We're the Guild of the Broken, a mixed origin plural that goes by Riv. I'm an adult little femboy who happens to write and draw, mostly for fun. I do work on serious projects (like books), but I haven't debuted yet. Similarly, I'm a kink artist that draws bondage and ageplay on DeviantArt. I do enjoy dead dove and shotacon as well, but I will not post about it openly.
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It's pretty clear what my stances are, but I want to say that I'm anti-censorship, and pro-endo. I honestly don't care about shipscourse anymore, since I have been feeling alone in all of these communities. I also am pro-endo because, ironically, I found evidence that supported their existence while looking for evidence against it. LOL, I guess??
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Also, I highly recommend you to be aware that I draw bondage and often post it here at times. I don't want minors to interact or follow. I am by no means okay with minors interacting with my adult-oriented media. Block the #nsft art tag in my blog if you still wish to see my posts, but preferably do not interact if you're a minor.
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As for fandoms, I am in the following:
Fire Emblem Awakwning
Fire Emblem Fates
Super Mario
King of Fighters
Dramatica Murder
Slow Damage
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As a fun fact, I'm a Yukimura, Stahl and Henry yume, but I'm apathetic to doubles. I don't think there are any teehee. Ooh! And we recently found out we’re an adult kiddo! We’re all able of doing important tasks and other responsibilities but we’re also all small and little and cute! If you don’t like it, feel free to block（╹◡╹）! We’re living our life in a safe way, and even if it can get unconventional, it helps us a LOT! If you wanna interact with us but not see those posts, block the #dualcom!!
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DNI IF...
You are anti-endo
You are antikink/antific
You're against ageplay or anything of that matter.
That being said, thanks for stopping by!
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Bonus! Here are my side blogs!
@machiavellian-bitch - my autism side blog, mostly aimed to talk about low empathy autism and violent meltdowns. Also the blog where I coined Machiavellian Autism.
@sword-and-cups - my spiritual/christopagan side blog. I do “Pick a Picture” fortune telling and probably emoji spells.
You know, it’s kinda funny that neocities is a better alternative to post my art in… idk why, but the fact that I have posted both OG art fanart before there and the fact that i have circa 3000 views (idc about followers cuz neocities is unique since you can simply bookmark the site) but here, on my art main, i nearly got two likes on my last art references.
Deviantart is a nsfw account, so i personally don’t count it. Instagram is dead and yt is mostly tiktok but better for me
IT'S CALLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMPASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT EMPATHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WORD YOU ARE LOOKING FOR IS COMPASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Imagine your F/O teaching you how to touch yourself.
You approach them, all hot and bothered and red in the face, shifting uncomfortably with a noticeable, seemingly subconscious press of your thighs against each other. They see the way your hips press forward against nothing, grinding against the open air, and they can tell almost immediately what the problem is: you're aroused. And you don't know how to deal with it.
They'd lay you down slowly, probably making a crude comment about the loss of your innocence as they take your much smaller hand in their own, and guide it between your legs. They'd show you exactly what to do, twisting and stroking or cupping and circling, showing you exactly how to build yourself up to your peak.
You'd get a little nervous once you feel the heat coiling in your tummy, the rushing urgency that begins building in your parts, but they'd continue to guide you. Soft praises and reassurances would tumble out from their lips as they watched you intently; they're just barely holding themselves back from taking you right then and there, trying their very best to put your education above their desire first and foremost. They need to teach you what to do for when they're not around, after all.
You'd finally tumble over the edge, and with a shout of their name you'd come, body shaking with the aftermath of your orgasm, soft whimpers of exhaustion and pleasure escaping you as they guide your hand into working yourself through your orgasm. Once you finally collapse, you let out a deep, heavy sigh, allowing your muscles to untense and the mattress beneath you to damn-near swallow you.
But you're not allowed more than five seconds of rest, as before you can even process what's happening, your F/O has climbed on top of you. What, did you think you'd just get to lay there, being all cute and soft and innocent like that, and not expect them to get turned on in return? That's unfortunate, because they have quite the amount of pent-up feelings to release.
