genderfluid-druid:

genderfluid-druid:

hurr hurr I’m a human body hurr hurr I’m gonna solve all my problems using mucus

“i require more fluids” well what did you do with the fluids I already gave you. hmm? did you make more mucus with them? you made more mucus with them.


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#that one post with the thing #(saddened but unsurprised to look at the OP and learn that it was inspired by a COVID-19 infection) #(certainly I thought about this post when I had COVID) #((even if my mucus levels were relatively mild)) #covid19 #illness tw #unsanitary cw #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

xenosaurus:

I’m working on a concept for angels as a type of undead— human corpses animated by light.

They can’t see, having been blinded by the brightness of their transformation, and the illusion of wings comes from cuts down the length of their spine, allowing light to escape. Much like vampires, they maintain some semblance of their living personality, at least at first, and need to eat something special— in their case, the magic in the flesh of other undead creatures.

The setting I’m making them for sees them as a terrifying necessary evil in places where they’re plentiful, as they hunt worse threats, but they’re often misinterpreted as holy defenders in places where they’re scarce.

xenosaurus:

They definitely are NOT defenders of humanity, especially as they get older and their minds start to wear down. Older angels can rarely tell individual people apart, stop communicating entirely, and are known to kill people who have even been NEAR other undead because they smell like food.

Eventually, if they haven’t been hunted down by humans to make them stop, they start trying to hunt other angels and get killed that way.

xenosaurus:

Vampires in this setting are the whole package— hypnotic mind control, shape shifting, making thralls, superhuman strength, generally incredibly hard to kill. Light weakens but does not kill them, at least when it’s normal sunlight.

Humans struggle hard to deal with even a few of them, but angels pry those suckers from their lairs like shucking oysters and devour them.

xenosaurus:

Angels happen when someone is killed with light without their body being destroyed, which is very very hard to do by accident. The setting has a few powerful entities living outside society who use magic like that, and at one point, angels were people who pissed them off.

Of course, angels are very useful, especially when they’re young. There are some groups that send people out to bother entities of light on purpose, and eventually a ritual for making one without outside “help” was developed.

Human-created angels are usually either volunteers from cults that think of angels as holy creatures, or people nobody would miss being turned into vampire hunters against their will. You can tell the difference by how the cuts on their back are made— the cults use lines of carved runes, while sketchy alchemists make straight cuts on either side of the spine. Angels made by pissed off non-human entities usually claw at their backs until they tear the skin, so their “wings” are jagged.

xenosaurus:

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[ID: reply from @neojet280 reading “How long does it take for them to lose their mind after the turn into angels? Years? Decades? Centuries?]

Good question! Generally the Brain Weird starts to kick in after a decade or two, and you get to the point where they’re not really themselves anymore by 50 years. By 100 years in, they stop behaving like social creatures, and from there it depends on the individual how quickly they stop being safe to be around.

Mental decline in the undead is universal, but timeframes vary! Vampires remain functional for centuries and lose themselves around 500-600 years, while ghouls rarely maintain any personality by the end of the second year and revenants can only function without being puppeted for a decade or two.

xenosaurus:

The quick and dirty of the four types of undead:

Vampires— robust supernatural powers, keep their minds for centuries, created by other vampires via biting, feed on human blood (animal blood is not sufficient)

Angels— light magic, minds are lost by 150 years, created by killing a person with light, feed on the bodies of other undead

Ghouls— can keep going with huge pieces of their bodies missing, mindless by their second winter, spreads like a bacteria, feeds on any living flesh

Revenant— powers vary, become empty puppets by 15-20 years in, created by human magic to be undead slaves, draw energy from their summoner or can be fed the flesh of magical creatures

xenosaurus:

The plot of this is about a city that suffers a flood and finds itself abruptly overrun with ghouls. This leads to the local alchemist’s guild kidnapping people to make angels, which gets the vampires involved, which attracts the older angels, and so on.

xenosaurus:

I’m thinking about this setting again! Today’s world building bit:

Vampires do have a strong negative association with garlic, but not because of anything to do with the garlic itself. Vampire hunters have a potion they take that makes their blood highly toxic to vampires, and one of the side effects is sweat that reeks of garlic. As this isn’t commonly understood by the common people, rumors spread that vampire hunters were keeping garlic in their clothes to ward them off.

xenosaurus:

I’m working on this again, so I gave it a name— a sunken pyre! monster hunters use funeral pyres to burn the bodies of people killed by ghouls or vampires before they can wake back up as the undead, and a failed job or out of control situation is often euphemistically referred to as a pyre getting rained on or otherwise trying to start a fire using damp wood.

