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victorian-cocaine · 1 month
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Can you please help me get the word out about trans woman being persecuted in the UK? They are right now tarring Scarlet Blake up for crimes she DID NOT commit. It’s instead fabrication by an ex taking PRIVATE CONVERSATION that was venting way out of proportion. This is very similar to what is done against so many trans women who everyone itches to see in the worst light.
This is very important, aged light on trans issues.
In the same vein, since my following is mainly Argentinian: in La Plata we are working on a collect of food and hygienic products for vulnerable trans youth, we will set up a donations account soon.
Shed light wherever you can about trans issues! We must help each other out!
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victorian-cocaine · 2 months
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THE SHIP WARS ROUND TWO
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victorian-cocaine · 2 months
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PSA that has been given 100 times already but needs to be said again:
The reason you, gen Z queers, need to be kink positive isn't because you support those kinks. It is okay to be disgusted by them, actually.
The reason you need to support kinksters is because "these kinks are disgusting" is the framework the alt-right is using and will continue to use to outlaw you. They don't think you're any different from the guys at Pride in leather puppy suits. They think your ENTIRE EXISTENCE is sexual. They think you holding hands with someone of the same gender, or existing as a trans person at all, is the same as a straight couple playing tonsil hockey in public.
YOU ARE A FETISH TO THEM. That is all you will ever be to the alt-right. They will never see you as human. When they talk about "our children being exposed to sexual perversion" they don't mean BDSM like you think they do. They mean YOU.
The only way to preserve your own existence is to fight for the right of kink to exist, because the instant kink becomes taboo or outlawed again*, rest assured, the alt-right will become MUCH more transparent about just what they think about your existence.
When you harp on about disgusting kinks and how they need to be hidden or outlawed and how they're harmful and everyone who does them is (insert thing here), you are giving the alt-right the tools they will use to imprison you as soon as they have unchecked power to do so.
THAT is why kinksters have been part of the queer community, part of Pride, from the start. Because the only way to keep our community safe is by truly ensuring everyone has unlimited sexual autonomy so long as the activity is taking place between consenting adults. It's just like how abortion-related laws are the lynchpin for all manner of medical autonomy laws.
The queer community can't stand without kinksters and vice versa. Even if you yourself aren't a kinkster and find them disgusting, like it or not, that is just how it is.
*Sodomy was illegal in Texas until 2003 and the law is still on the books, just not allowed to be enforced thanks to Lawrence v Texas, which SCOTUS has said they have an interest in striking down
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victorian-cocaine · 2 months
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Nom or chomp
Nomnomnommm
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victorian-cocaine · 2 months
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Fuck it, can we now have a poll but with which is worse, darle armas a las empanadas , o a las milanesas? pls ?
Ok
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victorian-cocaine · 3 months
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>First, we’ve discovered that about a quarter of all the internet connection in or out of the house were ad related. In a few hours, that’s about 10,000 out of 40,000 processed.
>We also discovered that every link on Twitter was blocked. This was solved by whitelisting the https://t.co domain.
>Once out browsing the Web, everything is loading pretty much instantly. It turns out most of that Page Loading malarkey we’ve been accustomed to is related to sites running auctions to sell Ad space to show you before the page loads. All gone now.
>We then found that the Samsung TV (which I really like) is very fond of yapping all about itself to Samsung HQ. All stopped now. No sign of any breakages in its function, so I’m happy enough with that.
>The primary source of distress came from the habitual Lemmings player in the house, who found they could no longer watch ads to build up their in-app gold. A workaround is being considered for this.
>The next ambition is to advance the Ad blocking so that it seamlessly removed YouTube Ads. This is the subject of ongoing research, and tinkering continues. All in all, a very successful experiment.
>Certainly this exceeds my equivalent childhood project of disassembling and assembling our rotary dial telephone. A project whose only utility was finding out how to make the phone ring when nobody was calling.
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>Update: All4 on the telly appears not to have any ads any more. Goodbye Arnold Clarke!
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>Lemmings problem now solved.
>Can confirm, after small tests, that RTÉ Player ads are now gone and the player on the phone is now just delivering swift, ad free streams at first click.
>Some queries along the lines of “Are you not stealing the internet?” Firstly, this is my network, so I may set it up as I please (or, you know, my son can do it and I can give him a stupid thumbs up in response). But there is a wider question, based on the ads=internet model.
>I’m afraid I passed the You Wouldn’t Download A Car point back when I first installed ad-blocking plug-ins on a browser. But consider my chatty TV. Individual consumer choice is not the method of addressing pervasive commercial surveillance.
