#stop female genital mutilation

[humanrightsconnected]

“There has been significant progress made in eliminating the practice in the past 30 years. Young girls in many countries today are at much lower risk of being subjected to FGM than their mothers and grandmothers were in the past. However, progress is not universal or fast enough. In some countries, the practice remains as common today as it was three decades ago.” - Unicef

Explore today 5 tips from The Global Goals on how to eradicate Female Genital Mutilation (FGM)!

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#female genital mutilation #fgm #end fgm #stop fgm #women #women's rights #women empowerment #feminism #girls #girls' rights #girl child #children #children's rights #human rights #stop violence against women #stop violence #violence against women #vaw #elimination of violence against women #gender based violence #gbv #somalia #mali #djibouti #egypt #guinea #ethiopia #kenya #sierra leone

[saintofpride201]

I'm both amused and annoyed by this site's problem of someone making a post that states "Murder is bad" and the takes that roll in range from "This is wrong, murder is a valid coping mechanism" to "This is wrong, Murder is a main pillar in Spocktopian culture and you're being very insensitive to other people's cultures" and even to "Just mind your business and don't tell me what to do". And the in between is somehow worse with every take you see.

#Like... A post that's circulating rn is saying that female genital mutilation is bad. But someone pulls the cultural insensitivity card #There was a post I saw a few years ago about how the stoning of gays in the middle east was bad and the culture card was pulled #That reddit/4chan post where someone said 'stop speeding' and someone popped up and said 'speeding is a coping mechanism' comes to mind too #And how can we forget 'How about you don't text & drive?/How about you mind your business?' #It gets funny at first. But as they keep coming it gets annoying then depressing.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

i dont know what to do.

everyday i wake up with all this knowledge about the sex industry and neoliberalism and capitalism and racism and exploitation and slave wage labour and actual slaves and child rapists and female genital mutilation and mandatory hijab and sex tourism and mail brides and child brides and domestic abuse and the beauty industry and porn and bdsm and war crimes and rape in prison and forced birth and women dying during birth and surrogacy and the fertility industry and sex buyers and male depravity and daily and normalised misogyny and micro aggressions and the lies we are told and the lies so many believe and the gender care gap and immigrant women and disabled women and mentally ill women and girls who just want to go to school and daughters who will never be treated like sons and all the unpaid domestic and emotional labor and and and

and all the harm and suffering girls and women are enduring, have to endure

and i dont want to stop thinking about my sisters’ suffering because we are where we are because too many people don’t care but it’s eating me from the inside out

#crying screaming ripping my hair out #will it ever get better. #misogyny is everywhere #mine #rant #radfem

[chlorinatedpopsicle]

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s10508-023-02717-0

In an online survey of 1124 heterosexual British men using a modified CDC National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey, 71% of men experienced some form of sexual victimization by a woman at least once during their lifetime.

If men would like male sexual victimization to be taken more seriously, maybe they should start by not responding to news about instances of male sexual victimization with jokes and/or "he's so lucky!!" comments. I'm sure you already know what I'm talking about, but here's a small example:

I don't know about you, but I never see women making “I got raped by a priest” jokes, “don't drop the soap” jokes, or “fellas, how would you react if you found her? [picture of unconscious or dead woman]” jokes, etc. I only ever see men and boys doing that, strangely enough. Until men and boys stop doing that all the fucking time, I'm gonna find it hard to sympathize with their plight.

The study examines how men may feel discouraged from speaking out about instances of sexual victimization because – as a result of male socialization and male gender expectations – they are afraid of showing any emotional weakness / vulnerability; men may see any display of emotional distress as emasculating. This is true. However, one has to ask: who are the ones who perpetuate these male gender expectations in the first place? Who are the ones pushing these ideas of masculine stoicism; the idea that men mustn't show weakness? In case you've been living under a rock, liberal women have been encouraging men to show more emotional vulnerability for decades now. Liberal women push the “men's mental health matters!!! male SA victims are valid!!!” stuff harder than anyone, even MRAs. Just as men are the ones making the rape jokes, these masculine gender expectations are taught and upheld almost entirely by men. They created the stigma all on their own.

Anyway, let's address the elephant in the room: 71% is a big number! I have to wonder, though, how many of the reported sexual victimization incidents were rape, and how many were things like unwanted sexual comments, groping, and leering. Those things are definitely distressing and even psychologically damaging, but nobody should deny that they are not on the same level as sexual assault – something experienced by a staggeringly high number of women and girls. Anyway, here it is:

As I expected, forced penetration (what I would consider rape) doesn't make up a whole lot of that percentage. If you want, you can scroll through some of the tags on my blog to see how statistics for female SA victims differ. Well, probably. Tumblr's tagging system is finicky.

I'm sorry, but I'd rather focus my concern on the things that men are doing. Like mass-scale sex trafficking and prostitution. And violent pornography. And spycam terrorism / voyeuristic porn / deepfake porn. And forced child marriage and bride kidnapping. And barring girls from going to school. And female genital mutilation. And forcing women to wear head-coverings and then brutally assaulting and arresting them if they don't comply. And constant femicides. And "honor" killings. And incestuous rape and sexual abuse at horrifying rates. And brutal domestic violence. And every war in the history of humanity (and all the violence that war entails). And committing over 90% of violent crimes. And raping the female patients in their care. And raping babies and corpses and animals like it's nobody's business. And other quirky male activities. Thanks for the ask!

#asks #mine

[radfem-rage]

do you ever think about how emotionally immature TiMs and TiFs are? Everything I see them hung up on as been stuff I dealt with when I was 12-18. Yet they're out here hung up on it despite being 23+. Stuff like being obsessed with having followings, treating trivial things like it's their personality (gender, pretending their bad habits makes them cool, etc), being a mindless consumer (they all act like teens- wanting all this junk and being equally bad with money), not wanting to work because it's soooo unfair, being mad at the way SoCiEtY is (in regards to trivial things), etc.

It's honestly kinda creepy seeing TiMs in their 40s sounding the same way as 16yr TiMs, since literally most trans people sound and act the same fucking way. Its so uncanny, but it's due to their sheer lack of personality. They then turn into little "clusters" of appearance. Are you an it/itself/pup *posts pictures of furries and bdsm* trans or are you a they/them *posts pictures of cottagecore* trans? Don't even get me started on their physical appearance, because yes they even look alike physically and there's sets of "clusters" in regards to style. Are you the kidcore-esc dyed hair still feminine they/them girl or are you the porn-addicted dead-eyed blond twink trying to mimic an e girl? Or are you Chris Chan? lolol

When I see how they all function, especially with how I had plenty of friends who transed out.... It makes me conscious of how much I matured over the years. I wonder if I would be less mature if I wasn't actually dealing with systemic issues? Like abuse, homelessness, discrimination, etc. I went from "youre so mature for your age" to feeling like a "child within an adult body" to now feeling like my actual age. Progress! Yet with these people, there is no progress. They all come across as children in adult bodies.

Holy shit, yes!

What scares me is how the trans community has no problem telling the mentally ill youth that if their pretend identity isn’t affirmed at all times or if their insane demands are not being accepted immediately, it is a valid reason to threaten to commit suicide or shoot yourself. Things like:

• Demanding your parents never call you your “deadname” again out of nowhere

• Parents being forced to forget about how their child used to be before they got mentally ill and when they obviously struggle (because duh, a woman that gave birth to a girl will obviously struggle when that now teenage girl pretends she is a boy) they’re evil

• Tattoos of deadnames must be covered up or “fixed” to have the TiP’s new name or be removed all together

• Genital mutilation surgery the moment they want it and if the parents refuse or want to wait they’re evil transphobes who deserve to die.

• Never being allowed to share news articles about Trans pedophiles or rapists because “transphobia”

• TiF’s invading gay bars and TiM’s invading lesbian bars and then act confused when no one wants them around even though they have been shown multiple times no one wants the opposite sex in gay bars.

Trans people are indeed like children in adult bodies. They have never been told the word “no” and can’t accept it, either. They are stuck in a trans hug-box all day long that will affirm their bullshit and lie to them at every second of every day, they will only depend on other trans people because everyone else is transphobic and slowly lose connections with sane individuals. Then the moment they realize they were never born in the wrong body after all and underwent FGM/MGM for nothing the trans community will backstab them and tell them to k!ll themselves.

I used to have 2 TiM friends. Both were addicted to porn and thought women lived life on easy mode. They were acting extremely feminine and like a sexist stereotype, because they thought that was all a woman was, the moment I stopped affirming their bs and told them women aren’t regressive stereotypes or “feminine people” but adult people of the female sex, they dumped me as a friend. I never once regretted it because truth deserves to be spoken and I got nothing to be ashamed of. I too, changed a lot over the years and became more mature and outspoken, and grew & improved myself a lot, from libfem to radfem, and I love that about myself. ✌🏻

#I apologize it took so long #to answer lol I forgot to check asks #radfem #radical feminism #terf #terf friendly #terfs please touch #radblr #terfblr

[anamericangirl]

Girl, 9, accused of being trans at Kelowna track meet

Two Kelowna moms are speaking out after their 9-year-old daughter was verbally assaulted at a track and field event on Thursday at Kelowna's Apple Bowl.

The mothers, who choose not to identify their daughter, say she was competing in a shot-put event when a grandfather of one of the other participants started yelling at her.

"She went to step up to compete for the grade four shot-put final, and right before she went to throw, a grandfather of a student said, 'Hey, this is supposed to be a girls' event, and why are you letting boys compete.' My daughter is cisgender, born female, uses she/her pronouns. She has a pixie haircut," said mom Heidi Starr.

Starr says the man then carried on to demand certification to prove that her daughter was born female.

"He stopped the entire event. He also pointed at another girl who also had short hair. He then piped in and said, 'Well, if she is not a boy, then she is obviously trans.'"

Starr said the man's wife then started calling her "a genital mutilator, a groomer, and a pedophile."

Central Okanagan School District superintendent Kevin Kaardal confirmed with Castanet that steps are being taken to ban the man from all school-related events.

"Staff intervened and actually moved the shot-put away from where he was. The gentleman was not a part of our school district. We are taking steps to ensure he is not able to be on our school property or attend events in the future."

Kaardal said the incident was "totally unacceptable."

"Adults need to govern themselves and behave appropriately," he added.

Kari Starr, the girl's other mother, says Thursday's events have rocked their daughter's confidence.

"This has destroyed our beautiful daughter's confidence, and she was inconsolably crying during this whole event and continued once it was over and we were leaving. Not to mention, she was unable to concentrate on her track and field finals and the shot-put throw for which she had qualified," Kari said.

The parents posted a photo and identity of the man on local Facebook groups, but Castanet is not publishing that information because the man's identity has not been confirmed by the school district.

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Man accuses 9-year-old girl with short hair of being trans & leaves her sobbing

The old man told her and another girl with short hair that they're "obviously trans" and shouldn't compete.