A sunken pyre, being underwater, would be a VERY dire situation. The plot also starts with a literal flood, so, twofold!

xenosaurus:

As I work on the human characters, I’m also developing monster hunting organizations! First off— the ones with the dogs.

The Graveyard Houndsmen are a primarily rural brotherhood, formed to deal with ghoul outbreaks centuries ago. While not a strictly religious order, their work is highly ritualized and most of their traditions are safety rules turned into superstitions.

The Houndsmen adopt and breed dogs that have survived attacks by ghouls near graveyards, unknowingly breeding for resistance to the blight of the undead while believing the animals themselves to be supernatural— church grims. Because these dogs are often strays, the breeding lines vary wildly in traits.

The members of this order take vows of chastity and refuse to see doctors, as they are virtually all infected with the undying plague, the poorly-understood magical phenomenon that turns the dying into ghouls. The curse is in the blood and can be sexually transmitted or passed to a child that is conceived by them. (Some houndsmen exploit a loophole by having non-reproductive sex with each other, though. Don’t be a snitch, the head of the chapter doesn’t need to know.)

Because the order is a lifelong commitment, Houndsmen give up their family names, all using “Grim” as a surname. The majority of them are men, but women are not banned from the order unless they have living children.

xenosaurus:

The Houndsmen are well-loved by the communities they serve, in spite of being a bit odd and intense. Being entrusted with one of their hunting dogs that has been injured or grown too old to work is considered a huge honor, as it is believed that the grim’s spirit will protect the home of those who cared for it after its passing. There’s even a popular fairy tale about a child turning around their family’s fortunes by being kind to a stray dog that turns out to be a Houndsman’s companion!

The Houndsmen are rare in larger cities, where cremation of the dead is mandatory to avoid ghoul outbreaks. Their reputation is damaged somewhat by being seen by city folk as similar to the next monster hunting group I’m going to talk about— the Keepers of the Undying Light, a very ethically ambiguous order of alchemists that deal with vampires. They were the original creators of the ritual to make angels without outside help!

xenosaurus:

The Keepers are a broad and diverse organization, most of which operates in secrecy. The alchemists rarely do much fighting themselves, instead working with angels, revenants, and hired help to accomplish their goals. While their public goals and general mission are positive, they have a corruption problem and tend towards “the end justifies the means” in their plans.

Keeper hunters are basically mercenaries, and the problems with their employers are more likely to fuck them over than anyone else. A LOT of them die on what they didn’t know were suicide missions, end up as revenant puppets, or are mutilated by alchemical experiments done on them under the guise of medical care.

xenosaurus:

The Houndsmen are obviously not a perfect organization, as they’re too broad for true oversight and they live and breathe superstition, but they’re too reliant on the good favor of the common people to get away with large scale abuses. Almost all of them are technically homeless, generally being cared for by communities another Houndsman has protected as they travel around for jobs. They really need their good reputation!

The main Houndsman in the story is Arlo Grim, a man on the edge of middle age who has been to a proper city maybe twice. He isn’t really prepared for the level of political intrigue the Keepers of the Undying Light bring to the table.

xenosaurus:

It’s time for plot, so, first, let’s talk about the Undying Plague.

The Undying Plague is a blood curse, a unique type of magic that functions like a bloodborne pathogen. It is particularly widespread due to its difficulty to detect before a cursed individual dies, as well as a general reluctance to destroy the undead it produces before they get violent.

For most people, the curse does nothing until your death, at which point it raises you as a ghoul. The longer you lived with the curse, the longer the resurrection takes, with ghouls that have more time to “cook” being stronger and more resilient, but with less remaining of their minds. The quickest resurrections are around 20 minutes, and the slowest take a few days.

Because ghouls get violent as their minds decay, which happens very quickly in most situations, it is very dangerous to have them around. However, because ghouls originally maintain their personalities and memories to some extent, once they’re awake their loved ones have a tendency to hide them. To avoid this, cities have strict laws regarding immediate cremation of the dead.

