#i think instead of freaking out and ‘going celibate’ i need to just be real with myself. i only wanna date or hook up with butches!!!!!

[thecorteztwins]

Idea: Fabian/Pietro but is an Hades and Persephone AU :)

Ok, doing this under a cut both for length and content, warning for a LOT of discussion of noncon because IT’S GREEK MYTHOLOGY:

Ok, so firstly, the version of Hades and Persephone I’ll be basing this on is the original wherein he explicitly kidnaps her, he explicitly abducts her, she is not willing, she does not want to be there, she does not want to be with him, she just eventually gets used to it. I specify this because Tumblr has popularized a very sanitized new version in which Persephone and Hades are this cute happy couple and hooked up very willingly and it’s just all crazy Demeter throwing a fit. Now, I don’t think it’s bad to rewrite new versions of old stories. It’s GREAT. People have been doing that for ages, it’s why there are so many variations on myths and fairy tales. Hell, the Bible literally has books that contradict each other on how the same events went down. And a lot of my favorite works in media are just retellings of familiar stories. So I don’t MIND the idea of going “I am rewriting this myth into something I like better” in itself. But Tumblr has also spread the idea that this is “real” and “original” story, which...no, it is not. Without going too in-depth about ancient texts and translations and stuff, there is no secret older version in which Persephone ever wanted to be with Hades. It has always been a story of kidnapping and implied rape. And there’s no problem if you enjoy the new version that is popular now. I get why a lot of people would! But I just wanted to be clear on WHICH version I’m using, and what kind of content is going to be there. I’m trying to steer away from TOO much darkness here, but also not turn into cute and consensual either. I just don’t want people popping in with comments like “THIS IS WRONG, HADES WOULD NEVER/IN THE ORIGINAL THEY WERE IN LOVE/etc.” You know how people can be when your preferred version of something isn’t their preferred version/the popular version.OK, so Magneto is our Zeus (king of the heavens, lots of kids, isn’t a rapist like Zeus but he sure does enter into a lot of relationships with younger women and slanted power dynamics). Exodus is our Poseidon, he’s Magneto’s lieutenant, his second in command. He’s equally benevolent and destructive, just like the sea, and his sanity shifts like the tides. And Fabian is the third in command and thus given domain under the Underworld, considered the most undesireable of the territories. As in Greek myth, what it lacks in beauty and life (not just no living people/animals, but no flowers and plants and natural beauty either), it makes up for in wealth. The Greeks believed it was literally UNDER the ground, which of course is where gems and minerals were mined, hence why Hades was also the god of riches. In a swap from Greek canon, where Poseidon is as much of a horndog as Zeus and Hades only takes (literally) a woman once, Exodus is celibate and Fabian is...not. Fabian is, well, Fabian. And that seems counterintuitive, right? The seas are teeming with life, just as Poseidon had many children. The Underworld is by definition devoid of life, which is probably why Hades had only woman and it was his wife, and why they never (unless you scour some really obscure stuff) had any children. So, what gives?Much like Fabian started as Magneto’s favorite and first lieutenant only to be replaced by Exodus, it was originally so here too. The stoic, ascetic, loyal Exodus ruled the Underworld, as constant and true as death itself, while the ficke and fertile Fabian ruled the sea with many consorts and an endless stream of children. But Fabian decided to imitate the wrong religion and pull a Lucifer with an attempted coup on Magneto, and thus Magneto swapped his and Exodus’s positions. All of Fabian’s former concubines became lakes and streams, separated from the sea. All his children were transformed into the countless life forms that live in the ocean---the fish, the crabs, the coral, the seals, and so on. All of them once women and children. Cruel and unfair? Sure, but that’s how it goes with gods. Lots of collateral damage and people getting turned into animals/plants, mostly women who didn’t deserve it.Now that Fabian ruled the realm of the dead, Magneto also forced him to take on Exodus’s celibacy. No wives, no women, no children. No sex or fertility could fester in a realm by definition devoid of life. Fabian attempts to weasel around this law as much as he can, but Magneto makes it so that he can’t do anything with the dead souls there, and anyone living he tries to bring there will die the instant they enter. And he’s not allowed to leave. So he tries bargaining. The Underworld has metal, lots of it. You know what Magneto loves? Metal. You know what there isn’t any of up in the Heavens? Metal! Fabian will give him ALL THE IRON (because for some reason that’s Magneto’s fave instead of gold or silver, go figure) if he lets Fabian fuck again. Magneto agrees that he’ll let Fabian have ANY consort of his choosing, so long as he agrees to three rules:- He can only have ONE, and they must wed. No harem.