One of the girl’s mothers, Heidi Star, tells local news site Castanet that her daughter was competing in the fourth-grade shot-put finals at a track and field event at the Apple Bowl in Kelowna, B.C., on June 8. As she stepped up to compete, the grandfather of another student competing in the event began yelling from the stands.

“‘Hey, this is supposed to be a girls’ event, and why are you letting boys compete,’” the man shouted, according to Heidi Star, who said her daughter is cisgender, uses she/her pronouns, and wears her hair in a short pixie cut.

Star said the man’s outburst brought the event to a halt and that he also indicated another student-athlete with short hair who he insisted was “obviously trans.”

According to Star, the man’s wife accused her of being “a genital mutilator, a groomer, and a pedophile,” while he insisted that she provide proof that her daughter was born female.

Star told Kelowna news site iNFOnews.ca that her daughter was left “shaking and sobbing.”

“All the kids that were there went, ‘This is gross. This is rude, why would he be doing this?’ The other child he pointed out just ran away altogether,” she said.

iNFOnews.ca reports that when organizers of the event, which brought together student-athletes from schools across the region, moved the shot-put finals to a pit away from where the man was seated, he followed. When teachers asked him to leave, he refused.

Central Okanagan School District 23 superintendent Kevin Kaardal said that the man was not from the district. But, Kaardal said, the district is “taking steps to ensure he is not able to be on our school property or attend events in the future.”

Star, who is a gay woman, said that her daughter has worked with a transgender coach and theater teacher and had a transgender cousin. “She completely understands the spectrum of gender and diversity,” Star said, adding that her daughter has never witnessed this kind of hatred before.  

The girl’s other mother, Kari Star, said that the incident destroyed their daughter’s confidence. “She was inconsolably crying during this whole event and continued once it was over and we were leaving. Not to mention, she was unable to concentrate on her track and field finals and the shot-put throw for which she had qualified,” she said.

“Mostly, she feels very sad whenever she thinks about it,” Heidi Star said. “It was really sad to be asked for a certificate to prove she’s a girl.”

Star, said she considers what happened to her daughter to be a hate crime. She said she filed a report with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police but was told that because officers did not witness the incident, there was nothing they could do.

“The biggest thing I’m really hoping is that policies will be put in place so that, when stuff like this happens police are called right away,” she said. “There was no protocol on what to do and we have to kind of accept that this is the world we live in and you’re going to get people who feel emboldened enough to do these atrocious things. It’s not fair to the parent volunteers at these events to be expected to navigate what are really criminal harassment matters.”

The incident demonstrates the detrimental effect panic around transgender athletes competing in girls’ and women’s sports can have on all athletes. In the U.S., several states have passed laws banning trans women and girls from participating on school sports teams that reflect their gender identity. Laws introduced by Republicans in states like Florida and Ohio that would have required student-athletes to be subjected to “genital examinations” in order to participate in girls’ sports have been defeated in state legislatures.

This is what your and your party's hateful actions are causing.

Ok since these people are unidentified and there's no verification that this even happened other than someone said so and so many of these incidences eventually turn out to be hoaxes I'm not even going to really believe this happened until the "journalists" reporting on it start doing some actual journalism and investigate the claims.

But, if it did happen, this is not because of me and my party, it is directly because of you and your party.

YOUR PARTY is the one promoting the sick idea of transgender children.

YOUR PARTY is the one reinforcing gender stereotypes by pretending young girls who don't look or act like traditional girls (a short haircut, for example) are trans.

YOUR PARTY is the one pushing for transwomen to be able to play on sports teams with biological women.

YOUR PARTY created this issue.

If this did happen, it was inappropriate but it happened because of YOUR PARTY pushing this ideology onto children and the rest of us and creating unsafe and unfair environments for actual women.

Now you've seen the negative results of the evil you push for so you're trying to pin it on us but you can't escape the fact that this is your fault.

#anon #answered

[mythicamagic]

Living Deliciously: Yang/Liliana Demon AU oneshot

Summary: A wandering demon happens upon the revered Saint Liliana of Burlone, and becomes infatuated with the idea of bringing about her fall into damnation. Rated E.

Word count: 9,000+

Feel free to read this on Ao3

AN: This fic was heavily inspired by trashiigomi's Yanglili demon AU art, link: here

Please give them a follow: https://twitter.com/trashiigomi?s=20

Warnings: Smut. In keeping with Piofiore, there’s a lot of stuff that could be considered religious blasphemy in this fic, so don’t read if you’re sensitive to that kinda thing. Female Genital Mutilation is also mentioned but no instance of it is performed in this fic.

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Many deities and angels alike thought themselves ‘above’ mankind. Above the needs and wants of the weak, needy and desperate. In this way, demons were closer to humans than either would care to admit. Demons didn’t bother to assert themselves as ‘above’ humans, for they lurked beneath. Instead of shrinking away from shame in fear of sin, they embraced it. Became it. 

As such, Yang had never cared for those who thought themselves too pure and good for the needs of the sullied. Eternity dragged on, and with it came no short amount of humans who were deemed 'holy figures', as if aspiring to be like those polished, unblemished beings in the heavens. Many humans would zealously recite scriptures and the ‘words of God.’

Yang snorted. As if such an indifferent being would bother to speak to them. 

Sometimes these self-important humans would speak of sin and devils, trying to guard themselves and their flock against such evils. 

Little do they know that the mere thought of me invites me into their good company. 

Yang drifted through the Burlone monastery during one endlessly long summer, glancing every so often at the solemn-faced worshippers as sweat clung to their brows. Even holy ground could provide little relief from sweltering heat.

Not one human could see him as he passed by as little more than a whisper of silk brushing their sides, but that suited his needs just fine. He'd heard tell of a juicy rumour and little would dissuade him from exploring the monastery until he found what he sought. 

Walking inside the adjoining cathedral, he took in the change in the air, glancing around the wide-open space. Occasional statues of holy figures stood resolute, carved out from stone inside the very walls. Yang slinked behind the shadows of large stone pillars lining the outside of the grand hall and inhaled, rooting through the various minds of people dutifully sitting in prayer. Many were troubled, susceptible to temptation. 

He loomed over one young man, clawed fingers curling over the back of the church pew. He'd make for an easy meal. A snack to indulge in before finding his true mark-

A commotion stilled his hand. Annoyed, Yang looked across the great marble hall to where a side door had opened. 

About ten nuns were flanking a woman in the centre of their gaggle. Common folk stood from their seats at the pews and hurried over, trying to touch or speak to the woman in white. 

Sunlight streaming in through nearby stained glass windows threw the woman in a myriad of colours as she stopped and clasped her hands, bowing her head to pray at the altar. She ignored everything else around her as the nuns kept people at bay. 

She was untouchable. In more ways than one. 

Golden eyes swept her from head to toe, noting where her gown was plastered to her form due to the heat. 

This was the juicy rumour he'd heard about. A Saint, beloved by all. Quiet, unassuming but worshipped for her function as a ‘Key Maiden’- some sort of archaic title the people of Burlone revered. 

Yang didn’t care about all that nonsense. He was enraptured for one reason alone:

The woman possessed the purest soul he'd ever seen in all his long years. 

Hunger climbed up his throat. Yang wet his lips, mouth feeling dry. A fall of thick blonde hair could be seen beneath her gossamer veil. 

Yes, he found the concept of worship a joke. He'd wanted to see this spectacle for himself just to laugh at it and maybe corrupt this 'Saint Liliana' to prove a point. He hadn't anticipated being so...intrigued by her appearance though.

She lifted her head, giving him a glimpse of dulled green eyes. They only livened when flicking up to the window longingly. He wondered what kind of obscene expressions he could draw out of her- if she'd be begging, wild or tearing up from lust with a little coaxing. 

His blood pumped faster at the thought. It went unacknowledged by him- but on a baser level, this was no longer a passing fancy. A fever burned in his flesh. He knew great pleasure would be attained in both the pursuit and meal of this woman. 

He was going to devour this 'Saint' Liliana, and he would enjoy every fucking minute of it. 

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The easiest thing to do when trying to reach someone untouchable is to go through another. Someone close to her. 

Elena Croce seemed to fit this role perfectly. While devoted to the church, she was closer to Liliana than the other sisters in their company. More of a friend than a simpering worshiper. 

Yang had also happened to notice her friendly conversations with a young man named Leo inside the cathedral, and felt the simmering longing inside her heart that was so easily exploited. 

What a pity it would be for a virginal nun if that innocent crush was taken to new heights. 

"Hah- ah- Elena-! M-maybe we shouldn't be doing this-" 

"I need you so bad- please!" 

Golden eyes looked on with boredom as smoke drifted out from his pipe, leisurely surrounding the couple currently rutting like animals against a stone column. It was late at night; everyone else in the monastery having retired to bed. The more smoke filled their lungs, the more desperate their movements. They seemed blind to their own surroundings, having met in secret within the halls beneath the nun’s dormitories. Yang cut his gaze to the ceiling and pushed off from the column to grasp Leo's damp blonde hair and tug his head back. 

"Slow down," he purred silkily in the mortal's ear. "Savour it." 

Leo couldn't hear him of course but obeyed the command instinctively all the same. Good. If they were too hasty, things would be over before his little plan could come to fruition. 

A gasp reached Yang's hearing. His pointed ear twitched, and he turned to find a pair of wide green eyes staring at the couple in horror. 

I have you now. 

Yang grinned, immediately able to appear behind the Saint, who was dressed in nothing but her nightgown. He'd deliberately opened the door of her quarters to allow the breathy noises to reach her. Harsh slapping sounds of bodies meeting now overwhelmed the hall. 

"It's a depraved sight, isn't it?" he sighed with mock sympathy, leaning in close to her fall of buttery blonde hair while she hid behind the shadows of a column. "You'll find there's a kind of sweet poison to it though. The noises of those engaged in pleasure are almost stimulating. I'd wager you've never seen anything or anyone fuck in your life, little Saint. Do you feel an ache down here?" his tattooed hand slid around her waist to settle beneath her navel. Yang drank in the clean scent at her neck, feeling Liliana's breathing hitch. A fluttering heartbeat picked up like a nervous hummingbird, adrenaline pumping. Yang could feel the change overcoming her, arousal coaxing awake. Even her scent changed. Delicious.

"Is it building, tightening like a knot? Heh, that's only natural. Your walls are clenching around nothing because they seek to be filled. You want what Elena is feeling right now. A nice cock between your legs, pushing inside," fingers crept down between her thighs, claws catching on the material of her thin gown. "Give in to it. Touch yourself and sate the hunger. No one needs to know…" he chuckled, anticipating victory. This hadn't been difficult in the least. How boring. 

A cold hand grasped his wrist. 

Yang jolted. Saint Liliana twisted in his grip, eyes finding his own in the dark. 

"Who are you?" she breathed. "W-what… are you?" 