>Should I feel morally obliged not to mute the TV when the ads come on? No, this is a standing tension- a clash of interests. But I think my interest in my family not being under intrusive or covert surveillance at home is superior to the ad company’s wish to profile them.
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>Aside: 24 hours of Pi Hole stats suggests that Samsung TVs are very chatty. 14,170 chats a day.
>YouTube blocking seems difficult, as the ads usually come from the same domain as the videos. Haven’t tried it, but all of the content can also be delivered from a no-cookies version of the YouTube domain, which doesn’t have the ads. I have asked my son to poke at that idea.
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victorian-cocaine · 3 months
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What does UBA mean?
It's the University of Buenos Aires
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victorian-cocaine · 6 months
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Silas the Incubus
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A strange home owned by an eccentric lady is filled to the brim with all sorts of strange and interesting creatures, rooms, relics, and a handsome butler happy to help.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
A few years ago, during a rather routine art festival in your local town, a strange woman approached you. She bought everything in your booth, and handed you her card so you could schedule a meeting. The woman was Lady St. Clair, a wealthy aristocrat well known for her eccentricities and penchant for causing trouble amongst her own kind.
The meeting was actually a job offer for you. She hired you on as her in house artist and the pay was, to say the least, ludicrous. It would have been insane for you to turn it down, but from all the rumors you had heard, it would also be insane to stay.
You chose the money.
Since then you had lived in her palatial estate, painting her guests, her trophies, her pets, whatever she wanted and whatever you wanted to do. It was actually quite the elegant lifestyle for you, one you never assumed you’d ever see in your life.
“Look at you! Painting so early in the morning.” Lady St. Clair stepped into the ball room where you had your easel set up. “What are you working on?” She leaned over your shoulder and the fluffy feathers upon her robe tickled your ear.
You pointed at the congregation of black cats gathered outside the ceiling to floor glass windows. At first it looked like a dead body laid out there, but closer inspection revealed a large number of black cats.
“Oh they’ve come back!” Lady St. Clair cheered. “Wonderful. I’ll leave you at it then. I’ll send Silas with your morning tea.” She scurried off, giggling and chatting to herself, or perhaps one of the ghosts within the house. She kept several.
Sometime later you heard the hard clacking of Silas’ heels walking across the floor. He set up a small tray table beside you and placed your usual pot of tea and cup upon it.
“Thank you, Silas.” You turned and smiled up at him, seeing he was as stoned faced as ever.
Silas placed a single cube of sugar into your cup then elegantly poured tea over it. “Will that be all this morning, Ms. Artist?”
Silas was, of course, Lady’s head butler and the chief of her staff. He’d been with her for ages from what you could tell. He was tall, and regal, quite possibly the most graceful person you’d ever seen move. His deep red skin was flecked by freckles that shone like gold, which matched his sharp eyes perfectly. He wore glasses with little chains that dangled down against his cheeks, and his dark hair was always slicked back, never a lock out of place.
“Would you be a dear and pose for me today?” You asked.
Silas looked down the bridge of his nose at you. “Afraid that won’t be possible.”
You pouted. “You never want to pose for me Silas, and yet you’re the most beautiful creature within these walls.”
Silas cleared his throat and pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Sugarcoat me all you want, Ms. Artist, but I have given my answer. And it will be the same answer every time you ask, just as it has been before.”
You smiled. “I still like to ask.”
He sighed. “I know you do. Now, aside from that, will the tea be all for you?”
“For now.” You took the cup and sipped. The jasmine tea was still quite hot, just the way you liked it. “Thank you, Silas.”
He bowed his head, then turned on his stiletto heel, clacking across the floor in a pleasant rhythm.
Silas was another one of Lady’s discoveries. Although you hadn’t heard the full story, you knew Silas was an incubus and had been held in the home of one of Lady’s former friends. Apparently there had been a fight and Lady won, but you didn’t know the rest of the story. Silas was dedicated to Lady and she doted on him. You found his uptightness appealing, as well as his beauty. Ever since you came to the estate, you had longed to paint him. But the idea of it flustered him, so he turned you down more times than you could count.
The mass of black cats spread out like oil as the sun rose, they moved as one and stretched further into the sunlight. They leaked down upon the stairs and moved out towards the garden to lay about in the soft grass and the feet of the stone statues who bent to pet them.
You set your easel and supplies aside, and gathered the teapot and cup to take to the kitchen. Lady’s estate was no minimalist dream house, every inch of wall was covered with something unique and interesting. The halls were never the same twice, thanks to her collections of rescued spirits, gremlins, and other houseguests.
You came across Silas in the hallway. He was bent over, offering various bits of food to the fairy mice who lived in the walls. They gathered around his hand, taking what they wanted and happily dancing about him.
