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[persisting]

hi, i’m your local laid off discord employee, here to talk about exactly how safe it may or may not be to talk about Political Activism on discord. my credentials here are that i was a senior member of discord’s trust & safety team, which is the team that handles bans, legal investigations, and legal compliance. (my speciality was in child safety, anti-grooming, and taking down CSAM, but i also worked occasionally in low level terrorism issues and assisted that team in investigations.) i also know most of the people still working there in these capacities.

the tldr and most important thing to know is: i do not recommend you plan, discuss plans, or use any kind of hyperbolic (or not) language about violence to government officials or anyone in that vicinity on discord. please use signal instead.

a discord trust & safety employee is technically able to see any message you’ve sent under your account, going all the way back to the beginning of your account. unless you have manually deleted a message, it is viewable to a tns employee. now: it is a tremendous part of being on a tns team that we did NOT invade user privacy without cause. cause was usually: another user reported something you said, and we thought the reported message indicated you might be doing something elsewhere that was illegal (for example: a user says “i’m talking to this girl but she’s in high school lol.” i would then try to find evidence as to whether or not there was a child safety issue there. in this example, we’d require clear admission of age from both the user and the alleged high school girl, and then clear evidence of sexual talk between them, and go from there.) finding evidence required looking though all of that user’s messages.

most of the tns team, as i know them, are pretty resolute about not going further in looking than would be needed for action. most of the tns team that i still speak to is very much on the side of blue. your general conversations are probably perfectly safe, and we were very good at figuring out quickly if someone has reported you maliciously. i don’t believe you need to worry too much about your porn and fanfic and all that.

HOWEVER: reported content must be investigated, and discord can, and has been, legally subpoenaed to turn over user information. again, this has nominally been in Very Evil cases (CSAM and grooming, school shooting threats, murder admissions, etc.) but that could change, either at the federal level, or at the discord policy level. discord, like any social media company, could easily be pressured or forced into taking on different internal policies that could get you in serious trouble if you are organizing violent or “illegal” resistance. if that happens, there is a scenario where this incoming administration is given access to your messages.

again: please do not organize your political or social resistance on discord from now on. please use signal to ensure your maximum safety. do not panic if you have already talks about things on discord: you can easily delete your messages, and that WILL remove from an employee’s view. do that and use signal from now on.

stay safe. i love you. 💕

[hellothisisangle]

A super easy Astarion scar tutorial

I use this method even if I want to slap them on quick or as a base for more detail to add further highlight/contrast

Searching for “Astarion transparent png” should get you an image you can work with

[synf3ll-moved]

take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

[halibellecter]

When my aunt died of covid, we had to clean out a lot of stuff that she was saving. Foods she was going to try, she was a great chef, spices she'd never opened or only used sparingly, lotions and bath things she hadn't used. After she died I started making a point of using things up: the good vanilla that has to be imported, that we finally found more of, we'd used barely an ounce before she passed away. Even though we love it. I just got my family new bottles of it for Christmas because we used one up. We enjoyed that happiness. Sometimes I still get the impulse to wait for something special, or awful, to save nice things for celebration or comfort. The phrase that always echoes in my mind is "use the good vanilla". And I have been (burning the candles, squirting the body wash, dissolving the bath bombs, putting the saffron in things). And it's been great. Use the good vanilla.

[silviarte]

Some Elucien to cheer up our Monday \0/

[suziesamico]

Local monster hunter hides a merman in her bathtub 

[celestialkiri]

I just want a romance story where an orc with a THICK accent falls madly in love with a sweet young woman in a wheelchair and he wants her to be his mate! PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU- 

[patchespaints]

He led me the few steps onto the dais—to the throne. He sat, smiling faintly at his monstrous court. He owned every inch of the throne. These people. And with a tug on my waist, he perched me on his lap.