His face became blank with shock. She could see him? Hear him? 

Liliana quickly dropped his wrist when the sound of a door opening on the furthermost side of the hallway became apparent. She quickly forgot about him in favour of rushing forward, lowering her voice at the couple.

"Please stop!"

Elena jerked and pushed Leo away slightly. "S-saint Lili?!" 

Lili averted her gaze from their state of undress. "You'll be discovered if you continue!"

With that, she hurried down the hallway to intercept the priest that had entered, chatting quietly to him and fabricating a story about misplacing her old prayer book. The priest dutifully offered to look for it, not even arching a brow at the late hour. Elena and Leo took the opportunity to part ways, giving each other one last look before the boy was forced to slip away into the night, adjusting his clothes. 

Yang watched the whole thing with a dazed expression. No mortal had ever seen him without permission before. Never. In fact, he was certain it was pretty much unheard of. 

The interest he’d been harbouring before tripled, sharpening. His gaze zeroed in on his new prey. He wanted to know how she’d done it. He wanted to pry the woman apart until he understood every fragment and became bored with inspecting her shattered remains. 

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Saint Liliana was soon chaperoned back to her room. She retired for the night with a convincing smile to the priest, and unlike before, Yang was able to enter her chambers. He peeled away from the shadows and stretched out in her bed while her back was turned, delighting in her startled gasp when she finally faced him. 

“W-why are you here?!” she put a hand over her heart, fumbling with a rosary and snatching it up as if it might protect her. 

“So that wasn’t a fluke, you can still see me,” sharp teeth flashed. “This will prove more entertaining than first imagined.”

His long, thin tail flicked out, whip-like and black with a pointed end resembling a soft arrowhead. No doubt it only served to disturb her, as she couldn’t stop staring at his dark horns that curled out from his skull like a ram.

Liliana inched closer to the door, eyeing it. “Please leave. I will recite the holy words of the bible to drive you out if need be- but I’d rather not resort to that.”

He snorted. “Oh please, anything but that drivel.” 

Before she could even blink- they were close- close enough for her to count his eyelashes and glimpse the tattoos on his skin as he brought a clawed hand up. Lili flinched but held still, breath whooshing in and out of her lungs quicker and quicker. 

“So you’re Saint Liliana,” black claws skimmed the delicate skin of her jaw in a light scrape. “How was such a title bestowed upon you?”

“I-I’m not quite a Saint yet. I’m still undergoing the selection process,” her knuckles turned milky white from the force of her grip on the rosary. 

He arched a brow and tipped his head to one side. If she was trying to dissuade his interest, it wasn’t working. “That so? Everyone already reveres you as one.”

Liliana pressed herself harder against the wall, shrinking away from his touch as much as humanly possible. “I'd like to refocus on the fact that I’m currently conversing with a- a demon, sir. How and why are you here?”

“I go where I please. The house of God is no exception. As for the why…” Yang trailed off, lips pulling back from his teeth to bare them at her in a feral grin “I got curious and decided to see what all the fuss was about. Many demons have been worked up into a frenzy after catching your scent. I figured you had to be something interesting."

She swallowed, pulse jumping when he leaned ever closer, bringing his nose to her hair. "Then your information was poor. I'm perfectly ordinary and I have nothing of note to offer you, Devil spawn." 

"Flattery will get you nowhere. You're mistaken though- there's plenty to gain from a woman like you,” Yang inhaled, taking in her fresh flowery scent. Ahh...no good. If he kept inhaling, he'd work up an appetite and ruin her too quickly.

"That's all you are, underneath your veil and fine robes. You're flesh and blood," he purred. "The animal urge to eat and drink is there- so what makes you exempt from pleasures of the flesh?" 

"T-that's what you're after? That's the reason you influenced Elena and Leo to act like that way?" 

"You think I had something to do with their tryst?" He blinked innocently. "Their passions simply overflowed." 

Liliana glared. "I know Elena- she'd never have given up her chastity like that. As for you wanting my- my body…I would rather bite my own tongue off and die than become your whore." 

His hand came to rest on her abdomen. He exerted a small amount of pressure, gliding his touch downward and heating his palm. The Saint-in-training wavered, he could see it. She shuddered slightly, registering the pleasure his touch elicited. 

"Heh, next time you wish to speak so bravely, make sure you stop trembling first. It dampens the believability of your words,” he chuckled.

Lili stiffened as though broken from a dream. She pushed his tattooed wrist aside, hurrying to her bedroom door. “Sister Sophia!” she shouted, throwing it open. The look she shot him over her shoulder was a touch victorious- hurried footsteps immediately answering her call.

Yang rolled his eyes. “Boring,” he drawled.

By the time Sister Sophia arrived, he was long gone. 

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He observed her through the windows in confessionals, haunting her footsteps through prayer and following when she wandered outside into the garden. 

She had very little in the way of freedom. Every morning she was washed by five attendants, who would also dress and brush her hair, fixing some strands back with beads that clinked noisily together. They constantly shadowed her every move like tittering nannies, not allowing for a moment's peace until the sun sank from the sky and night set in once more. Every fibre of Saint Liliana's day was dedicated to serving others in one way or another; listening to confessions or doing missionary work.

His predatory nature noticed how tired she seemed. Liliana tried hard to keep her modest, calm mask in place. She never complained and accepted everything with an air of gentle grace. Only he picked up on her drained energy and lines etched beneath her eyes.

"You're here again, Asmodeus?" 

He found her that night sitting on her stone window-ledge, knees tucked up as she read a book. How sickeningly sweet, he thought. She looked like a lonely princess in a tower.

"Such colourful names you have for me, Saint. Wrong again, though. You won't find my name in any of your clean little books,” he drew closer, exhaling trailing smoke and lowering his pipe. “Call me Yang, if you want. I don't really care." 

"What I want is for you to leave me alone." 

“Boring. Can’t you say anything else?”

Colour finally blossomed in her cheeks. Good. He preferred that look on her rather than that placid, virginal mask. “I-I’m not here to entertain you!”

“Saint Liliana, is everything alright?”

The knocking outside her door startled them both. Yang wouldn’t claim he’d been paying attention to her but her gaggle of sisters seemed more protective than usual. 

“Y-yes, I’m fine- thank you. Please don’t worry,” Lili called, putting her book aside.

Yang arched a brow. She wasn’t chasing him out this time by crying for help? Maybe he’d been right and she was bored out of her skull. “I’ve watched you these past few days and seen how you navigate around the invisible pentacle of your prison,” he drew closer, leaning against the stone wall beside her and leaning down slightly. Red hair spilt off his shoulders to hang between them like a bloody curtain. “You yearn for more- I can smell it on you.”

Lili searched his gaze, bewildered. There was something underneath it though, something she didn’t care to admit to. She stood, as if seeking to brush him off again. “I shouldn’t even be speaking with you. I know demons to be as unkind as a plague on the people,” green eyes narrowed. “Make your offer, demon.”

Yang watched her in silence, tilting his head. 

She gestured to the world laying outside her window. “You’re going to offer me escape if I surrender my flesh to you, is that it? W-well it’s not going to happen,” Lili said firmly. “I’ve been raised for this my whole life. I’ve committed the decorum of a living Saint to memory. Above all else- my chastity is paramount. Why would I give you the one thing that Sainthood requires?”

He wrapped smirking lips around the edge of his kiseru, taking a languid drag. “Perhaps because you don’t truly want it?”

“That’s ridiculous.”

The demon drifted closer but Lili seemed determined to keep her distance, inching back whenever he advanced. “Is it? I wouldn’t be able to speak with you right now if you’d closed your heart to temptation. It’s still there, isn't it?” he crooned, exhaling a mist of smoky, spicy air. “The image of your friend and Leo squirming, clawing at each other like beasts. You dreamed of it last night and you’ll dream of it again.”

It was all too easy to appear closer- shoving her down on her bed and pinning the Saint beneath him. Clawed hands anchored flailing wrists to the sheets, his thin leathery tail wrapping around her thigh and spreading it slightly, allowing their lower halves to nestle even closer. She felt good beneath him. Just as good as any other woman. Her curves were always hidden by her loose, flowy robes but he could feel every inch of her now, her nightgown positively sinful. 

Lili fell still, panting slightly. He could feel her heartbeat hammering.

“And what of you?” she whispered.

Yang blinked, coming back to himself. “Mn?”

Tears collected in her eyes. “You just go around corrupting people for the fun of it?”

“Yes.”

“W-why?”

No one had ever thought to ask before. He found he didn’t have a good answer and lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “It’s entertaining, and I enjoy it.”

The woman was frightened, as she was wise to be- but as ever…Lili proved to be a little strange. She was paying attention, listening to every word and looking him in the eye. It almost encouraged him to keep speaking. Yang couldn’t claim to have felt that way before. Perhaps he just wanted to shock her with how perverse his words could be.

“I enjoy the deep darkness that lurks deep inside everyone- if you just have the patience to peel it back- it’s so very entertaining to witness. I enjoy women and sex, indulging in too much food, and engaging in brutal violence. All of it feels good, so why deny it?”

“Because it’s empty. Pleasure is devoid of meaning if you overindulge.”

How intriguing- she wasn’t dismissing pleasure as outright evil. Yang’s tail flicked lazily, tightening around her thigh. Black horns gleamed in the candlelight as he craned his neck down and pressed his lips to the pulse fluttering in her neck. He felt rather than saw Lili gasp against him.

“You won’t curse me and call my actions inherently wrong?” he muttered.

Lili lay still, gathering her bearings. Pretty nails curled into his powerful hands, willing him to release her despite their difference in strength. “I think earthly pleasures are normal to want, human even. Denying yourself altogether is unrealistic,” she murmured in a soft voice, as if confessing something she wasn’t supposed to. “However, gorging yourself on pleasure simply makes it a frivolous waste. You don’t appreciate any of it.”

Yang fell quiet. He pulled his lips away from her delicate flesh, skimming his nose down the column of her throat. Tiger-like eyes took in her everything. She wasn’t a bad sight to behold- chest softly heaving, cheeks flushed and lips parted enticingly. “I didn’t expect a Saint to speak like that to me…” he admitted. 

She was speaking almost realistically. The humour in chatting to zealous religious figures lay in their ridiculously rigid and outlandish worldviews. He supposed he should have suspected something was amiss with her the second she’d shielded Elena and kept her loss of virginity a secret from the rest of the church. 

Lili stared up at him, watchful, waiting. Yang felt something inside him stir. 

“I thought it was cold- Lili, you should close your window. You’ll catch your death of cold!”

The door swung open and Sister Sophia entered without so much as knocking. She bustled about, not sparring Yang a glance as he straddled Lili upon her bed. His lips tugged downwards. Perhaps he should kill the old wretch. 

Lili made a soft noise beneath him, sighing. Only that gentle sound saved Sophia’s life that night. 

