#but now done in the safety and trust of their partner that they can understand. understand that this is what they so happen to enjoy.

[masked-and-doomed]

Augh I am not knowledgeable enough on this and I do not have the energy to see more of it but I am still thinking of it <- the morality and ethics of fiction and things like that and also how much of the author's views are affecting it

Quick example here: light from DN, most people tend to assume he's misogynistic, because the author unintentionally wrote his views onto Light's character. Of course, it is in a way where it does seem to be fair to have that negative trait onto Light, but in his other works that sexism is toned a bit higher and clearer to see.

So, that asks the question of many other works of art. At what point is it part the story, the themes, the character, and at what point is it the creator of their work, intentionally or unintentionally having their views baked into it.

Of course, I feel, it is maybe inevitable some of one's thoughts on matters are worked into their craft. It is your art, it will have your touch on it, whether you see it or not.

Wauhh there's so much to this. I am. Ough.

This of course eventually goes into rougher territory, does this person actually think this [horrible action] is acceptable, or justifiable? Or should we give the benefit of the doubt that it's meant to be in the realm of fiction that was meant for pondering, evoke emotions and connections to these characters.

What is romanticising/glorifying, truly? Though I suspect it may come to a 'case by case' sort of thing.

What is simply one's fantasies, of which, may be illegal to do so in real life, but they are fully aware of such. They still wish to engage in pleasure, though within the realm of fiction rather than reality so they do not actually harm others.

#serious stuff #<- i guess??? this is a really iffy topic #AUGH. #there's that one post about OP saying they'll still judge ppl if they can only get off to age.p.lay/r.ac.epl.ay #which is!! personally i think is a mean opinion to have. they did not wish to have that as their only means to feel pleasure; no? #then why should we shame them when they are partaking in what may be immoral acts if they were to be done IRL; #but now done in the safety and trust of their partner that they can understand. understand that this is what they so happen to enjoy. #i mean!! you don't choose what your sexuality is!! same for fetishes/kinks. you don't choose to have masochism as part of your pleasures. #it simply is a part of your brain that goes 'ooh! that feels nice!' #and sometimes the brain is really funny and lights up a part that would be totally messed up if it weren't playing pretend! #augh..... #back to my UG relationship chart. #ah rambling

[sttoru]

♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.

⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.

⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k

⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t

kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.

he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.

overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.

a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’

you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.

both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.

11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.

‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’

you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.

despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.

all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.

03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.

he didn’t think he’d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.

the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.

kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.

‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.

“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.

kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.

you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.

“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.

kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.

yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.

“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”

kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.

he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he

not that that would stop kento.

your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.

strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —

“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.

you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.

“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”

his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.

“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”

those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.

“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.

it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.

“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.

you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.

“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.

both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.

kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.

“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #jjk fic #jjk fanfic

[misscammiedawn]

Ethical Personality Play

So. I've written about my experiences with Personality Play in the past. A couple times, actually.

The TL;DR is that from early 2000s-2019 this was my signature move that the first three hypnotists I was tied up with utilized on a near daily basis. The damage of this abuse has never been fully tallied, but if you want my "how to alter your personality with hypnosis" guide in a word it is simple:

Don't.

"But what if I want to do hypnotic edgeplay?"

But saving that... let me impart some wisdom in hopes that y'all will play nice and safe with this.

Firstly let me define the terms.

Personality Play is any form of hypnosis scene that alters aspects of the individual's identity whether it be for a scene, as a permanent trigger or as permanent conditioning. The danger amplifies with the more severe and lasting the changes are but there is always danger.

So, let's cover each area of what can be done, how it can be harmful and how to avoid that harm.

General rules

Before even negotiating this kind of play. Disclose.

If you are engaging with intimate hypnosis at this end of the danger spectrum then you need to have a level of intimate trust relative to that risk and this trust needs to go both ways. If I were a hypnotist introducing this kind of play into the mix I would do so only if I could trust in my hypnotee partner's mental state.

I disclose my BPD and DID at the start of any hypnotic relationship and talk about how they impact me. How the depersonalization and derealization symptoms require a level of grounding before and after play and what to do if my emotional state switches during the middle of a scene. This is not an easy thing for me to do, especially if time is a limited factor, but it's a necessary thing to do.

I do not expect every person playing be willing to disclose every mental condition they have or open up about possible abreaction triggers. That's sensitive information and it's natural to not want to be open about that with every partner. I do, however emphasize that it is vital for that information to be known when approaching these topics. It is unfair for the partner in the scenarios to be responsible for managing safety on either side of the watch when they are unaware of the depths of vulnerability.

I have experience with this fallacy myself. In utilizing hypnosis to ignore my triggers I did severe damage to myself and I am now plagued with intrusive memories and nightmares of events that happened during scenes that I was able to effortlessly indulge in during the scene but as they say "The body keeps the score" and I was in fact doing further damage to myself. Something which my partner at the time was not equipped to deal with because I'd failed to disclose or even treat the situation as worth being safe about.

Now I am just burdened with further damage by ignoring my brain's defenses on my existing pain.

Once again, I refer to my first bit of advice on how to ethically perform Personality Play: DON'T.

Once you have a trusting understanding of both sides of the watch's limits and comforts the next step is grounding.

Grounding is mandatory.

I wrote about my feelings on this before in more depth. The short version, though:

Before and after a scene with intense reality distorting you should take an effort to make a person feel aware of their surroundings, to offer them connection "during the scene you will know I am here and you can pause the scene at any time for any reason" and for them to take stock of their mental state and how they are feeling. Just ask them to display curiosity and provide comfort in the connection between hypnotist and hypnotee. You will be returning here and you need to make it an inviting space.

Grounding should also include a reminder that the hypnotee will be aware of what is happening the whole time. I'll cover this more in the more risky portion, but the key to safety is to ensure that the hypnotee is not immersed in any headspaces they may slip into (with the understanding that there is another gradient here of subspace and highs and peaks from scene play which are chemical reactions and those highs are a little more natural than the altered headspaces I am referring to).

For another grain of personal experience and warning here, I just want to talk about the three hypnotists who played with me utilizing personality play. One knew what he was doing, one didn't know what they were doing and one didn't care. I'll refer to them as Noel (knew better), Dinny (didn't know) and Carrie (didn't care).

Dinny expected that if a scene got too much for me that I would drop out of trance or end the scene. To them they assumed that no one will do anything in hypnosis that they didn't want to do and that it was just extreme play-acting. They likely didn't believe in hypnosis all that much and used it as a framework for roleplay, which is their true indulgence.

So if a scene got too intense for them they would safeword. End the scene. They were in control.

As someone who was immersed in the play and had no grounding, there was no escape because within the framework of the scene, there was no "out of character" there was the scene and that was all that was happening.

You cannot assume that a hypnotee will safeword and end a scene unless they receive the proper grounding and instruction to do so. If you're going to be doing edge play, you have to surrender the fantasy and make sure reality is in the scene at all times. Both sides of the watch. If you are entering in a scene where a person is altered throughout then you cannot expect them to act on their agency. It's a CNC scene by default and you need to introduce safety and consent to avoid that.

Likewise I want to note the power imbalance that comes from play like this. A motivated hypnotee can fling themselves into this arena and do harm to the hypnotist. This does fly both ways. A hypnotee not advocating for themselves or exercising their agency will make a hypnotist accessory to the damage.

This is a sin I have committed.

A hypnotist has a responsibility to themselves to not allow a self-neglecting hypnotee use hypnosis as a method of psychological self-harm. This guide is as much to protect a hypnotist from being abused as it is for hypnotees to avoid allowing themselves to be abused.

Every side is vulnerable in these exchanges.

So... now that we understand the basics before we can even start, let's start in the shallow end and work out way up.

Emotion Control/Intelligence Play

Starting soft. This is fairly standard play and so long as you're being mindful I doubt many would have too many problems with these suggestions.

Infatuation potions, ditzy spells... this is fairly standard stuff.

The key thing to do is to ensure that the effects are temporary and impersonal. For instance for an intelligence play scene you may want to picture a dial in the hypnotees head that has a default setting. Take a moment to ground that default setting. What is normal. What it feels like out of hypnosis. Then you can suggest that it will always return to this default setting after a time but for now we intend to dial it back down, as you feel yourself growing sillier and sillier.

This is a safe way to handle a scene like this because even if you do not perform a post-session grounding (which you always should), the default will naturally return.

Likewise infatuation potions you can mention how your body will metabolize and you'll be aware of the artificial nature of the emotions you feel.

Being aware of the artificial nature of the emotions at play will prevent lingering effects. Even after you clean up there will always be a little bit left over and it's a matter of limiting how much sticks around and where the mind will return to.

I safely play with suggestions like this to this day even when Personality Play in the broader sense is Red for me. This is safe. It's manageable. It's temporary and with a partner who is willing to make space for it, you can keep reality in the room. Safe and secure.

But it can still be dangerous.

Let's see the intelligence play scene was handled poorly. Instead of a temporary dial which defaults to normal a hypnotist instead asked "Debra" to imagine herself with platinum blonde hair, a larger chest, all her thoughts evaporating into a pink bubblegum mist as boundless confidence overcomes her until she transforms into her bimbo persona, "Debbie" and Debbie can be summoned at a simple turn of phrase.

That right there? That's DANGEROUS.

We'll cover more as to why when I go over persona/character play, but it's a good example of how a "bimbo trigger" can be performed ethically and how it can be performed dangerously.

*sighs*

So let's move on...

Altered Headspaces

By altered headspaces I mean suggestions and scenes that play on your ability to perceive and process things. This can be the drugged/drunk sequences, hallucinations of any variety. It can be impulsiveness or boosts of confidence or terror.

