#incest mention

[prokopetz]

BRB, starting discourse about how writing fiction in which the necessary preconditions for problematic tropes are present is just as problematic as writing about the tropes themselves. You've got a couple of OCs who are blood relatives? You sick fuck.

[ot3]

just saw someone refer to "incest subtext in ginger snaps" and i think we're stretching the word subtext to near breaking point in that one

[byjove]

trying to make conversation while stoned: what degree of cousin is too much cousin for them to be a romantic interest to you? 4th? 5th? 6th? like, if you took a DNA test and found out your husband was your 4th cousin, would you divorce him? I think it’s okay after 6th cousin, 5th if you really love them, 3rd cousin is definitely too close. 1st and 2nd is incestuous but like, I think everybody has a different boundary after that. I’m just wondering if 6th is too close or if that’s a good cutoff? one set of my grandparents are 4th cousins and one set are 7th cousins so maybe I’m biased? my first cousin started dating our half 3rd cousin and I was like “whoa, that’s majorly fucked up, we have the same great great grandmother” but we’re related to everyone in a tricounty area so it’s really hard to meet people. that’s why I sext with random Australians on the internet.

[mongeese]

people saying like "oh man I really thought Algy and Jack had a gay vibe until I found out they were brothers" is funny to me because like. well. they did very much have a gay vibe. the fact that they are revealed to be brothers does not negate the gay vibe. i think you just need to make peace with the fact that those brothers had gay sex before they knew they were brothers, and they might continue to do so even now that they know they are brothers

[thecorefrisk]

Um, um, uhh- reader who finds themselves stranded in another dimension, still in their gear, in front of Wayne Manor with a younger Bruce who takes one look at how they move, how they look, how their face twists into a glare so familiar and simply assumes that they are his, just from the future—you bear his face, why wouldn’t he assume as such?

And the reader with vengeance boiling loud in their veins accepts the role easily, a plan already beginning to piece itself together in their mind.

But this isn’t the Bruce, the Batman, they know.

And they find themselves way in over their head.

Warning: pseudocest/incest implied/up to interpretation, like you can decide whether or not it’s platonic, sexual tension?? I… guess??, Bruce is just a little touchy, villainous reader, reader is a bit of a brat, the DNA check thing is in the process of being done but the reader’s DNA keeps melting through everything and Bruce is just like ‘yep, that’s mine’, the reader isn’t his child but they do share a lot of DNA with him… if you get what I’m implying…, drugging, reader’s hands are tied behind their back, possessive behaviour, etc.

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce hums softly, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs, feeling at the flesh against his fingers.

You’re all tuckered out after all your kicking and screaming (and maybe a bit of that drug he gave you), hands tied behind your back, body limp but not fully melting into him, the distance between your two bodies just enough for him to see your face, your glare still deep in your features but a little less intense, wavering the slightest bit with the energy dripping out of your bones.

You’re in his office. Sat on his lap like a gift.

And you hate it.

Bruce’s eyes trail over you, over your face.

You look so much like him with those brows of yours carrying that sharp little arch he used to be so self conscious of and the darkness to your stare he could never quite get rid of. He doesn’t know how the other him gave you up. He doesn’t know why anyone ever would.

Bruce leans forward to press your noses together and you reel back like an offended cat. He can’t help the laugh that comes out.

His.

The DNA hasn’t even been able to be checked yet—your blood keeps destroying his equipment—but he already knows you’re his. You couldn’t be anything but.

His baby. His. It didn’t matter if you weren’t his by blood, you were his by right. The other him gave you up. Bruce, he, was the one who found you, who kept you, who chose you.

The other him didn’t get to make any claims. Didn’t get to keep anything he discarded.

But, as angry as he is that another him gave you up, he can’t help but feel a little grateful.

Bruce wouldn’t have you if it weren’t for the other him’s mess-up’s.

You know what they say—one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

[lesbworth]

i feel like the tumblr perverts need to be aware of the forcefem novel written in 1901 by a trans woman patient of magnus hirschfeld, wherein:

a lesbian hypnotises her girly stepson into believing he is a woman

then she hypnotises his father her husband into shooting himself when he tries to stop her

then she proceeds to live as a man and convince her stepson that he is HER WIFE

AND THEN WHEN THE COUPLE WANT KIDS (AS SHE HYPNOTISED HIM TO) SHE HAS HIS CHILD AND CONVINCES HIM THAT HE GAVE BIRTH TO IT

AND DECIDES TO RAISE THE BABY AS A GIRL EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BORN MALE

AND THEN FINALLY ON HER DEATHBED CONFESSES EVERYTHING TO HER WIFE

WHO REFUSES TO BELIEVE ANY OF IT

the author's pen name is luz fraumann (yes she actually named herself "woman-man") and i wish i could tell her she's literally insane for this bestie and also how hard she would do numbers on tumblr dot com

(link to hirschfeld's profile of fraumann and extract from her novel, in german)

[jpgbun]

Thank u, Daddy, for filling my pussy <3

[opalinesoul]

Please, Mommy. Wake me up by forcing you thick strap into my unprepared cunt while I sleep. Fuck me deeply while I whimper into my stuffies and cry so prettily for you ♡