“It’s hard to believe the selection process is drawing near, and so swiftly too,” Sister Sophia was muttering, reaching up to pull the old window shut. “Soon you’ll become a living Saint- and I won’t be able to chastise you like this anymore.”

Liliana’s gaze became saddened, and she shifted, sitting up. Yang stilled, somewhat taken aback when she walked straight through him to go comfort her minder. He could only watch, reduced to a silent witness and loathing it for the first time. 

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“What must you do to become a living Saint?”

Liliana sighed, not bothering to turn her head and acknowledge his presence. She was in the greenhouse today, her minders lingering outside but giving them at least some privacy. She tended to a few of the roses with damaged stems, carefully splinting them with a kindness he could not understand. “I must recite holy scriptures. After that, my body will be bathed and examined for imperfections- and I will be locked within a holy tomb for three days and nights without food and minimal water. Lastly, I must successfully select the previous Key Maiden’s belongings out of a cluster of objects. If that happens, I will be cleansed of impurities…” her voice wavered before she soldiered on. “I’ll be modified and placed in the holy tower to live out my days in solitude, with the exception being Sundays; when I will hear out the prayers of believers. It will be forbidden for me to ever speak again.”

“Hell on earth,” Yang gave a wry snort, wrapping his claws around a stem to gently stroke the petals. Lili straightened to watch as a black tipped talon curved down, threatening to split the soft, yielding flora with the slightest pressure. He did not mar it however; stroking the bud lightly. Her eyes lingered longer than they should have.

“What do you mean by modified?” 

Broken from her trance, Lili looked up and met his curious gaze. She swallowed, a heaviness seeming to settle on her shoulders. “My body will be altered to ensure I cannot bear children or have intercourse.”

“I see. So you’ll be mutilated,” he leaned back against the windows of the stuffy greenhouse, staring at the caged plants and flowers before them. Humans were so bizarre. “That doesn’t bother you?”

He could see it. Her own words quietly disturbed her. This was it. This was the thing he’d been biding his time waiting for. A chink in her armour. 

Lili bowed her head. “I was raised at a humble church alongside other orphans before I was put forward for this position. If I drop out of this, another girl would just be selected. If I can spare them that fate…it's better for me to have to go through this than them.”

“Sickening,” he sneered, exposing sharp teeth. The weight of his displeasure seeped into the very air, sucking out the sunlight and replacing it with something cold. “So you’ll martyr yourself for them?” 

Lili jolted, the scent of copper catching his nose soon after. Yang was beside her in an instant, crouching- taking her by the wrist and pulling her frozen, bleeding finger away from the thorn and into the hot cavern of his mouth. Lili hesitated, breath stalling.

“Maybe I’ll take you by force,” his eyes captured hers, unwavering. “Have you ever stopped to consider that?”

She searched his face. Whatever she saw had her shaking her head and smiling grimly, which somewhat troubled Yang. “You won’t. For some reason, you want me to agree to it.”

"It would be preferable, if only because it would prove to you that yielding to temptation can be far more rewarding than self-imposed starvation.” Yang pulled his lips away from the wound, instead pressing his clawed thumb against it. Her wince was the only enjoyable thing he’d seen all day. He exerted just a little more pressure. “There’s fun to be had, flavours to be tasted, and a life left to live…yet you content yourself with the bland taste of Sacramental crumbs.”

Slit pupils searched her rounded human ones, seeking, prying for anything- one hiccup, just one to prey upon. 

Liliana’s lips thinned, straightening her back. 

A complicated mix of frustration and pride welled up inside him at that. She was so difficult. So tired yet quietly resolute. It wet his appetite something awful. His cock stirred, but he couldn't claim the hunger for her to be purely lust.

“I will leave you now, Saint Liliana,” he uttered.

A stab of surprise and alarm entered her gaze. Yang inwardly smirked. Well, well…was that disappointment he sensed?

Make that two enjoyable things he'd seen today. “But not indefinitely. We’ll meet again. On that day, you’ll find pleasure isn’t nearly so agonizing as a pointless life filled with boring silence.”

Lili smiled a brittle smile and touched his wrist as if parting from an old friend. She didn’t hate him despite his jeers, his constant shadowing of her footsteps and late-night torments. The thought was odd, as was her surreal sense of calm. She’d resigned herself to her fate completely. “I suppose it’s only natural I should see you again. You’re like a personification of my doubts.”

He sneered. “I’m not nearly anything so trivial.”

He captured her chin in hand, running a sharp thumb over her jaw and comparing it to petals. “Pressed flowers last hundreds of years on herbarium sheets, Lili. At a price: the flowers are flattened. Bled dry. Hidden away in a thick volume to sit on a lonely shelf instead of basking in the sunlight where they belong.”

He kept talking lowly, as if willing her to envision his words and succumb to suggestion. His pointed claw skimmed over kissable lips. “Personally, I’ve always preferred the flowers that bloom brightly- even if it's just once- compared with those unnaturally preserved.”

Liliana kept still in his hold. “Are you comparing me with flowers now, Yang? That’s surprisingly romantic of you.”

He blinked, and smiled cruelly. “I could call you the prettiest flower here, Lili- if you’d like.”

“I’m not in the mood to be fooled by you,” she sighed, a strange fondness in her eye. Yang didn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand a lot about this particular human. What he did know: was that it would be a monumental bore if this woman were to be silenced forevermore.

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The fateful day of the ceremony finally arrived. Much like the day Lili could remember seeing a demon for the very first time- a stifling humidity choked the air. In this somnolent summer haze, Lili walked through the hushed town of Burlone, head bowed. A procession of key church figures and followers alike stretched out as far as the eye could see, guiding her. A crowd had formed, town bystanders occasionally throwing white flowers at her feet. Lili could sense Elena at her side, and Sister Sophia’s guiding presence at her back. She wasn’t alone. No…she was surrounded by so many people.

Liliana clasped her hands tighter, silently screaming. In that moment, under a sheer veil and the hot merciless sun beating down upon her, blazing the world behind her veil pure stark white- she felt the weight of all who had come before- and all the Key Maidens who would come after. Their ghosts remained with her long after she was shown into the underground tomb, her hands bound behind her back, the stone door pulled back into place, but not before she heard Sister Sophia mutter;

"By the Grace of God, let this child be reborn through this humble taste of martyrdom and guide us once more when she awakens as a living Saint, Amen."

She was then left in complete and utter silence and darkness. No sunlight or food. Only a small amount of water could be heard trickling down from the ceiling. She would have to fall to her knees and drink like an animal to slick any thirst. Lili swallowed thickly and fought not to slump into despair. It was cool within the tomb, not a sound stirring from outside. 

Many things passed through her weary mind as she lay in that lonely place meant for the dead. Guilt, for her heart not being fully committed to Sainthood. Fear, worry, and other such things.

One thing Lili didn’t expect to feel was regret. The image of a marked body slinking through the shadows of her room like a stalking tiger prowling through the jungle remained burned into the backs of her eyes. He kept her company during those long, passing hours. She could visualise him so clearly, her Devil. Hear him, smell him-

Lili’s nostrils flared, picking up a hint of spice. She sucked in the scent, coughing when it choked her lungs. Raising herself up groggily from the floor, Lili shifted as best she could considering her bound arms, gasping at the sight before her.

Instead of unrelenting darkness, a warm orange glow commanded the tomb. Red lanterns with golden tassels gently swayed alongside extravagant lace curtains. They parted to reveal what looked like a shrine. Sat upon a gilded chair within that warm, hazy vision, slightly obscured by the lazy trails of smoke from his signature kiseru; Yang awaited her. One leg was slung over the other, his expression more unreadable than ever before, deceptively apathetic. 

Lili dragged herself over on her knees, gazing at his decadent splendour. 

You came, she thought, torn between relief and frustration. More than anything else- the hunger, the thirst, the lack of sunlight- he was the test she feared most. Her life would’ve been so much easier if he’d never tempted her in the first place. 

Yang didn’t say anything for a moment, studying her as she did him. Finally, thin lips parted, removing the pipe from his mouth.

“Isn’t it ironic?” a tattooed hand drew forward. Ignoring her flinch, he bent down and took hold of her chin. “You’re kneeling in front of me as you do for your so-called God," he purred, silky words tinged with a patronising smile. “Why don’t you pray to me too while you’re at it, hm?”

Lili trembled in his hold. "Why are you here?" She breathed. Something in his eyes danced, sending a shot of heat down her spine. “I won’t give in to you. You being here makes no difference.”

Yang closed his lips over the end of his pipe, taking a hearty drag. Lili flinched as he exhaled, sending a flurry of smoke into her face. “The Lord detests lying lips, but he delights in people who are trustworthy’ is that not a quote from your tiresome little book?”

He could likely see her thought process quite clearly. He was the Devil offering food and drink while she fasted. A lantern to guide her in darkness. A body to warm her cold flesh. She’d do everything in her power to resist him. 

Perhaps he’d already won the second she’d slipped up that one summer night and allowed the fantasy of his head between her thighs to enter her mind. A sin, a secret she’d carried and confessed to no one, but remained buried in her heart.

Pure they called her. Was she really?

Lili’s gaze wavered, her knees aching from the punishing stone. 

Yang clicked his tongue. “Why continue this farce?”

“I told you, it’s so that no one else need do this.”

“You martyr yourself for strangers. What’s more, you don’t seem to understand the triviality of your sacrifice, Liliana.” He released her to study his pipe with an air of boredom. “Haven’t you ever wondered why Key Maidens are demanded so regularly? The last one to be called up was just last year. I had some brats do some snooping for me, you see. The last woman was-”

“Chole,” Lili straightened with a frown. “What does she have to do with this?”

“Everything~ you see, your church employing the grim tradition of genital mutilation can result in…sickness. The wound becomes infected. It happened to your precious Chole.”

Lili sat back on her heels. Disbelief settled over her shoulders. No, it couldn’t be true…

“T-they said she was sick but-”

“It was no common cold. She was killed by the very ones who claimed to worship her," Yang stated without a hint of sympathy. He leaned forward soundlessly from his seat, reaching out to cup her cheek in his palm, petting it gently as if she were a beast he’d tamed. His skin was a shock of warmth against her cool flesh. It cried out for more. His claws felt like smouldering knives hovering inches from her skin. “There is another form of worship you are yet to acquaint yourself with, Liliana,” he purred, fingers sliding into her hair. He curled buttery blonde strands around his knuckles, bringing them to his lips in the mockery of a princely kiss. 

“Please…stop,” she begged softly. “Sister Sophia would have told me about Chole. I’m sure- I’m sure it was unrelated.”

Yang’s expression became eerily blank. She got the feeling he was becoming unimpressed. “You know why I’m here,” he said evenly. “Do you expect me to behave like a gentleman?”

