#d. violadives

[wardercloud]

Viola reminded them of Mneme. Somehow, at least. Maybe the elf was looking for pieces of her in anything, but she was gone and they were still here. They had to get used to that. Viola sure as hell talked more than the aspect ever did. That wasn't really a hard task to accomplish though. Still, they nodded their head and looked at the demon. They really wondered how demons came to have the personalities they had. Most were expected to be cold-hearted and uncaring. She seemed to be the complete opposite. Maybe that was a good thing for them. They needed that kind of thing around right now. "I do. It started off as something I was pushed into, but I care a lot about the people around me. Friends or not. I'll come to care about you quickly, too. I already do. I'll...take you to meet Aegnor. I'm tethered to him. You're tethered to me. Seems like the logical next step."

"I suppose that's where I come in." Protecting them was one thing, but she couldn't be tied to someone who wouldn't acknowledge their own worth. She'd struggled with that with Vinny for ages; she could put in the same amount of effort with this one. Cloud seemed likable enough, at least to her. "I've heard the sun elves are fond of their... traditions." Viola had been around long enough to catch wind of these antics, so many bodies and people; honestly, it sounded like far too much work. "As good a reason as any," Viola didn't feel the need to argue that if they killed enough people in front of an audience it wouldn't matter how good of a fighter they were. Still, their nature spoke to something Viola didn't know about them. Then again, the two were still getting to know one another. "you must care a great deal for people."

[vincenzodives]

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There were many things on Vincenzo’s mind, many things he had to think about. One being a certain eladrin that would not leave his mind for anything. Two being necromancy. And three being how the hell his familiar was doing. He hadn’t seen her around their place that she specifically funded for the both of them so he was only slightly concerned. It would be easy for her to turn her back on him if she wanted to and that was something Vinny did not want. He wanted her around as long as possible and he hoped she cared for him as much as he cared for her. They would never share that with each other though. Not yet anyway. “Viola?” He walked into the living room, water bottle in his right hand. “You here?”

[soneysiney]

Wo a contar 10 curiosidades d 3 ocs Mios x que si

Sonia:

-Le tiene miedos a las alturas. -No soporta ver a la gente triste -Le agrada musho Tyler (aunque sus familiares le dice que c le aleje) -Alone y Flower Sick le hacen la vida imposible -la han violado mas de 10 veces -Po antes era Lesbiana -le gusta ver Gore y a escondidas Hentai aunque no la afecta. -es mas fuerte que Dayleka -LloracuandoTedBlitzySatatoshisufren -muchos c le han propuesto pero ella solo quiere al muchacho de sus Sueños xdxdxxd

Dayleka:

-Todos los de su Universo la/lo consideran un ser que solo mata. -ha destruido mas de 10 planetas por que si -Quere ve Zin Feliz <3 -Dead End y Rose Sick son cosas que nadie quiere conocer que viene de el/ella -C enamoro de Caramel hasta q c murio y de un Mortal llamado Owen -Fue Violad@ por Caramel apenas tenia 123 -c corta de una manera asquerosa los brazos. -esta enamoraao pero no sabe si es amor o si esta enfermo/a xddd -le tiene mas miedo a Zero que Odio. -convence a Sonia para engañar a los humanos y arruinar sus Vidas. -Zeyd es lo que mas ama ya que es su hermanito/a.

Zeyd:

-Tiene 9 años -No sabe que es amor de uno hacia otros, solo el que se da la familia. -iora cuando ve a Dayleka Triste y a Sonia Herida. -Solo confia en Dayleka y Sonia. -es hijo de Yesid y Zero. -Es un Dios Diablo muy fuerte pero no le puede ganar a Sonia. -Los Mortales creen que el/ella es un Mito. -c le hace dificil caminar. -su cabello puede crecer y usarlo para lo que sea. -le gusta las Frutas.

[hypnoespadachin]

Hablando con La Chacha hace unos días me comentó el hecho de que ella, que no está en el hypnokink, le ha tenido que explicar a un par de hypnokinksters que lo nuestro es muy normalito, es un BDSM con cosas y tenemos las mismas dinámicas de D/s que en una relación sin hipnosis porque la hipnosis es, fundamentalmente, una herramienta.

