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Locked in Gold
theres not an easy way get cool robo limbs
Partially transformed princess, hefting her massive tail: "ugh... it's so bulky. Why does it have to be this big?"
Dragon best friend, clenching her teeth and trying desperately to keep it in her pants: "it's for storing fat through long winters."
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In the space of the eroticism of 'cursed objects', I think there's an interesting thing to be explored in how I tend to see less 'objects that became cursed' and more 'objects that were created to be cursed'. And, within that space, I feel like a lot of what I see is not so much using 'cursed' to mean 'malevolent' so much as 'passively destructive'. Your victimhood is something that simply occurs. A natural result. Hungry fingers nearing the hot stove top.
Like, a classic of the space is the 'collar that makes you a possession' and its variants. This is almost certainly a designed object. There is malevolent intent in its creation. But at the same time, there tends to almost be a respect for its creation. Well, it fulfills a need, of course. The bad part is putting it on someone. Creating, selling, or buying a gun is fine. Maybe it says something about you, but the intent to use is where we really draw the line.
Which makes it especially curious how much smut of such things particularly explores 'accidentally wearing it'. Being tricked into putting it on in a way that's textually-your-own-fault. Getting curious and getting fucked up for it. We've created this morally neutral world full of morally neutral hazards, it's your own mistake for getting in the way of the grand machine.
And of course, the net result is desirable, in a way. It's a fantasy, to be owned and cherished and loved and taken care of. To be a pet. To be unable to do anything except sit there and receive love and affection or gratification. To no longer need to work nor exist nor do all the tasks of maintenance.
But in the shape of the fantasy I find a familiar and very modern kind of horror. I've been thinking a lot about how kink engages with these kinds of anxieties recently, and this is a pretty interesting case to me. Mostly because i find these kinds of cursed objects really hot and understanding them better makes writing them easier.
After like literally months of thinking, I think I've finally managed to derive what I think is one of the core underlying feelings behind 'tf kink' for me.
Specifically, I think like. When you're a certain kind of kid, before you've figure out your place in the world, there's a kind of fixation on the signifiers of identity that doesn't entirely understand how they work. You don't want to get glasses because then people will think you're a nerd, and then you might as well be a nerd. You look anxiously at what color clothes you wear, at the kind of shoes you wear, at the way you talk, at the way you walk. All because you think that might change how you're seen, which might change who you are.
In the first place, I think when we talk about anxieties, while we may recognize that they may be reflections of truths about reality, they are not truths about reality. As I see it, this anxiety is not 'because these things do determine who you are', even if to some degree they do, but because when you lack the ability to control aspects of your environment that others place importance upon, that's scary! and framing it in terms of identity grants that fear some greater social legibility. some proof that this is appropriate and reasonable.
And, I think 'tf kink' can then be a kind of exaggeration of this anxious fantasy. In the same way that horror stories can take fears and imagine the worst possible outcome, I think kink can as well. What if wearing those glasses really did make you a nerd and everyone did see you like that? What if that's what reality was now? What if putting on the skirt you found in your locker turned you into a girl? You've anxiously worried about touching that object and being mistakenly believed to be the owner of it, what if that was just how it worked?
Then, I guess the question is "why is that hot?". well. um. it is. so write that down.
you joke about "mind control victims agree mind control good" but the epistemic erasure of the experiences and personal realities of mind control subjects ('victim' is so stigmatizing) really is a systematic problem. meta-analyses and key studies consistently reject pro-mind control data and reports on the basis of the authors being 'biased' because they're too positive or because clearly mind control subjects can't speak for themselves. maybe if you listened to the "victims" you claimed to support you'd understand that actually being mind controlled is cool and awesome and it's everything else that ruins your life.
Ok I'll stop calling you 'vassalbait'. I mean, I'll stop calling you it to your face. I can't be held responsible for things that happen in private, your "royal highness". Just, like, don't you think you'd look really cute with wobbling knees and tears in your eyes mumbling an oath of loyalty to me while I smile and grin and promise (lol) to respect your 'independence'. And then I'll get to have fun sitting you in my lap and touching you as a show of power while all your former knights swear new oaths of loyalty to me. It'd be so very cute, don't you agree?
"Bad end" kink is really hot. I talk a lot about signifiers vs substance in kink, and I think bad end is another one of the weird examples. I tend to see bad ends not as a single kink but as a set is ideas associated primarily by their aesthetics.
The idea of this being an ending. A bad ending. You could have won, you could have escaped, you could have gotten out of here. But you didn't, you lost. You put on the collar and lost the ability to say no. You stared into my eyes a little too long and lost the last of your INT. You froze at the wrong moment and lost the most important fight. And now destiny is broken and you can't save anyone anymore, so you're just going to be my toy forever and ever now, okay?
It's fun. The idea of forever. The idea of endings. Don't you want to not have to fight anymore? Don't your want permission to just let go? Isn't loss seductive? I like the dialogue between what you're supposed to do, what you're obligated to do, what you're compelled to do, and what you want to do, what feels good, what you desire. It's interesting.
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on the one tentacle, as a clothing fetishist id really rather you left all of it on. on the second tentacle, as a skin fetishist I would really like to touch you down there so maybe you can leave it on but I'll grope you beneath it. on the third tentacle, as a dress up fetishist I'm actually okay with you taking the clothes off as long as you're then putting things on that I tell you to put on. on the fourth tentacle, as an embarrassment fetishist I'm really just inclined towards whatever makes you most uncomfortable which does give some value to the naked body. and the rest of my tentacles are just gonna stick to touching you unless I think of more things to consider.
Love the genre of sadism thatās basically just extreme ācuteness agressionā. āI love you so much that I get an overwhelming urge to violently manhandle and wound you, like some delicate prey thing that I need to rip open and devour.ā
programming a jrpg with mostly normal stats but one of them is bladder capacity and the best items in the game for boosting your magic damage and agility all lower it
the enemies mock you when you finally do pee your pants also
capturing me instead of just killing me is a really stupid idea. you basically just let me into your camp dumbass as soon as i escape iāll get all of your secret information and-hey. hey. donāt touch me there. hey. what are you doing. stop that. hey. you canāt do that. fucking stop it. please stop. stop. stop
getting hypnotized is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
what do you mean? of course i'm still wearing all my clothes, silly!
the problem with hypnosis porn games made by straight people is that no matter how interesting they make the premise, a few hours in you realize that they genuinely think the hottest thing you could possibly do with hypnosis powers is have penetrative heterosexual sex with somebody who would otherwise not be interested
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