Y'know. Stage hypnosis stuff. Because as we know, stage hypnosis tricks are a bastion of "ethical" suggestions.

Seriously though. The prevalence of these types of suggestion in the public perception make us as a community look bad and it's why doing them safely is vital, especially if we do get people entering the community with the idea of types of play which are risky at best from the get-go.

For these suggestions you want to provide the above grounding, but the hypnotee also needs to be able to have an objective view to their state so they can advocate for themselves.

Any altered headspace will supplement agency. It's why you cannot negotiate with someone when they are fractionated. Thusly, any interaction you have with someone in an altered headspace is going to be dubious consent by default. What if you made someone slutty for a scene and they escalated the scene to a sexual one without prior negotiation or existing rapport.

The correct thing to do is end the scene there and then. Otherwise the hypnotist is taking advantage of the hypnotee.

That's a fairly plain example, too. Hence why I feel even this level is edge play.

I don't particularly want to share my personal experience in this realm. Suffice to say I've never once in my life had lucid sexual intimacy with a partner. Every single time I was altered. I literally cannot approach the concept/act without being altered first. I invited it.

The body keeps score.

The way to practice this safely is to encourage the hypnotee to maintain an awareness and presence in the scene. There is a risk to this as incentivizing a dissociation between the conscious self and the altered self is the exact thing we are trying to avoid in these scenarios.

I refer again to the shining DON'T at the top of the post.

But with the correct grounding and temporary status of any scene this risk is lower than the risk of allowing a hypnotee to dive into a scene so heavily that they will ignore their personal ethics and safety for the consideration of the scene at play.

It's either allowing them the ability to advocate for themselves while altered, "the hidden observer will always be present during the scene and can stop things for any reason or just to check in" basically it's keeping reality in the room. A hypnotee should be discouraged from throwing themselves headlong into the fantasy and an awareness of waking self and the artificial nature of play is important, particularly the more immersive you go...

So...

Character/Persona Play

Which brings me to the final warning.

Please do not even attempt this. I see kids in tulpa communities and roleplayers who can't see the harm in becoming their characters and I wish I could share a grain of my experiences.

I did this for 18 years. Eighteen years. Daily. The damage it has done to me is never ever going to be fixed.

The thread I made on Twitter received a number of supportive messages from others with dissociative disorders who echoed my sentiments. I'm legitimately at the point where I ask "were we attracted to this type of play because we were predisposed to it" or "do we have serious disorders due to our time playing in the deep end"

Neither one need to be true. Doing so did damage. A lot of damage.

So here's my first question off the bat.

"What if your hypnotist gets hit by a bus?" what if one day you wake up and you no longer have someone to explore this gigantic portion of your soul with. What if access to this kind of play existed only within a relationship. Are you willing to allow that much of your personal experience and agency be left to someone else's hands?

What about trust. Can you trust someone to shape a part of yourself? Dinny, Carrie and Noel each did harm in their own way handling the bits of me I shared with them. Noel warped and twisted and perverted them to the point of which these characters, real and living aspects of me feel violated by his impact upon them. Carrie abandoned them and let them wither and die without even considering attachments I had made to them... attachments they had to the stories and connections they had made... and then Dinny? Dinny never treated them as real. They were fantasy and the situations were fantasy and it was all just a game.

Let me tell you about that last one. If you want to play out a hateship scene and utilize hypnosis to make your partner think that they are in that hateship scene, the emotions exist. They will bleed through and poison you in your waking state. If you are made to perform as a vampire who wants nothing more than to taste flesh then you are going to feel that desperate hunger and be trying with every fiber of your being to overpower the hypnotist who has the ability to end the scene if things get rough but, and this is the important part, unless you set up grounding-- you will not know that in the moment.

I legitimately have nightmares about the things I did while acting in scenes Dinny ran.

And lastly...

Are you willing to accept that there are parts of you that can do things that you in your waking and natural state, simply cannot do?

I do not know if doing these things makes you more vulnerable to the symptoms of a dissociative disorder or not, but I know that a damn lot of people who did this stuff excessively happen to have these symptoms.

Look. I don't hide my DID diagnosis on Tumblr. It hurts that I have a mesmerizing Fae in my heart who is more lovable than I am, more confident, more capable, more experienced and charming. I hate that she can perform feminine voice better than me. I hate that she can push boundaries and harm me without a thought. I hate feeling inferior to me. I hate feeling like I'm just a function of a person that people want around more.

I hate finding evidence that she had a whole online life that we hid so well that even post-diagnosis I am not fully sure what she did. I hate feeling powerless that I'm not in control of my own life and reality.

Dawn scares me. I am afraid of the part of me that most people love.

...and I have no way of communicating that as a warning that doesn't sound exotic and enticing. Because dissociative disorders are not exotic and enticing. They're boring, exhausting and tedious and though I am 50/50 on whether it can be accidentally induced through hypnosis play, I know there is no damned chance in hell any person should willingly gamble with that possibility.

I know so many systems and people who have endured extreme brainwashing who would be behind me when I say this.

DO. NOT. DO. IT.

...and so... assuming you have read all the warnings and you're not actively trying to invoke installed personalities into a person (which I do not condone under any circumstances at all).

How can we do character play and not leave lasting damage?

That's a question I have asked myself so so many times.

Firstly, avoid anything that makes the character headspace an extra layer. Do not use hypnosis to mold them. Do not give them their own triggers. Do not do anything which can be used as a divide between the waking self and the constructed persona.

But that's more "Don't" isn't it. Here's what you can do.

I think the best way is instead of having the hypnotee monitor the scene and step in when they need to, ask them to treat it as a performance. That they are aware of the artificial nature of the scene but at all times they will commit to taking on the role as an actor would on stage.

The key is to associate the role with the hypnotee enough that they are present in the scene while allowing them to commit to the actions without experiencing the thoughts and feelings of their own. Insist that no matter the morality and behavior of the character, the hypnotee as the actor will never cross their personal limits or ethics for the sake of the scene.

Then at the end of the sequence be sure to end the scene and ground the hypnotee, have them remember everything that had happened, remember them performing the act and deciding how to handle every decision. Make sure that the entire time that character and actor are one and the same and all hypnosis is doing is allowing the actor to invest in the bit.

That is legitimately the only safe way I think one can engage in this kind of play and from that angle it seems as harmless a suggestion as any scene.

But no shortcuts. No triggers that induce character headspace. No trying to breathe life into characters and allow them to inhabit. Even channeling them or letting them speak through the hypnotee courts a level of dissonance between states.

It's possible to enjoy the spontaneity of character play without suppressing the ego of the hypnotee. As I mentioned at the start, it may seem like a desirable outcome for some hypnotees to experience a state of ego-death and allow themselves to experience becoming someone else for a little while. It sounds appealing on paper.

A responsible hypnotist should never indulge that kind of desire and a respectable hypnotee should never burden a hypnotist with that level of responsibility. The damage is too risky.

Lastly, and this applies to all.

DEBFRIEF

Every major scene in any kink should involve a debrief segment. This helps with the grounding and it helps establish the in and out of scene dynamic while allowing the hypnotee to associate with their actions. "I did" rather than "they did".

One of my bigger mistakes in character play in my younger days was that I baked amnesia in and allowed my play partner to tell me about the scenes after the fact. This made it seem like the characters in the scene were the ones controlling things and I was a passive and absent spectator. Not good for healthy associations.

During a debrief the hypnotist and hypnotee should discuss their roles in the scene, how they felt during the experience. It gives both parties an opportunity to interrogate how the other is perceiving things, catch any flags (abuse of control over the scene, losing reality to fantasy etc) and give one another ideas for how to improve for future scenes. Debriefs make all kink play better in my opinion. Plus who doesn't like a bit of feedback on how you handled things in scene?

...look... I don't want to be an old lady yelling at the kids for doing things when I did them myself at that age.

I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't pretend I didn't see the allure on both sides of the watch.

I just... there weren't 20+ year experienced hypnosis veterans who had been in my character play abusing position when I was growing up. No one warned me. I learned all this the hard way and I hurt people. People I loved. Moreover I hurt me. In ways that will never heal.

I just want to spare anyone I can the pain of going through this.

So, in quick summary:

Ensure reality is always in the room.

Ensure the hypnotee is always aware of themselves and their action.

Reset after every scene.

Do not allow situational scenes to become direct triggers.

If you insist on reusing altered headspaces and characters then install and deinstal every time to limit any lingering traces out of scene. Do not allow them to have programming/conditioning unique to them.

Avoid allowing the hypnotee to circumvent their own ego and agency in a scene.

Debrief

Play safe... if you must play at all.

#camden posting #community safety #hypnosis #hypnokink #watch me post my trauma in public #personal

[morporkian-cryptid]

Jigen changed Nisei's mind about Lupin being a thief

Originally, Nisei was dead-set on Lupin becoming an honest man. He never considered his son's desires, why would he? He's his father and he knows better. Being a thief is dangerous, and he wants Lupin to be safe. The kid already suffered enough at Isei's hands.

He started considering it after he saw Lupin's First Heist - or at least understanding how important this was to Lupin, and that he couldn't make him back down. You can see it in his (Shinobu's) eyes, that he understands.

But even understanding Lupin's decision, he still tried to keep Lup away from the drama, tricking him into going to Nagano, out the bomb's range. Maybe he was starting to accept that he couldn't keep Lupin from becoming a thief one day, but he was still doing his damnedest to stop him from jumping into the action. Even after he was unmasked, he refused to give up the information Lupin needed, even pulling a gun on his son.

