Autism Representation written by an allistic: My name is John Autism and I like the designated autistic interests
unintentionally autistic character written by the creator who hasn't really thought about whether or not theyre autistic: I wish I could be human like the way everyone else is but I know they can tell I'm not. And I know they're right
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I hate cigarettes so much I hate that smoking is becoming cool again I hate that we're becoming contrarian hipsters about this disgusting habit that has literally killed so many people and destroyed so many lives I'm so serious we need to become absolute killjoys about this again it's time to go 90s scolds on cigarettes until the scourge is wiped out entirely.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Zenless Zone Zero (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Promeia/Velina (Zenless Zone Zero)
Characters: Velina (Zenless Zone Zero), Promeia (Zenless Zone Zero)
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Light Dom/sub, for like five minutes, written before 3.1, Norma and Sigrid also show up for five minutesÂ
Summary: Velina meets her match.
âYou need my expertise, right?â said Velina, still hiding her mouth. âWhatever gets you closer to your goal. But youâre also alone. Clearly youâre used to working independently, but not so far from home. You donât want to waste time feeling lost, so you tolerate my attentions, even if you look like youâd rather be anywhere else. Thatâs what makes me curious.â She snapped her fan shut. âThe tour is over, Miss Promeia.â She smiled openly. âYouâve seen the lay of the land. I was expecting you to excuse yourself and wander off like last time, but youâre still here.â She gripped her fan between her hands. âSo⊠What questions do you have for me, my friend? Else, youâre free to go.â
Promeia turned on her heels as if to walk away, and then around again. âAre you in danger?â
She smiled amicably. âAlways. No more than usual, if thatâs what youâre asking. Plenty of unusual stirrings these days, but nothing you wouldnât be aware of. And if there ever is, then youâd be one of the first to know.â
She hesitated. âThenâŠâ
âYou want to know if my interest in you is more than mere courtesy.â Their gazes met. âAm I right?â
promeia's subby little handcuffed ass: sure im getting bossed around again but maybe itll be fun instead of traumatizing this time đ„č
velina, having wild fantasies about promeia in the middle of her fourth meeting of the day: and now she wants me to order her around in bed too? HOW i could barely find the time to GET LAID
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shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics
i know a few of you are familiar with them already but everyone else will soon be introduced to my MOLD SCIENTIST and GAY PORN SMUGGLER ocs i have been working on since last august.
"are they part of the same story" yes. "do they have suspiciously complementary personalities and color schemes" yes. "are they both gay women" believe it or not, also yes
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literally everything people say about public defenders on the internet is so wrong and frustrating even when theyâre trying to be sympathetic to us. and I certainly said some of that same kind of shit before I did this job. I didnât get it yet. I get it now. the only people who really do get it are the people whoâve done it and the people who are in or also working with the communities we serve. representing a factually guilty person is the absolute least of any public defenderâs fucking problems at any given time and the last thing I would ever lose sleep over lol
what a lot of people in the notes on the post that inspired this train of thought seem to imagine public defenders struggling with and getting upset about: finding out a client committed the crime they're accused of and having to grapple with the morality of defending a person who Did Harm To Others and what that means for the attorney as an individual immortal soul or whatever the fuck
Things that I have actually struggled to deal with in my 2 years as a public defender so far (non-exhaustive list):
Having to put the criminal records and self-esteem and livelihoods of clients I believed were factually innocent, people I'd developed relationships with and knew how much they had to lose if something went wrong, in the hands of a group of strangers who I'd had no more than 20 minutes to question about their knowledge and beliefs and biases.
Worrying those strangers would favor the young, handsome white male prosecutors' arguments over my innocent clients who've had rough lives and it shows on their faces, because of whose voice sounds "authoritative" and who "looks like a criminal".
Never feeling like I had enough time to prepare a case for trial because I also had over 100 other cases pending at the same time.
Put simply, it is harder to represent a factually innocent person than a factually guilty person. I think basically all defense attorneys agree on this. It's more emotionally taxing because of the stakes. There are always material stakes for all of our clients, but for a factually innocent person there are also moral stakes.
Representing people who are technically guilty of the crimes they are charged with, but no one was actually harmed, and maybe the law itself is unfair, and also my client was certainly racially profiled and overcharged. And having to put that in the hands of a jury, because my client wants to maintain whatever dignity they can to the bitter end.
Not being able to just say to the jury, I don't give a fuck whether my client is technically guilty. He's a poor Black man, so he was guilty in the eyes of the American legal system before he was ever arrested. He gets that. I get that. Do you get that? Who gives a shit whether he's factually guilty of a technicality DUI that happened 2 or 3 years ago? What the fuck are we doing? Are we all just here to give another black father a criminal record? Fuck you all.