Silas had the softest smile upon his lips, but it faded once he realized you were watching him. “Go along now,” he said to the fairy mice. “I have work to do.” He rose as the fairy mice filed back into the wall and he smoothed his clothing down.
“I’ll take that from you.” He motioned towards the teapot.
“I don’t mind walking down to the kitchen. I can say hello to Agatha.” You noticed one of the fairy mice coming out of his front pocket. “Aren’t you adorable?”
A flustered expression came to Silas’ face and he flinched, his long tail swishing behind him. “I beg your pardon.”
You pointed at his chest, and the gold freckles on his face shined. “You have a stowaway.”
He looked down, sighing with relief at seeing the fairy mouse. “Yes, well-” He plucked them from his pocket and set them back down at the tiny doorway. “Go along now.”
“You really do take care of everybody here,” you remarked.
Silas stood back up and his stern expression returned. “It’s my job.”
“I know. But you genuinely take care of people. It’s not just a job.” You followed alongside him, both of you heading towards the kitchen.
“How else would I treat them?” Silas’ heels clicked along the floor, and his tail swayed behind him.
“I’ve worked for some people who could show you a thing or two, but I would rather they didn’t. I like you just as you are.”
Silas' tail twitched and there was a slightly different pinch to his brows.
“That’s why I would like to paint you.”
“I knew it,” he sniffed. “Don’t try your wiles on me, Ms. Artist. I have no desire to pose for one of your paintings. I have far too much to do around here to sit still forever.”
“Not forever,” you giggled.
Silas opened the door to the kitchen for you and leaned down to your level. “Then stop trying to fluster me, Ms. Artist, it won’t work.”
You adjusted the square in his front pocket. “Then stop making it so easy.” You walked inside, setting the teapot and cup by the sink.
“Good afternoon, dear!” Agatha announced. The door to the stove opened and little dancing sparks flickered upon the grate.
You smiled at the flame inside. “Good afternoon, Agatha! How are you doing?”
The fire inside smiled and fluffed. “Can’t complain, can’t complain. Working on anything special today?”
From the corner of your eye you saw Silas getting a tray to bring Lady her tea and cookies. “Oh yes! Silas has finally agreed to pose for me.”
Silas was opening a pack of cookies just as you said this, and he opened them a bit too hard so they flung everywhere. He pointed a finger at you and glared.
Agatha and you both snickered and giggled. The door of the stove waved you closer and you came to stand before her.
“He’s crazy about you, he just won’t admit it!” Agatha whispered.
You tapped a finger to your lips. “Hush now, I’m just happy to be here”
Silas purposefully cleared his throat loudly.
“Yes, yes, we hear you!” Agatha huffed at him. “Can’t us girls gossip?”
Silas rolled his eyes and continued setting up the tray.
“Tell me, Agatha, what does the night hold tonight?” You asked.
Agatha sighed and her flames became even and soft. “There’s going to be a small disruption in the night. Something strange is going to happen.”
“Strange?” Silas asked, perking up from his duties.
“How odd,” Agatha mused. “I’ve never felt a change like this. The black cats are meowing about a passing in the sky.”
Silas walked closer to you and Agatha. “You didn’t mention this earlier.”
“Well it was different earlier. That’s what I mean by change, young man,” Agatha huffed out smoke. “The moon won’t be alone tonight.”
Silas stiffened and had a strange look in his eyes. “Excuse me.” he walked away quickly, leaving the cookies and Lady’s tea unattended to.
Agatha waved the stove door at you. “Go after him.”
You chased after him, but he was walking so fast you could barely keep up. You ran to catch him, grabbing hold of his arm, but he still kept going.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him.
“Nothing to worry about,” Silas quipped.
You managed to keep up with him. “I’ve never seen you act like this. Obviously something Agatha said has bothered you. And if it concerns you then I should be too.”
Silas came to a halt and held your wrist in his hand. “It is nothing for you to worry about. Go back to painting and doing your craft, Ms. Artist. That is what I want you to do.”
Something about those words touched you. “But how can I work when I am worried?”
His eyes softened and he released your hand. “As I said, there is nothing to worry about. Trust me?”
You pouted but nodded. “Fine. I’ll trust you. But if I hear anything concerning, I will pester you again.”
Silas smoothed down the front of his clothes. “I am sure you will. Now excuse me.” He continued his rushed pace down the hall while you stood and watched.
You didn’t see Silas the rest of the day, even at supper he was noticeably missing. As the sun began to set, you waited by your window to see what this strange change Agatha mentioned could be. You saw storm clouds begin to gather, and as they covered the moon it shone pale pink. The rain that fell held the same pink glow, and the air became crisp like an apple.