Otra cosa que parece no estar clara entre esos hypnokinksters (mayoría entre los que comparto lengua madre) es que no entienden que nuestro fetiche es una especie de "rape play", lo que parece turbarlos o molestarlos. Sí, señor que cree que la hipnosis es control mental y vas fardando de poder hacer orgasmar a una mujer solo con el poder de tus palabra, el hypnokink tiene una parte de "rape play" o "rape fantasy". Ojo, sigue leyendo antes de indignarte, que todo hay que explicarlo.

Para empezar, no hay nada de malo en tener fantasias, incluso ese tipo de fantasías tan fuertes, mientras se queden en eso, fantasías o como mucho, sean ejecutadas por adultos con consentimiento por todas partes. No eres peor persona por tener una fantasía donde violas o quieres ser violade, que nadie te diga lo contrario.

En el hypnokink hay que diferenciar entre el juego entre dos o más personas hablado y negociado, que puede usar la hipnosis como herramienta o como parte nuclear del mismo, y la hipnosis como fantasía de control mental, que salvo que se nombre implícitamente, siempre será no consentida. Y esta falta de consentimiento es lo que la convierte en violación. Lo del "solo sí es sí" y todo eso con lo que llevan las feministas en España y Latinoamérica dando la matraca (y con razón) es justo lo que una persona hipnotizada en nuestras fantasías no puede verbalizar.

Hace unos años hice un juego de asks donde la gente me enviaba famosas y yo decía como las hipnotizaría y qué les haría. En muchas historias de LaurenTidal, HypnoS, Jukebox o ScifiScribler (a los que no etiqueto por estar esto escrito en español) no hay consentimiento. Yo mismo fantaséo con hipnotizar a Anna Kendrick o a Alexandra Daddario o a Dua Lipa con erótico resultado. Y eso es violación. Y ninguno de nosotros es mala persona o un violador en potencia por tener este tipo de fantaías. Como bien señala María al final de su post: el que sea imposible que lo realicemos la hace más efectiva. En la vida real no vas a poner hipnotizar a esa famosa que te pone tanto, ni siquiera a la tu compañera de trabajo, más accesible, para follártela sin su permiso. Pero tampoco podemos escudarnos en esta imposibilidad para rehuir la responsabilidad: hay que se conscientes de que fantaseamos con violar a otras personas y no hay nada malo en eso mientras se quede en el terreno de las fantasías. Repito: no dejes que ningún meapilas te diga lo contrario.

En el otro lado del espejo están lo que creen que toda hipnosis es violación. Por desgracia entre estos incultos están los evagélicos y zelotes religiones que han presionado a las compañias que gestionan las tarjetas de debito y crédito (de esto tengo que hablar en el futuro). Hoy mismo a @chileanhypnotist le han dicho que solo los violadores disfrutan del hipnokink, ¿a cuento de qué vas al blog de otra persona, que es su casa, a llamarlo violador?

A estas personas solo puedo decirles una cosa: culturizaros. La hipnosis no funciona como las películas os han hecho creer. Si la hipnosis funcionara así, todos los hipnotizadores seríamos millonarios.

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[vincenzodives]

"Good. I'd make you swear it, but..." Vinny was just really glad that she was back. After she had gone, it felt like his entire life had fallen apart. Whatever had transpired after they had been separated felt like some cruel joke. It was as if he wasn't meant to live without her. People called that platonic soulmates or something. Right now, he was some immortal being and she was... "How are you here right now? Who summoned you?" The warforged reveled in the way her hands gently held onto his face. She had been his one anchor to this world for so long that it felt like he was no longer lost anymore now. "I don't even know where to start. I died twice. Some guy put me back together." He shook his head because it sounded unbelievable even as he said it out loud. "But yeah, it's pretty fucking empty in here. I didn't...I guess I was legally dead."