[miorccia]

Orctober: Glissy & Korwek

m!Orc x f!Human character (explicit)

In a backwater town run by mercenary gangs, a local tavern worker finds herself in the affection of a rival Orc gang’s leader (5.5k words).

content warning: mentions of prior dubcon, groping, violence, and swearing.

(Fluffy ending and consensual smut.)

Everyone touched Glissy Maverick, whether or not she wanted it.

It was a fact of life she came to accept. She knew she shouldn’t have, but with the life fate dealt her, she needed to move along and not dwell on the cold imprints of other’s touch on her body. A tavern “wench” was not what her helpless family would have wanted for her life, but plague within tight quarters of a city left her alone and without a soul to judge her.

Pebelton was a backwater town caught between a major city and the bordering mountains of the wildlands. It was at the mercy of who had the strongest arm and the most brutes backing them. Gold was precious but favors even moreso.

Glissy had little of each.

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[momolady]

Elf Boyfriend: Merlinor

Tempermental, aloof, and dramatic, this elf wizard was not intending to summon anything less than the best, instead, he gets a human.

Female Reader x Male Monster

Due to my high levels of anxiety, I have come to enjoy a certain amount of order in my life. I don’t like a lot of things, but when I do I cling to them dearly. There was my cat Cocoa, who I lost a few years ago - I loved her. There are my books. There are the small things I can comfortably take for granted in my everyday routine. Anxiety makes me want to be prepared for most things; if I feel I have a grasp on them, then perhaps I can go about my day without worry. I know that clinging to this isn’t the greatest coping mechanism in the world, and I should ready myself for anything. Only thing is, there are just some things that one cannot prepare for.

I don’t exactly recall what happened, or if it even really happened at all. In my mind it was an instant thing, a sort of Alice in Wonderland trip. I didn’t see clocks, just spinning  symbols that turned into light and streaked before me like a meteor shower. Then I fell so fast and for so long, I think I must have lost consciousness.

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[teratophelia]

Incubus + Florist.

The smell of flowers helped.

Roses reminded him of budding romance, candle lit dinners and intimate glances. Daisies of innocence, of picnicking and grass stained knees. Orchids of gentle Sunday morning, old, settled love and comfort.

It took his mind of what he was programmed to want, swapped out lust for something gentler and kinder.

He loved the smiles of people as ge presented them with bouquets he lovingly put together. The reasons people got flowers and their need to overshare that reason.

It gave him a sense of purpose. One that didn’t rely on people paying him for a night together, like they did with his brother.

He didn’t judge his sibling, though. He just made the best out an unfortunate situation.

But not him.

No.

He found his happiness among colourful flowers and people sharing a small part of their story.

[monstersandmaw]

I would die for a 100,000 word story about this incubus florist. Just saying…

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

that Diana Wynne Jones interview where she’s like “I don’t understand why so many girls are into Howl, it must be because they want the challenge of fixing him” is so optimistic, like DWJ’s out here hoping I at least want to make him a more functional person as if “rogue academic turned melodramatic fashion disaster whose social skills Do Not live up to his own hype” is not a perfectly valid thing to be attracted to 

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

@corvidscorpse said: People who aren’t morosexual just don’t understand those of us who WANT a complete dumbass

DWJ, a reasonable woman: behold this undesirable man. look at him, he dresses weird and he keeps emotional support spiders and doesn’t even question people moving into his house without asking and he has to reverse psychology himself into doing anything he’s actually supposed to do. 

every morosexual in a 100 mile radius: oh fuck yeah babey

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

god this isn’t even touching on the fact that Howl is??? apparently??? an ordinary-ass Welshman who was studying spells (????) at the doctoral level and then (somehow???) found a doorway into Actual Magic and promptly moved there to set up shop as a wizard with like five different names and two outfits but still goes home sometimes because he loves his niece and likes to hang out with the rugby lads (still working on processing Howl being a jock but?? okay), because PRESUMABLY all of this is supposed to further illustrate that Howl is an absolutely ridiculous sort of person but all I see is a man who made the exact decision I would make in a millisecond if given the opportunity 

[wind-to-your-sails]

Howl Jenkins is what happens when the overpowered ‘thrust into a fantasy world’ man… is not the main character.