You turned to fetch your sketchbook, but when you turned back to the window there was a figure standing in it. You chucked  a pencil at the window in fright, but it bounced off harmlessly.
“Let me in.” The voice that beckoned was familiar.
“We’re on the third floor, you know that right?” You fussed back at it.
“Ms. Artist,” they said. “Just open the window.”
You furrowed your brow. “Silas?” You approached the window, holding up a candle to see better. The gold freckles on his skin shined and his tail tapped against the glass.
“What are you doing?” You unlocked the window, opening it so Silas could step inside.
He slipped down onto the ground, barefoot and only wearing a long tunic which was wet and clinging to his body. He sighed, brushing his hair back away from his face, the first time you’d ever seen it so free.
“Silas,” you urged.
He chuckled and looked at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light. “What a night huh?” He turned back towards the window, looking up at the pink glow. “Ever seen anything like this, Ms. Artist?”
You held your heavy sketchbook to your chest, ready to strike this imposter if need be.
Silas leaned out the window, opening his mouth and letting out his long tongue to catch the rain.
“You look like Silas, but I don’t think you are?”
He turned, licking his lips. “I told you today to trust me.”
You swallowed. “That was a different matter. I promised not to worry, but right now your behavior is extremely worrisome. I don’t know this Silas.”
Silas leaned back against the wall. “I can’t stay in control all the time, you know? No one can. There are moments when I am at my weakest. As an incubus, those moments I can sense coming.”
You looked him up and down with concern. “Let me take you to your room, Silas.”
“No. I want to be here.” Silas stood and reached for you, grabbing hold of your shoulders. “I can’t be alone. I can’t-” his voice choked.
“Calm down. It’s okay.” You set your sketchbook aside and took hold of his hands. “What’s going on, Silas? Talk to me?”
Silas squeezed your hands tight. “This night wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t ready.”
You glanced towards the pink glow of the moon then back to Silas’ eyes. “What's going on?” You asked.
“An enchanted storm,” his voice was beginning to sound like the usual Silas. “It affects the moon and I can’t-” He leaned in closer to you. “I can’t hold onto myself.” His lips brush against your cheek. “It makes me lonely and I crave-” He kissed your neck and moaned against you.
You pushed against him, but his kiss was making you flood with warmth all over. “Silas! Silas listen to me!” Your lashes fluttered and you moaned. “Silas…you’re…” You turned and met his kiss, tasting the sweet rain that lingered there. You held your hands around his face, wanting to shove him back but you couldn’t force yourself to do it.
Silas pulled back, breathing deeply as he looked at you. “Please, don’t make me sleep alone tonight.”
“Just sleep,” you insisted. You took Silas to your bed and he stripped off his wet tunic. He laid beside you, kissing you more. He suckled upon your breast, teasing your erect nipples with the soft touch of his tongue. He eventually fell asleep, his naked body was warm as it wrapped around you.
He was still there come morning, and he looked so beautifully peaceful beside you. You brushed his hair away from his brow and he began to stir. His eyes slightly cracked and he sat up like a shot.
“Oh my god!” He stepped out of bed. “Oh no-” he looked down, seeing he was naked and grabbed the blanket from you to cover himself. “What have I done?”
“Nothing, it’s okay!”
He darted away from you. “I’m so sorry! I don’t…It was-” He pressed himself against the wall and covered his head with your blanket.
You approached him but he yanked away. “Nothing happened. You kissed me a bit and you fell asleep.”
“That’s still mortifying!” He cried out.
“You didn’t seem to have much control last night. It’s okay.”
“That’s no excuse. I took every precaution yesterday. But it still wasn’t enough! I failed! I’m miserable!”
“Whoa there, calm down.” You peeled back the blanket to see the panicked look upon his face. “Tell me what’s going on. What happened last night?”
“I try my best to get all I need from taking care of Lady and the people here. But the storm last night, the enchantment, it made me crave. As an incubus, I can’t let that control me.”
You nodded. “Oh, you were horny.”
Silas cupped his hand around your mouth to silence you. “Hush up now. What happened last night must stay between us, Ms. Artist, do you understand? I would be mortified if anyone were to find out. I wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye.” He couldn’t even look at you as he spoke.
You shook your head and gently pushed his hand aside. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. We all get those urges. I’m kind of flattered you came to me.”
He glared and showed his teeth. “Those urges can get an incubus in trouble, and I won’t lose the only home I’ve ever cared about because of them.”
It wasn’t often you got to see Silas being so open and vulnerable. Even if he was scared and angry at himself, it was still nice to see him be honest about his feelings.
“You don’t need to worry about losing this place. Everyone here understands something about this.” You combed his hair back away from his face. “I won’t say anything.”
