[ID: a digital comic based on the owl house, featuring Hunter and Willow. The comic is a redraw of the "alphabet confession" meme comic. In the first panel, Hunter stands nervously in front of Willow, saying "I..". The next panel is a closeup of Hunter as he continues, saying "I...I" with an intense expression. In the third panel Hunter stops and looks suprised as Willow (partly off screen) continues, saying "J, K, L, M, N, O, P...". The next panel is a closeup of Willow, somewhat bashful, continuing listing the alphabet, now on "Q, R, S, T, U, V...". The penultimate panel is a closeup of Hunter as he finishes off the alphabet for her, saying "W, X, Y, and Z". He looks equally bashful. The final panel shows Hunter and Willow holding each other and seemingly spinning in mid air as flower petals circle around them. The comic is in black and white with the gutters between panels being light pink, and Hunter and Willow are both in their post-thanks to them designs. End ID]
HAPPY 1 WEEK TIL FOR THE FUTURE! Here's a silly comic idea that would not leave my head <3 they are so fucking stupid
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OKAY... Okay... I finally finished reading through the Castle Ravenloft chapter... and honestly I don't think I need to change too many things to make it PG-13 for my players!
I have to reskin the rats and spiders, adjust the tub ghost, make Pidlwick II a robotic stand-up comedian instead of a scary doll clown, but otherwise Strahd's house is pretty funny already! it's got haunted house traps! it's got the cake room! honestly I don't know why everyone was so worried, this isn't that bad!
hey what about the basement
The what?
the basement. with the uh, the torture... and all the crypts... and Cyrus—
WOW HUH weird my book says all the entrances to the basement are closed! Every single door. See? It says right here. "Every single door to the basement is closed and players probably won't want to go down there anyway". WELL GEE, GUESS WE'LL JUST SKIP THAT PART, OH WELL!!
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Listen. I know we like to clown on those vanilla ass mother fuckers with a blog header saying some shit like "Welcome to my twisted fantasy..." and then it's nothing but the most fucking boring ass gifs of a straight couple having sex in the missionary position, with a black and white filter over it. And like, yeah. I get it. To us, these are some boring ass motherfuckers. But to me they inhabit a very important place in what is more or less the 'taboo pipeline'.
Taboo is like... this pit in your stomach. A feeling of disgust. You have seen something repulsive and vile and it has made you want to get away from it. And that makes it very easy for you to get swept up in hatred for the thing that invoked those emotions. That's why it's important to push those feelings aside so you can't be manipulated through them. And for that, desensitization is a FANTASTIC tool to use to change yourself. Not everyone who goes through it follows the exact same progression, but it is still interesting to see how people's relationship to kink and taboo changes overtime.
For many people it starts with stuff that, to basically everyone online, is considered unbelievably vanilla, but to these people it does give that feeling. That pit in their stomach. That feeling of disgust. But they still TRY it and that's to be admired. Stuff like having a praise kink. Dirty talk. If you are feeling REALLY risqué then MAYBE even a spanking or two! And let's not forget, the dirtiest most fucked up kink of all: BREEDING. God, can you imagine? Having sex with the intention of having a child? Gross.
And as these people participate in this stuff that pit in their stomachs starts to go away. They grow more comfortable in that space. This does not, by any means, mean that they are now people capable of being normal about other people's kinks. Quite the opposite. They see other people being into feet or armpits or stinky girls or piss, and they react with disgust as that pit in their stomach comes back. They have forgotten what that feeling of first getting into something was like.
Some of them, though, will manage to push through that. They will go "I mean, that's just... normal stuff about a person's body... it's not THAT weird?" This is usually made easier if they know people with those kinks. Slowly realizing that "Oh. These are just people with their own interests, like I have my own" a few of them might even try it out. See what the big deal is. They still get that pit in their stomach, that feeling of disgust, but that isn't enough to deter them. They might even find in the end they actually like some of those things!
Then they see other kinks. Rapeplay, somno, hypno. Things pushing the boundaries of consent. Of what your own desires mean and what it means to put those on others. Again, the pit in their stomach comes back. They feel that disgust. Consent is a REAL issue! It has REAL impacts in the world! ACTUAL people outside of kink spaces are having their lives ruined over this stuff! At this point that pit in their stomach drives them in one of two directions.