Representing multiple very young men charged with DV assaults who grew up with fathers who abused their mothers, or parents who abused them, in and out of foster care, multiple generations of cycles of violence and substance abuse passed down from parent to child. It doesn't excuse it. Of course it doesn't. They have done harm to their own partners and they know this isn't the example they want to set for their own kids. But they're human - the idea that abusers are somehow inhuman just sets you up to fail to recognize abuse when someone you love is the person doing it - and what the fuck other ways of dealing with difficult situations and relating to other people were these guys ever supposed to learn? They didn't have the opportunity to learn anything else. They never had a fucking chance.
And if they don't have a lot of history yet, maybe there's still time to turn it around. One of them talked to me about how badly he wanted to break the cycle and not have his kids grow up to be like that. I hope he can do it. I don't know if he will. That's what haunts me about that situation. Not the fact that I had to represent his interests in court. That's just my job.
Family after family after family who call 911 for help for a loved one in a mental health or substance-related crisis. And then the cops show up and throw their loved one in crisis in jail sometimes over the weekend because if you lash out at someone you live with for literally any reason that counts as domestic violence which means the cops legally have to arrest someone. And 24-72 hours later the family is in court upset telling the judge if they knew this would happen they never would have called 911. Cannot stress enough this happens like weekly in misdemeanor court.
A prosecutor submitting victim impact statements for the sentencing of a colleague's client who absolutely had killed their partner, and it was awful - but the victim impact statements were provided by the victim's family, many of whom she was estranged from, and many of them misgendered and deadnamed their dead "loved one". And the prosecutor just threw them all into the public record unredacted. Because of pressure to "listen to victims", in this case coming from the transphobic family.
A 16-year-old getting held in juvenile detention on unproven charges an 18-year-old would get released from adult jail on, because while the 18-year-old is presumed to have the autonomy to find another place to stay, if the charge is related to someone who lives in the 16-year-old's parents' house - or their parents straight-up just don't want them going home - well, then, they can't go home, which means they have nowhere to go. so let's keep them in jail.
On the flip side, having 18-year-olds get released to homelessness because their well-intentioned parents called the cops for whatever reason (see above) and now the court is imposing a no-contact order with someone who lives at their house.
A kid who got pulled over and charged with DUI/physical control of a motor vehicle while under the influence on her 18th birthday. She was a senior in high school. She had never been in trouble before. She had no criminal record. The law doesn't require someone to be booked and held in jail for a first-time DUI charge with no history, so the jail's policy is that they usually don't do that. If it was just the DUI she would have been cited and released. But the cop also cited her for 2 counts of minor in possession. So, because she had non-DUI charges, I guess, they booked and held her in jail. If it had been just one day earlier she would have been in juvenile detention. She cried. I almost cried. I sat in the attorney meeting booth with her for an extra half hour until they kicked us out for the lunchtime visiting area closure, just so she could be in a quiet space with a friendly face instead of back in the adult jail dorm. That was all I could do.
Tiny old people in jail. Tiny old people, deep in dementia, deeply upset, who got angry - personality changes including becoming very quick to anger are common with dementia - lashed out at family members and got arrested on domestic violence charges. (Again, see above.) And all I could see was my own late grandmother, who was a tiny old lady with dementia who lashed out all the time, but she was a rich white lady who could afford to live in a home with professional caregivers who were trained to handle those situations and deescalate, instead of having to rely on overwhelmed family members. And getting praise from teammates for how well I handled those clients and their jail hearings, and knowing it was because there but for the grace of god go we.
A guy who stole 2 beers from a grocery store, products that cost like $13 total, getting held on $1000 bail because he has warrants in other counties. $1000 bail when he's charged with taking $13 worth of beer. From a gigantic corporation. And he stayed in jail. Because if someone is stealing from a grocery store, they probably don't have $1000 to pay.
I think people who talk about the moral conundrum of public defenders get too stuck on the defender part and forget the public. Public defenders, by definition, simply do not represent the worst of the worst. People who hurt others because they can, quite literally can, because frankly most of them don't end up getting arrested and prosecuted for the ways they hurt people in the first place. And if they do, they can usually afford to hire a private defense attorney. I think most of us know the actual statistics about rape and abuse reporting, but for some reason that goes out the window when people talk about public defenders. (The reason is racism.)