He sighed with relief. “Thank you.”
A big smile then cracked your face. “But, since you did give me a big fright last night, I am going to need a favor from you.”
Silas glared. “Oh no.”
“Nothing too awful mind you!”
“I know what you want, you demon,” Silas snarled.
“Then what do you say?”
Silas exhaled slowly. “I suppose I have no choice. I do owe you for last night, so I am afraid I have to give in.”
You clapped your hands together excitedly. “Not to worry. I won’t make you miss any work or anything. We can work together in the evenings if you would prefer.”
Silas scoffed and looked away. “Fine. But I am not posing in some ridiculous manner. You may be painting me, but I will have all say on my pose and how I am presented.”
“That’s fine. I want you natural.”
Silas looked down under the blanket. “Speaking of natural. Why am I naked? What happened?”
You picked up his tunic from the floor. “You came through my window in just this.”
Silas scoffed and turned around, dropping the blanket so he could put the tunic back on. “I remember now. I crawled out my window and came here. I could smell-” He stopped, turning back to look at you. “Never mind. I suppose I should make my way back to my room the same way. It’s locked from the outside.” His eyes fell upon your breast and the golden freckles all over his body glowed. “I will deliver your jasmine tea as usual, Ms. Artist.” he was regaining his usual composure with a surprising ease.
You caught him before he could leave and gave him a tight hug. “It’s okay. I’m glad you felt safe with me last night.”
He cleared his throat and huffed. “Yes, well-” He pushed you back. He climbed onto the windowsill then looked back at you. “Our secret, so I suppose I will trust you this time.”
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Silas sat stiffly in his chair while you sketched on the canvas. The little fairy mice darted around at his feet, climbed up the tall heels of his shoes, and swung from the very tip of his tail. He was trying to maintain his usual stern expression, but you could tell he was having an internal struggle with himself.
“You can relax,” you said.
He sat up stiff again. “You need me to pose and this is the pose I am choosing.”
“But you don’t need to be so stiff about it.” You set your supplies aside and walked over to him.
He watched you with a cautious gaze, setting his jaw stiff as you knelt beside him. “You can lounge back in the chair just a bit, and I can still get the pose you’re going for.” You tried to help him ease back, but he only became stiffer.
You put your hands on your hips and looked down at him. “I know what I’m doing here. I’m just trying to give you some advice on how to relax.”
His hands tightened upon his lap. “I am relaxed.”
You cock your eyebrows up. “If this is you relaxed, I really worry about your health, Silas.”
The fairy mice scurried along under his chair and whispered away, giggling as you and Silas traded off defiant glares.
Silas exhaled slowly as he relaxed his body, easing himself back into the seat and letting his legs go a bit forward.
You clapped your hands together. “There we go! Much better!”
“Shh! Not so loud!” He hissed.
You sat back down behind the canvas. “No one is going to hear us.”
Silas’ eyes cast over to the window. The moon was no longer pink, but there was a lavender ring glowing about it that gave him pause. He looked back towards you while gnawing on his bottom lip.
“How come you want to paint me?” He asked.
You shrugged. “I like painting beautiful things.”
The fairy mice were coming out from under the chair again, peering around before they started galavanting at Silas’ feet.
Silas tilted his chin up slightly. “I appreciate the compliment, but I have seen you paint everything from a withering fruit bowl to Agatha’s flames. So what really is the reason?”
“I told you my reason, unless you’d like me to go through the specifics one by one.” You began drawing his face upon the canvas. You lined his thick eyelashes, his hooked nose, and the sharp angles of his brows.
“No. Not particularly.” He turned his head to the side, yet again looking at the moon.
You marked the freckles upon his face then leaned back to examine the rough sketch. “Is there a reason you visited me the night everything went pink?”
Silas flinched “You promised not to talk about that again!”
“I can’t help it if I am curious. So many windows you could go to on this floor and you chose little ole’ me.”
“Ms. Artist,” he said through clenched teeth.
You peered over the canvas at him and smirked. “Your kiss still haunts me,” you sighed dramatically, even throwing your arm over your forehead and leaning back.
“That’s enough,” he grumbled.
“If you’re worried I didn’t mind the visit or the affection, Silas.” You drew out his hair then leaned back again to inspect it. “If you’re worried about that, then don’t be.”
His gaze softened and he looked down. “Know I would never hurt you.”
You looked away from the canvas and back to him. “You don’t have to say that. I know you wouldn’t.”
“Just finish up this painting so I can go back to my quarters.”
“Finish it up?” You balked. “I’m only getting started! This painting could take weeks for me to complete.”
