is or does a stripping routine. This can be AU or not, it’s up to you. If the person is a stripper, then they must perform at least one routine for the other person. If they aren’t a stripper, then they can either perform a routine or simply do a striptease. To fill this space, at least one person must strip for the other person.

Student/Teacher can be either roleplay or AU. One person plays the teacher and the other plays student. It must be obvious which is which. To fill this space, at least one person must be the student and the another must be the teacher. They have to engage in at least one sexual or semi-sexual act.

Overstimulation is a kink about being pleasured until it becomes unbearable or uncomfortable. To fill this space, at least one person must be overstimulated, whether it’s by edging, multiple orgasms, etc.

Bruises/Hickey kink is a kink for being bruised or bruising another person. This can be seen as a possessive kink, pain kink, or otherwise. Bruising applies to hickeys. To fill this space, at least one person must be bruised, and at least one person, either the one being bruised or the one bruising, must find sexual pleasure in it.

Consensual Non-Con is a kink for consensual rape. Disclaimer: I do not condone rape or sexual assault of any kind, which is why I specifically put CONSENSUAL non-con. With that being said, I will personally write it so that both parties consent, but this is a detail that is up to you. In order to fill this space, at least one person must commit at least one non-consensual act to at least one other person, whether or not both consent. Again, I will personally write with mutual consent, but you don’t have to.

Date auction is an idea that I ripped off from the movie White Chicks. So, you can choose what the auction is for (like charity) and what the bidder gets (date, sex, etc). In order to fill this space, at least one person must bid on and win at least one other person, and engage in a date, sex, or whatever you choose. You do not have to include the auction in your work. However, it must be made clear that the auction is the reason for the arrangement.

Ageplay is a subgenre of dom/sub. The submissive party is a little, or in a childlike state. The dominant party is their caregiver. This kink includes the daddy/mommy kink. In order to fill this space, there must be at least one little and at least one caregiver. You don’t have to use the daddy/mommy kink and the little doesn’t have to use any little items (pacifiers, bottles, etc). However, it must be obvious that someone is a little and the other is their caregiver.

Breathplay is a kink that encompasses many. This can include a gaining sexual pleasure from feeling someone’s breath, being choked, etc. In order to fill this space, at least one person must gain sexual gratification from breathplay, whether it be choking, the feeling of breath, etc

Sex pollen is a fanfiction trope that is basically ‘fuck or die.’ The sex pollen doesn’t have to be pollen. It can be anything from a drug to an illness to a curse. You also don’t have to take ‘fuck or die’ literally, but generally the sex pollen trope exists so that the effects of the pollen (extreme arousal) don’t subside unless the person affected has sex, and doesn’t just masturbate. In order to fill this space, at least one person must be affected by the sex pollen and at least one other person must help them deal with it.

Petplay is another subgenre of dom/sub. One person is the pet while the other is the owner. In order to fill this space, there must be at least one pet and one caregiver. The pet doesn’t need any pet items (tail, ears, collar, etc) and doesn’t necessarily have to crawl or avoid speech, ss long as it is obvious that it is petplay and not simply dom/sub.

Double penetration is pretty self-explanatory. In order to fill this space, at least one person must be penetrated by two things, at the same time. This can be two dicks, two dildos, or one of each. I will also extend this to say that the space can be filled even if the penetration doesn’t occur in the same hole, but still at the same time. For example, if they have a dick in their mouth and their ass, that counts. In order for it to count, it must be an actual dick or something around the same size (dildo, vibes, whatever) but cannot be small like fingers.

Orgasm control is a broad kink, so you can pick and choose what you want to do. Orgasm control includes, but is not limited to, orgasm delay and denial usually by another person. This can be done by using toys, like a cock ring, but doesn’t have to be. To fill this space, at least one person must have their orgasm either delayed or denied physically. They must be aroused in some way and then have it delayed or denied, and it cannot be simply denied verbally, unless it is apart of a power imbalance, such as a sub being told not to cum or not to touch without permission.

Phone sex applies to full or partial sexual gratification over the phone. This can be either over the phone or video-chat, but not only over text. To fill this space, at least one person must receive physical pleasure from the call, to the point that they masturbate in some way (fingering, jerking off, grinding, etc), not just a sexual talk over the phone. They don’t have to reach orgasm, and it doesn’t have to only be over the phone. It can start on the phone then escalate to real life, if you want.

Possession kink is another broad kink. To fill this space, at least one person receives some form of sexual gratification from possessing or being possessed by another person. Possession can be a collar, hickeys, even a marriage proposal. It doesn’t have to be physical, it could be just having the other person declare to be theirs or owned by them, as long as it causes sexual pleasure.

Sex toys applies to any sex toy. To fill this space, at least one person must use a sex toy. It can be any toy, and it doesn’t have to bring them to orgasm.