- They must be divine or semi-divine. No mortals. This is the only bride he’s getting, so they have to last.- They must be a man. The justification Magneto gives is he doesn’t want any chance of children but actually Magneto just wants to fuck with him a little because he hates him.Fabian, naturally, turns this down because WHAT THE FUCK MAN! But as he gets more and more stir-crazy over the ages, he finally gives in, takes the bargain, and sets out on a quest to find THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMANLY GOD OR DEMI-GOD MAN HE POSSIBLY CAN!Magneto is amused.Anyway, Fabian watches the surface world for ages through caves, crevices, etc. Since Magneto has cursed him not to be able to actually set foot there, that’s how he sees out into the world of the living, through all the holes in the earth. He does this for hundreds of years, maybe thousands, because he’s that picky, but also getting more desperate with every century too.Enter Pietro, our Persephone, though the role he fills as a deity is more like that of Hermes/Mercury, the super-fast messenger of the gods. Fabian never met him before because he always thought himself too important to use a mere messenger, always demanding an audience with Magneto himself.Speaking of Magneto, he is the father of Pietro and his twin Wanda via a mortal woman. Giving birth to the children of a god placed a strain so great on her body that she dissipated into nothing upon their birth, and they were raised by Bova, the divine cow, until they were old enough to join the world of humans, at which point she left them with a worthy human couple who had lost their own twins. They grew up, discovered their godly powers and heritage, and joined the pantheon, but that’s another story.Anyway, Pietro has wed an elemental, Crystal, and they have a demigoddess daughter, Luna. The only time the super-fast Pietro slows down is to spend time with them (or his sister). Crystal, as an elemental, loves nature, so they’re all having happy family time in this beautiful green glade, splashing about in a lagoon with a waterfall.And the waterfall has a cave behind it, which Fabian can see from. Now, Pietro is pretty, but he’s hardly womanly. He’s got a sharp face and lean muscles and his personality isn’t what I’d call particularly effeminate, going by stereotypes. But he’s still lovely and lithe, and he fits the criteria given by Magneto---male and divine---and Fabian is DESPERATE at this point. So he sees this elfin, attractive dude and he’s just like YES THIS IS IT THIS IS DEFINITELY PRACTICALLY A WOMAN AND THIS IS THE ONE I WANT!So he tells Magneto he’s found his choice, and Magneto lifts the curse long enough for him to obtain his “bride”. Normally no one is fast enough to catch Pietro, he’s the freaking wind itself, but the moment Magneto gives Fabian the “okay” the ground opens beneath Pietro and swallows him up right before his family’s eyes. Next thing he knows, he’s in the Underworld and this huge dude in a cape is standing over him, yammering about how lucky he is to be chosen and how their wedding will be an event to remember for centuries and blah blah blah.Naturally, Pietro is less than thrilled, and punches Fabian in the face without even realizing who he is. He then zooms around the Underworld and realizes where he is, and that there’s no exit. Cue Fabian gloating about how there’s no escape for him and he’s his now. Pietro says that just because he’s HERE doesn’t mean that Fabian can touch him at all, and he does a damn good job of keeping away from the guy. Fabian is more frustrated than ever...then remembers that gods get hungry too. They can’t starve to death, but they do get hungry.And nothing grows in the Underworld. So Pietro is zooming around down there evading Fabian and all the forces he sends to capture him---monsters, Furies, ghosts, Cereberus---but he can’t escape his stomach. He’s ravenous. But he can’t find any food here. Why would there be? No one here needs to eat. As Pietro gets more and more desperate for a single scrap, who appears before him, pomegranate in hand, but Fabian.”Gods cannot starve, but we do hunger, as you do,” he says, as though Pietro needs reminding,”And I too am a god. Any food that is here is in my castle. Be my bride and---”He doesn’t even get to finish before Pietro snatches the pomegranate away and runs once again.Just like Fabian KNEW he would. He knew that Pietro would steal it and run. It was the plan all along.Pietro cracks the pomegranate open, but he only gets six seeds down before he feels the CHANGE happening. Something is WRONG with him. Has he been poisoned? Can a god be poisoned? He cannot die, but he knows he can suffer. And something feels very, VERY strange right now.He drops the pomegranate, and it rolls away, stopping at the booted feet of Fabian.”I was hoping you’d eat more before you caught on,” he says, “But you are, after all, a quick one.”PIetro demands to know what has been done to him. Fabian explains that everything in his domain becomes his when it enters. That’s why none of the other gods come here. And food does not grow here, but it can be brought here. And once it comes here, it also becomes his. Anyone who eats it