#bdsmverse

Ahaha, okay so, no I would never write BDSMverse in original fiction because it’s copyright infringement and the author who created it often litigates against anyone who publishes it. And Xanthe clearly states on her website that NO author may write in the BDSMverse in an original novel and profit off of it.

It’s a shame, because I read a book series I really liked recently, that’s set in a BDSMverse very similar to Xanthe’s, and I’d say it’s only a matter of time before those authors get sent Cease & Desists or get involved in a legal tussle. And I like the series, but I’m not sure how long the series will actually stay around.

Anyway so no, because I don’t really believe in making life harder for myself! I’m going to leave the BDSMverse to Xanthe. I may make forays into it in fanfiction one day, because she’s okay with people writing in that universe if it’s very clear that it’s not for profit, but I’m not sure how I feel about someone copyrighting a universe like that and it doesn’t feel like a very fun playground to play around in as a result. She has the right to do what she wants, but it doesn’t feel very in the spirit of fandom to me personally, and there are thousands of other universes I can set my BDSM in without worrying about legal action.

So I’ll do that instead.

Kinda.

The number is for an AI whose goals are to 1) successfully impersonate Tony, 2) never agree to meet with any doms and 3) subtly train them to not be jerks.

The AI is named DIAL-TONE.

"Did you collar yourself?"

"Don't be silly, even I'm not that into self love."

"Your collar says Stark."

"No, it says STARK in all caps with the line thing, it's the SI logo. I know guardianship isn't new, Howard had secretaries with SI collars during the war."

"But you own Stark Industries!"

"Sixty-some percent of it, yeah..."

"So you hold your own guardianship?"

You both like mormorbrook, morbrook, severich, omegaverse, and bdsmlock.

You: Richard was curled up in the corner, in his little bed. The collar around his neck dug in slightly, but he barely noticed anymore. He was napping while he waited for his Master to come back; his new Master, someone who took him in after he'd been taken and hurt for weeks. He tried not to think about it. Snatched off the street on the way home, from his warm, protective home - but no one had come looking for him, no one had come to save him. Except his Master. Master had come in and stopped the pain, helping him heal and afterwards giving him the protection and care he needed. He didn't say much anymore, not supposed to have too complex of a vocabulary, but that was fine; he could be quiet, and follow orders. He curled in tighter, sleepily, when he heard steps in the hall.

Stranger: Unlike his brother, Severin wasn't overly comfortable with the concept of slavery, quite the contrary. The idea of /owning/ people, rather than employing them, ordering them around rather than asking them to do what needed to be done, still felt wrong to him, and he doubted that would ever change. If it hadn't been for Richard, he would still have refused to cave and buy a slave as well, simply because it was expected of people with a certain fortune at their disposal. But that boy ... his poor little Richie, he couldn't possibly have walked past that sad little shape without feeling guilty for the rest of his life. He had seen the opportunity to save one, only just one lost soul at least, and despite knowing that it wouldn't change much about the system, he had still felt like he had to take him home. To offer as much warmth and comfort as he could, to make sure Richard would get to live a better life now, with him. It didn't matter that Sebastian disapproved of the way he treated the slave. He was his. And he was going to take care of him for as long as he could.

His steps were careful as he approached the room he knew Richard to be sleeping in, trying to be quiet as he opened the door, just enough to peer inside. Oh, what a lovely little creature he was, such a harmless, pretty little thing. Who would ever dare to hurt /him/? After a short moment of hesitation, he stepped inside and crouched down beside his bed, running careful fingers over his exposed arm. He didn't regret buying him for one second.

You: Richard stirred slightly when he felt a warm hand touch him. He blinked open his eyes, rolling over enough to look up and rub his eyes open. He smiled when he saw his Master, moving a little closer. "Hello, Master. can I help you?" he asked sweetly, voice soft from just waking up. He liked when his Master was near; he was nice, and warm, and happy a lot of the time. Richard always wanted him to be happy, and did his best to help that.

Stranger: For a moment, he wasn't sure whether to pull back and simply leave Richard alone; he hadn't meant to wake him up, after all. But abandoning him now would just have been ridiculous, so he stayed and only retrieved his hand, smiling right back at him. "No, I'm fine, thank you." Richard was so terribly sweet, it was worrying sometimes; he was too selfless for his own good. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay all alone up here."

You: Richard nodded, still smiling. "Okay, Master. I'm fine, though. I sleep light." he said, stretching out his muscles, relaxing again sprawled out. He blinked up at his Master, wondering if there was something they could do together, now that he was here.

You: Richard nodded, still smiling. "Okay, Master. I'm fine, though. I sleep light." he said, stretching out his muscles, relaxing again sprawled out. He blinked up at his Master, wondering if there was something they could do together, now that he was here.