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

Howl Jenkins is what happens when an a normal man gets thrust into a fantasy setting and is mostly excited to dick around and learn some magic to turn his hair different colors, only to realize to his dismay that being a powerful wizard means that people are going to ask you to actually do shit for them

[writing-prompt-s]

When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.

You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.

[thestuffedalligator]

Olive skin, black hair, skinny, dirty face with pale lines where tears had sliced through the ash and dust. A white chiton dress and a threadbare shawl draped over her shoulders.

A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.

The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but… “Er - I’m sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?”

The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. “Sorry?” the general asked.

“Ares is the god of slaughter,” the child god said in a slightly louder voice. “Not war.”

The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. “Well,” the general said, “then maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?”

“Tactics,” the child god repeated. “Not war.”

There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. “My name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-”

She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. “I was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-”

Another sob. “I was fourteen,” she said.

The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes he’d seen a thousand times in battle -

“I am the true spirit of war, general,” the child god said. “I am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.”

The terrible wings opened up. The child god loomed over the fallen man, twenty, thirty feet tall. Somewhere, the priest was screaming. “How dare you call upon my name.”

[monsterkinkmeme]

You’ve been chatting with someone online for nearly a year, and it’s finally time to meet in person. They’ve told you bits and pieces about their life, and you’ve suspected for a while that they’re not human. 

What you didn’t suspect, however, was what they actually are. Or how attractive you’d find them now that you see them. 

[delllonggone]

[I haven’t written in months but here we go!] Merman x Reader Rating: G (Orange? Whatever the cleanest fluff of fluff is)

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[lsunnyc-deactivated20191124]

can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context?

You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.

You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.

You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.

You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?

Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog? 

Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.

Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.

But man.

That stuff is scary.

[somethingdnd]

shit just got creepy

[celynbrum]

Or maybe magical healing doesn’t leave scars or damage. It is magical, after all.

So after years of fighting, your skin is still perfect. Unmarred. In fact, you’re actually in better shape than regular people who don’t get magical healing when they fall out of trees or walk into doors or cut themselves while cooking dinner. You’re in such good shape that it’s unnatural.

And the really good healing magic takes away more than just the obvious injuries. You first start noticing it after about ten years when you go home and haha, you look the same age as your younger sibling, that’s funny.

Not so funny ten years later when they look older. Or forty years later, when you bury them still looking like you did at twenty. When do you retire from this gig anyway? How much damage is too much damage?

How many times do you glimpse the afterlife, or worse, how many times don’t you? What do you live through, get used to, show no outward sign of except a perfectly healthy body, too perfect for any person living a real life.

How many times are you sitting in a tavern with your friends and you hear the whispers, because the people around you know. How can they not know? Your weapons shine with enchantments and your armour is better than the best money can buy and there is not a damn scar on you. You hardly seem human to them.

How long before you hardly seem human to yourself?

And you find yourself struggling to remember the places where the scars should have been, phantom pains that wake you screaming, touching all the old injuries and finding nothing there. It’s all in your head. Was it ever anywhere else?

How long before you’re fighting a lich or a vampire or some other undead monster and you wonder…

…what makes me so different?

[ilustrariane]

i made a pretty Drider <3 half humanoid/half spider. Even tough they look rough, they are very kind monsters <strike>in my headcanon, and i like drawing monsters cause beauty and the beast, just let me be happy

i’m sorry if you are afraid of spiders…just keep scrolling, please, i just like drawing monsters and villains/antagonists lol

mixed media

[vassalisk]

A snakey boi for your snakey needs.

Modeled after a piebald ball python! Art © me No stealies.

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『シェイプ・オブ・ウォーター』（The Shape of Water）

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