There was a limit to how many times a demon could escape the Inferno without much detection, Archfiends rarely liked to let go of their things, Viola reached her limit sooner than she would have liked. Had it been possible then she would have crawled her way from the pit, through the nine levels of Hell, and clamoured back to the sweet child she'd left alone. News of his death had been lorded over her, another cruel appointment that the emissaries of hell delighted upon. Vincenzo's poor, mutilated soul, and then its entire disbursement as if even the Inferno had conspired to keep her from him.

"I'm not going anywhere, not this time." There weren't many places to go, and part of her arrangement with the elf had been made because they were sufficiently immortal. Powerful in a way that was too mysterious to most to see Viola's binding undone. She returned Vincenzo's embrace with some gratitude, anchored herself against him and let the child she'd known for so many years ground her to this realm once again. Viola withdrew but only enough to look him in the eyes, her hands on his face, "Tell me everything, have you-" she looked around the apartment that was half barren and picked over, "looks like we need to get you some more things."

[pelcrus]

Untouched by time was one hell of a way to put it. Pelorus felt like time had never truly been on his side. As much as he could say he was alive and still standing, it was not without its scars. The spartoi seemed to have more than a handful due to his ability so he was sure he looked more worn down than she could have ever seen him before. Then again, maybe he'd always looked that way. Regardless, it wasn't as if Arachne had ever done anything but respect him. She was her father's daughter, but she was so much better than him in every way. But then they also had that same confidence that often got them into trouble. That was how Arachnee was even still here in the first place. Big fucking ego.

"Hello favorite daughter, how I've missed you, my world has been incredibly dull and dreary in your absence," he repeated back to her with a hint of a smile. It was a true statement or else he wouldn't have even jokingly said it at all. Pelorus squeezed her hand within his own and kissed her knuckles. "It's even better to see you. You have quite a lot to update me on. It's been...well, let's not get into the mathematics of it all. It's just been a very long time."

Surviving the Inferno had been a task all on its own, for all the demons that existed in hell there were far fewer than most assumed. The nature of the pit was to consume or be consumed, it was predictable after a time, the strong survived and the weak did not. Viola's father had raised her to fall in line with the former, cursed by a self-proclaimed goddess or not, she had scraped, crawled, and done whatever she had needed to do in order to make it out the other side. Time and time again, even as her humanity had been stripped from her, Pelorus' faith in her had still sung through the very core of the woman's being.

"Just as I said then: my father couldn't be cut down, and here you stand. Alive, untouched by time." Viola raised a brow, though it was only done playfully. "Quite rude of you to be gone for as long as you were though - and this is how you greet me? I could leave, come back, and you can try again. I'd much prefer something along the lines of: hello favourite daughter, how I've missed you, my world has been incredibly dull and dreary in your absence." She smiled as she took her father's hand in her own, "I... Cannot tell you how good it is to see you again."

[wardercloud]

"I do have standards. I just, you know, haven't acknowledged them for a bit." They paused before continuing. "You know, they have orgies in my court. Very exclusive. I'm always invited. I hate it." Hate was probably too strong of a word. Really, Cloud had just been reluctant to go every single time because they never participated. It felt awkward sometimes just standing around. However, their reasoning had never been to be involved. It had just been a support thing. For Laer. Their chancellor was their closest friend and the last thing they ever wanted was the disappoint someone like him. Not that they thought it was even possible. If there was one thing Laer was fond of, it was all of his friends. "I wouldn't get myself killed. I can defend myself. I just don't want to hurt anybody. That's what I'm more worried about." They were supposed to protect people. That was why they had trained to be a warder. Well, that was what the reason had become after their mother forced them into it. "No Crocs. Got it. Shall we then?"

"I'm a demon of pride, we have standards: you should too." Cloud was powerful, that much was evident; anyone with sense could feel it radiating off of them. Though it was quite clear that the other hadn't really come into that aspect of themselves. Both a sun elf and something else entirely, bound and written in blood their contract together was sealed. "Besides, if I let you go off on a rampage you'll only get yourself killed, then where would I be?" Something as common as lust, gluttony, greed, or wrath would have seen this one drenched in blood already. Viola had greater designs, longevity and legacy for one. "I'll find you something to wear, crocs are absolutely not on the agenda."