Silas jumped up from his seat and some of the fairy mice clung to his pants leg. “You’re holding me hostage for weeks?”
You stared at him blankly. “Do you really not know how fine art works?”
He scoffed. “I can’t stay cooped up in your room every night for…for weeks.” He pushed his glasses up upon his nose.
“And why not? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You teased him. You were already going to send him on so you could work on choosing paints, but teasing him was so much more fun.
He chuckled. “You think rather highly of yourself, don’t you, Ms. Artist? No, I simply enjoy my schedule as it is. Having you doodle my visage puts a kink in that schedule.” He fidgets with his tie.
You bit back a smile. “There’s a lot in that last sentence alone I could poke at, Silas. But I’ll be kind and leave you be.”
“How thoughtful of you. Good deeds shine so dimly in this world,” he rolled his eyes.
“How about a nightcap before you go then?” You stood up and walked over to your dresser, pulling out a bottle of amaretto.
“I don’t drink,” he said.
You set the bottle aside. “Then I guess it’s goodnight after all.”
Silas bowed his head. “Goodnight, Ms. Artist.”
You waited for him to turn to open the door. “I’ll leave my window unlocked for you, Silas.”
He whipped back around, his golden freckles glowing. “Not funny.”
You smiled and waved, locking the door behind him as he left.
The next morning you were in the kitchen, sitting beside Agatha and peeling apples. You tossed her the peels while you set the apples into a dish of lemon juice and water.
“He seems to be in a strange sort of mood today,” Agatha said.
“Who? Silas?” You tossed her another peel.
“Yes! Can’t quite tell if he’s agitated or happy. You’ll see if he comes in.” Agatha’s door waved towards the entrance of the kitchen.
“What do you know about Silas?” You asked.
Agatha’s flames crackled. “What do you mean, dear?”
“I mean like…I guess I’m just being nosy, but I feel like I know so much about him, but nothing at all.”
Aatha sighed. “He’s a fragile sort. Sticks to his ways and everything as a means to protect himself. So that’s why you probably feel that way.”
You furrowed your brow. “Silas is fragile?”
“Sensitive maybe is the better word?” Agatha sighed. “He seemed like such a boy when Lady first brought him here. Being an incubus he got used a lot at his last home. He used to just stay here in the kitchen when he first arrived.”
It was obvious to think about it that way. I started second guessing all my interactions with him. “I see. Oh gosh, poor Silas.”
“Lady gave him security. I remember him bragging about the lock on his door.” Agatha sighed and the flames shook back and forth inside the stove. “I think that’s why he works so hard.”
Not much was said, but you learned a lot from that brief conversation. You continued peeling apples and Silas came into the room. He looked like his usual self until he laid eyes on you. He looked shocked then he continued about his business with a flustered expression.
“What are you doing?” he huffed when he saw you with the apples.
“I got a hankering for apple dumplings. Agatha said it was alright if I used the apples in the pantry.”
“Fine, just clean up after yourself.” He shuffled around the kitchen, his heels not making the usual smooth rhythmic clack they always did.
A few nights later, when Silas showed up for his session, he immediately sat down and took his position. “Don’t take so long tonight.”
“What’s under your bonnet?” You asked him. “I haven’t even finished getting set up yet and already you’re rushing me.”
His mouth was set into a firm line. “I don’t even want to be here.”
You frowned. “Then leave. I’m not going to force you to stay.”
Silas’s jaw dropped and his eyes darted about. “No. I mean that-” he swallowed. “I made a promise to you, I’ll stay.” His tail twitched and twisted behind him. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“It does though. I like having you here, but maybe you’re not…” As you turned around you saw Silas’ expression was a bit similar to the night of the pink moon.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s nothing.” He sat erect in the chair and held his hands in his lap. “Let’s get this over with.”
“I just can’t find my one brush, but I can try using another.” You sat down at the canvas, going over strokes from the previous night to build the depth of his skin.
Silas breathed slowly, and his lips parted, revealing a glossy gleam to them. He kept his eyes down, mostly looking at his hands poised in his lap. You noticed a bead of sweat going down from his temple and onto his cheek.
“Are you warm?” You asked.
Silas shook his head. “I’m fine, really. Keep going.”
You stood up. “Let me open the window for you.”
“Stop!” Silas nearly leapt out of his chair, but he kept a hand held over his lap. “Keep that window shut, it’ll only make it worse.”
You stepped away from the window, looking him up and down. There was something about his face that looked both strained but beautiful. “What’s going on with you, Silas?”
Silas smoothed his palm over his face. “Nothing, just paint.”
“You’re acting more tense than normal.” You walked over to him. “Is something wrong? You can tell me.”