And then Jigen pulled a gun on Nisei, and Nisei did a 180 and offered Lupin a chance to prove himself.

Because he knew that with Jigen by his side, Lupin would be safe.

He hadn't see Jigen fight yet, I think as far as Jigen's skills go he trusted Lupin's choice - Lupin's first heist as Lupin the Third was stealing Jigen's heart, for God's sake, even Nisei can understand what that means.

He knew that Lupin had chosen Jigen, and the moment Jigen pulled a gun on him, he had confirmation that the inverse was true too. That Lupin had succeeded, that Jigen had agreed to be stolen, that by that point he would do anything to protect his partner. Jigen would have shot Nisei without hesitation if he'd done anything to threaten Lupin. And that is what changed Nisei's mind. That is what convinced him to give Lupin a chance - not give him his blessing, no fully accept his decision yet, but to give him a chance to prove himself. Because even with Lupin's skill, Nisei would only let him go if someone had his back.

"With this kid by his side, maybe my son will be safe."

Nisei may be terrible at being a father, but he genuinely cares about his son, he wants him to be safe. He went out of his way time and time again to protect him, as Phoolan in ep. 3 and as Shinobu in ep. 5. He knew he couldn't stop Lupin from pursuing his own path (he saw Lup going to Isei's contest and didn't try to stop him, he knew that Lup was installing traps in the house and didn't tear them down). He knows he can't really stop Lupin from pursuing that path, but he's trying as much as possible to delay it. To shield him from the full consequences of his choice.

"Being a thief is a two-way street. It's not just about what you acquire. Because you always lose a fair share, too."

This was what Nisei was trying to protect Lupin from, I think. Not from the physical dangers of thievery (Lup already put himself in plenty of trouble), but from the emotional damage. From losing things, people. I don't know what Nisei lost - I'm guessing Lupin's mother, but that's more a headcanon than a real theory. Nisei wanted to spare his son that pain. But with Jigen by his side, to support him, maybe Lupin is ready to handle that pain now. (And man did Lupin learn that lesson fast.)

"Consider the Walther a little farewell present from me."

Nisei's not going to be in Lupin's life anymore (not that he was ever very present, but that's another can of worms). And he's only agreeing to let Lupin go on his own, after Lupin has proven his skill, and after he's found someone to have his back. Nisei isn't going to protect Lupin anymore. He's trusting that Lupin is skilled enough to stay on top, and that if his skills ever fail him, Jigen will have his back.

He's entrusting his son's safety to Jigen.

#anyway i have been losing my entire shit about this since yesterday #nisei just wanted to protect his son #and jigen is the reason he agreed to let him go #lupin iii #lupin zero #lupin zero spoilers #lupin ii #lupin the second #jigen #daisuke jigen

[hedusworld]

”Nighty night, son”

It's often said that the first year of parenthood can be challenging, especially for those who are welcoming their first child into the family. The birth of a new life is a profound moment that can shift your perspective on the world and yourself in ways you never imagined. Suddenly, you are entrusted with the care of a tiny, helpless being. For young Norman Osborn, this reality was not immediately apparent. While he was thrilled to learn he was going to be a father, he also harbored concerns about his ability to raise a child given his troubled past. Thankfully, his partner Emily stood by his side, offering reassurance that they would navigate parenthood together and that Norman would excel as a father.

Their son, Harry, proved to be a joyous addition to their family, despite being born with breathing difficulties and putting Emily's life at risk during childbirth. As they overcame these initial challenges, Norman and Emily found themselves enamored with their son. Harry was a content and easygoing baby, rarely crying and sleeping peacefully through the night. However, Norman's past traumas occasionally resurfaced in the form of anxiety about potential dangers that could befall their child.

"Honey, nothing bad will happen. Harry is healthy and everything is fine. Please stop worrying."

"Yes, I try, but I can't help my thoughts. I wasn't looked after and often got into trouble. I'm just trying to avoid that with our baby."

"You're so cute when you're nervous. Trust me, things will get easier as Harry grows older."

"Hopefully..."

However, life doesn't always follow the script written in textbooks. A particularly challenging time arose when Harry turned four years old. Suddenly, he refused to sleep in his own bed and insisted on being next to his parents every night. Norman was puzzled by this sudden change in behavior. Why did his son no longer want to sleep in his own room? This was a new development that had never occurred before.

"Why isn't he comfortable in his room anymore? Have we done something wrong?" Norman asked Emily one morning when Harry once again wanted to spend the night with them.

"It's a normal stage of development. Children seek comfort and security from their parents when they are young. Harry is still so little, and the world is full of unknowns for him. There's nothing unusual about it," his wife reassured him. Norman, however, was not convinced. "I don't think this is normal. I was taught to sleep alone as soon as I could walk. Something must have happened."

"Norman, I understand your concerns, but the way you were raised, being left alone at such a young age, was not right. Children deserve love and care from their parents. Harry is fine, trust me. Your worry is affecting him," Emily warned her husband. Despite his wife's reassurances, Norman remained unconvinced. He felt the need to talk to his son as soon as possible. The opportunity arose that same afternoon when Harry returned home with his nanny. Norman was waiting at the door, and as soon as the nanny left, he sat down with his son on the couch, ready to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

"Listen, son, there is something I want to talk with you."

"Ok, what is it, Daddy?"

"Well we have noticed that you have been avoiding sleeping in your room recently, and we are curious as to why. You used to enjoy spending time in there, so what has changed?"

Harry gazed at his father with his small, button-like eyes for an extended period before uttering words that caught Norman completely off guard.

"Because I'm scared."

"Why?"

"Because the boogeyman will take me if I sleep there."

"What boogeyman?"

"The one who comes to see me at night."

Norman was perplexed by the situation at hand. As a child, he had been frightened by the idea of monsters lurking in his closet, but he had always taken precautions to ensure his safety. Therefore, he viewed Harry's claims with skepticism and perhaps a hint of annoyance.

"Come on now. There's no such thing as monsters. You're just trying to avoid sleeping in your room," Norman stated firmly. Harry's response was immediate and defensive. "I'm not making it up! I'm telling the truth!" he insisted.

Norman raised a hand to interject. "Harry, I'm not in the mood for jokes. You know the consequences of lying."

Harry's eyes welled up with tears. "But I'm not lying, Daddy! Please believe me!"

Norman's tone grew stern. "That's enough. Starting tonight, you will be sleeping in your own room. It's time you faced your fears. Do you understand?"

Harry's expression shifted from hurt to defiance as he silently stormed out of the room. Norman let out a frustrated sigh and rose from his seat, feeling conflicted about the situation.

Boogeymen...tsk! He's so stubborn. However, he now realizes that there is no danger, and he can sleep peacefully on his own without any worries.

Over the next few days, Harry stopped coming to his parents at night, leaving Emily puzzled. One evening, she brought up the issue with Norman at bedtime and inadvertently overheard their conversation. This discovery left her feeling upset.

"You can't be serious. He's just a child, Norman! You can't dismiss his feelings like that!" Emily exclaimed. Norman defended himself, "I'm just trying to teach him not to panic over nothing. He needs to learn to take care of himself."

Emily retorted, "Do you even realize the harm you're causing to his young mind? He is our son! Who else will protect him if not us?"

Before Norman could respond, Emily continued, "You sound just like your father. Do you want Harry to experience the same treatment you did as a child? To have his fears ignored and receive cold treatment from his own father?"

Norman was taken aback by Emily's words. He realized his mistake and swallowed his pride. "I...I didn't mean it. I just wanted..."

Emily interrupted, "I know you want to toughen Harry up, but this isn't the right approach. Childhood is fleeting, and he has a lifetime to become a strong man. Don't let your past demons rob you of these precious moments."

Norman nodded in understanding. He thanked Emily, gave her a kiss, and rushed to Harry's room. Upon entering, he discovered that Harry was not in his bed. Panic set in until he heard soft sobbing coming from the closet. Opening the doors, he found Harry sitting on the floor, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you here?" Norman asked gently, kneeling beside him. Harry sniffled, "I was having nightmares..."

"What kind of nightmares? About the boogeyman?"

"Yeah..."

"Why didn't you come to us?"

"Because you said I couldn't...so I tried to figure it out myself..."

Norman was overwhelmed with shame as he witnessed his son's tears, brought on by his thoughtless words. Reflecting on his past mistakes, he realized he was dangerously close to following in the footsteps of Ambrose, a father he never wanted to emulate. Fortunately, Norman recognized his error in time. "I'm sorry, I was wrong," he choked out, tears welling in his eyes. "Your mother and I are here to protect you, and I foolishly believed I knew best in this situation. Can you forgive me?"

"It's okay, Daddy. Please don't cry," Harry reassured him with a smile. Norman scooped his son into his arms and carried him to their room. "From now on, you can sleep with us for as long as you'd like. And if the boogeyman dares to bother you, I promise to banish it. You mean the world to me."

"Thanks, Daddy!"

As they entered the bedroom, Emily greeted them with open arms. "Hey, there comes my little prince!"

"Mommy! Daddy said he'll chase away the monster if it bothers us!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Really?" Emily replied, amused.

"I do," Norman gently laid Harry on the bed, and the boy nestled under his mother's arm while Norman settled in beside them.

"We have a true superhero in the family now, don't we, Harry?" Emily affectionately tousled her son's hair. "Yeah, Daddy's the best!" Harry beamed.

"Thank you both. Harry, did you know that I too was scared of the boogeyman when I was little?"

"Wow, you were??" Harry asked.

"Yes, but I didn't have anyone to push it away. You'll always have us. I'm still sorry for what I said before. I'll never belittle your feelings again," Norman smiled. Harry nodded and yawned, soon falling asleep.