Acting with (perceived) impunity is a privilege. It's for rich (and mostly white) people. The vast majority of crimes prosecuted in the U.S. are crimes of poverty and addiction (and that includes many violent crimes - yes, really), and that vast majority is where public defenders operate. There aren't moral quandaries in knowing what our clients did. The part that hurts is understanding the systems that have led them to this place, and knowing what those systems are going to keep doing to them once their case is resolved, and not being able to do jack shit to stop it.
hello tumblr... i realize i have written a whole 36 arknights fics. that's a lot. if you stumbled upon my fic and have no idea where to start, here is a slightly shorter list of my personal favorites:
the little things - 3,664 words - texas/exusiai - 2020
Just Deserts - 5,648 words - zima/rosa - 2020
a due passi - NSFW - 16,188 words - lappland/silence/saria - 2021-2023
Salvatrix - 28,002 words - fiammetta/mostima - 2022-2023
shape always becoming - 11,215 words - saria/ptilopsis - 2022
A Treatise on the Somatic Nature of the Perspicuous Divine - 6,579 words - pramanix/kjera - 2023
prise de fer - NSFW - 21,496 words - sora/texas/lappland - 2023
devil reef - 9,231 words - specter/amaia - 2023
intaglio - 30,651 words - lappland/sora - 2024
the seen walls of lost eden - 7,268 words - degenbrecher/kjera - 2024
I hope you enjoy the story if you do choose to check it out! I love maids, so I'm going to do my best to spread my maid agenda all across the world! Wish me luck!
(pssst you can also find Cage of Roses on Itchio here or Steam here if you want to check it out too, though you don't need to read it to understand this story. They're both self-contained and present whole narratives on their own!)
This is the project I was hired to do art for. I am very grateful and honored Ebi contacted me to work on Cage of Roses' spinoff. If you like cute maids and GL(yuri), you should totally check it out!!
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Most of my fellow creatives are familiar with the flavor of imposter syndrome that insists we aren't that great at our chosen skill. We can point to other people doing aspects way better, or who are more successful etc. Hopefully we know we're not bad.
Anyway, approaching from another angle, when do you know that you're "okay"? And is that enough?
I basically stopped drawing a few years ago in part because of this. Life got lifey and my art was bringing me stress because I felt that pressure of not being good enough, of not progressing quick enough, of not posting enough and I just... stopped.
As a result my tolerance for the bad stuff got tiny. I was stuck in a cycle of wanting to draw -> drawing something shitty -> getting frustrated that my first attempt in months was not on level with where it "should" be -> not drawing. A LOT of it was comparing myself with an older version of myself that drew more frequently, not just comparing myself to other artists. I basically had impostor syndrome against myself.
Last year I looked through my backups of all my old art files and I noticed that a vast majority of what I used to draw was on that same "shitty" level, I just liked drawing enough that I didn't care. I kept on drawing anyways. Back then I wasn't trying to make things good, I was just drawing to draw. Every once in a while I made something that I got lost in, and those usually became the things I posted(aside from commissions). Every artist I see that talks about this says something to the effect of "artists only really post their best work", but it hadn't emotionally sunk in that the things that those artists don't post are things they think are shitty. It's the exact same emotion.
Eventually I realized that what I was seeking wasn't the feeling of having made something "good", it was the feeling of looking up at the clock and realizing I'd been drawing for five hours straight. It was the feeling of putting a line down and the sensation that I was reaching through the canvas into a different world to sculpt something with that line. I usually ended up thinking those drawings were good, but that was incidental, it was a consequence of letting myself get lost in drawing. My impostor syndrome and lack of tolerance for my "bad" art was really the only thing that was stopping me from getting to that feeling again.
tbh I'm still not fully out of the funk, but the big thing that let me pick pick the stylus again was at least partially letting go of the idea that my art has to be good. Hell, a lot of the things I really love in other art styles are things that I find myself critiquing in my own art when I get into that mentality. It's all bullshit.
Right now the goal I have when I sit down to draw isn't to make something of any quality (great or good or okay or bad), it's to let myself get lost in the act of drawing. If I'm not vibing with something then I'll draw something else until I eventually hit on something that lets me get lost. Learning to tolerate the shitty art, being okay with the idea that I will make stuff I don't like. Sometimes I'll go back to an old sketch and pick it up again, sometimes those sketches just get abandoned and that's fine.
I have a whole other tangent on the commodification of art and hobbies that are intrinsically part of the human experience, but this is long enough already ha. I do wanna say though that if the point of making art is to make something that looks good or even okay, then AI "art" would have value. Making art isn't about being a good artist, it's about being human and experiencing stuff through the process of creation, and sharing that with other humans.