Praise kink is a kink for being praised, or receiving approval. To fill this space, at least one person has to find sexual pleasure in being praised. An example of praise would be ‘good girl/boy.’ The praise doesn’t have to be positive (for example: good slut) as long as the sexual pleasure comes specifically from the praise.

Feminisation kink applies to any feminisation made towards a character. If the character is female, however, it must be hyper-feminine to a point that would be considered over the top for that character. Feminisation can apply to crossdressing, referring to male genitalia as a pussy or something similar, calling a male a good girl or something similar, etc. To fill this space, at least one person must be feminised.

Servitude kink applies to any kink dynamic where one person is serving the other. This includes, but is not limited to, maids, slaves, and prostitutes. Any roles that could be considered one serving the other counts. To fill this space, at least one person has to serve at least one other person. This doesn’t have to include any sexual act as the actual kink isn’t based on sex, but rather satisfaction in serving another person.

Any and all questions can be directed to me: @tony-and-peter on tumblr and @/KatHowellLester on AO3.

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donnerpartyofone · 6 years

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ramblings

honestly i hate it when people use this word in their content or URLs. i hate it as much and in the same way that i hate the overuse of the word “random”. both represent tactics designed to absolve the user of any obligation to communicate clearly, stand by their opinions, or otherwise allow that the things they choose to do and say and support are symptomatic of who they really are as an individual--as if the things that you engage with are just “something that happened”, like the weather, and there’s some separate secret “you” that has nothing to do with the waves of activity that appear to emanate from your person. not that everything has to be a manifesto, but constantly qualifying your every action or feeling as chaotic and indeterminate is insecure at best and fraudulent at worst. at any degree of severity, it is at the very least just fucking annoying.

but, i’m thinking about quitting tumblr again, and this line of thought could probably be safely categorized as a ramble. i mean i’ve been thinking about it for years, as much as anybody of my vintage does, although my ordinary complaints have just had to do with obnoxious technical and community issues. this net neutrality disaster is really pushing my buttons. can i really afford, mentally, to keep using a yahoo product? but the thing is, as soon as i think this, i’m assailed by internal synthetic echoes of the kinds of radical voices i’ve absorbed from tumblr itself. this is one of my worst personal problems, that i internalize other people’s voices with extreme success. so, as soon as i think about boycotting yahoo by leaving tumblr, i involuntarily imagine someone telling me that i’m an elitist pig for theatrically divorcing myself from a major corporation when many people, who are perhaps the most victimized by corporate behavior, can’t even choose to remove toxic corporate material from their lives, and that my empty gesture is even less than symbolic when i don’t know who picked the orange sitting on my desk and i’m typing this out using a slave-manufactured Apple product furnished by my employer who rather famously tortures its blue collar employees. this morning i was feeling good about using up leftovers for my lunch instead of letting them turn into climate-destroying food waste, until i thought about where the stray mayo packet i just used was going to wind up, and moreover where the plastic bag i used to tie up that trash was going to wind up, and what an asshole i was for thinking about how i can recycle the tin foil i wrapped my sandwich in when in fact recycling plants have been linked to cancer in their employees. i may have congratulated myself this morning for repairing my thrifted shoes with glue instead of throwing them out and replacing them, but the fact that they’re under my feet right now and for as long as i can keep them doesn’t affect the fact that some animal is going to be choking on them when i can no longer make use of them. so, the same internalized radical voice that calls me a huge piece of shit for participating in this or that march or protest, even though i do vote and i do put money toward needs and causes when i can, that voice is definitely here to tell me that dramatically leaving tumblr after seven years makes me at least as much of an asshole as does continuing to use it.

if you exist anywhere left of center lately, your available political energy is pretty routinely sapped by infighting that seems to insist that if your intentions as well as your strategies are not absolutely virginally pure, then you need to just shut the fuck up and pull on your hair shirt and bury yourself alive until a real rain comes to wash all the scum off the streets. it’s like, no progress shall be made until a progress arrives that simultaneously and equally improves all areas of life, leaving no remote potential for debate in its glistening wake. nothing you do matters because everything you do is evil and there is no shortage of people who can prove it to you. the cultural climate i live in has made me really adept at proving it to myself. like the second you think even of certain A list celebrities who use the rewards of their meteoric careers in order to give back to their communities, you can say, well, what’s the carbon footprint of one of their concerts? what’s the point of doing anything at all? it feels like there are really just two ways you can live your life: you can aim for self-actualization, which may do wonders for your personal identity but which seems to require constant material sacrifice on the part of everything around you, OR you can relegate yourself to some sort of extreme jainist existence in which you deprive yourself of every personal indulgence to the point that your individuality is so degraded that the question of the meaning of your life looms larger than ever in relief.