“No,” her eyes never wavered despite the need and despair battling inside. “I just- the others…”

He chuckled and sat back in his chair, picking up a goblet and taking a hearty drink. Lili watched, swallowing against the dryness of her mouth. “So if you didn’t have to worry about others becoming Key Maidens as a consequence of you dropping out, you’d accept me inside you?” Yang smiled over the rim of his cup, the golden hue of his eyes dancing. It was a smile of victory. They both knew it. When his hand travelled down her throat, she didn’t resist. “Your soul has grown sick with longing after denying yourself so long. It hungers. It festers...but you’ll never ask me to touch you of your own volition, will you?” He sighed, a grin slowly curling his mouth into a manic smile. “Oh well. I’ll happily take whatever I want either way,” he took another drink, knocking it back.

“Yang-”

Hard lips crashed to hers, muffling the soft murmur of his name. Liquid flooded her mouth, and Lili squeaked with outrage. Firm hands clamped onto her cheeks, preventing escape. She had no choice but to gulp it down, feeling Yang’s tongue push it inside. She ripped her mouth free the moment he let go, coughing.

“There. Was that so terrible?”

“I hate you,” Lili hissed, feeling the alcohol drip down her chin, the rest flowing down to warm her stomach with a pleasant haze.

“You can’t lie to a liar, Liliana. If you’re going to try- do a more convincing job of it,” Yang leaned back, only to draw his knee up- pressing a foot against her stomach. “We can make this as painful or as pleasurable as you wish. What shall it be?”

Liliana glared, chest heaving. It seemed to amuse him to no end. 

“I suppose as a martyr, you’ll choose pain every time,” he mused, letting out a sigh and studying the cave ceiling impassively.

Lili closed her eyes briefly. She thought about her people, about Chole, about Sister Sophia and the worshippers. She remembered watching Chole be sealed away in late December when the air chilled their bones- the fear on her face, the resignation. How every moment after, she and the other prospective Key Maidens had walked with misery- until she'd been selected as the next lamb in line for the slaughter. As she remembered these things, Lili came to a very sad, and simple thought.

It would never end. Even if Yang didn't take her body today, it wouldn't make a difference. Someone else would still be chosen as a Key Maiden, years- or maybe even months down the line, if she got sick and died too like Chole.

“Yang,” she said softly, opening her eyes to look at him. Something in them seemed to catch and hold his interest. “I would like to- to offer you a deal.”

“Oh? I’m listening.”

On trembling legs, Lili shifted and pulled herself up, feeling his foot draw away as she stood. “You may have me: in every way you see fit, if you can guarantee the end of the Key Maiden practice.” Yang opened his mouth to reply, but Lili continued swiftly. “Do so in a way that does not kill anyone, and we have a deal.”

His teeth flashed in the lamplight like the glitter of silvery snakeskin. “My, my…I never predicted when I first saw you that Saint Liliana would ask me, a Devil- to essentially end her very religion.”

If it was what she had to do to keep other women safe from the same fate, Lili didn’t mourn the prospect. “I know it won’t solve everything,” she murmured. “I’m not that naïve. Other ways will probably be invented after this to achieve something similar. I just- I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.”

Yang gazed at her steadily. His lips parted, eyebrows rising as if surprised. He then grew quiet, and it was the most unnerving silence Lili had ever experienced in his presence.

Suddenly, Lili felt herself being scooped up in something thin and leathery. It swept her up to Yang, dumping her right on his lap- and it was only when it withdrew that Liliana registered it as his tail. Sharp claws were then framing her face, tilting her chin up. Twin pairs of yellow, luminous moons swallowed her whole. If the Key Maiden process would mutilate her body, Lili shuddered to think what those eyes could do to her soul. His nose brushed hers almost affectionately.

“Deal.”

And then firm, punishing lips claimed hers. Lili swallowed her squeak, squeezing her eyes shut. His kisses were hard and fierce. Those lips peeled back for teeth to lunge in, and Liliana squealed as he bit at her mouth, latching onto her bottom lip. It wasn’t kissing in the way she knew it. This was devouring.

Just as Lili thought this would be an awful experience, full of pain and discomfort- Yang parted her lips, pushing his tongue inside. It shouldn’t have felt good. For some reason however, Yang let up his attack on her lips, brushing his tongue against hers with skillful, encouraging brushes. She tasted copper- her own blood. Lili found herself tentatively responding, clumsy and awkward in execution, but Yang’s quiet groan sent a bolt of molten heat down to her core.

“Mn- Lili-” he purred between kisses, tangling a hand in her hair and curling it into a fist. He tugged at the tresses, eliciting a gasp as he plastered their bodies together.

She hadn’t meant to sound quite so breathless. That cruel mouth smirked as it pulled away to start mouthing hungrily at her neck, biting, nipping and kissing as it went, before Yang shamelessly buried his face in her chest and gathered her close.

Lili squealed- hearing a snap as her bonds were slashed- that tail flicking back into the darkness. She held on about his shoulders just to keep upright. The thin, flimsy material of her robe was suddenly gone too- slashed open across her torso by something quickly- his claws perhaps. She could only watch the white material pool around her waist, gasping louder the moment something hot and wet clamped around her breast.

Sharp teeth skimmed and scraped, coaxing the bud of her nipples to harden. He then sucked and flicked at the peaks with his tongue, a foreign pleasure building inside her at the sensation. It made Lili bold enough to hold his crown of red hair, finding the uneven strands feathery soft to the touch. She didn't realise she was keening, arching into his mouth like a taut bowstring- until he gave a muffled chuckle.

"How do you like it, Liliana? Are mortal pleasures worth damning yourself for?"

"N-no. That's not why I did this."

"I'm glad. If you gave in so easily it would be dull. Perhaps we should test how much you enjoy demonic pleasures now."

"What do you mea- agh!"

That infernal tail returned, sliding between their bodies to dip between her thighs beneath the tattered remains on her clothes. Lili twitched and jolted, trying to remain upright as she straddled Yang. It proved difficult when the whip-like curve of the tail brushed and probed at her bare sex, beginning to rub against it.

"Yang…" she growled.

"Hmm?"

"This is- surely inappropriate-"

His lips and teeth glided up to the spot behind her ear, teasing the shell. "Heh, it's just a tail. I could fuck you with far more obscene things if you'd like."

"N-no. It's fine-"

He gave an answering chuckle before grasping her ass, beginning to grind her more insistently against his lap. Lili shuddered, swallowing a moan as the tip of his devilish tail teased and rubbed at her clit while something hard began to nudge between her legs from the folds of Yang’s trousers.

Oh.

Lili met his eye and wet her lips, darting her gaze away and back again. “Can- can I…?”

“Use your words.”

Long had she waited and wondered, imagining the extent of those marks on his hands. “Let me see all of you, too. If I am to be damned for this, we may as well do it properly.”

Yang tilted his head. “Mn? You want to play with me too?”

She couldn’t get any redder. Liliana gave a sigh, “if you must refer to it that way then-“

The smoke Lili assumed was from Yang’s extinguished pipe had continued to linger like a grey shroud, but suddenly it thickened. Lili blinked in surprise. It became hard to see- but she felt rather than saw the material under her hands evaporate into nothingness, leaving only warm bare flesh.

She sucked in a sharp breath when it dissipated, revealing a fully nude Yang beneath her. Sadly, her imagination hadn’t been able to conjure up anything close to the real thing. The tattoos branding his body travelled down the length of both arms, sprawling down one side of his torso and lovingly wrapping around his collarbone. It even continued down his thigh, stopping dangerously close to his-

Green eyes flicked away. She was unable to say anything uniquely quippy, only mumbling a small; “are you so lazy that you need magic to undress you?”

Yang chuckled, stroking his hands down her thighs. Those black claws trailed and bit down, drawing thin lines of blood. His mouth clamped onto her neck the moment she inhaled sharply, as if breathing in her pain and pleasure. That tail picked up from where it left off, teasing at her entrance, but as if bored with it, she felt pressure start to worm its way between the folds of her sex, nudging, inching in.

“Yang!” she exclaimed, digging her own nails into his shoulders.

He didn’t so much as flinch, humming an acknowledgment.

“Yang- you-!”

You can’t, she’d wanted to say. It was cruel, surely, to do this to her. To take her so impersonally as to spear her on his tail.

Liliana’s protests cut off the moment the tail slipped inside her wet folds. She gasped and clenched around it, eyes widening as an unholy noise ripped itself out of her lips. “Hnnnagh!”

It wasn’t anything like the fingers she’d used to pleasure herself with in stolen moments at midnight, nor was it like the pain she imagined a man’s cock would bring. It almost seemed to mould itself into the shape of her cunt, the tip stroking her virginal walls so lovingly she couldn’t help but clench hard around it.

“Do you like it better now?” Yang teased. “Do our devilish delights please the almighty Key Maiden?”

Lili couldn’t help but squirm with gritted teeth, bucking her hips against the leathery length of his tail. She tossed her head back and caught his eye- her own watery with need, rosy lips parted with a few strands of hair clinging to them. “Please,” she panted. “More, Yang…”

She was too lost in need to notice him stiffen beneath her. Teeth were then clamping down on her chest violently just as the thing filling her up undulated and writhed, canting her hips with the strength of it. Liliana cried out and dug her nails into Yang’s back as she held onto him, muffling sobs and sharp, keening noises into his shoulder. She could feel the circle of teeth digging into her chest- no- not her chest- it was branding itself directly over her heart. Another few squirms of the whip-like tail thrusting and licking inside her turned Lili’s mind to mush however- and she no longer cared what Yang did to her body. It thrust up and down, occasionally roving around like a seeking tongue and jostling her hips from side to side.

It was obscene. It was perfect. Evidence of her arousal slid down its black length, glistening in the light.

It wasn’t long before the fire he’d steadily coaxed awake in her veins lit brightly aflame, and Lili stiffened, crying out her rapture into the cave. A taunting echo of it played back to her several times over, damning in its sheer enjoyment.

Lili panted, feeling a dampness cover her body in a light sheen. She felt so hot. Yang’s strong back felt blisteringly warm beneath her hands.

Speaking of…

Coming down from her high, Lili blinked down at her demonic lover. She took in the state of her body with a kind of dazed acknowledgment.

It was no exaggeration to say she was covered in bite marks. Some were already raising with the purplish welts of bruises, others were angry red and slightly bleeding. Yang was busy smearing her crimson blood over the skin of her wrist, pressing his nose to it and inhaling like a man enamoured.

Or obsessed.

Tiger-like eyes slid open, and Lili’s cunt clenched around the slack tail still buried inside her. He wasn’t enamoured or obsessed, no. That would be too mortal. He was looking at her with some unnameable emotion, perhaps only known to demons.

With calm grace, his hand raised, fingers wrapping around her neck easily. “I’m going to take you now,” he said simply. “I did intend to play with you longer, but it’ll have to wait. Your blood is sweeter than a new-born lamb.”

