hell if I know, Young Adult, I post unfiltered, occasionally horny, garbage. I guess this is a cooking blog now? She/Fae/They, Disabled, generally going insane at all times. #my art tag for art
So I had a crazy dream/nightmare last night that inspired me to start a Digital Circus fanfic series!
Here's the Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88115756/chapters/233608811
And also just the plaintext cause the first chapter's not too long fair warning that it's sad, on purpose, and is probably only going to get sadder as I keep writing.
Chapter 1: Conjuration and Contemplation
It’s been quiet, ever since Kinger deleted Caine. We’ve all been doing our best to keep our spirits up, but you can only get so far telling stories and practicing conjuring. For as much as we detested the never-ending conveyor belt of adventures set out for us, they were definitely effective at preventing boredom. Now all we have is ourselves.
I prepare for the day, at least in so far as time has any meaning, and head out to the circus stage. Kinger and Gangle beckon me over, looking more excited than usual. “Hey Pomni! Look at this!” says Kinger, as he conjures a cube. What’s more, the cube is a different color on each face. “I’m starting to get a handle on more complicated objects; with some time, we could make more functional constructs.” Gangle applauds Kinger’s achievement as he creates a handful of simple solids which colorfully rotate about; it reminds me of a Windows XP screensaver. It might not be much yet, but it’s nice to see Gangle looking hopeful for once.
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Jax butts in “It’s not like he’s made something actually useful like a computer or a gun.” His perfect timing in assholery has really been getting on my nerves lately. “I don’t see you making anything!” I playfully retort, “and how is a gun useful right now anyway?” “So we can have a shooting gallery, duh~” Jax fires back, pointing a finger gun directly at Gangle. Jax slinks away, but out of the corner of my eye, I see him fidgeting with well, something… maybe he’s not entirely defeatist today.
While I’m about, I make sure to check in on Ragatha and Zooble as well, as has become a ritual for me in lieu of almost anything else to do. I catch Zooble at the cafe, having a coffee that smells a touch like lavender. “Oh hey Pom…” they sigh between sips, “How are uh, things?” I let them in on Kinger’s conjuring, which sparks their eyes just a touch. “That’s nice, maybe we’ll be able to make a stronger drink than this same old coffee.” At this point, everyone’s tried all the drinks three times over, but Zooble’s been here the most by far.
Ragatha was harder to pin down today; usually she’s impossible to miss, but I haven’t seen her at all. “Hey, are you awake?” I say while knocking on her door. “Yeah… come on in.” She groans back. Laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling, Rags confides in me: “I don’t know why, but lately I’ve felt so empty. The boredom is manageable enough with everyone else but I just…” she trails off. I’ll admit I’ve felt it too: a lack of… humanity, I suppose? I get on the bed and put my arm over Ragatha. For now, all we can do is cry together.
hey i'm sorry i called you knotpocket the first time we met. if i had known how many litters you'd carry for me i would have called you puppymill instead
'spicebreaking', as i'd like to call it, is a real and severely underrated kink and i am going to pioneer it. we need to start forcefeeding these poor poor ignorant girls the hottest spiciest foods we can find on the menus of every kind of restaurant we can find until theyre sobbing and weak and their eyes are flush red and they're grabbing onto you for any comfort and begging for you to get them water or milk or anything (and theyre completely unable to fight back) for hours after . and then keep doing that on a regular basis until they can start to take it.
There are layers to this. Earlier in the episode, Xena discovers her secret while they're sharing a locker room. A woman she has got naked with turned out to be trans. It's the exact scenario terfs are always fear-mongering about, but Xena just shrugs it off.
Also, the kiss was a big deal not just because it was gay but because the trans actress was HIV positive. They wanted to show the world that you can't contract HIV just from kissing someone. Bear in mind, the AIDS crisis was still fresh on people's minds in the 90s.
theres a cartoon porn artist of gender on bsky several artists i follow happen to follow and their art is like, fine, but every time i see them on my tl i get irritated because their little screenname is like “THE MOUTH IS A SEX ORGAN” like thats some grand mindblowing queer trueism. lesboys under 30 always think they invented licking gooch and throating hog! youre gonna have to pick a nicher orifice than that if youre lookin for any prizes round these parts!
Hi, Catholic here—the only part of the holy trinity with a human body is the Son (Jesus) so yes, but also God the Father doesn’t have a human body so no, but the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are all the same being as well so yes, but all humans including women are created in the image of God so hypothetically He has everything else too. Hope this helps.
when people treat trans women's breasts as if they aren't real breasts and when they treat our vaginas as if they aren't real vaginas they are contributing to the idea that when we are raped it isn't really rape
they relentlessly speak of our bodies as fake and then we are treated as inhuman sex dolls who don't suffer, unlike real human women. these are not two disconnected phenomena
galaxy brain terfs have found this one and they're acting like I'M the one who invented the idea that rape is only rape if it's against a cis woman. I don't know how to tell you this my friends but this is one of your favorite talking points 😭