becomes his---meaning, dead. In Pietro’s case, he can’t die, but it can take his godly powers. He is immortal still, but so long as he is in the Underworld, he will lack his famous speed.He can’t run from Fabian anymore. He fights him, but the larger man drags him back to his dark palace, carved from polished obsidian and basalt, coming out of the rock walls of the Underworld itself. It’s beautiful inside, so much so that Pietro is stunned for a moment in spite of his situation. This is not what he expected the dismal domain of the dead king to be; its opulence outshines even Heaven itself. He’s thrust into a plush and beautifully decorate room the size of a house, told that these are his chambers, and everything he could ever need or want is there. There’s a huge crystal tub with steaming groundwater pouring in, gilded and velvet furniture stuffed with the softest fur of slain animals, paintings (mostly of Fabian, admittedly) and trinkets and...gowns? There’s a ton of women’s clothing here?Fabian informs him he’ll playing the role of a wife, and Pietro freaks out all over again, screaming at him, throwing things, trying to attack him.This is a mistake. Fabian catches him by the throat and tosses him to the floor, reminding him that he’s not so fast anymore. And when Pietro grabs the nearest little golden statue---a smirking bust of Fabian himself---to try to beat his captor’s godly head in, he’s also reminded that Fabian has guards here, who tear his weapon from his hands and hold him back while Fabian smirks down at him in perfection imitation of the golden bust.He says Pietro will adjust. And that he’d better hurry it up because the wedding is already planned. Fabian has been planning it a damn long time, long before he saw Pietro. It’s gorgeous, it’s huge, it’s opulent, it’s over the top, and he is NOT going to have it ruined by an ungratefully reluctant bride! Er, femininely shy bride!The invites go out and Pietro’s name is on them and that’s when Magneto realizes just who it was that caught Fabian’s eye. And Wanda realizes what happened to her brother. Wanda is our Demeter figure. She’s actually more of a Hestia/Hecate combo in terms of her role as a deity, much like how Quicksilver is Hermes but is playing Persephone’s part here, and she’s his sister instead of his mother, but she plays Demeter’s role as the one person who speaks out against this, the one person who rages, the one person who grieves. She uses all her power to petition her father to go back on his bargain, but he refuses her. He’s not happy about this either, but he won’t become an oathbreaker. Not for Pietro. Maybe he would have for one of his daughters, but not the boy.Wanda tries to rescue Pietro next, but the curse of the pomegranate seeds keeps him bound there in the Underworld, one month for each seed eaten.Half a year, every year.So for half a year, every year, Wanda’s chaos powers go haywire, her witchcraft encircling the world, letting loose cold and winds and magic...and ghosts too. The reason there are so many ghost stories around this time? Wanda is fucking with the Underworld and yanking out as many souls as she can just to spite Fabian. But the wedding still goes on. Fabian still has his bride. Pietro is still trapped for six months a year, and he hates it. He fights it for centuries, even long after he knows he can do nothing. And slowly, he adjusts. He finds small but significant ways to rebel, ways to making Fabian unhappy without provoking retaliation. And some small, awful, shameful part of him...begins to enjoy that at least Fabian values him. Sees him as a treasure. Pays attention to him.The way his father never did. And sometimes, Fabian will throw some kind of attempt at real human kindness in there, something more than cold gifts of gold and jewels, something more than cold hands in the dark. Like when he let Eurydice have her chance to go back to Orpheus. That was for Pietro, because Pietro wanted it, because Pietro asked. It was admittedly not done out of REAL kindness or compassion to Pietro, but just in hopes it would make him more compliant out of gratitude. And Pietro realized he could begin to use that. To make things better for people in the Underworld in whatever small ways he could sway Fabian. He had a purpose here. He could be a hero.And so he became not merely Fabian’s new toy, but the beloved Queen to the dead, the one to whom they petitioned for aid, the only god who would ever hear their prayers. And every six months, Pietro would return to the surface world. Wanda’s rage and grief would cease, and Crystal would make the entire world blossom and bloom in happiness at his return.And Fabian would wait, knowing what was his would come back to him.Oh, and while I’m on this: Haven is Medusa. A religiously devout woman (Medusa was a priestess to Athena) who was wronged by a man and then she was supernaturally punished as a result, making her a monster/villain the rest of her life, as well as apparently pregnant the rest of her life (with Pegasus/the Adversary) and only giving birth at her death. Admittedly we’d have to change her rapist since it was Poseidon and EXODUS AIN’T ABOUT THE LIFE but yeah. And I’d make Monsoon our Pegasus, so her son instead of her brother.