"Well done, Mr. Osborn," Emily purred. "You're quite charming when you apologize."

"Oh really? Maybe we can put it to the test tomorrow when Harry is with your parents," Norman grinned back. He then looked at his sleeping son and smiled.

Nighty night, son. Love you.

#ultimate spider-man #usm #harry osborn #norman osborn #emily lyman #one shot au

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 1

When you got to Smallville, the first thing people seemed to warn you about was anyone with Luthor as their last name. For a while you thought it was a bluff. The Luthors as you learned were just rich. So you could understand why people would feel threatened. 

The problem was the topic kept coming up. To the point that you decided to take the advice. You’d just gotten a substitute position at Smallville High. While your end goal was to teach at a high ranking university, you were determined to avoid anything that could compromise your dream. 

That’s why it was unclear how you still managed to be trapped in a corporate building with a Luthor. 

“Seriously!!!” 

The lights were flickering and cops were surrounding the building due to the two criminals that were currently carrying guns searching for the valuables. They’d planned a hit on Luthor Corps' many facilities. In this case they hadn’t accounted for every variable. Now you were trapped in a closet hiding, pressed against a certain millionaire. 

“If you keep yelling this won’t be a very good ending for either of us.” He hissed. 

He was obviously pissed. 

Initially you’d just come in to visit a friend and ended up on the wrong floor. 

“The police have the place surrounded. We should be safe soon, so just bear with it.” 

You huffed, agitated. Lex had instinctively grabbed you and pulled you in here. You’d like to think he was actually worried for your wellbeing, but maybe it was just for his own safety. Ultimately you could lead those psychos back to him. 

“Clark was right, you’re a freaking magnet for trouble.” 

You grumble. 

The mention of that name seemed to gain a reaction. 

“I’m not surprised that Clark Kent has little faith in me.” 

“He must have a reason.” 

“Trust me he’s no saint.” 

“And you are?” 

You shifted as best you could, glaring at him. His gaze fixed on you with the same type of defiance. 

“You don’t even know me, why the hell do you hate me so much?” 

“I just dislike people that take advantage of others.” 

He didn’t truly have a comeback, because he couldn’t wholeheartedly say that he didn’t have a hand in manipulating people. His expression showed hesitance and regret. It caught you a little off guard. 

“You really think anyone would enjoy doing that, being that way..” 

His words fell off. The vulnerability he revealed was so far from what you would expect. You couldn’t really retaliate. Because at that moment, you almost felt sorry. Both for your spiteful words and mistrust when you truly didn’t even know him.  

“Come on out Luthor!!” 

The yell from the otherside startled you. 

Lex’s jaw set, and he pressed his hand to the wall. 

“Don’t make a sound.” 

He mouthed. 

You nodded. 

This wasn’t looking very good. Your heart was hammering, and the fact that the both of you were so close must have alerted him how scared you truly were. His expression conveyed a protectiveness that you didn’t expect. 

“I won’t let you die here, I promise.” 

It was whispered, and for a second you were confused on how he intended to stop these guys before the police decided it was the right time to move. He spun you around the best he could in the small space, reaching for the knob as he jumped out the door slamming it in your face. 

You were terrified. He must have lost his mind. You knew you should have done something, but you were frozen in fear. Because you’d heard the gunshots when they first breached the building. These guys had automatic weapons. How exactly was he planning to stop bullets? 

“I’m here, okay. I’m here. We can walk out of here right now and I’ll take you to get something that could set you up for life.” 

You were trembling. 

Your assailant laughed, and you heard the door open. 

“You hear that James, he wants to help us get rich.” The first said. 

“It doesn’t sound so bad.” His partner replied. 

“If we leave now we can get out before the cops come. No one has to die.” 

Neither of you were aware how many hostages they had. It sounded like Lex was trying to keep the casualties to a minimum by giving himself up. 

You swallow. It was risky to trust these men. It was almost guaranteed that after they got what they wanted, Lex’s life was in their hands. 

“This isn’t your problem. You don’t even know the guy. Who cares if he gets taken by some potentially psychotic killers.” 

Your inner pep talk wasn’t helping. 

Why the hell did you have to be an empath?

Clenching your eyes shut, you grab the knob, pushing your way out of the closet. You stumbled out and the second the two men saw you, they raised their guns. Lex looked startled, maybe a bit pissed. 

You raised your hands on instinct. It must have been comical how much your body was shaking right now. 

“What do we have here, a little mouse? “ The taller man snickered. 

“N-Not a mouse, just an empath.” You stated. 

You could see the confusion on their faces as they laughed. You just closed your eyes, tilting your wrists. Lex stared at the blue mist that seemed to be seeping from your hands. 

“W-What the hell!!” 

Both men screamed. 

They didn’t have a chance to pull their triggers. 

A similar blue glow reflected off their irises. 

The guns dropped from their hands and they both ran off screaming as if they’d seen a ghost. The yells must have alerted the police, because you heard the floor getting breached. 

“EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR NOW!!” 

The yells echoed and you dropped to the floor. Lex followed, dropping at your side. You both were faces down as the cops began to swarm the floor. Although your head was lowered, you could feel Lex’s eyes. 

The turnout was much better. 

Three people had gotten injured, but luckily they were set to make a full recovery. No one had died. The second you were free of the probing questions and mandatory check from the paramedics, you could see the swarm of people behind the police tape. One of which was Clark. The second he caught sight of you he rushed to your side, hugging you happily. 

“Easy Clark, wouldn’t want to open up a stitch.” 

He pulled back immediately. 

“You got stitches!!” 

You shake your head with a smile, lifting your hands. 

“Completely untouched. Just messing with you.”

He didn’t look impressed, but he was still smiling. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” 

Hell, so were you. 

Out of your peripheral you caught sight of Lex. Your head turned the very moment that he looked in your direction. The intensity of his stare was almost too much. It’s like he was trying to solve a mystery. Yet, at the same time he looked almost…relieved. 

Clark wasn’t oblivious to the exchange. His eyes moved in Lex’s direction, and almost immediately Lex’s expression changed. Now he seemed indifferent. You gripped at Clark’s arm, and he broke eye contact, looking down at you. 

“He knows about me.” 

You could practically see the wheels turning in Clark’s head and his body immediately change to a protective stance. As terrified as you were of dying, you were equally as scared of what this meant. Because with Lex now knowing your secret, your future in Smallville was a bit undetermined. 

#lexluthor #past #wrongs #clark kent #lex luthor #smallville #secrets #powers #empath #family #lex x reader #fear

[agentnatesewell]

Book 3 spoiler ask:

I absolutely love Nate, and his is my favourite route, but this book raises so many concerns and questions.

How do you feel about him asking us to run from the trappers? On the one hand I want to understand and do as he says because he is so terrified of losing MC, yet, this is MC's job and they need to feel like their partner sees them as a capable Detective and member of the team.

Also, do you want to talk about his thoughts towards the end? 👀

Hello friend! Thank you for the ask! Absolutely would love to talk about this.

The first question. From a trying-to-understand-n standpoint, I’ve always actually gotten where they’ve been coming from. Does that mean my gal Suri listens to Nate’s plea? No. Not at all. She’s been through Murphy and the Maa-alused, she’s saved UB multiple times. She wants to protect him as much as she thinks she wants to protect her, they’re in a partnership in every sense of the word (at least to her). And she proved it when she was able to distract the Trappers in time for Nate to take them down.

That being said - yes - they do need to trust the detective. Absolutely. It’s a two way trust system.

But really, this happened before we even got any insight to N. That came later when they had their introspective moment, and yeah, I get it. Then the backstory. Etc. I’ll talk about that in a little bit.

One thing I do want to point out is that with the N romance, there has actually been a lot more on the Patreon regarding these fears and how they worry about losing the detective, and how the detective would judge them/leave them for what they’ve done in their past. A few N POVs (book two and book three), a special Patreon write up, and Halloween/Christmas/Winter specials that really sort of round this storyline out.

Putting the rest behind a cut as I’ll delve into post-b3 demo

Okay! So! Yes, I do understand N. At least their POV. They’ve experienced tremendous loss with their father and their half-brother. They know the grief and pain of it. Now there is a human, a human they are in love with. That they have to protect not just out of duty, but out of their love for them and to see them flourish in this confusing world. With the question being - what lengths will they go to?

A human who has every supernatural interested in their blood. Rogues, Trappers, the Agency, themselves.

One thing I liked is that there are parallel scenes in the beginning and the end of the book. Regarding the exact same thing, N’s fear for the detective’s safety. I had Suri tell Nate (who she so gob-smacked in love with) that he has to trust her if this is going to work out between them. And I agree with her - they have to work together and come up with something, or their relationship will continue to be difficult.

I honestly thought they were going to break up. And maybe - as much as I hate to say it - maybe that should have been an option.

Now. THAT scene. Oh THAT scene. Actually completely knocked me off my feet. For reasons beyond the rest, that N purposely drinks half of their blood rations. They’re hungry. The detective’s blood is too enticing.

The thought of that sent them into a spiral in a way that frightened themselves. If you have the bff scene with A, they worry they’ll be the villain in the detective’s story. When they want to be prince/princess charming (not even the hero. A can be the hero).

So, I’ve sort of been all over the place since then. We have a whole book where N and the detective working on boundaries, openness, honesty, trust, and then we are hit with those two scenes.

It was a great time to bring in the BFF. To help calm them down, temper them. Help them realize what it is they need to do. And there is a resolve, a renewed promise in them.

Honestly, I love it. I’m excited to see what comes next. N is a very complex and complicated character. They are good natured, good hearted, incredibly kind and understanding, but there is a darkness in their past they must pass and reconcile within themselves, and there is the whole vampire within themselves. It’s a reminder that there is still so much to learn about them still.