He shook his head, but as you knelt beside him his expression shifted. He looked away as you got closer, his eyes focusing upon the window as you touched his arm. You moved his hand from his lap to see the bulge straining against his pants.
“Stop!” Silas jumped up and away from you. You froze in place, holding your breath. Silas grasped at his hair, pulling slightly. “Just stop for a second!” He turned away from you, looking towards the window.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Silas, I’m so sorry.”
Silas shook his head. “Be quiet for the love of God.”
You stood there, keeping your eyes affixed on the ground. You twisted your fingers into knots, waiting for him to speak again.
“I want you so badly,” Silas finally whispered. “But I can’t tell if you are the same or just…” He huffed and turned slightly. “Its frustrating!” She snarled.
You lifted your eyes, seeing him gazing desperately at you, trying to understand you. Taking in a breath you took a step towards him. He shifted, turning fully towards you.
“What do you want from me?” He rasped under his breath.
“Just you. I’m not sure how else to say it.” You stepped closer, tentatively reaching out, only touching him when he didn’t flinch. You cupped his cheek and gently smoothed your fingers along his jaw.  He let out a breath and looked into your eyes.
“But why?” He grabbed hold of my wrist hard. “Why?”
“Everything. I can’t name just one thing. You’re fascinating and beautiful. But you’re also so distant from me. I want to know everything and anything about you, because I feel you’re more than what you let on.”
Silas sighed, releasing my wrist and letting me touch his face again. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t,” I shook my head and closed the gap to kiss him. “I’m so sorry for what happened before.”
Silas kissed me, pressing in close and grabbing my hips. “Show me.” he took my hand again, placing it over his chest and taking it down.
“I’ll take care of you. It’s the least I can do.” You kneel down in front of him and reach for his belt.
“So eager.” His eyes were bleary when he opened them again. “Ms. Artist, be careful with me.” His voice choked off as you opened his pants and his cock sprang out.
You marveled at it. The deep red gave way to veins of glowing gold and the glans were shiny with a slight point at the tip. “No wonder you looked so uncomfortable, you’re so…hard.” You licked your palm then took hold of him, pumping your hand up and down his shaft. “You could have told me. After all, you’ve kissed my breasts before.”
Silas squirmed in his seat, cupping his hand over his mouth as he began to moan. “It’s not like that. I didn’t want you to think I was-”
“Stop,” you huffed. “I have you literally in the palm of my hand.”
Silas lowered his hand from his mouth. “Ever since the night of the pink moon I can’t stop thinking about you. Your scent drives me crazy, and being in this room with you…my nature comes out.”
“You could have said something to me. I would have understood.” You sat up, still stroking him slowly. You leaned in close to him and whispered. “I’ve been thinking about that night too, about you.” You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “That wet tunic clinging to your body.” You kissed him again. “Your lips. Your tongue.” You kissed him and knelt back down. “You’ve not been alone.”
Silas whimpered. “I wasn’t trying to influence you, I swear.”
“You haven’t. It’s okay. I know I want you, because I have for a long time.” You kissed his cock, pressing your lips down the side.
“I haven’t felt this way in so long,” he moaned. “I’ve not wanted anybody. Oh…except you.”
You dragged your tongue back up to the tip and took it into your mouth.
Silas pressed his hand upon the back of your head and moaned loudly. “It’s too much. Oh gods, it’s so much!”
You took him to your throat, pulling your head back up to gaze into his molten eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Silas.”
His fingers tangled into your hair.
“You’re like a dream.” You took him back into your mouth, bobbing your head as your tongue pressed against his shaft.
Silas threw his head back, crying out and whimpering. His pulse throbbed against your tongue and flowed through your body. His heat mingled with yours, causing a pool of wetness to form between your legs.
You lifted your head off of him and gazed into his eyes as you stood. You undressed as he watched, letting his eyes linger on your body. You stepped closer, letting his hands fall upon your hips and his kissed upon your soft belly.
You took off his glasses, setting them aside as you lowered into his lap. You kissed him again, straddling his thighs in the chair. “Is it okay?” You whispered.
Silas’s hand stroked down your thighs and back up to cup your rear in his palms. “It’s been so long since I’ve wanted it. Since I’ve felt I needed it.” He looked into your eyes. “You frustrated me because I was afraid of how much I wanted you.”
You removed his jacket and shirt, kissing his bare chest before placing soft kisses upon his lips. “I knew you loved me.”
“Hush,” he panted. “I’ve gotten this far, don’t tease me more.”