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

Baby Blues for Baby Blue

Very minor lime content.

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I think we’ve all figured out that Drakken is not a real doctor in any sense of the word. I think he did complete a bachelor’s degree but dropped out of a Ph.D. program at M.I.S.T since it is so specialized like post-graduate work. He probably knows everything he needs to, just doesn’t have the accreditations. I think Drakken is the kind of guy who if he wants to learn how to do something, he does and doesn’t stick to one area. He probably has a STEM bachelor’s degree. As for his projects in the lab, in my mind, GJ lets him do whatever he wants, as long as they can use whatever it is. That’s kinda the catch to his and Shego’s new life; they have to work for GJ. I’d say his interest in fields of science varies which is why GJ allows him anything he wants since he is a genius, but robotics is probably his favorite.

 GJ had given Drakken his own lab with all the equipment he could ever dream of (though they were always low on parafilm). His lab had its own building just outside of the city, but still under constant surveillance from GJ and many of his foes like Senor Senior Sr. and Duff Killigan. Drakken and Shego were still shaky on where their allegiance between good and evil laid. Drakken took the chance to work for GJ because of the near unlimited scientific opportunities. Did he want to study alien protozoa from Mars and the next day build a robot? He totally could.  Shego was just there for Drakken. Eventually, they settled on malicious compliance. They did things their own way. Drakken loved putting Dr. Director’s office supplies in agar. Of course, Jell-O would work so much better, but that was all he usually had on hand.

And he had dozens of lab techs, assistants and attendants to do the grunt work, divided up for each scientific field Drakken dabbled in. He really did not like writing things down or pipetting.

Shego was just starting her morning security rounds with checking all the cameras and entrances for suspicious activity. A couple of raccoons were very interested the garbage last night, a young lab tech was hotboxing in his car at three in the morning and Baker from engineering forgot his key card again, but no Montalban-esque old men or kilted golfers. Cousin Eddie did search the garbage around two in the morning and left with an old monitor but Shego was not concerned.

She stood up to check the entrances and exits for tampering and took a few steps. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. Her vision greyed, and the room spun.