The N route was absolutely wonderful. It made my heart full and happy. I’m curious to the angst that lurks beneath and what we will see when that mask finally comes off. And to then ride off into a happy ending that they and our detectives deserve.

Thank you for the ask! Love talking about my favorite vampire!! Oh now I need book four now!

#thank you for the ask! #anon ask #twc #twc book 3 #twc book 3 spoilers #n sewell

[mymiraclebox]

Maybe a Teer drabble?

[Teer's bio: Vulture of Sorrow.]

---

"Mira, this is Teer, kwami of Sorrow, and they will be your kwami as you set off on your journey."

Teer opened her eyes as she was summoned into the world, peering at the one who held her Miraculous– her new holder.

"Your training has impressed many within the Order," Teer's eyes shifted from the holder to the Guardian that was speaking. She recognized him as the current Guardian on her Miracle Box, though she didn't know much about him. Guardians trained by the Order had never been social with the kwamis.

Besides, he would be dead in a few decades anyways, there was not a point in getting to know him.

"But most of all you have impressed me, which is why I am not only trusting you with a kwami from my box, but with an aspect of Emotion," the Guardian continued. "These powers are not to be taken lightly, or used outside of the threat you are facing. Unlike many abilities, those born from Emotion can affect many people, and you are not responsible for making sure Sorrow only touches those who threaten the world."

The Guardian seemed to be done with his speech, Mira bowing respectfully to him. "Don't worry, Master, your trust in me will not be misplaced." She then took the black handkerchief in her hand, the Miraculous of the Vulture, tying it around her wrist. Mira then looked at Teer, giving her a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you, I'm glad that I'll get the opportunity to work with you"

"It is not a thing to be glad about," Teer replied, drifting over to stand by her new holder's side. "If I am fortunate you will be a good holder who is truly a hero, but then I will only know you for a few years. If luck frowns on me then you will become corrupted and misuse these powers, tearing me from safety for decades to come. Either way this encounter will not end happy."

"Teer," her Guardian snapped. "You do not insinuate that a holder I have picked will turn against the Order!"

Mira on the other hand did not seem upset. "Well, I hope I can prove to you, Teer, that I will be a good partner."

Teer did not see how a good partner would be a good thing. Maybe many years ago it would have been, back when holders were lifelong companions, but those days were now painful memories since she had fallen into the Order's hands. Mira did not understand what being a good holder meant to a kwami, how they would only get a few years of the kindness and the thrill, before the Miraculous would be taken from them again, holder and kwami to no longer meet.

Life was a tragedy as a kwami of the Order.

-

Mira was a good holder.

She fought for good, fearlessly facing the threats the Order of the Guardians guided her to. She was good when it came to battle, defeating those who stood in her way. She was a good person, always kind to Teer, letting her roam within her home, and always having onions on hand for her to feast on.

Mira was a not only a good holder, but also a good friend.

Teer silently cried herself to sleep the night she realized that, tucked in the nook of Mira's neck. Teer had found a kind and valiant holder, and she would not be hers to keep. The Guardians would only let her hold a Miraculous for as long she were young and able to fight, which would not be for much longer. Mira was already a few decades old, and would only have a few more decades left of fighting years at most. And even if this limit wasn't set by the Guardians, humans did not even live for a century. It was a cruel fate, to have such a wonderful species to only lived for such a short moment.

Teer wiped her tears away as she laid there, carefully using her wings to comb at Mira's long black hair. Here she had a wonderful holder, but half of her life she'd spend sleeping like this. Now was a time they could have been together, more moments they could use to just be with one another, but this mortal form did not allow humans to do so.

She was going to lose Mira. To death, to the Order, or to battle. It did not matter how it would happen, this would all painfully end one day, and Teer hated it.

She loved this holder.

-

"I'm pregnant."

Teer looked at her holder, blinking, taking in this news. She was very aware that humans did carry their young inside them, but it had been a long time since she had encountered it in a holder, and she did not quite remember how she was supposed to react to this.

"So there is a young human inside of you?" Teer asked peering at her stomach, finding this so strange. Unifying with a holder or fellow kwami during transformation made sense, but being literally inside other being? How bizarre.

"Yes," Mira said, hesitating. "I haven't told the Guardian yet, and I probably can hide it for just a bit longer, but soon it will be obvious that I'm expecting. After that... I'm going to have to give up my Miraculous."

Teer had gone from curious moments before, to absolutely horrified with just those few words. Wide eyes stared up at her holder, tears forming as she processed what she was saying.

This couldn't be happening. Not now. Mira was a good holder, a strong fighter, she was supposed to have a Miraculous for many more years!

"The Order only allows childless women to be holders," Mira explained softly as Teer grabbed at her dress. "We must have no other duties to serve with the Order. Once they find out I will be ordered to give you back... and for that I'm sorry, Teer, I'm so sorry."

"No!" Teer cried, tears falling down her face. "No, no, no! You're not supposed to leave, not yet! The fight is still happening, you're supposed to be my holder still!"

Teer had been preparing for this day to happen, she had always known it was coming, but now... so soon... she thought she had longer!

"It's not yet," Mira said, scooping her out of the air, thumbs wiping across her face as tears fell. Mira was now crying as well, cradling Teer close. "A few more months."

A few months at most. Teer may not remember everything about young humans, but she knew they grew within their mothers quickly. She did not know how long Mira had been carrying this young one, but she knew it would grow, and it would show.

"Are you... okay ?" Teer asked, looking up at Mira. She could barely make out her holder's expression, tears blurring her sight. She could sense the Sorrow within the human, but she knew that humans felt many emotions at once.

"I'm excited for the child," Mira said softly. "But not for what I must do because of this. I... I do not wish to lose you Teer."

Teer clutched her human tightly, her chest feeling heavy. She had been prepared to lose this holder one day... but not like this. As for the young one growing within her, Teer did not know what to feel. It would be risky to feel anything for them, as she would never get to know this young human. She knew they existed... but like all other humans in her life, they would be taken from her before she could even meet them.

"Maybe one day my child will be your holder," Mira said softly, as if reading Teer's mind.

A possibility, yes, the Order often looked at families of past holders for those to pick in the future, but the possibility of such paths crossing was not worth putting stock in. To place hope into something only for it not to happen was just pain waiting to happen.

If Teer knew a way to make sure this child could be her holder, then perhaps she would hope. If she knew that she could see Mira again after this, then maybe she could find it in her heart to celebrate this child– but Teer could not. All she felt was this aching pain, potent and churning.

What was the point of having so much in her life if she was only going to lose it all?

Teer's wings tightened around Mira, eyes snapping open, and for a moment Teer's tears were dry. She sat there, clinging to her holder, a determination setting in.

She did not want to lose Mira yet.

"We could run," Teer whispered, looking up at her.

"What?" Mira stammered.

"We could run away from the Order," Teer said softly. "Then they could not take the Miraculous away. You would still be my holder, and one day your child could do the same."

A rare giddy feeling was bubbling up in Teer, the sudden hope flaring bright. Running from the Order would mean so much... it would mean departing from her Miracle Box, but it would also mean being with Mira for the rest of her life. It would mean being with this child for their whole life.

A holder from birth until death... a potential good hundred years with one she could love. It would end painfully, perhaps more so than with other holders... but a hundred years with a holder...

"The Order would not forgive us," Mira said softly. "They would hunt us down."

"Other kwamis have done it before."

"Is... is that what you want?" Mira asked quietly. "To come with me, to be away from the Order."

Teer felt their eyes grow wet, tears of joy forming. "More than anything."

#kwami drabbles #vulture kwami #vulture miraculous #teer #my writing #pessimistic pov #kwamis #kwami oc #kwami #oc kwami #these are ending up longer than a drabble #order of the guardians

[yoomiii123]

Catching up with your blog because I’ve been a bit MIA…reading your reblog from @flowerslut post about Maria..I agree with you both, I don’t think she’s this villain and should be hated as much as she is..but what do you think Alice thinks of her? Does Alice hate her? Does Jasper try to reason with Alice that she shouldn’t hate Maria? What’s your HC on Calgary?

Hey there, great to see that you're back! Hope you're doing fine?

So Maria... I'm going to go on a tangent here, so sorry for that in advance.

My general view of Maria has evolved over the years, but it finally settled when I read her backstory in the illustrated guide. To me, she isn't a villain. She's just a tragic character that ended up becoming the antagonist in Alice and Jasper's story.

If you look her up in the illustrated guide, you'll find that once upon a time she had her own vampire family too — a mate and two older vampires that she, for all intents and purposes, considered her parents. She lost all of them to the fighting and that incident never left her.

Her entire coven was slaughtered, and yet, like a proper girlboss, she didn't quit and let them take her too. She fought, she survived, and she decided she'd become better at the game than anyone before her. She was going to get her revenge and she was never going to be backed into a corner like that again.

And she was smart in going about it. Even before Jasper, she handpicked her newborns with care, trained them well. She created her own army. And when she added Jasper to its ranks, he unexpectedly became more than she had expected — not in a romantic sense, she never got over her mate's loss — but very much in a 'professional' way. I believe that, over the years, Jasper became the first person she reluctantly trusted with her empire and her safety; she trusted him to take care of the newborns, to lead them into battle and even let him weigh in on strategies. It wasn't just her on her own anymore. For a few years, she had a true partner in crime.

But then Jasper started to get despondent and the old fears of being backed into a corner, left alone, came back up. He was closer with the newborns, they obeyed him. He turned from ally to potential threat, and being the master strategist she is, she planned for that eventuality.