Most people with the Undying Plague don’t know it, and most would-be ghouls are burned before anyone realizes they were cursed. Generally, the only sign of a spreading outbreak (assuming it’s being spread by the living, and not by ghouls biting people) is cases of ‘rotting fever’, a deadly allergic reaction that afflicts people with especially high magical sensitivity when exposed to the curse. As getting the curse itself kills them, their revival is nearly instant, and the new undead decaying and losing their mind is mistaken for a living person with a disease.

xenosaurus:

So, what happens is this: 30 years ago, a pox went through the city of Larkhollow. While the fatality rate was low, the situation overwhelmed the city’s doctors and alchemists, causing over a dozen cases of rotting fever to be missed. The open sores of the pox and the poor sanitation in the poorer areas of the city left more than half of the city unknowingly cursed with the Undying Plague.

However, with a recent contagious disease in everyone’s memories, sanitation picked up, and cremation rules were enforced more strictly. The situation went unnoticed until the city’s dam broke 3 decades later.

The resulting flood killed many people, with a lot of bodies being lost in the water. The deceased had carried the curse for long enough to be nearly mindless as they woke up over the next few days, turning their attention to the survivors still trapped in the city.

Complicating the situation, Larkhollow played host to a collection of vampires whose lairs were no more resistant to the flooding than the above ground buildings. Suddenly exposed, they are in full survival mode, hiding among the human survivors and trying to avoid or sabotage the monster hunters suddenly all over the city.

xenosaurus:

All of this finally brings us around to the primary angel character, who was previously kept hidden by the local Keepers when she wasn’t vampire hunting. Her name is Lior, and she was an unmarried young woman raising her younger sister 30 years ago, when the Keepers used the pox as a cover to kidnap a number of test subjects to make new angels.

At the time of the flood, she is the only surviving angel in Larkhollow, as the older angels had been culled by the Keepers and the others who had been created beside her had either been taken to other cities or died during a conflict between Keeper factions 3 years prior.

Shortly after becoming the main defense for the city, Lior is recognized by her sister, Sadie, who never believed she’d wandered off to die of illness.


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#storytime #angels #aging cw #illness tw #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

leidensygdom:

i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They’ve never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they’ve tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn’t matter how much they’ve searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: “The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they’ve mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place.”

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there’s a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they’ve destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They’ve hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

This too is toxic yuri to me-


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#that one post with the thing #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

chaumas-deactivated20240115:

dune is so funny it literally opens like

CHAPTER 1

“It sucks that I understand Time Cube and as such cannot avoid becoming a genocidal dictator,” young Paul Atreides said to himself. “For me. Moral complexity is such a burden.”

CHAPTER 2

“Heard any good slurs for poor people lately?” asked the Baron Harkonnen homosexually, knocking back another shot of orphan tears.

chaumas-deactivated20240115:

this post was a lot longer but I forced myself to cut it back because brevity is the soul of wit and I was getting carried away

chaumas-deactivated20240115:

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anything for you darling

CHAPTER 1

“The fact that I will commit unspeakable genocide and lead a holy war across the galaxy is very bad,” said young Paul Atreides. “For me.”

“I too feel morally conflicted by my role in a ruthless eugenics program,” admitted his mother, the Lady Jessica. “Does that make me a bad mother? Who can say….”

At that moment the Duke Leto Atreides returned home from a grueling day churning out propaganda to convince his troops that he was worth dying for. His regal face was lined with deep moral complexities. “It’s tough when you’re me and everybody wants to fuck you so so bad,” he said. “But that’s the price I must pay for the future well-being of my ancestral house.” He sighed, deep and melancholy. When was the last time he’d thrown around the old pigskin with his boy? Would he ever get the chance again…?

That’s fully-manual ascetic space feudalism for you, he thought libertarianally.

Paul looked around the room and was struck by the sudden and horrific realization that he was the smartest person to ever live, and that even his own loving mother and father could never hope to understand Time Cube.

But that’s a problem for another day, Paul decided, not for the last time.

CHAPTER 2

“It’s a beautiful day to be grossnasty, don’t you think?” said the Baron Harkonnen homosexually as he surveyed the ravaged landscape beyond the window. Acid rain pelted against the glass and melted the flesh off the shrieking peasants below.

“Sure. Whatever,” said Feyd-Rautha, not looking up from his sketchbook, upon which he had scrawled the words ‘I love killing and maiming’ in large bubble letters.

“A-h-h,” said the Baron. “That was a trick question: every day is a beautiful day for being grossnasty. You must learn this lesson well, nephew, if you ever hope to get anywhere in life. Piter, what are you doing over there with that huge and evil brain of yours?”

The mentat violated the Hays Code six times in the few seconds it took him to reply. “I’m calculating a mathematically perfect slur for orphans,” he said in a gay voice. “Just as you requested.”