The tail filling her was abruptly ripped free- and Lili cried out from the sudden loss rather than pain. It was replaced at first with bloody fingers touching at her folds, before a hard length pressed up against her.

“I-I-“ Lili quickly grabbed his face, cradling it between her hands and witnessing surprise flash within his golden depths. “You know I haven’t…before, so- so please-“

“You’d beg a demon to go easy on you?”

Lili bit her lip, squeaking when Yang joined her in the action and bit down onto her bottom lip with much more force, soon replacing the sting with the soft brush of his tongue and a lingering suck. “Don’t fret. I think I’m being plenty ‘nice’ already, don’t you? Heh, besides…I think you enjoy my brand of torment more than you can admit,” his tail was raised up to her mouth in offering, still sticky with evidence of her release. Liliana didn’t even question it as he teased it against her lips- her pink tongue poking out to taste herself.

His eyes darkened at the action. “A marvellously fast learner. You’ll do just fine…” he purred, leaning in and joining her in licking the length of his tail- before sealing their mouths together and kissing her hard.

His hips pushed up just as Yang brought hers down, pushing himself inside.

Lili’s cry as he took her maidenhead was muffled as Yang kissed her hungrily. He wrapped an arm more securely around her waist, waiting until he was fully locked inside before he began moving; thrusting up into her from below.

It quickly became overwhelming. Different from his tail certainly, but Lili couldn’t claim to hate it, far from it. She’d expected blood and pain, especially considering his appetite. Unlike everything she’d read and heard about from a few confessions however; this didn’t feel like a ruthless claiming. Yang rocked her hips against his with guiding motions of his hands upon her waist, showing her the rhythm until she was brave enough to move on her own. A surge of power shot through her veins when she watched how she straddled him- took him so well.

Something dark and hungry unfurled in her heart. It made her sink down and take even more of his cock, seeing stars behind her eyes at the feel of it.

When next they kissed: Liliana bit his lips. Yang purred in delight, bouncing her on his lap all the harder until wet noises graced her ears. The kind Elena and Leo had made; harsh, slapping sounds of bodies meeting. Yang shifted the angle and thrust up, hitting new depths inside her that sent Lili careening over the edge once more, screaming her release. The newfound appetite refused to be sated though- and she wound her fingers tight in red-wine hair and was back to bucking needily against him soon enough.

Yang’s eyes widened. A jagged smile split his lips- before he threw his head back. Broken, manic laughter filled the cave. It bounced ceaselessly across the dark cave’s walls in a vicious echo; a never-ending song that bespoke of demonic victory on hallowed ground.

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None of church higher-ups could figure out how it had happened; How Liliana had entered the tomb a virgin but left it defiled. She wouldn’t speak a word about it to anyone.

Some in the community thought this was a divine blessing- that she’d been visited by a holy figure. Most branded her a deceitful whore that had thoughtlessly given her virginity away to a stranger. Either way, she was stripped of her rights to enter Sainthood and another woman was selected to take up the task of becoming the next ‘Key Maiden.’

As for what became of Liliana, she returned to her humble origins of Arca’s small local church, facing the disappointed faces of her peers and mother figure, Sister Sophia. A pregnant Elena returned with her, their reputations similarly stained. 

Weeks passed with little in the way of change, until the last day of summer. The moon loomed high and watchful that clear, still night. Rumour had it the next Key Maiden's test date was looming close on the horizon.

Lili startled awake, feeling arms supporting her weight. She was moving. 

Green eyes snapped up to the demon carrying her. “Y-yang,” she rasped, shifting in his arms. Tears stung her gaze. She hadn’t seen him since the tomb, and had assumed he’d discarded her after having his ‘fun.’

His obsidian horns caught the light of the moon, gleaming with a smooth shine. It was then Liliana realised they were outside on the church grounds, grass crunching softly beneath his feet as they passed the graveyard's tombstones. 

“Why are you crying? Is the sight of me so distressing?” he smiled down at her. 

Golden eyes looked just a little kinder right then, softer. Or perhaps it was simply the tears blurring her vision that made him appear so. 

Liliana buried her face in his chest, beating her fist against his shoulder. She shuddered, eventually wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging tight. “Damn you,” she whispered, choking on a sob. “You ruined me.”

“I liberated you. Have a little gratitude.”

“W-where are you taking me?”

“It’s boring not having you close by to torment, and I refuse to scuttle around a drafty church for the rest of your years. Don’t fret…where we’re going, you won’t have to worry about being ‘tainted’ or ‘ruined.’ It’ll become the norm.”

A fissure cracked open in the earth, steam hissing out. The green grass was scorched charcoal black as a large opening was created- the huge, yawning chasm of void-like darkness welcoming him home. Liliana's eyes widened, looking at the newly opened passageway that led down, down down into the depths of the earth...

“Will you not try to run?”

The thing she’d been raised for had been ruined. She had nothing else. Living for herself wasn’t a concept Lili had ever entertained- scarcely allowed to.

But this- experiencing pleasure in his arms? That was something she could do. It was selfish, indulgent and mindless, yet she'd never felt more at peace.

“It would be the wisest thing to do,” she murmured. Only…I can’t seem to get my legs to obey. 

Her fingers curled into his clothing, betraying her.

Yang noticed, lips twitching. The yellow moon looming behind his head almost seemed to give his horns a halo-like gleam. His fingers tangled in her hair and tugged, bringing their lips together in a claiming kiss.

“Lili!”

She jolted in his arms and twisted to look over his shoulder, glimpsing Elena further away in her nightgown, cradling her new-born in her arms as she ran toward them.

Liliana opened her mouth to say something, but Yang’s stride didn’t falter, and he continued carrying her into the jaws of Hell, shadows falling over them. Before she was out of sight completely, Lili shot her what she hoped was a small, reassuring smile.

The lip of the earth slammed shut the moment they were swallowed inside the cavern, sealing Liliana away from the mortal plane. It didn’t matter how much Elena screamed and shouted for help, none would be able to save the former Saint that had surrendered herself to the whims of a Devil. 

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In the weeks that followed, the cathedral and holy tower that had been erected to honour the Key Maiden figures became the victims of a sudden earthquake; toppling as if they were constructed by little more than building blocks. This perhaps would not be so strange; except the church leader's minds seemed to be compromised overnight.

They turned their attentions away from Key Maiden worship, abandoning it and leaving the practice to fade into obscurity, only mentioned in forgotten books of worship and old paintings. The people's faith latched onto something else, wanting, needing a figure of comfort to stave away the Devils.

End

#piofiore yang #yanglili #piofiore fated memories #piofiore episodio 1926 #piofiore no banshou #otome games #otome fanfic #piofiore fanfic

[intersexcat-tboy]

Examining Miscalculations and Intersex Definitions Regarding Sax's .018% Claim

The debate surrounding the definition of intersex and their characteristics has been a topic of debate within various professional fields, advocacy organizations, and studies for decades. Amidst this discourse includes a response from Dr. Leonard Sax, who claims to provide a "clinician's standpoint" despite lacking specialized expertise in these conditions, having only served as a primary care physician.

However, his arguments stand in stark contrast to those of Fausto-Sterling, a world-renowned professor of biology and gender studies. Furthermore, they diverge significantly from the consensus among major health associations, medical organizations, intersex rights groups, and human rights organizations.

Leading/Major Health Associations

The definition of intersex is resoundingly clear among leading health associations. The World Health Organization recognizes that intersex individuals are those "born with natural variations in biological or physiological characteristics, including sexual anatomy, reproductive organs, and/or chromosomal patterns that do not fit traditional definitions of male or female." Similarly, the National Institute of Health acknowledges individuals who are "born with, or who develop naturally in puberty, biological sex characteristics that are not typically male or female." The National Health Services emphasizes that intersex "involves genes, hormones, and reproductive organs, including genitals, and a person's physical sex development can differ internally, externally, or both."

Major/Leading Medical Associations

Major medical associations provide crucial insights into the understanding of intersex variations. The The American Medical Association adopts a broader definition, recognizing those with "a congenital condition with inconsistent chromosomal, gonadal, or anatomic sex development." Likewise, the Royal Australasian College of Physicians (PDF - which trains and accredits physicians in Australia and New Zealand) recognizes the significance of "congenital variations in a person's physical, hormonal, or genetic characteristics that do not match strict medical definitions of female or male sex." Additionally, the Center for Disease Control highlights the concept of "variations in physical sex characteristics, including anatomy, hormones, chromosomes, or other traits, that differ from expectations generally associated with male and female bodies." The International Symposium on Disorders of Sex Development notes there to be over 40 conditions

Leading Intersex Rights organizations

Intersex rights organizations, including Intersex Human Rights of Australia and Brújula Intersexual in Mexico, explicitly disagree with Dr. Leonard Sax's narrow definition of intersex individuals. They align themselves with more inclusive perspectives. For instance, Intersex Society of North America (working with) InterACT still use Fausto-Sterling's estimates over a decade later. Intersex Campaign for Equality in the United States also uses Sterling's estimates, believing the figures may even be higher than 2%. Intersex Asia and Intersex Russia both use estimates ranging from 0.5%-1.7%, Russia even including PCOS by name (which would be higher than 1.7%). InterAction from Germany's Intersex Rights suggests a range of 1-2 individuals per 100 births, highlighting how the medical community tries to "keep the frequency as extremely low as possible". Stop Intersex Mutilations from France posits there are over 40 variations and also suggests the prevalence might surpass 1.7%. Additionally, OII Europe presents prevalence estimates of 1:200 and 1.7% in their materials.

These organizations stress that intersex variations encompass a wide spectrum of biological and physiological characteristics beyond chromosomal ambiguity, challenging Sax's limited viewpoint.

Major human rights organizations

unequivocally support intersex individuals. The Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights emphasizes that intersex individuals are "born with a wide range of natural variations in their sex characteristics that don't fit the typical definition of male or female." Amnesty International notes that intersex encompasses "a wide umbrella of natural variations" (1.7%) and human rights abuses faced by intersex individuals. Human Rights Watch and the Human Rights Campaign underline the broader definition of intersex, acknowledging variations in genitalia, chromosomes, gonads, internal sex organs, hormone production, hormone response, and secondary sex traits, noting 1.7% as a prevalence rate. These human rights organizations underscore the importance of acknowledging intersex variations to ensure the protection of human rights.

Other Medical Orgs

Additional medical organizations like the Société Internationale d'Urologie (PDF) (an international professional organization dedicated to the field of urology), and the National Society of Genetic Counselors (uses 1.7%, says sex is not based on chromosones) adopt definitions that align with broader medical perspectives, they recognize the complexities of intersex conditions and advocate for understanding beyond binary definitions. Furthermore, the Endocrine Society acknowledges CAH to be part of a continuum of disorders, acknowledging the variations in severity.