[wardercloud]

"Right. Aren't demons usually encouraging hedonistic behavior?" They guessed this one was different. She already seemed that way anyway. Cloud was always pessimistic though so they were somewhat side-eyeing Viola at the moment. Not much, but they always had to watch their back. That was how they had gotten into this predicament in the first place, wasn't it? "Both?" They looked towards where they kept their clothes. Well, what little of them there were anyway. Of course there was a wedding and a party. They had heard about the wedding. The party was an entirely different thing though. "I'm sure you'd have better taste in clothing than I could. The last time I went somewhere, I wore Crocs and nobody told me that people thought those were ugly."

"You won't kill anyone, I'll make sure of it." That had to be half the reason why Cloud had summoned her, she understood what it meant to want to crawl under a rock and simply disappear. She'd done her fair share of it in the frigid fields of the ninth circle, then again and again as she was taken away from the people that she loved. Viola would not pretend to know the elf's pain, but neither would she tolerate a life of stagnancy, for either of them. "Well, get up and get ready, there's both a wedding and a party happening: we'll be attending both." What did this bloodied creature have to wear? "Do you have anything appropriate to wear? You'll have to show me some options, coordination between a demon and their partner is a necessity."

[vincenzodives]

If there was anyone that truly knew him, it was always going to be Viola. Not his mother, not August, not Emory. Just Viola. He’d pulled her from the Inferno when he’d felt lost. It had been before he had even really been aware of what he was doing. She was his only friend before he’d met anyone else. Actually, she’d always been more than a friend to him. Family was what he would consider her. Not by something like blood, but by choice. And she had been taken away from him. He hadn’t fully comprehended she was gone until it was too late. Then he was lost again. He’d always been lost without her. Dying twice probably seemed a bit dramatic though. But here she was, wasn’t she? He wasn’t sure who had pulled her from where she had been, but he didn’t care to ask as long as she was here.

Vinny hadn’t said anything, just listened as she spoke to him. When her arms wrapped around him, he’d felt as if he would fall apart right there. He could barely produce tears, but he swore he would’ve if it was possible. Instead, he held onto her as if she would disappear from his grasp again. “You’ve never had to apologize to me. I’m sorry I…” He paused and pulled away for a moment, his hands resting on her shoulders. “You’re really here.” He pulled her in to hug her again. “You can’t leave again or I’ll drag you back myself. I don’t care if I can’t summon you. I’ll figure it out if I have to.”

@vincenzodives location: vinny's apartment notes: it lives i guess

"You died." It wasn't a hello, it wasn't much of anything but a statement of absolute truth. "Not just once, but twice- three times was it?" She shook her head, it was almost as if Vincenzo had been trying to prove a point: he was hopelessly lost without her. "Such an overachiever, imagine if you applied yourself." Viola moved to touch the warforged's cheek, it was designed to feel human, to be identical to the real thing, but the demon could tell from the moment her palm brushed his skin that this was not the same boy she'd watched grow up. Not really.

"Come here, you sweet, sweet boy." With rather unceremonious approach Viola embraced Vincenzo completely, wrapped her arms around him and pulled the artificial creation against her. He was still warm, but in a way that was different from what her memory served, his magic was different as well, and Viola could say nothing for his soul. Ground underfoot, dragged through Hell, scattered then pulverized back into something that resembled its original shape. "I'm so, so sorry. I should have been here I-" It was her job to protect him, her job to watch over him, and Viola had failed Vincenzo so utterly and completely. It was inexcusable.

[wardercloud]

END.

Viola reminded them of Mneme. Somehow, at least. Maybe the elf was looking for pieces of her in anything, but she was gone and they were still here. They had to get used to that. Viola sure as hell talked more than the aspect ever did. That wasn't really a hard task to accomplish though. Still, they nodded their head and looked at the demon. They really wondered how demons came to have the personalities they had. Most were expected to be cold-hearted and uncaring. She seemed to be the complete opposite. Maybe that was a good thing for them. They needed that kind of thing around right now. "I do. It started off as something I was pushed into, but I care a lot about the people around me. Friends or not. I'll come to care about you quickly, too. I already do. I'll...take you to meet Aegnor. I'm tethered to him. You're tethered to me. Seems like the logical next step."