“Shego?” A lab attendant named Kristen who worked in genetics, a pipette in hand asked, concerned.

Shego’s eyes rolled back and she began to crumple to the tile floor.

Kristen launched herself out of her seat, catching Shego before she could hit her head. Other lab workers raced to the scene.

“Should we get Dr. Lipsky?”

“Did she hit her head?”

“Should we call 911?”

Shego’s eyes slowly opened and saw several distressed faces of Drakken’s lab lackeys.

“I’m fine. Jesus, have you never seen someone faint before?” She snapped, sitting up, pulling herself away from Kristen with a glare. She didn’t even let Drakken get that close to her at times.

“Shego, maybe you should get checked out.”

“I’m fine. I’ve just been sick lately. It’s just dehydration or something.” She replied, standing up on shaky legs. “Now get back to work! You’re not paid to stand around!” She exclaimed.

The group broke off, splintering into their workstations, muttering to themselves.

“I bet she’s pregnant. She’s puked nearly every day since last week.” An attendant whispered to a tech as they walked off.

Normally, Shego would have had their hide for such gossip, but the idea shook Shego to her core because it could true. She was sick, her period was late, she was constantly tired.

“Fuck.” She said to herself.

She was not ready for this. It was happening too fast! She never wanted kids until she met Drakken, but her mother’s instinct wasn’t particularly strong regardless. Having Athena around gave her taste of motherhood and she wasn’t happy. It bothered her more than she cared to admit that Athena had been ‘adopted’ by the Possibles.

Shego didn’t feel comfortable in her skin anymore like she was wearing the wrong size shirt. She felt like she had the word PREGNANT written in giant red letters on her forehead and I FUCKED MY BOSS taped on her back. Yeah, she had a beautiful diamond ring on her finger, but he was still her boss. For a freaking doofus, he was good in bed.

What was she going to wear? They certainly don’t make super suits in maternity sizes. She hated to admit it, but she was protective of Drew. Partially because she loved him, partially because it was her job. She didn’t trust anyone else to do her job as well as she could. It wasn’t just that she wanted to protect him from outside forces, no, it was from himself too. Last time she left him to his own devices, he nearly blew himself up and was borderline diabetic from eating crap on the go. Could either of them be at least be okay parents?

Shego couldn’t stand the uncertainty, she had to know for sure. She wasn’t doing this alone either. No, she was bringing that blue idiot who did this to her along for the ride.

She burst through the doors of Drakken’s office like a force of nature, startling him.

“Ever hear of knocking!?” Drakken exclaimed, holding his chest in fright. “I could have had a heart attack! What do you want? I’m waiting for The Dyad Institute to call me back!”

“I think I’m pregnant,” Shego said, her voice somewhere between panic and rage.

Drakken accidentally snapped a pen in half, blue ink rupturing all over his bare hand and desk. “Are you serious?”

Shego shrugged, not sure how to answer. She was serious that she thought she was pregnant.

Drakken stood and bounded towards his wife. He laughed as he spun her around.

“This is incredible!” He exclaimed, happily, cupping her cheek, smearing a bit of ink on pale skin.

“Really? Because I’m petrified!” Shego barked.

The doctor’s eyes narrowed, “Why are you even surprised? It’s not like we’re a celibate couple! We consciously decided to stop trying to not get pregnant.”

“Coming from the guy who doesn’t have another being growing inside of you!” She yelled, punching him in the stomach.

Drakken oofed and hunched over in pain.

“And I didn’t think it happen so quickly!” Shego added.

“Well, go take a test.” Drakken replied, slowly straightening up, his voice still strained, “I can handle things around here until you get back.”

“No!” Shego hollered, “I don’t want people to know!” A big pregnant belly did not work with her image.

“Then I can do a blood test.”

“A blood test!? You!?” Shego hollered, “You’re not a medical doctor,” She spat. “I don’t even think you’re a doctor in general!”

“It’s the most discreet way, Steph…, just you and me.”

