DearestArsenic

We don't have to pay to keep sex workers and artists
That's just the greed asking

Wait what????
VPN time ig?

Been thinking about mushroom sculptures & donuts

Gonna try to work on both of them tomorrow as in "make a mushroom sculpture" & "go buy a donut"

But who knows maybe I'll buy a mushroom & make a donut

No, bluesky is the way it is cuz it was the best option for artists, queer people, & supporters of those two when Twitter went to hell
If you turn bluesky into an anti-art bigoted hellscape full of AI bots, they'll leave you, too
But the advertiser dollars whisper things like "ban all nudity"

Read them Hornigold's Zoo 🤣
& the fic I'm planning called "consent isn't of concern"

I mean I have fic ideas that would kill the average Republican just by being told the synopsis XD

I'm not in the US but I'll also provide some bail money if people wanna read my fics allowed through a megaphone in protest or if they wanna do something hilarious

I only have $3 but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Maybe next time," Stede said, stepping up to pull Ed back. "I don't think Pete's done yet?"

"We're definitely getting shit like this for you. I want a chain one maybe," He moaned, "gonna string you up and ride Stede til I can't walk, maybe?"
He came with a sigh, "Oh fuck this was such a good idea we should've filmed it."

The crew all broke out into congratulations and comments as they each realised what Pete had created the illusion of. Ed went up to talk to Izzy, a hand down his pants as he rubbed at his clit.

They all looked closer, following the line of gold beads into Izzy's puffy rim, the angle of his body hiding the ring so it looked like the string in his ass and the one hanging out of his mouth were a single unbroken line of coins.

Ed clapped Frenchie on the shoulder, grinning ear from ear. "Look closer, he's mad and I want to borrow someone's cock to fuck myself about it."

Pete took a step back, letting Lucius and the rest of the audience get a good view of his handy work.

"I don't get it." Frenchie mumbled and Pete looked a little crestfallen.

The crew watched with bated breath as Pete began slowly inserting these. By the time they were all inside Izzy's tiny, tight, warm body, he was shaking, tears dripping down his cheeks with the strain, clenching as much as his fucked out body count, teeth grinding into the silicone in his mouth.

The audience laughed and crooned at him, watching intently from the sidelines as Pete picked up the last string of beads, a long string of 13 coins, each larger than the last with the gold ring and then another 6 coins the same size as the ones attached to his gag.

Ed chuckled and took a step further, seeing what Pete had in mind.

Izzy's body jerked as Pete pinched his swollen clit, moaning and whining as he tried to keep the beads in his cunt.

Once all 9 beads were settled inside his cunt, walls spasming around them, the crew could see that, with the ring settled against the entrance, the string of pearls looked like a pearl necklace hanging out of him.

Izzy whimpered pathetically, his pleasure teetering on the edge from the build and the cruelty.

Their audience watched closely as he fed them into Izzy's cunt, one bead at a time, childing Izzy when his stretched hole struggled to clench around them.

There were 9 pearls in a row each slightly bigger than the last with the string ending in a pearl-coloured ring. After the ring were a few more pearls in a row, about 5 of the same size.

"Lets start with the Pearls." Pete announced, getting more confident as the crew watched, enraptured.

Lucius was sketching madly, already filling the page with what he'd seen already before Pete gave him more beautiful things to draw.

Izzy bit into the silicone, feeling the muscles in his jaw tense, he knew they'd be aching tomorrow and his cunt throbbed at the idea of pressing his finger into the ache all day.

"We know how much you like having something to chew on." Lucius explained as Izzy opened his mouth for the gag. "We got you one that's nice and tough so you can really sink your teeth in."

The shorter string had about 4 coins on it, a larger one at one end and then three about the same size. He held the larger one up to Izzy's mouth.

Reminder that if internet censorship happens & places like AO3 get taken down, it is our duty as freaks to just start putting the freak stuff everywhere else.

Sand the serial numbers off your dead dove Hannigram fics
If we all pooled our resources we could make our own publishing company lol

Might also be a good video game ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Working title "they keep killing Mr J"

DC, I am available, lol

Otherwise I might write the fan fic idk I have a long list of fic ideas

Then Batman has to weigh the options: kill him & hope he stays dead for a lil bit longer this time, or lock him up so you know where he is?

If you kill him, you can't keep track of him. But the next event won't be until ages away.

But if you don't, it'll be next week for sure.

Instead of locking him in Arkham & knowing he'll break out next week, what if killing him means you don't know if he'll appear again in a week, a month, a year, even longer?

What if he keeps coming back?

No matter what Batman does, no matter what anyone does, he keeps coming back.

Maybe he's effected by what they do sometimes, maybe he's never effected, maybe he's a God himself who the f knows?

What if killing him only delays his next plan?

But in a lot of versions, the supernatural exists.
In a lot of stories it feels like Gotham itself was cursed by the gods or fate or capitalism or whatever to never be fixed.

So what if the Joker started off as some dude, Batman kills him, & either through a deal or a curse, he comes back?

A lot of us have mocked Batman's "no killing" rule
The watsonian logic being a mix of "if he starts killing he may not stop" & "killing a killer makes you a killer" which has varied impacts depending on the batman in use.

& the doylist logic of "if we kill every villain we need to make new ones"