[wardercloud]

Cloud wasn't sure what had tempted them to bring this demon into their life, but they had. Maybe it was the fact that they had been feeling quite alone for a long time. It wasn't like they were really all that lone, but it felt like it sometimes. Even with the amount of people they had around them, it could feel like they were the only person in the room. And then they kept losing people, too. Maybe, with this manifest he'd come to know as Viola, they'd have her for as long as they were alive. That was sure to help with the feelings that seemed to not be going away. They looked up at Viola as she wandered around. Maybe the two of them shouldn't have been stuck in here, but what else were they supposed to do? The elf was sure to drain someone if they stepped foot in the mortal realm. "If I leave, I'll kill someone. I don't want to do that. And I..." They paused for a moment. "Yes, this is all I do all day. Sometimes I go outside and train. Sometimes I go check on Aegnor."

@wardercloud location: depression cave, summer court notes: where's the beach?

Grateful for her own breadth of freedom, none of the witches or now fey that Viola had gone into contract with had been particularly controlling. Valentina had been a close friend, then something more, and Vincenzo was more like a son to her than anything else. Either way, Viola had always been deeply protected of those she forged an agreement with. "At the risk of sounding condescending," Viola appraised the space one final time before her eyes landed on the warder, "is this all you do all day?" She expected that to change because while the elf was unique in their own way, they could only serve as a measure of entertainment for so long. Viola had been conjured, given physical form once more and she had no intention of watching this creature rot away before her very eyes.

[pelcrus]

The first of his children had been Arachne. There were quite a few that came after, but none more important than her. People often spoke of not choosing your favorite child, but Pelorus was not some normal man. He was a spartoi, a demigod. If there was one of his children that he would have wished to have forever, it would have been her. However, she had been torn from him at her early age and thrown to the Inferno below. It wasn't like he would have been able to drag her back. Even if he would have been able to try, he wouldn't have had the time with her he wished to have. Just as he had lost her, she would have lost him. It was better this way, he guessed.

Pelorus had never thought he would see Arachne again. She was mortal and there was no way of giving her immortality like he would've wished without making her into something that he despised. Then again, there was a new spartoi roaming about so maybe he could've done whatever that one had done. Some little sovereign that wasn't even a child of him or his brothers didn't deserve to be one of them. Arachne though? She deserved everything because she was everything to him.

Still, here they stood four thousand years later. He hadn't even expected to be here himself, but seeing her was even more surprising than that. Someone had summoned her. That had to have been it. She still looked exactly as she had that day he had lost her. His hand lifted to her face, a smile on his own. "Ah, but you see I was not cut down, my little weaver. I'm still standing." He dropped his hand. "As are you. It seems neither of us can truly be cut down. Not even by the gods."

@pelcrus location: Palatine Hill notes: dawuh

There was a good reason why demons forgot their lives, it didn't serve a demon's nature to remember what it had been like to be human. To be someone's daughter, to want to feel loved, to feel appreciated, and to have the sort of hopes and dreams that were so completely mortals. Viola had once been a girl whose fingers were rubbed raw from the efforts of silk, who laughed under the lowlight of her father's priests, and danced as if at any moment her own mortality would come calling.

Remembering hadn't been the blessing that Viola had thought it would be, Arachne had died far below: Viola was loved, she was needed, and she was appreciated. The former was just a girl who had loved her father so much that she truly believed he'd have found her even in Hell. Pelorus was famed for his ability to locate just about anything and anyone, Thebes was revered under his protection for reasons that extended beyond his prowess with his blade. So many years she'd waited, it was foolish of course and Viola didn't begrudge him for not storming the nine levels of hell as Dante was said to have done for Beatrice. Still, Arachne had hoped, and then she had forgotten what hope felt like. Lucifer had seen to that.

"I didn't think it was true." Viola started, her father had died and that's what she had believed a century ago when she first walked this realm again. "I told them: my father wouldn't be cut down, not even a God could slay him." Because what else was a father in the eyes of a child if not divine?