What’s funny about being goth or punk is that kids generally aren’t scared of you. When I’m all dressed up with the big hair, dark makeup, and spiky clothes, little girls in particular treat me like I’m a disney princess
This post is the major reason why we made this blog; to tell our experience as a ex-radqueer person who survived the space and now is in recovery. I (Augustine) am the major holder of it, so maybe some things may be missing or straight up different from what we collectively remember.
Similarly, 🐀 will be mentioned since they were the one who stood up for us and helped us realize that what we were doing was wrong.
So, the radqueer thing started past November 2025. At the time, we went through multiple breakups and abuse that changed the perspective on everything. I, as an alter, uncovered trauma that we had and didn’t discover and we found out we went through OEA at school, and we didn’t have any support on our side. We would get banned and kicked from regula4 “proship” servers constantly because we were heavily unstable, and it got to the point where I and another alter Belle (who went as Phel at the time) actively self-harmed.
At that time, thanks to radqueers in 2023-2024 and some misled proshippers, we thought we had paraphilia we do not even have. Horrible, harmful paraphilia.
At that time, we felt we couldn’t find any space for us to be in. Proship servers that were pro-endo were radqueer, and if they were not radqueer they were completely anti-endo. This lack of space and the stress led us to join those radqueer servers. And that was when it went downhill.
For reference, some servers were okay and 100% anti-contact, but they were also majorly in favor of transharmed/harmful IDs: trans-nazi, trans-RAMCOA, trans-race, and so on. On the other, horrible end of the spectrum, there was a complete mess of “dating servers” that allowed predators to prey on children (13-17) and even spaces talking about wanting to abuse animals sexually.
I also became mutuals with someone we will call Bee (to protect their identity since they’re a minor, and very much groomed into this mindset). Bee is a pioneer and promotor of post-radqueer ideology; one that is wholeheartedly xenosatanist and in favor of abuse. Not even “consented” abuse. Their content, as well other people, pushed us to seek for these abusers. We were 22, we are currently 23.
We even made blogs to defend radqueers, but we always attempted to maintain ourselves as anti-contact. We looked to be abused, hurt and used, but we always knew where we stood up. We did use transIDs (transabused and transage, mostly), but we always attempted to look up for other adults.
No harassment campaigns happened, but we did get five or six people telling us that we were wrong, and animals could consent. That if a minor consented, anything could happen. It broke us, and it got beyond the point where, in one of those “dating servers” we got bullied for asking for an adult to abuse us. We screamed, cried, begged them to stop in the server, but they didn’t. They kept on, ruining us and our self-esteem in the process. All because I was the one who wanted to be the kid, the abused one, the harmed one.
This was the moment when 🐀 bluntly but calmly explained that we were, in fact, not a paraphile. Other people reached out to me, namely a lolicon friend (whom I ended up on bad terms for crossing my boundaries) and other people. I realized that I was never meant for this space, that these people lured me in using our weaknesses and taboo kinks. That the only reason why we used transabused and transage was because we didn’t acknowledge that we were abused and simply wanted to replicate our trauma in a way that hurt us: being infantilized and used as a doll.
The next period of time, we attempted to change. To become a better person and grow. But we still felt that we had made no moves forward. And it wasn’t until a literal predator hunter talked to me that I heard (outside of my close circle of people online) that I got better. That we are good people moving in the right direction.
With this event, we decided to create this blog. We then understood that maybe there are other people like us— people who believe they are the problem, that the proship community has failed them, or even that they are still radqueers at heart despite doing everything humanly possible to change. This is the space for you. This is the sanctuary for you, me and anyone who escaped.
I often get told by a few alters that the word cult is too strong. But despite that, we definitely can confirm and say…
Radqueers are nothing but a commune of people who prey on the vulnerable. Who hurt you and then rebuild you with cheap materials so you stay whenever you need repairs.
You can leave them. You can move on. You can be yourself without needing to use transIDs. You can be yourself with your kinks and taste in fiction. You and your system can be yourselves without ever needing trauma.