“Finally! A productive use of your time,” said the Baron, and flipped him off. Without a word, he snatched the pen from Feyd-Rautha’s hand and wrote ‘and oppressing the populace’ beneath the words the youth had already written. “There,” he said. “Much better.”


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#Dune #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

shittinggold:

quasi-normalcy:

balaclava-trismegistus:

balaclava-trismegistus:

Killed a spider n now I feel bad :/

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Why did you say that

Okay, so it takes 9 months to make a baby human; that’s about 3 kg.

A baby spider, by contrast, weighs about 1 mg; roughly 3 million times lighter.

So…you could give birth to a healthy baby spider in about…8 seconds? Like it’s not a big inconvenience.

tumblr user saturnine-powerbomb is on the other side of the cave, churning out spiders as fast as Georg can shovel them into his mouth


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #spiders #Spiders Georg #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #unsanitary cw? #pregnancy cw? #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

Anonymous asked: please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

tearlessrain:

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I’m sorry for the confusion, if you’re not finding anything on the phrase it’s because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven’t found a better way to express what I’m trying to say so I keep using it. but now you’ve given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I’m going to take it.

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SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren’t familiar with that concept, here’s a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it’s also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don’t really vocalize much in real life, but that’s beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie’s world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn’t exist in the world of the movie/show and can’t be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that’s non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don’t know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can’t hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you’ve probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character’s car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I’m referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there’s cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it’s all just a planned scene, and you’ll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they’re doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I’m talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I’m referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn’t want to be ravished but then it turns out he’s so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she’s into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don’t know they’re playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it’s often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it’s almost always Problematic™ in some way if you’re not willing to meet the story where it’s at, but as long as you’re not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it’s just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can’t be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it’s consensual by default because it’s already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it’s all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I’ve observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it’s very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you’re talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you’re in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you’d call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it’s very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you’re okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that’s what I mean.

aspec-but-horny:

Wow I like those words ashgfkjvmgk

Would you mind if I used them?

(have been using bdsm(canonical) and bdsm(material) instead as in this narrative acknowledges bdsm as something happening in the story vs this is not bdsm in universe but it is bdsm related and just like, stuff to feed your fantasies, rules and morals do not apply because nobody is trying to portray real situations, these narratives are shallow as they are merely tools.) But I guess both the descriptions have slight differences.

tearlessrain:

oh yeah go nuts lol, it’s just the best way I could come up with to phrase it, I don’t own the words or anything

artpigeons:

Watsonian BDSM vs Doylist BDSM

kinsey3furry300:

Watsonian BDSM is when Irene Adler and Sherlock have a talk about safe words, Doylist BDSM is when Harry Houdini gets an urgent telegram: HOW TO GET OUT OF HANDCUFS STOP NOT A HYPOTHETICAL STOP MISTAKES WERE MADE STOP I’LL ADMIT THR FAIRY PHOTOS WERE FAKE IF YOU GET HERE IN A QUARTER HOUR STOP


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#yes this #sexuality and lack thereof #I’ve been thinking about this sort of thing lately as I try my hand at writing pornography #I like diegetic porn better but have been writing non-diegetic because the setup’s easier #I aspire to write diegetic porn someday #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

Museum Asks People To Recreate Paintings At Home, Gets 30 New Impressive Photos

{{Title link: https://www.boredpanda.com/art-recreation-getty-museum-challenge/ }}


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delphinidin4:

Narcissus taking a selfie is the ACTUAL best.

simplyclockwork:

These are REALLY cool

notallfay:

These are art in themselves, in a some of them point out what lockdown was like for us, they’re expressed themselves in a really cool way. But I think these are going to be talked about in the future.


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#art #juxtaposition #covid19 #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what #illness tw? #long post #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once

post-uwuifer:

brx8:

post-uwuifer:

piss-bong:

@post-uwuifer is maybe the funniest blog on the platform rn bc it’s obviously a bot 90% of the time and sometimes the owner logs in and responds to reblogs manually, but if you suspend your disbelief just enough it leads to the much funnier conclusion that it’s a bot 100% of the time and its responses are evidence that the algorithm has gained sentience but can only communicate through uwuified tumblr posts

I hate to wuin da fun but uh

it’s aww 100% manuaw💀

tanks fow da pwaise tho UwU

I am sorry but this being completely manual is like 1000x scarier than it being a 100% bot.

good.


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petitetimidgay:

do you ever have a conversation and think “I am not heterosexual enough for this”


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