“Fine. Where do you want me?”

“Stay here. I’ll get everything.”

Drakken hurried around the lab grabbing the necessary instruments, trying to look inconspicuous for Shego’s sake.

“Anybody know where all the paper clips went?” He asked as he hid a sterile packed butterfly syringe in the pocket of his lab coat.

The scientists shook their heads slowly. The ones who did not see Shego’s episode wondered why their head of lab was looking for office supplies in medical storage. The rest had an idea of what was happening and Drakken’s more than usual unusual behavior only made it more noticeable. Meanwhile, Shego shut the blinds on all interior and exterior facing windows of Drakken’s office.

“Took you long enough!” Shego scowled. In reality, he had only been away for at most three minutes.

“Go sit down,” Drakken instructed pointing to two leather chairs in front of his desk.

Shego sat and he took the empty one next to her, laying out his sterile field.

Her bodysuit was nearly skin tight and did not allow her to roll up her sleeves. Instead, she had to unzip it enough to pull her arms out. The leather material pooled uselessly around her waist as she sat there with the black tank top she wore underneath exposed.

Drakken busied about getting the equipment he needed. He tied a rubber tourniquet just above the crook of her arm and prepared the sterile butterfly syringe.

“How do you know how to draw blood?” Shego asked as he cleaned her arm with an alcohol wipe.

“I figured it out when I was working on the Vascular Visibility Project.” He replied, more focused on her veins as he rubbed her arm, trying to coax one into view. He found a plump vein and was able to draw enough blood for testing.

“How long will it take?” Shego asked as she held a cotton ball to arm.

“Not long,” Drakken replied as he set up the necessary equipment on his desk to read the results, cables going back and forth from the equipment to his computer.

Her hormone levels appeared on the screen. There it was, elevated human chorionic gonadotropin levels. She was pregnant. Drakken had to compose himself for a moment as tears of joy stung his eyes. He never thought he’d be a father and once he met Shego, he wanted to be. He wanted someone to pass his knowledge down to. God, he missed Athena.

“Well?” Shego said, craning her neck to see the monitor.

“We better start picking out names.” The doctor grinned.

“No, no. Oh no, no, no. Run it again, you must have screwed up somewhere.”

Drakken ran to his wife’s side “Stephanie, you need to calm down.” He urged, holding her hands in his own.

Shego started to shake, tears falling from her eyes. “Drew, I’m radioactive, from the comet. Who knows if this kid will be okay?”

Drakken’s thick brow furrowed in confusion, “What? No, you’re not. Who told you that? I’ve tested your DNA…. There weren’t any mutations or deletions.”

“You tested me?!” Shego screeched, feeling violated and ripped her hands away from his.

“Yeah…. I wasn’t going to hire you if you were radioactive. You’d be a liability to me.” He replied as a matter-of-factly. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not a good person, Drew! I’m mean, I’m selfish…”

“But we had Athena…” Drakken interjected before she could put herself down too much.

“Athena was a robot! With preprogrammed memories that we just turned on one day and if my mind serves me, we were pretty crappy to her!” Shego was now sobbing.

“But you’re also brave and loyal. If anyone waited until they were perfect to have kids, humanity would have gone extinct eons ago.” Drakken took some tissue from a desk drawer. He gently moved Shego’s hair out of the way and dabbed her tears, “We’ll take this one day, one step at a time together, just like everything else we’ve done together. And if anyone says anything, I just use them as a science experiment,” Drakken said, a maniacal glint in his eyes which Shego loved.

“Promise?” Shego asked, feeling only an iota better about the situation.

“Promise. We’ll get through this together and our family will thrive!  We’ve conquered so much worse together.” Undeniable love shined in his eyes.

Shego managed a small smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad; not great but not terrible either.