Examining oversights: Discrepancies in Calculations

What's interesting is that even within Sax's own criteria, defining intersex as when 'the chromosomal sex is inconsistent with phenotypic sex, in which the phenotype is not classifiable as either male or female,' there's an evident inclusion of conditions like 'sex reversals' and ambiguous genitalia. However, Sax overlooks contributors such as mixed gonadal dysgenesis (MGD), as well as Swyer Syndrome and de la Chapelle syndrome, despite the former being the second leading cause of ambiguous genitalia.

Let's do the math

CAH (.0077) + CAIS (.0076) = .0153

+ ovotestes (.0012) + Idiopathic (.0009) = .0174

+ PAIS (.00076) = .01816

Fausto-Sterling includes de la Chapelle syndrome and MGD, although not as separate statistics. MGD is amalgamated with Turner's statistics, and de la Chapelle syndrome is grouped with other sex chromosome variations. However, Sax completely disregards these conditions when he discards several categories from his estimates, effectively throwing out qualifying numbers and ignoring their potential impact on the overall prevalence of intersex conditions.

While newer studies suggest a prevalence of .004 for MGD, we also have to consider that neither study includes Swyer Syndrome (+.00125), and PAIS is now recognized as at least as common as CAIS, with the latter being less likely to cause ambiguous genitalia at birth, and more likely to be identified in childhood.

The leading causes of ambiguous genitalia are CAH (.0077), PAIS (.00076), MGD (.005) and ovotestes (.0012), which places us just below (.01466) the ambiguous genitalia observed at birth from Mothers And Babies Reports from Australia, if we account for 15% (0.0006) of de la Chapelle births having ambiguous genitalia, it brings ambiguous genitalia at birth to a total of .015% found before.

If he includes CAH, PAIS (since CAIS is often not identified until childhood), ovotestes and idiopathic causes under his definition of intersex, it leaves us with .005% of births with ambiguous genitalia without a possible causing condition. This gap can easily be explained by his exclusion of MGD and de la Chapelle syndrome.

If we count only CAIS (.0076) and CAH (.0077), and the newer study estimate of de la Chapelle (.004), it already surpasses Sax's estimate at .0193.

With the addition of ovotestes (.0012) and idiopathic (.0009) we get .0214. With older estimates of PAIS (.00086), .022%; with newer ones (.0076), .029%. Adding in Sawyer syndrome brings us to .03, which is over two thirds an increase of Sax's original estimate.

There is overwhelming support for a more comprehensive understanding of intersex variations that emphasizes the importance of respecting a wide range of biological and physiological characteristics beyond mere genital and chromosomal definitions. This approach is essential in safeguarding human rights and ensuring equitable treatment for all individuals

TLDR;;

The collective stance of experts and organizations, spanning from health associations to human rights advocates, sharply contrasts with the limited definition created by Sax. He claims to know other clinicians' thoughts, without any evidence to back it up. As stated previously, he also lacks education and clinical experience on intersex individuals, he is a family doctor.

#intersex studies #actually intersex #intersex activism #intersex awareness #intersex discussion #intersex issues #intersex erasure #intersex theory #intersex things #intersex #purrspectives #intersex advocacy #queer activism #queer stuff #queer tag #intersex tag

[radical-revolution]

Dear fellow beings,

In yet another of our human narratives, we’ve labelled the old year as finished. And therefore, the old year must inevitably be followed by a “new year”. With those man-made categories, along comes something even more ludicrous called a “new year’s resolution”.

These new year’s resolutions require looking “back” and looking “forward”. When we do that, we see that things in the world haven’t been too easy in the recent past. And from the way it’s all going, it looks like the future won’t be easy either. Ecological destruction is one big reason. Another is that the old lords and masters are so threatened by newbies who want to be just like them and particularly by those who are managing to achieve that.

But we’re caught: How can we stop a billion Chinese wanting to clean their butts on the toilet seat the way a few million Japanese clean theirs? And how can we deny the aspiration of a billion Indians to water their lawns and dry their clothes with automatic dryers the way Americans do? The pain felt by those who were once lords as they watch the rise of subordinates is splendidly captured by none other than the great Satyajit Ray in his beautiful film Jalsaghar.

And if all the wannabes do get what they want, like a billion Indians and Chinese getting their own cars, taking holidays in campervans or on Mallorca and Aruba, and a whole lot more, which they surely deserve as much as those who presently have all that, then what? Surely that will not only accelerate ecological destruction but may well lead to global warfare as the former lords and masters use all their might to cling to their old privilege and control.

So, in the big picture, it’s hard to make an upbeat new year’s resolution for the world from anyone’s point of view. All I can do personally myself, is re-resolve to follow what Gautama taught.

I came to this resolution because the only way I can liberate myself from the delusion of expecting a perfect society is to follow this man Gautama. And because the only way I won’t be caught in the games of the dream is to wake up from the dream, not by adding even more systematic dreams in the name of politics, the economy, science, technology and the rest.

I also want to put effort into letting other human beings know what Gautama taught. I have come to realize that the only reason why people like Gautama, Lao Tzu and Mahavira are not widely known today is because of colonial and neocolonial might that has convinced itself that its own modernity is “the end of history” and convinced the rest of the world that westernization and modernization are one and the same.

That is why Obama quotes Kant and not Mahavira, why Deng Xiaoping quotes Karl Marx and not Gautama, and why people in the larger world only know about Kama Sutra not Arthashastra. I have read philosophers like Aristotle, Kant, Hegel and Marx, though of course not thoroughly. But I have also not read the Buddha’s teachings thoroughly. Still, I’ve so far not found any insight into so-called reality that these western writers have said that the Buddha has not said, and I’ve found so much that the Buddha said that those writers have not even begun to say.

It's one thing for traditions to die out if they are archaic, useless, or harmful like female infanticide, genital mutilation or forced enslavement. But the degeneration of genuine wisdom traditions into nothing more than objects of anthropological interest is a grave and even dangerous loss to humanity.

So I ask those who share my concern and aspiration to join me in this or a similar resolution. May this year bring you wakefulness and cheerfulness. And in doing so, may that bring us confidence and free us from panic and anxiety.

— Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse

[gender-sexuality-happiness-rage]

Why I dislike most "feminists":

Feminists say they are for "gender equality for all" and they LOVE IT when I mention, "The Pink tax", how women get paid less for the same jobs as men, and have less leadership roles in both the workforce and politics, how women still don't have reproductive freedom or basic accessible healthcare. . Feminists love it when I mention how most government spending goes far more to men than women, including medical support & research funding, how men are hired and promoted over women in MOST fields regardless of actual qualifications, how we have had 46 presidents but not one female president! .

(If you don't count the lovely queer Eleanor Roosevelt who was never "officially/legally president" but claimed to speak for her dying president husband, soooo gray area there for me. ) .

but . CW . NEVER have I seen a feminist ALSO stand up for men who have been sexually assaulted, or how our government doesn't even legally RECOGNIZE a female forcibly inserting a pen*s into a hole as sexual assault! Let alone ever convict for such a clear violation of human rights! I've never seen feminists try to tackle the fact men are over twice as likely to commit suicide than women. Or that men have higher rates of use or dependence on illicit drugs and alcohol than women. .

I've never seen a feminist address that less than 20% of males win full custody battles! I've never seen a feminist mention how men tend to have higher conviction rates and serve longer sentences in prison, jail and parole sentences than women for the same crimes. I've never seen a feminist try to stop MALE AND INTERSEX genital mutilation /circumcision / sex "normalizing" surgeries like they would try to stop female genital mutilation.

If you think male genital mutilation/ circumcision isn't as bad as female genital mutilation; I strongly urge you to what this non-graphic funny 4- minute educational video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCSWbTv3hng&ab_channel=Dropout

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and there's also all the transgender -excluding "feminists" /TERFS as well

This is why I just all myself an abolitionist, a freedom fighter, not a feminist. . Are there SOME good people who call themselves feminists who will fight just as hard to stop MALE AND INTERSEX genital mutilation /circumcision / sex "normalizing" surgeries like they would try to stop female genital mutilation? I'm sure there are...I just haven't met any yet...

#trans #gender #transgender #bi #lgbt #lesbian #radical feminst #feminism #feminist #female #terf #Youtube #intersex #intersectionalfeminist #intersectionality #male #male beauty #reproductive rights #women's rights #men's rights #intersex rights #EndCircumcision #bisexuality #bisexual pride #bisexual #bisexaul #bi pride

[necros-writing-stuff]

What’s up bitches, have another mindless Necro discord ramble. On today’s episode, Serial Killer Eden, because I’ve been watching 80s monster/slasher fics. No, I didn’t proof-read this lol.

This is just human Eden, warnings for murder, non-con, straight up painful non-con, mentions of feeling sick but no sick, kidnapping, but gender neutral reader.

So he's just doing it because he likes it, because I say so. And because hunters are taking his catches. Most are male, due to hunters being predominantly male, which the police find to be an anomaly. Serial killers target kids, or women, more than men. A few bodies have their genitals exposed, both male and female, but they've been mutilated. As if they weren't good enough.

A few missing people's cases are attributed to this killer. But people still refuse to stay out of the forest, no matter how many warnings are put up.

Including some drunk college kids. Of which, you are part of.

It was someone's birthday, it was meant to just be some drinks at their home, but the group migrated to the forest after some louder members egged on the group. "It just bears man," they'd say, "There's no serial killer out there."

So there's the challenge. All of you go to the lake, and then go skinny dipping. If you chicken out, you owe the birthday boy £50.

There's 5 of you, no one sober. You think you would have stayed right in that living room if you were. But inhibitions are lowered, and adrenaline is high, so you follow your friends, forgetting about the murders as you walk due to all of the jokes and fun things you all manage to get up to. You haven't even climbed a tree since you were a kid.

There are branches that crack in the distance. There are strange shadows. But how could anyone notice over the laughter and blurred vision?

The first one to go missing is one of the guys. He goes off into a bush to piss, and doesn't come back out. You don't even notice him wandering off.

The group continues for a few minutes before it's noticed, his best friend calling out his name in exasperation. He heads back to find his buddy. He also doesn't come back.

There's three of you left wandering around. The nerves are kicking in. The birthday boy, his girlfriend, and you. All who want to turn back and go home.

So you do. You turn and try to head back, your clumsy steps interrupted by a trail of blood. You don't need anything more than the blood trail to get spooked. The trio starts booking it, hoping that they don't lose their way along the paths. The birthday boy doesn't keep hold of his girl's hand. She falls back. A rustling, a scream. But there still isn't any stopping.

You're ahead, but you look back every so often to see where your friend is. He's there, sobbing as he runs. Something dark and large is chasing you now, it wasn't after the first two minutes of the girlfriend disappearing. But it's fast, and it's coming.

Your friend gets tackled. Straight to the ground, screaming in a way that the others would have teased him for in any other situation.

You can't breathe. You feel so tired, but so panicked that you can't stop. You can't stop, not if you want to live.