And while she might have raged for a few hours upon discovering that he left — she'd always had a short temper — she was equally relieved that she didn't have to kill him as he was over not having to end her.

Maria is a person that will always look out for herself first, and she can be pretty vicious in that. But she is not a villain. She's a person that was broken by an incredible loss and has only done two things ever since, relentlessly: survive and seek revenge.

That's how Jasper sees her, and because of that, he has never hated her. He might have hated what he became under her, but never her. He recognises where she comes from and while they might have disagreed and it got ugly on occasion, he always admired what she achieved. This understanding of her only deepened after he met Alice, now having what she had lost.

This is where Alice and him differ. Jasper got to know her as a survivor, someone who flipped the coin and turned out on top in a less than ideal situation. And compared to other leaders down South, she treated him well. Alice, on the other hand, sees Maria as the shackles that kept Jasper chained to an unnecessary violent existence for decades. She recognises how Jasper's life might have been different, if Carlisle had turned him. It's for that reason that I consider Maria to be much more the villain to Alice's story, than to Jasper's. I wouldn't say Alice hates her, but she certainly dislikes her a lot.

It is for this fundamentally different view that I headcanon Alice and Jasper only rarely discussing her. Alice tried to touch on the topic a few times, especially after Calgary. But she eventually gave up because Jasper ended up defending her, and Alice disliked that even more.

As for the Calgary incident: I have a very specific headcanon about that one. It involves more respect, angst, and dead children that you might expect, but I'll keep the details reserved for the Recollections chapter on that. I hope you don't mind 😊

Thanks for asking and making it through my rambling (if you did. I'd understand if you skipped some parts). I loved writing this and putting all my thoughts down on (digital) paper.

#asks #Maria #jasper and maria #jasper hale #alice cullen #calgary incident #the twilight saga #twilight headcanons #jalice

[thatdumbdog]

I don't think my partner and wife understand how special they truly are or what they have done for me.

I used to be an animal that constantly bared their teeth. I wouldn't let a person get physically close even for medical care. I had only known the touch of a drunken fist or the venomous words that somehow hurt even worse.

I looked haunted, I was haunted to be honest. They saw a broken, beaten, scared, and traumatized creature and worked so hard to earn it's trust.

They have spent hours, years even, teaching me how to rest my muzzle softly in their hands, and even shown me what safety can feel like.

I'm forever greatful for them accepting and loving such a broken animal and they now have it's loyalty to it's last breath

#howls #therian #wolfkin #werewolf #caninekin #dogkin

[agentplutonium]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done one of these in forever, and once again haven't been tagged. Either way you guys get the littlest update on what I am working on so that I am held responsible for what I do. ANYWAY

(if ya'll wanna do something too you should tag me! I love seeing people's works :D)

This week I wanna show y'all two snippets, one from my OC work and one from a fandom I rarely talk about on here. I'll start with the fanfic stuff first (all is gonna be under the cut because I think it looks cooler that way)

So, here I present a part of my Cher & Sherlock character study. These guys are from NeXus (created by the one and only @mr-laveau which can be found on their youtube channel). This mostly is just me seeing how my Characterizations of these two listener characters play out with one another. That and I have been itching to write something NeXus related since the second video on the channel. Anyway:

The clock ticked on the wall. There was the occasional shout from outside the apartment. Cher sat at the table, shoulders rigid, fingers tapping the wood beneath them impatiently. The wood was smooth under their arm, the back of the chair digging into their shoulder blades. They wanted to keep moving. They wanted out of here. They wanted to keep everyone safe. Cher was dropped off at Alonzo’s and his partner’s place to be babysat, despite what Uriah told them. He said it was for their safety but they felt Uriah didn’t trust them, or that he thought they couldn’t take care of themselves. It was humiliating. Not to mention this was probably putting the lovers out of their way just to be there with them. They did not want to do that to them. They were not worth the amount of effort the two vampires were putting into them.  Suddenly, a mug was placed before them, snapping out of their thoughts. Owl, what Cher has taken to calling Alonzo’s partner, took the seat across from them, a matching mug in their hands. They were silent, not looking at Cher. Their presence wasn’t… unwanted, but Cher still felt on edge. Their fingers stopped tapping. They couldn’t help but analyze the situation, Owl’s body language, the way they kept their eyes on the mug in their hands, the mug that was left suspended between the two of them. But Owl just fucking sat there. The silence lasted for a few more moments. “It’s just hot chocolate, I’m not trying to kill you,” Owl said, those eyes finally glancing at them. “Thought you might like something to do than just sitting here.”

(You will probably be able to find this fic soon on my AO3 :D)

And now my favourite part of this: the part where I get to show off my OCS. If you haven't seen anything before these two are my god characters. They are the sole reason why in my world anything exists. They are literally my heart and soul you guys i don't know if you understand. ANYWAY, snippet of the creation of the Strix:

Terra had been messing around with different designs for a bit, shaping and reshaping the clay in her hands in an almost bored manner. None of the designs were sticking out to her, and weren’t exactly how she was picturing things. Normally, this wasn’t such a problem. She was usually able to perfectly recreate what she was thinking. However, each time she did just that she found that the design was impractical, or didn’t look the way she imagined it would. In all honesty it was starting to irk her quite a bit.

She was about to give up on the design, but tried one more time. This one was also imperfect, but… Terra thought it had potential. It was a small, winged creature that Terra was going for, but there were a few things that she fixed or added. One of them was a short, curved, needle sharp beak. The other was sharper talons as well. After messing with the colours for a bit, making them a clash of green’s and blue’s, Terra brought the prototype to life. It slowly became mobile, turning it’s head from side to side, watching Terra curiously. Terra held out a finger to it, and it readily hopped over onto it, turning back to Terra and giving a small chirp.

Terra grinned, mouth stretching wide as she watched her creation. “Well, hello, little one,” Terra said gently. “You’re not as big as some of your cousins, but I think you look absolutely adorable.”

The creature chirped in response.

Terra only smiled wider, nose scrunching in the process. “Well then, what shall we name you and your siblings? Hm? Any ideas?”

The creature didn’t respond, only tilting it’s head in the other direction. Terra pursed her lips as she thought.

“What about… finches? No, that’s a bit to human sounding. We need something different.” Terra hummed, reaching up to gently stroke her fingers over the creature’s feathers. She had gotten an idea, and her eyes lit up. “Oh, what about Strix? That’s a fun sounding name. What do you think?” The creature chirped again, and Terra smiled. “I’m so glad. We’ll have to tell Caelus next time we see him, I did promise I’d keep him-”

“Tell me what?” Caelus asked, beside her all of a sudden. He settled next to her on the ground, eyes immediately falling to the Strix. “Never mind. I figured it out.”

Terra gave a sheepish smile, holding out the Strix. “Don’t you think he’s cute, though?”

Caelus didn’t seem like he did. He was never very good at hiding his feelings, especially not from her. “He’s… something,” Caelus said.

Terra swatted at his arm playfully. “Be nice at least. He’s technically yours too.”

Caelus looked spooked by the prospect, however he didn’t have time to comment on it before the Strix was hopping onto his knee. Caelus held as still as possible, eyes not leaving the thing.

“Aw! He likes you!” Terra gushed.

“And, uh… what is he, exactly?” Caelus asked.

“I call them Strix,” Terra said matter-of-factly, but she was already getting distracted.

Caelus stayed like that, staring down this creature. If he was honest, he actually didn’t mind this one all that much. It was a bit of an eyesore, but he was a bit smaller than the others. It was roughly the size of half his forearm in height. A manageable size. The creature chirped at him, and Caelus couldn’t help but give a small smile, reaching forward to cautiously stroke the feathers on the creature’s head. It looked like a freaky bird, he commented to himself.

Terra’s words caught up to him then, and he snapped his gaze to her. “I’m sorry, them? What do you mean them?”

“There’s more than one,” Terra said, like it was obvious, “I just haven’t had the time to make them. But-” She trailed off, taping the ground in front of her, at the feet of a few dozen more. They came to life in a blink, all staring at their companion and at Caelus. It was only a second more before Caelus was swarmed in a flurry of feathers and wings. Terra gasped, watching as the creatures settled and Caelus was covered with the birds.

Caelus did not look happy. Terra tried to keep her giggling subdued.

“Get them off,” Caelus said through his teeth.

“I don’t know, I think this look suits you,” Terra snickered.

“Terra-”

“Okay okay,” Terra said, though her amusement was still evident. She rose to her knees, hands reaching for the creatures, fanning them away or moving them herself. “Come on guys, you heard him. Shoo. Go.”

Caelus was relieved when they were all gone, but he was still grumpy. Terra giggled again.

“Oh come on, It wasn’t that bad! Stop being so grumpy. I saw you smiling at the first one, I know you secretly like them,” Terra teased.

“I do not,” Caelus denied.

“Uh-huh, okay, whatever you say big guy.”

Terra’s amusement was cut short when one of the Strix flew over and pecked at her neck.

“Ow!” She cried out, hand flying to the spot. She frowned at the creature who fluttered in front of her, looking up with that curious gaze of theirs. She pulled her hand away, only for it to come back smeared with blood. Her frown deepened even more.

“Are you okay?” Caelus asked, concern in his tone, half reaching toward her out of habit.

“Yeah,” Terra said, more mystified than in pain. “They shouldn’t… they probably don’t know better. They were just created after all.”

Caelus still seemed wary, but Terra didn’t allow for the conversation to continue. Instead, she started herding the birds up to place in a temporary home until she felt like they could join the rest of the world. It was going to be a while before they were accustomed to their new world, and Terra also had to train them on a few things to keep them safe.