there’s also the question, as evidenced by all this leftist infighting, of who is even smart enough to think of as much as one thing to do that’s actually a good thing to do. even if i were to let go of my entire life as it is to commit myself puritanically to some cause, it seems like a sure thing that i’d pick the wrong cause, with a world of negative side effects for other causes. and on the general matter of choosing sides, i don’t even think i know what, like, anything is anymore. i saw this post float by the other day that said something about how sick the OP was of the fierce leftist protection of sexual predators, as if defending rapists were a popular tenant in left-of-center parties, and the post had tens of thousands of notes and i just couldn’t figure out what the fuck it was even referring to from real life. i understand that there’s a lot of talk about how, speaking in very limited terms, “democrats are as bad as republicans”, and i understand what that’s about structurally speaking, but as far as “left” and “right” goes it seems like the language has completely broken down to the point that it doesn’t even refer to anything anymore other than some almost facelessly broad ideas about whether you think the government should help you or leave you alone about X. maybe what i’m really trying to say here is just that i have no idea what the fuck anyone is talking about to the point that just being alive is like being permanently trapped in some foreign country without a single cent of local currency.

so anyway, once i’ve achieved a subterranean level of depression over the fucked up shit that happens as a direct result of every minute that i even exist on the planet earth, i ALSO start to collapse under the slings and arrows of another internalized voice, that of a shitheaded rightwing alpha dog who sees guilt as a symptom of extreme weakness, of useless fragility. and to some degree that’s true, if my main state of being is this dissolving soreness, then how could i possibly be effective even at something that appears to be “the right thing to do”? and moreover it’s like if every single thing i could conceivably do with my life is categorizable as “evil”, then “evil” ceases to be a worthwhile judgment to make and abide by. everything is nothing and nothing is everything so you might as well just do whatever you want, right? but of course that’s not acceptable because in doing whatever i want, with no regard for the worldly consequences, i still feel terrible. so to try to treat that condition, i for-just-one-instance choose to go to the tiny neighborhood grocer next door to the constantly-expanding chain store right next to him, and i remember to bring cloth reusable grocery bags, which of course i know will just be choking out flora and fauna after i’m dead or stopped using them, and then the radical leftist voice in my head berates me for just “doing good” as a hollow gesture designed to make myself feel and look better, and we’re back to everything is nothing and nothing is everything all over again.

and why even worry about this, or literally anything, when at any moment we’re all going to be bombed off the face of the planet because we’ve elected, seemingly for entertainment’s sake, this scandalous id monster who isn’t even a real politician? i’m running out of these daily pills that i need for some real dumbass reasons, and i need to make an appointment for my annual medical humiliation in order to get more of them, but it’s so hard to care. over the last several years i built up a certain amount of personal pride by “being brave” and submitting myself to normal adult maintenance routines, but the more of them i’ve been through, the more they just feel like some sort of kafkaesque ritual whose only result is its own existence. and if i’m just going to boil to death in the rising oceans anyway, why bother?

the most rational idea that my tiny shitty brain is able to come up with is that the best most of us can do is to just do what feels “right”, as often as is practically feasible. so i think, well, leaving tumblr would be a thing, even if it doesn’t make a real difference in real life, it would be something i did based on a feeling of at-least-vague altruism. but then i think of all my friends here, people who are remote and in bad spots in their lives who i can at monitor in some well-meaning way, and i think about my family members here and their excellent art projects that are facilitated by this place, and like doesn’t my thought process indicate that i think all of THOSE people are evil parasites too? i mean what is the ultimate extension of the logic i’m trying to employ here? when i think about that i feel like a bigger sack of shit than ever before. then i kind of start thinking about all the people in the history of my life who have openly categorized my depression, whatever its sources and symptoms at the time, as just me being a pill, being difficult, being negative, being counterproductive, looking for attention: the explicit or tacit response being, “why don’t you just _______?” but i don’t know what this ________ is that’s supposed to replace all my feelings and behavior. i guess that’s kind of the point of this whole thing, that i have no idea what the alternative is supposed to be, to all this, and how i can “just” do that instead.

so, maybe just because it’s something to do, i’m thinking of moving over to blogspot or something that makes me feel even slightly less complicit in the actions of these cartoon villains that run everything. i understand that if i do that, then i’ll be lucky to maintain relationships with even like ten of the people whose presence here i know and love. i assume i would just continue on as normal, although without the benefit of this often-amazing kaleidoscopic font of images and ideas, and the ability to glibly inject some “hilarious” thought of mine into other people’s uptake streams, and the surprise discovery of new and exciting people via the entropy that rules my dash. or maybe i won’t risk all that, and i’ll just sit tight right here, because what really would be the actual result of my bailing? maybe i’ll just delete this later today, when i’m feeling sufficiently embarrassed and overexposed about it. i guess i’m going to go spend money i don’t deserve to make on some stuff that i don’t need to have, in a place that damages the world when i have to live in both obvious and invisible ways, while i think it over, for the rest of my natural life.

#deletable

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