They could become the kind of person who writes callout posts about the gross perverts online who don't take these very real and dire issues seriously enough! These kinda people suck and are miserable to be around. Cut them out of your life quickly. A feeling which is certainly mutual.
The rest will typically be around this point where recognize that pit in their stomach and that disgust, for what it is. It's something that should be chased, something that shows you new and wonderful things you would have never considered before. And chasing that feeling is starting to be it's own kink. Corruption. Feeling yourself getting "worse". You know people are going to shun you as you do, but who CARES what they think? You know the people into this stuff aren't actually dangerous. They are just people. Whatever. Give it a try.
Bloodletting, torture, branding, even snuff. It's disgusting. That pit in your stomach is eating you alive now. You love it. It's an awful feeling and you want more of it. It's starting to seep into your real life in ways you never imagined. You get sick, and don't even feel as miserable as you usually do because you just smile about how easily someone could take advantage of you in this state. You cut yourself while cooking, something that would normally ruin your whole night before, and your first thought is "I should take a picture. I know some people who would be excited to see that." Your snuff kink normalizes the thought of death. It's no longer a desperate way out of this life you consider every night. It's something wonderful that you can only engage in once, and you want to save that experience for someone very special to you, and you need to live to do that. The 'worse' you get, the easier it is to find happiness in things that used to make you miserable.
By this point, you don't even bother trying to look at pictures or videos of real people. If something can be done safely enough in the real world to post online, it's not going to do much for you. People mention 'The Big Three' in discourse, and you have become so desensitized that you struggle to remember which ones those were. That stuff is all too tame. It becomes harder and harder to be disgusted by anything. To chase that pit in your stomach. You have exhausted everything that used to be a limit.
It's a lot of introspection. Looking inwards like that is... difficult. It's hard to take a look at the kind of person you really are deep down. It's disgusting. Leaves you with a pit in your stomach. ... Yeah. You can work with that. Your only options now are more abstract. Philosophical. Ideological. The idea of betraying not a partner, but yourself. Compromising your own values just for a moment of pleasure. Sacrificing your identity just for a new experience.
You start looking back on how you got here. Who you used to be. That person who used to still be able to get worse. The torture and snuff just feels like a forgone conclusion at this point. Like, can you even get off if it's not ruining someone's life? Yours or your partners. Doesn't really matter which. Sex is a process someone should survive only barely, if at all. And it should absolutely scar you permenantly so you never forget about that encounter, to make it TRULY special.
You look back at those noncon kinks, and again, that's just so basic. Sex should have a purpose, changing and altering someone on a fundamental level. It doesn't matter if they want it. It doesn't even matter if they like it. It's not even to get off, it's basically just a public service at this point. Something bigger then yourself. Stuff that would ruin the lives of everyone you know. Things that would drag the entire world down kicking and screaming into scenarios most would describe as pure horror. As something disgusting. You need to teach them how lucky they are to still feel that. To still get that wonderful pit in their stomach.
You look back further than that. God. You didn't appreciate this stuff RIGHT back then. It was just something to get off with. You didn't properly admire the body and every beautiful inch of it. All its beautiful systems and interconnected parts. How much redundancy it has. You can get rid of oh so much of it, and it will find a way to keep working. It really is a work of art. And yet, at the same time, it's oh so very fragile. A tiny mistep could destroy it forever in ways that can never be fixed. Such a frail and easily lost thing...
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Uh. Yeah, sorry, this post got away from me a bit. Sorry. What were we talking about? Right. Those losers with the extremely vanilla blogs who think they are the pinnacle of kink. Can you imagine actually SLEEPING with one of those dudes? Like... god. You can do so much better. You would have to have no standards to sleep with them. They don't care about their partners' pleasure. They don't know how fragile our bodies are. They don't even understand Risk Aware Consensual Kink. This dude is going to try to choke you, squeeze wrong, and cut off your circulation for just a bit too long, and freak out when you pass out and never wake back up. You are going to inflict lifelong trauma on this dude that he will never recover from. Personally? Whenever I think about actually having sex with one of these dudes and what a mistake it would be, I find the idea disgusting. It leaves a pit in my stomach.
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