This will be fine, Terra could feel it in her very core.

If you wanna read more, I also have this story about Terra and her realization that Vampires exist.

that is all I have, but but I love talking about my things and am open to any questions, and like I said i'd love to see y'alls work too!!

#plutonium_WIPW #plutonium_fanfiction #plutonium_rambles #Plutonium_Files #guys i need to talk about my things in order to get it written #it is a curse that I bear #ocs #original character #nexus #nexus fanfiction #that's right im starting that tag

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Sensible Suggestions For Consensual/Non-Consent

In the realm of romantic romps and amorous adventures inside the particular playground of BDSM beckons the bold and the curious. Within this realm, consent and non-consent play form the exciting edges where communication, passion, trust, and, yes, consent intertwine. In this saucy story, we shall embark on a jovial journey, exploring what consent/non-consent play entails, while stipulating some safety standards.

Clarity on consent is key. To comprehend the core of consent/non-consent play, we must first grasp the essence of consent itself. Enthusiastic, informed consent is

the magic that transforms the curious into the consenting adults, ensuring that everyone involved willingly steps onto the BDSM carousel. It is the ethical framework that upholds respect and autonomy, striving to prevent any mishaps. Remember, consent is like coffee only sipped when it is piping hot, and never forced upon an unwilling palate.

Non-consent necessitates noteworthy negotiation. Now, let's address the slippery eel in the room, non-consent play. This particular twist in the BDSM tapestry involves scenarios where one party "appears" to withhold consent, often dancing on the delicate tightrope between fantasy and reality. While it might sound as tricky as performing an acrobatic routine on a unicycle, it does not have to be because, through open communication and negotiation, you can navigate these precarious paths with grace, finesse, and complete dedication to safer scenes.

Boundaries and safe words work. Not only do they work, but they are also mandatory! To make merry in the land of consent/non-consent play, establishing boundaries and safe words becomes as essential as ensuring one's trusty Kinkiana Jone’s whip is cleaned and perfectly polished. Before embarking on this tantalizing journey, engage in an honest discussion with your partner(s), outlining limits and desires like a cartographer charting a treasure map. Remember, safe words and gestures are your very own magical incantations choose words and gestures that are easy to remember and understand. Additionally, they MUST be promptly as well as properly respected by your trusted partner(s).

Communication and check-ins must be woven into the framework of the scene. Like a good magician unveiling their secrets, the key to a successful consent/non-consent performance lies in impeccable communication and frequent check-ins. Keep those lines of communication open wider than the Grand Canyon, ensuring that both the dominant and submissive sides remain on the same page of the kinkiest storybook ever written. A sprinkle of humor never goes amiss here, as a well-timed quip can lighten the mood when discussing boundaries or providing feedback.

When it is all said and done, everyone involved needs to meet back up in the quaint village of Cuddle Corners because the grand finale is aftercare. Once the wild whirlwind of play subsides, it is time to descend from the peaks of passion into the tranquil valley of comfort. Aftercare is like a warm hug or a cozy blanket, providing solace and tending to the needs of all involved. Create your own Cuddly Corners Village equipped with soft pillows, fluffy blankets, and maybe even a stash of chocolates, for those naughty indulgences. Remember, adventurous amigos, aftercare is the soothing balm that calms, heals, and connects thus ensuring that everyone feels cherished and cared for.

In the delightful circus of consent/non-consent play, safety serves as the sturdy tightrope that prevents tumbles and preserves joy. By establishing clear boundaries, utilizing safe words, maintaining open communication, and embracing aftercare, you will juggle the flaming batons of passion and pleasure with a skill that would make any circus performer envious. So, let the laughter of consent and the giggle of non-consent intertwine harmoniously, creating a symphony of desire that leaves no room for accidents or regrets.

Remember, in the circus of the lifestyle consent is the ringmaster that ensures everyone leaves the tent with a smile on their face and a story to tell. So, grab your whips, don your leather, and prepare for the greatest kinky show on earth. Is consent/non-consent play something you have considered or engaged in and what advice would you add to ensure these scenes are choreographed safely?

As with all of my thoughts, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2023

#d/s relationship #d/s community #d/s blog #d/s real life #dom/sub #bdsmblog #bd/sm community #bd/sm lifestyle #ds community #chattingwiththelightkeeper #bdsmlife #bdsmrelationship #d/s lifestyle #d/s dynamic #bd/sm relationship #my thoughts #my writing #consent #consent/nonconsent

[heavyskysystem]

bro I feel like I can talk about it now that cederic is halfway stable. but I have personally never experienced anything more scary than having an alter take over to specifically threaten and hurt somebody I loved and cared for. nothing makes you feel as out of control as..... your own body hurting someone you love. and you having like... zero control over it. its taken from your hands. youre just helpless. good guy aimed right for what would hurt me worst. cuz like as an alter he obviously had direct access to every little fear I had and everything I think would be the worst.

it was my perfect fucking nightmare for so many months.

there were days I locked myself inside the bedroom, stayed inside all day and avoided my boyfriend cuz I was scared of cederic taking over to threaten or harm him. I was in and out of psych wards both cuz of physical damages that had the possibility to cause lasting damages everytime to myself and bcz I was scared for my partner and didnt trust myself around ppl cuz an alter may try to attack someone or harm them physically.

I went from not having a history of violence, never even having thoughts or tendencies in that direction, to someone who could not protect the persons he loves most from herself. all bcz of an alter.

that fucked with me. tremendously.

but now????????????????????? its over????????? after all these months??? its over?? safety?? stability??? connection??? praise??

its just good now. I lost. like a lot. like this shit fucked with me. it sabotaged everything. I did not just lose a relationship lol.

like. ive heard of persecutors, but that that shit could fuck with you like that.

& I cant describe how fucking dumb and silly and pathetic I feel for being like, an alter hurt my partner and it was traumatizing and bad for me. like this is still my body that done did it lol. I still feel responsible, I still feel fucking guilty for it even if I had ZERO way of stopping it. .

like. we as a system did damage to this person psychologically too. my now ex bf basically had the girl he loved ripped from him within a single day, ever since the repressed memories came back and switches started to happen. and he held the trauma inside. like. idk what to do with that. we as a system literally hurt this person so fucking badly. cuz he was close to us and around us during that fucked up timespan. just cuz he was THERE and alters were so fucking aggressive. I feel like its my fault for not having had control over them.

he went from feeling so safe w/ me, hed fall asleep ten seconds after being in my arms to fearing just being in a room with me. like. our entire relationship was build on trust and mutual safety-giving. connection. intimacy. it was a deep and loving relationship. with enough faults. but still. he was the first person that actually loved me, not just obsessed over me. he was the only person I couldve imagined having children with. I loved him. I really did. Like. you wouldnt believe the lvl of trust and safety this person had in me for all these years weve been together. then the DID really starts becoming obvious and it all flows together. and its just... a decrease steady decline after that. with so much violent energy. so much psychological damage.

but for him its like? yeah. he saw the person he loved go from someone he knew, to someone hes deadly afraid of, someone he felt he hardly knew. fucking terrified whenever an alter fronted, cuz he always cud tell cuz our voice and body-language changes. all of it terrifying to him. understandably so.

its fucking scary to go from a person that never acted or felt violent, to someone who has like alters switch her out and take over to act violent, to be out of control. and you know somewhere its your responsibility, cuz it just is. its still your body doing it. you know? even when youre completely blacked out.

& I think psychologically that was so fucked up for him.

Just to see the girl he loved being ripped away from him, the hatred he felt for my alters. the sheer fucking grudge he had against them. up until he had to accept being w/ me wasnt possible anymore. and I wanted that breakup ever since alters started acting out, ik I was shit for him to be around.

Idk man. Ive been w/ that guy since I was 17 years of age. He was a major part of my life. and im HAPPY about the breakup. cuz I didnt wanna stay w/ him after we done all that. I think it doesnt fucking matter if a alter did it or I did it. as soon as theres violence, its over. no excuses. so im glad it ended.

but like all of it was so fucking fucking fucking mental.

And now? I somehow got it under control. somehow its no longer even a worry.

I got control back. cederic is no longer rlly acting out. and if then its only aimed at me.

I made it out. I made it thru it. I survived it.

and now?? i have like. someone in my head with me still cheering me on, no longer butting in and trying to take over my body. no longer using all the horrible ways he could miuse us sharing a body to cause harm. now its becoming peaceful and pretty and serene. and comfortable. and connective and loving.

who wouldve thought man.

just a positive little guy in my head that cheers me on, that is there for me, that listens, that grounds me when I have flashbacks, that cheers me up, that tries to help me. that compliments me. praises me.

just a damaged person learning to be better.