The police reports fill your head. One of your buddy's dads worked for the police. Some of those poor people were mutilated before death. You don't want that. You don't want to feel that pain in your gut.

It's completely silent now. So fucking quiet, apart from your breath and sobs. You listen, waiting and waiting for the sound of heavy boots to follow you.

Then there it is. Like thunder preceding a lighting strike. Don't look back, you repeat over and over again in your head. Don't fuck up, don't trip. Just run.

It doesn't help. It doesn't keep you from the grasp of the beast, it's arms around your waist and hoisting you up into the air. You scream, kick, claw. It doesn't help.

The wind is knocked from your lungs as you're thrown to the dirt, your captor climbing on top of you. It's a man, from what you can tell now that the tears are flowing. Long hair. A beard, you think.

He pins you down by sitting on your hips, a hand grasping your chin and turning your head side-to-side. A click is heard, then a blinding light appears in your face as you're inspected. When the black marks in your vision leaves, you can make out the bulbs in the torch. You can't see the man anymore, his form, hidden behind the light. But you can see his hand as it inspects you, you can see the old coat he wears.

You gag when his fingers invade your mouth, the sensation making you reflexively bite. He anticipates it, pulling away before you can clamp down and do some damage. Then he slaps you, hard enough to make your ears ring.

"Don't fucking bite. Don't do anything. Just stay still, and stop scratching at my damn thighs. My pants are too thick to feel it and you're just pissing me off."

Deep. Gruff. Authoritative. Terrifying. So you calm. You stay still and try to think as he looks over your features. What does he do? What do the police reports say?

He inspects the genitals, you realise. He will get off of you. He'll have to, in some capacity. That's your chance, to kick him as hard as you can and start running again.

His hands start traveling down, pulling up your shirt to inspect your chest. You put up with it, no matter how much your limbs want to thrash out. Even when he tugs on your nipples and flicks them, you keep your mouth closed and try to watch for an opening.

He's softer as he caresses your sides, his thumb rubbing over your tummy. "Good," he mutters out, before he starts to move.

He's on his knees, reaching for your pants when you strike. Your own knee comes up, aiming right at the crotch. It's stopped before it meets its mark.

His strong, thick thighs squeeze your legs together, trapping them. "You're not the first to try that. Don't do it again," he warns, putting down the flashlight to bring out his knife. It's still on, at the side, too far to reach. You can see him better now, your tears cleared up. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Just as big as you thought he was when he was giving chase. Handsome, in a rugged way. You'd pay more attention to his looks if he wasn't trying to kill you - and do God knows what before that.

But you want to remember his face. You want to escape and tell the story. Maybe he could be caught if his appearance is known.

A loud rip fills the space as he tears the seam of your pants with his blade. He butchers your pants, freeing up your underwear before he goes at them too.

The knife is put away now, both of his hands spreading your thighs apart before he fetches the torch. Then it's right to fondling your crotch, the spotlight completely exposing you to him as he pokes and prods. Nausea rises, your body shaking more and more.

"Perfect."

Perfect? What the fuck does that mean? That you'll have some good meat to eat? Does he eat the bodies that no-one finds?

Maybe you would have preferred that over the real answer.

The torch goes away. You're blind as he gets up, but it's what you've been waiting for. Scrambling against the dirt, push as hard as you can to propel yourself as far as you can get

A tree comes into view, a curse flying out of your mouth as the expectation of pain hits your mind. It doesn't come. Those arms are back around your waist, pulling you back as a tired sigh comes from the killer.

"I'll still need to break you in, though. Won't be a very good spouse if you're just going to run like this whenever you get the chance."

Spouse. A fucking spouse. He's mutilating people because he wants some fucking company

There's a new fear in your head, accompanied by an even newer, desperate, plan to live.

If he's going to try and make you be his spouse, it means you live. If he was inspecting your genitals, he means to rape you. But it's a chance.

"Please don't," you beg as he pins you against the same tree you were about to slam into, his belt buckle clicking as he starts to undo it.

"Cute voice, too. I want to hear you scream when I fuck you, little one. Don't try to stay quiet. No one's out here to hear you apart from me."

The bare skin of his thighs brushes against your ass, causing you to get up on your tip-toes to try and escape it. Your assailant takes advantage of it. His arm comes around your throat, pulling your head back and keeping you off-balance as his cock starts to prod at your hole. You're not ready. You're so dry, so scared right now. You'll probably bleed.

It burns when he puts it in. You scream, you can't help it. You sob once more, the sickness from before returning, too. He laughs in your ear, the chuckle interrupted by a groan as he pushes himself deeper into your hole.

"Tight. Eden's the name by the way. You should scream that too."

Like hell you will. You don't care what his name is, you just want him to let go, to let you stumble back into town and go home.

The pain is profound as he pumps away, his grip around you only getting harsher and harsher as his face presses to your hair. The sounds that leave your lips are no longer screams, but whimpers. He keeps choking you, your balance unable to keep you up enough to breathe.

There's a moment of respite when he pulls away, once again pulling you to the ground. You're on your back again. He's between your legs, again. He's going to put it in you. Again.

You chance a look down against your better judgement, and gag again when you see the blood smeared on his cock.

You don't want to find out what you look like down there.

It hurts slightly less this time. Still excruciating, still enough to make you try to curl up - a reflex. A reflex of someone trying to protect themselves. But you can't, not from this beast.

"My name, little one. Say it. If you want me to finish faster, you'll say it," he hisses, his pace increasing. It hits so deep, only adding to the sharp stinging in your crotch.

You don't want to say it. You'd rather spew insults. But he's right. You want this to be over as soon as possible. So you do. You stutter it out, so quiet that he barely hears it. So you have to do it again.

Your arms are free now. You can't do much with them, but it helps to cover your eyes and try to block out the reality in front of you.

A small comfort, to be in total darkness, no shadows of horrible men crowding over you.

"Again," he barks out, lifting one of your legs and pinning it to your chest.

So you say it once more, the syllables broken by your pained cries. It's enough. His thrusts slow, his grunts get louder. He came in you, you know this. Not that you can feel his seed filling you up. Your blood has already made your hole warm.

Back to that tense silence. Not even leaves rustling in the wind. It's deathly silent. The forest is still, as if holding it's breath.

You're holding yours. You keep hyperventilating, you want to stop this feeling of choking due to your own body, but you can't halt your lungs spasming and the frantic breathing beginning anew.

"Stay still," he prompts. You don't have the energy to do anything else.

On your stomach, now. Your arms wrestled from your face, rope against your wrists. Then your ankles.

"I want to go home," you beg. You sound so pathetic. It's heart-breaking to hear yourself speak like this to a man like that. But what else do you have?

"We're about to go home now, don't worry. I'll take real good care of you."

The hard ground disappears, Eden's shoulder your proverbial meat-hook as he starts leading you off somewhere new. Weirdly, the scent on his clothes is a comfort. It sends you back to weekends at your friend's house. Their grandpa, a man that used to hunt. He still insisted on using animal products to wash to save money, no matter how dangerous the game was. He was a wonderful man, always letting you and your friend huddle around him as he read to you on his visits.

You'll never get to see him again.

#degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter #Necro's fics #'nw grapefruit' #'nw nausea' #gender neutral reader

[femsolid]

“The trope of the oppressed Muslim woman was readily identifiable in a recent controversy involving renowned evolutionary biologist and spokesperson for the atheist movement, Richard Dawkins and feminist atheist blogger, Rebecca Watson, author of the Skepchick blog. 

Now dubbed ‘elevatorgate’, the controversy erupted over an incident which took place at an atheist conference in Dublin, Ireland, which Watson describes in her video blog. As Watson relates, at four o’clock in the morning after postconference drinks at a hotel bar, she took the elevator to go back to her room, during which time she was sexually propositioned by a fellow (male) conference attendee. This, for Watson, demonstrated the point she had made earlier in her conference panel that sexualisation of women by men in the atheist community is a problem as a form of unacknowledged sexism. She also implied that being trapped in a confined space (an elevator) by a drunken delegate making sexual overtures placed her in an uncomfortable zone of sexual vulnerability. Watson was clearly using this incident as an illustration of her argument that male-dominated institutions such as the atheist movement tend to reproduce unequal gender relations through placing value on female members’ sexual, rather than intellectual, capacities. This video blog, in which she advises men not to behave in this manner (as Watson herself put it: ‘Guys, don’t do that,’) sparked an internet war notable for Richard Dawkins’s infamous response in a facetious letter written to a fictitious character called ‘Muslima’. We reproduce the Dawkins letter in full, as it appears on Watson’s blog, here: 

Dear Muslima

Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and ... yawn ... don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with. Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep“chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so ... And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.

Richard.

In an astonishing rhetorical feat, Dawkins’ figuration of ‘the Muslim woman’ manages to construct more than one ‘other’ against which rational (white) man defines himself; it is illustrative of Orientalist stereotyping which homogenises Muslim women’s experiences and it produces the unsavoury character of the ‘whining’ Western feminist. This characterisation is consistent with neoliberal ‘postfeminist’ assumptions that Western feminists are anachronistic because gender equality has already been achieved. Dawkins presents a liberal conception of ‘freedom’ – what this volume calls a ‘freedom fallacy’ – embedded in colonial discourse that produces the Muslim woman’s body as the inscriptive surface of degeneracy, to refocus our attention on the ways in which white, Western female bodies inhabit (or indeed abuse) freedoms made available to them through the passage of secular time. 

Muslim women are viewed as needing feminism more than Western women and serve as convenient Dawkins-style tropes for the deflection of feminist criticism. The ‘mutilated’ Muslim body in particular is an especially arresting image against which the legitimate concerns of non-Muslim feminists can be disregarded as the complaints of ‘killjoys’. In the rhetoric of the ‘elevatorgate’ persuasion, the feminist killjoy is dismissed as irrational and annoying for failing to agree to the happy state of gender relations in the West.”

-  Entitled to Be Free: exposing the limits of choice by Shakira Hussein and Camille Nurka

#quote #muslim women #freedom fallacy #mp #arw

[vague-humanoid]

Two Canadian moms say their 9-year-old daughter was competing in a shot-put final at a track and field event when the grandfather of one of the other participants started yelling at her, Castanet reported.

"She went to step up to compete for the grade four shot-put final, and right before she went to throw, a grandfather of a student said, 'Hey, this is supposed to be a girls' event, and why are you letting boys compete.' My daughter is cisgender, born female, uses she/her pronouns. She has a pixie haircut," said mom Heidi Star.

"He stopped the entire event. He also pointed at another girl who also had short hair. He then piped in and said, 'Well, if she is not a boy, then she is obviously trans,'" Star said, adding that the man's wife then started calling her "a genital mutilator, a groomer, and a pedophile."

Central Okanagan School District superintendent Kevin Kaardal said he's working to have the man banned from all school-related events.

#transphobia cw #child abuse cw #verbal abuse