You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “You really are beautiful.” You smoothed your fingers tip under his eyes and he turned to kiss the inside of your palm. “I wasn’t lying when I said that’s why I wanted to paint you,” you whispered. “But it’s because of so much more than that.  Wanted to study, to memorize, every single inch of you. The way that light makes your skin look so soft and shows the deepness of the red. The way your eyes glow when you’re excited. The hollow of your cheek when you turn your head. I wanted to capture a work of art.”
Tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes. “Ms. Artist, I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Then let’s not wait a second longer.” You eased yourself down, feeling him prodding at you before he popped between the folds. Your wetness spilt against his glans and he moaned the sudden sensation of heat.
You took him inside, breathing as you felt yourself wrap around him. His hands clutched onto your hips, pulling you down into his lap until there was no air between you.
Tears came down his cheeks and he buried his face against your breasts. He held him, rolling your hips and bouncing upon his lap. He felt warm so deep inside you, and your body hummed with a new energy.
“It’s so much, so good!” Silas’s arms locked around you. “Keep going! I want more!”
You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, mussing it up. “You can take all you want, Silas. I want it too.”
Silas trembled, but he managed to rise from the chair with you in his arms. You squeaked, holding on tight as he carried you over to the bed and laid you down. You kissed and he plunged deep into you, moaning and licking your lips as he pressed tight against your body. You held fast to him, clinging onto his back as his hips moved faster, taking the same rhythm as his stiletto stride.
“So good! So good!” he moaned into your ear. “Oh fuck! You’re so good!”
“Silas, keep going,” you breathed. “Just like that!”
He snarled and grinded himself into the deepest parts of you. “I’ve wanted you so badly! I’ve wanted to taste this for so long! Oh-” he kissed you hard, nipping your bottom lip. “You feel so sweet!”
He has never acted like this before, it was a thrill to see him let loose. He had that wild glint in his eye like the night of the pink moon. But this time, it was because of you.
“That’s it! Oh, Ms. Artist, tell me you're coming. I can feel it. I want it!” His eyes began glowing bright.
You gasped and threw your head back as his hips moved faster. “Silas!”
“Right there huh? Fucking you. Oh yes! Come. Come for me!” He was going wild with lust, building and building at the same speed as your orgasm. He wasn’t wrong, you were growing closer and closer. Each pulse between you was another push to the edge.
“Oh gods!” You sank your nails into his back. “Silas!”
Silas bit down onto your shoulder. “Yes. I know! Yes!”
Your body curved and thrust up against him. You pulsed and shuddered, closing your eyes tight as his energy flowed through you. You opened your eyes to blinding gold, his body illuminated like the moon beyond your window.
Later in the evening rain pattered against the window. Silas was laid beside you, his sleeping face as stern as his usual expression. You stroked his cheek with a smile on your face, watching him stir.
He opened his eyes, looking at you with that same expression. “I feel…strange,” he murmured.
“Bad or good?”
Silas sighed. “Good.”
“Do you feel better?”
He nodded silently.
“Me too.” You placed your hand upon his chest. “Are you okay?”
He took your palm and kissed the center. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a bit overwhelmed, Ms. Artist.” He looked into your eyes and there was a lavender glow around his gold irises. “It’s been so long.”
You brought him down into your arms, letting him rest upon your chest. “I’ll hold you then and you can cry if you want.”
“Thank you,” he said softly. “Don’t let me go.”
You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly. “I won’t. And I promise, my door is always open for you.”
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not 2 sound whiny but i wish more attention was given to the importance of art and literature and philosophy and other humanities again so they'll return to being a really great part of what shapes a decade or an era instead of being seen as useless because they don't fit into the capitalist ideal of a productive society
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In Argentinian Spanish gamba means leg, so to me it'd be like leg up!!
My bf studied japanese in high school and often says "gambate!" (not sure of spelling) to be like. encouraging. I think it means roughly "let's get this bread." However, as someone who took spanish in high school, it always sounds like a command to me. And as near as I can tell, in spanish it would mean "go shrimp yourself."
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Just finished hamlet & had to share THIS
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victorian-cocaine · 7 months
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oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half - because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy - but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised - they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison - but BAM he died and they all cried out - and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre
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Portrait of a Young Woman, Jean-Etienne Liotard 
Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer 
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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.
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(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)
The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.
So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.
I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.
First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?
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And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:
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Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.
Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.
I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!
Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.
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Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).
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Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.
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So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.
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They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.
I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.
Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.
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A compilation of commissions I made for @CairoCopper007 on Twitter.
The buff red boy and his purple tentacley wife are characters I helped design actually. The top one is the newest one, the bottom one is the eldest.
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victorian-cocaine · 7 months
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We don’t talk enough about the two identical old women who just hang around Azula saying ominous shit in unison. What’s their deal. Is there a comic about them. Are they paid for their services
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