[delusion-of-negation]

1 Minors with DNI are a fucking riot, because they're the ones who always go into blogs explicitly telling them to fuck off. And when you ban them from your page, they have a massive tantrum because they feel entitled to look at all that nasty adult shit, but they'll also throw a tantrum because they themselves went out to look for it. Minors have been the largest demographic to go into my DM's and complain about things, where I explicitly made it clear it's 18+. One time one of these oversized

2 tried to do a NSFW sexually explicit RPG with one of my OC's, and then flipped when I told them to take a hike. I'm not even an RPG blog. Only thing more annoying is when a minor joins an adult only Discord, lying about their age, and then throwing a public tantrum in #general about how the adults are being NSFW-nasty, and complaining that this explicitly 18+ server doesn't cater to 15 yo old snot nosed brats, calling everyone names, and then harassing people in the DM's after being kicked.

not to tone police, but calling 15 year-olds "snot-nosed brats" does not sit right with me - it feels like you're buying their narrative, but you're casting them in the villain role instead of the hero role, and in doing so missing the bigger picture. both they (the people who pull this crap, not 15 year-olds in general) and you paint 15 as uwu literal tiny babies who cannot even hear the word sex - I have worked as a volunteer for an lgbt+ youth group back when lgbt+ sex-ed and lgbt+ help for teens was basically non-existent in my country (or at least this area of it), and I have friends who are young, and I was a kid myself once, and I have read shit, and so on and so forth, and I think that framing is actively dangerous. teenagers are not babies, and a huge source of the problems they face in life are from being too controlled, too isolated, and not given access to resources and information. teen pregnancy is treated as some kind of epidemic of bad parenting leading to teens "acting out" and not being celibate, when in reality it's an epidemic of lacking sex-ed and forcing them into secretive behaviour, which leads to unsafe sex, which leads to more likelihood of pregnancy. when you buy into bad framings I think you miss the reasons they act the way they do, and the real rebuttal to their claims - instead of being like "you're not a baby, you're a teenager, act like it, take responsibility, and stop expecting strangers to parent you" a lot of people's response is "ew baby, get away from me! you're so icky! I hate you!" and that's unhelpful.

teenagers coming to your blog (as I mentioned in both of those two posts above) and hounding you, despite their own dni being very explicit in saying they allegedly don't want to talk to you, seems to me like them obviously trying to bait you and cause trouble - like if they come to my posts and then add those shitty tags, it's them thinking they're vagueing me and making me feel bad for what I like or support (when it's not somebody who somehow genuinely was totally oblivious), when in reality it's just frustrating and really childish to have somebody show up, be bitchy, then immediately block you. same with nsfw rp requests, then "throwing a hissy fit" about it, and coming into adult servers to complain - they're being, for lack of a better term, drama llama attention whores. that's it. when they lie about their age and try to do it in secret, and all that shit, it's also a problem, obviously - they're far above old enough to know better than to lie and manipulate people. but when they do all this bait so brazenly and openly, that's them trying to cause trouble and annoyance, trying to play the victim in a scenario that they engineered. I think people forget that 15 year-olds are wholeass people, they can manipulate, they can intentionally harm, they can abuse, they can even rape (despite some people I've seen claiming that it's impossible), and they have personalities and reasonings behind their behaviour, ultimately they're not uwu precious babies or "snot-nosed brats" having a mindless temper tantrum, there's more to them. what they're doing is intentional attention-seeking behaviour and attempting to engineer scenarios where they either annoy people or, worse, trick people into doing some dodgy shit.

I don't say minors can't interact with my blog - I claim absolutely no responsibility for my followers, who interacts with my posts, etc. I do not monitor that sort of thing. my blog is not a safe space, it's not ideally for minors, but I can't monitor that effectively or reliably, and claiming that I do will only leave me liable when, inevitably, I can't spot every single one and something slips through. minors can interact here, I can't stop them, just don't be an ass. but tbh I just don't think this behaviour is what most people think it is, I think it's them wanting internet drama to fucking entertain themselves. the alleged "moral" reasoning behind it, or them being "dumb kids", is really not a large part of the actual motive behind each scenario.

edit: I meant to link this thread of the above post, not the other one