#vent

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi sex witch, so I've been dating this guy and we're potentially gonna have sex for the first time on friday. we've fooled around before but havent done anything I would define as sex yet. I've only been in one sexual relationship previous and it wasnt great. we had sex a lot in the beginning but in retrospect we moved way too fast into territory I wasn't comfortable with but didnt know how to articulate (we were 17) and for the last two years of our relationship I was basically totally uninterested in sex. it's been three and a half years since then and I haven't had sex since (I still masturbate, just nothing partnered). my partner is wonderful and understanding and he's completely respected my boundaries and hasnt tried to pressure me into anything the whole time we've been together. I'm 24 now and I've been able to talk to him about what I'm worried about this time. like, extensively. he wants to wait until I'm ready, but has made it clear he wants it too. but my question is - how do I know if I'm ready?? I really want to have sex with him, but I wanted to in my last relationship initially too. I dont want the same thing to happen in this relationship where I outpace myself and then it backfires when I realize I went too fast, and then I psych myself out about it for a very long time. we've only been together for two months and I started out imagining it would take me much longer to be comfortable enough and ready enough to try sex again. I think i might be ready now, but I have no clue how to tell if I'm actually ready or if I'm just lying to myself because I want to be ready. any advice? thanks in advance :^)

hi anon,

so here's a thing about big decisions: you may never know if you're all the way ready unless you take the plunge and find out. all big decisions - quitting a job, making a cross-country move, emotionally investing in a new relationship - can have big, unforeseen consequences that we sometimes need to embrace without being able to actually know if we're completely, all the way ready for them. in many cases, it's impossible to know for sure.

here's a better question to ask: are you embarking on this decision with someone who you trust to support you if it doesn't go according to plan?

from the very little I know of your intended sexual partner, he sounds like a lovely person - patient, aware of your needs, more than happy to meet you where you're at. how wonderful! you say you've already told him extensively about your previous relationship and how it hurt you, so now it's time to start talking about the present and how to avoid that happening again.

discuss what kinds of check-ins the two of you can practice during intimacy to make sure you're feeling comfortable and safe, and how you'll set the speed of progress to keep it from becoming overwhelming. most importantly, discuss what you'll do if you do start feeling like you'd like to tap out. plan for safewords, taking breaks, what kind of support you'll need if you need to take a time out - would you prefer to be held, or not touched at all? and most importantly, set up a backup plan in case sex ends up being an absolute non-starter. it might not feel great to have to pull the plug, but a nice backup plan of watching a movie and ordering takeout means you'll still get to spend nice quality time together instead of sitting around in uncomfortable silence.

I'm going to leave you with this: it's been seven whole years, and you're a very different person now than you were when you were 17. you're older, wiser, more mature, and it sounds like you're much more aware of your needs and the importance of seeing them respected. I believe very much that you are capable of deciding which calculated risks you want to take, and building yourself the safety net you need to survive the experience in one piece. you got this, anon.

xoxo,

ur sex witch

#sex edventures 2022

[kerrysdreamcorner]

𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎 ~ 𝟣𝟣.𝟩.𝟤𝟥

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“Moping again, sweetheart?”

I cracked a single eye open, taking in the indigo star filled sky and the Illyrian grinning down at me. Though his smile was as boisterous as he, his tone was soft. Gentle. Coaxing.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and sat up. “How do you always find me?”

“Because you need me.”

Sensing him sit down behind me, I let my weight fall back against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around my middle, warm and secure and comforting, knees a welcomed cage on either side of me. He didn’t say anything, just held me in a patient silence.

The General can be patient when he wants to be.

“I don’t know what to do, Cass.” I finally said, blinking back the stinging sensation building behind my eyes. “I feel defeated. There’s nothing else I can say or do to make her understand how her choices affect my sisters and I. How much of a mental scar this bullshit had created.”

His wings rustled. “He’s back in the picture? Seriously?”

“Yup.” I closed my eyes again and inhaled sharply. “Baby sister happened to look out her window and saw him in the yard. I stayed in the living room playing guard dog to make sure my mother didn’t let him in.”

Cassian’s arms tightened around me. “I hate that you had to do that.”

“So do I, but someone has to be the protector. My mother can’t be trusted to fill that roll, and I’m the oldest, so…”

“Too bad Feyre didn’t have you for an older sister.”

I cracked a small smile at that, but it quickly faded. “I just don’t understand it, Cass. I understand her want for a partner, I really, really do. The only love life I have going is you and whoever else I daydream into existence.” He snorted at that. “But still, to be so attached to someone like that, someone who has destroyed the peace in our home and our sense of safety… She’s settling for everything she taught us never to put up with.”

He ran his fingers up and down my sides. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to protect you from that.”

My eyes started to burn again, my throat joining in this time. All I’ve ever wanted was to feel protected by someone else, but… “You do protect me. You remind me every day what love is supposed to be. If I didn’t have you, or any of the others I’ve fallen in love with on my book journeys, I don’t know where my head and heart would be now. I’d probably be repeating the shitty patterns I grew up around.”

Cassian gave me another gentle squeeze. “You’re strong willed and smart enough to know what you want for yourself. You’re not afraid to seek out the help you need to break those patterns. Be proud of yourself for that, because I’m proud of you.”

Sighing, I snuck further into his warmth. “You really can’t whisk me away to Prythian?”

He chuckled deeply. “Not yet. Your time in your world isn’t done. But when it is, I’ll come and get you, and you can spend an eternity with me… with all of us, in Velaris.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Promise?”

“On everything that I am.”

“Okay. I’m holding you to that.” Facing forward again, I let the back of my head rest against his shoulder. “Stay until I fall asleep?”

“I got you. I’ll make sure you wake up safe and sound in your bed.”

Closing my eyes and exhaling deeply, I put all of my thoughts into Cassian. His warmth, how safe he made me feel, the leather smell clinging to him, I focused entirely on him until I started feeling light.

Then I felt nothing at all.

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[toadallytickles]

Hello there I hope all is well,this is my first time sending in a question I’m fairly new to tumblr,I have a blog but I don’t post on it at all,I like stuff but that’s about it,I’m not new to the tk community and I’ve been looking around for a while,I’ve never done a session in real life and I know that one of the key things in this community is safety ! And of course that is so important!! ..now since I don’t post at all my account can legit seem suspicious since I follow tk blogs and I just look like some kind of person who stalks these accounts ! i really want to interact more and post so people feel comfortable with me to potentially to meet ups but idk what to post? like what can I do so I seem more approachable in this community? Pls any advice by you or your followers would genuinely be so much appreciated !! Thank u

Hello! Thank you for sharing this ask!

It’s totally fine to have a lurker account, there are a lot out there, though they are less approachable and more likely to be ignored, blocked, not welcomed in group chats and Discord Servers.

Safety is very important in community and in play! A lot of members join these online kink communities to seek safety and community, to make friends and play partners, or even find a romantic partner- though that genuine friendship and connection has to be there first. These members are real humans with feelings and boundaries, and tickling is an intimate thing they want to indulge in with genuine people. Being safe includes meeting up with someone who you are comfortable with and trust. No one wants to be treated like a kink dispenser or just their role in play. Treating people like kink dispensers includes tickle talking immediately in the DMs, demanding more content, crossing boundaries for your own selfish needs, and using honorifics and names they never consented to- and this all means you are unable to understand consent and should not be playing with anyone.

You don’t want to SEEM more approachable, you NEED to be more approachable! It’s very easy for members to pick up someone’s true intentions. There are no shortcuts for making genuine connections and relationships. If you really want to be involved, you have to be involved!

Decorate your profile! Get rid of the default icon and header- those can earn an instant block. Add your own header, a profile picture, and a description! The description is the text under the icon and header; users usually put their (nick)name, age, gender, sexuality, roles, and links here as a little ‘about me.’

❗️Put your age on your page. This is super important when interacting in a kink community. Most users prefer a number age. Some users accept a birth year or “Adult.” Though that or nothing can get blocked.

Add a pinned post! Most users use the pinned post feature as their ‘about me.’ This is where you share a bit more about yourself, how you like to interact in the community, your boundaries, interests, and what you’re looking for!

❗️Please read people’s pinned posts! They are specifically written to be read and respected! Users are purposely putting themselves out there to make connections and relationships! Pinned posts also help you determine if you’re interested or compatible with a user!

Blog and reblog your interests! Your blog can just be a kink blog if you choose! Some members like to reblog their vanilla interests or memes they like! A lot of people enjoy tag reading too if you’d like to add extra comments in the tags! This can help people get to know you, and they may approach you with a similar interest to start a conversation with you! Just be yourself and those meant for you will gravitate towards you!

Be patient. This is not an overnight change. You will have to put effort and energy getting involved in the community and making connections. Both in-person and online communities are welcoming of new members, though can be hesitant at first as they have to see if you’re authentic and genuine. You can’t just attend one event and then dip out when it didn’t go your way. You have to keep going, getting involved, and people will notice your presence and get to know you little by little overtime. It takes time to build authentic, intimate relationships, and it’s totally worth the wait and energy spent. The reason we made friends in school was because we were seeing the same people daily; the same applies here- keep attending events, meeting people and getting involved.

Join a gathering or community Discord Server. Discord is great for getting to know people as all conversations are spectated on, you get to know more than one person at a time, and you can join in on audio and video calls! The tickle gathering Discord Servers are great as everyone is a verified adult, and all of them but NEST only welcome vetted members. This can help you get in touch with in-person players with play experience, and can help you get vetted in turn! Some Tumblr users have created their own community Discord Servers!

Attend local in-person kink events! You can use Fetlife to find local events, like munches and play parties! Some people have tickling as an interest, or as Clay and I have discovered in our local scene, people can develop that interest if you’re willing to talk about it~.

Attend a tickle gathering! These are play-party-like events where tickle kinksters come together to hang out, reunite with friends and partners, and play! Play is not guaranteed, though there are people who do pick-up play after some conversation!

Take inspiration from other blogs! Are there any blogs that you enjoy and gravitate towards? Take inspiration from their setup and how they run their blog! Something they’re doing makes them interesting and approachable to you!

Have play references; both good and bad. When playing with someone new, it’s safe to ask who they’ve played with in the past and how those sessions went. It’s also safe to talk to those past play partners before playing with them! Watching them play publicly at a play event is a safe practice too! When you’re new to play, you may not have references, and that’s okay! Be sure to only play with someone you’re comfortable with, and take things slow. Do not jump or rush into play or new activities; build up your knowledge and rapport.

Tips on joining the Tumblr community

How to approach people in the community

NEST Discord Server

Find and attend tickle events!

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