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𖤐 𝖎 𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 & 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 !( ꩜ ‸ ꩜;)

[amputism]

♪ “ oh baby, 'til death do we start . . . ” ୨୧

† amputism long-awaited intro post !

paraphilias / kinks : necrophilia, somnophilia, intoxication, sadomasochism (lean towards sadism), self-harm / blood / wound kink, probably more that i can't think of. . . i am pro-c for necro, so don't interact if that makes you uncomfortable.

more info below cut . . . ♡

personal info : refer to me by my blog name or dominant titles. my name is winter, however only those who have sent me carvings of my name are allowed to refer to me as such. for the sake of keeping this blog as anonymous as possible, i will not disclose my sex, age, race etc. for that same reason, i will not name a certain demographic for my posts. however, as always, exercise internet caution– do not send me sexual asks if you're like (chrono) 15 years old. if for any reason you need to refer to me in the third person, it/its pronouns work. i prefer genderless terminology, however if push comes to shove you can refer to me with masculine titles, and i expect to be referred to with male anatomy. i am bisexual, and my posts will reflect that. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

boundaries : i do not generally follow people on here unless they've interacted with me personally, as it's difficult for me to find blogs that are specific to my tastes. that being said, if you want to be mutuals, just ask me. i'm not generally picky, but if your blog is mostly m4p content, i may not follow you. exceptions have and will be made for people who send me content. my only hard boundary is tr4ce blogs– obviously, i do not monitor every single person who interacts with my content, but i ask that you don't. i will not follow tr4ce blogs, regardless of whether or not you've sent me anything... other than that, i'm open to any paraphilias, ids etc. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

asks : please send me asks, anonymous or not. i'll respond to mostly anything, but i'm especially partial to asks that pander to my paraphilias– so be as much of a little freak as you want, threaten me, worship me, i don't care. i have no boundaries in this regard, so be as sexual or possessive or violent or whatever as you please. the same applies for dms; anybody who carves my handle, name, or sends me any general wound / sexual photos has a special place in my heart. ♡ ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

{ anon's i've already had } : 📹 , 🌙 , 🎟️ , 📺 🪳 , 🫆

tags :

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ mail 🍓 ~ asks

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ need that 🍓 ~ favorite reblogs

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ necro 🍓 ~ necrophilia

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ intox 🍓 ~ intoxication

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ bloody 🍓 ~ sadomasochism, s/h, the likes

#╬⊰⁠⊹ฺ little lamb 🍓 ~ kidnapping

[angel-is-rq]

are you really dating if he doesnt rape you violently at least once

[angelsgasoline]

can i stomp on your crotch while you giggle and squirm because of how much you like it

[stab6inches]

body bags like this are so attractive. I wanna straddle one w a dead guy inside and grind on his bulge through the thin plastic

[amputism]

hey….. im totally drooling on you right now…. yes….. if you feel a sudden presence you should know its your favorite cat……. drooling on you…………

-📹

aha, i suppose i don't mind :-). i apologize if i'm not responding to asks as often, i'm trying to balance my blog and only respond after i've posted something personal... but i do read everything that's sent in.

[amputism]

choking has become such a mainstream act of faux sadism... but i still believe that, when done well, it is one of the most beautiful forms of control. especially when they're stronger than you. the human conscience is so fragile, it only takes one too-tight or prolonged hold and you're at their disposal. there's an incomparable feeling of bliss when a palm is pressed to your throat, when you can hear the pathetic gurgles and whines that escape your own lips as you claw at their wrist. and typically by the time you reach that point, the lack of airflow has already significantly weakened you. you don't have much room to fight back... your life lies in the balance of your partner. it's one of the most reverent things imaginable. i certainly wouldn't mind reaching the point of unconsciousness, or even better, taking my very last gasp of breath at the hands of my partner. it's truly a pity that it's near impossible to find others with the gut to do so. i've been successfully rendered unconscious only once by a partner. and though it had been accidental, i long for that feeling again quite often...

[amputism]

I've been thinking about making a sweet thing finish while i'm raping them... sliding my hand between their legs, watching them try to squirm away but finding themselves unable to when trapped under my weight. shifts of aversion slowly turning into involuntary bucks against my hand, thighs parting, screams of protest fading into helpless gasps and moans... seeing the hopelessness in their eyes when they realize that they're going to finish because of me, that their body actually enjoys the violence i'm inflicting upon them. they'll desperately shake their head, stain the ground with tears, plead with me to stop... until they're trembling, cumming hard, head thrown back as i fuck into them. and, just for a split second, a sick sort of ecstasy crosses their face that they'll never admit to. the body is just so honest.

[deqenerated]

I can be trusted around unconscious people

[amputism]

EEEEEEE!!!!!!!! master!!!!!!! i missed you so much, i hope you are doing better!!!! kissing you a ton….

-📹

Haha, I missed you, too :-). Thank you for the well wishes, I hope you've been alright in my absence.

[amputism]

Hello. I do not know if you are going to come back, but I still hope that you are well. I'm really worried.

Hello, everyone. I'm aware it's been a long time since I posted last, but I want to reassure all the kind people who were worried that I'm alright, physically. I prefer to keep personal matters off of this blog as I like to keep it anonymous + focused on my “writing”, however I do feel I owe everyone an explanation for going MIA, so while staying as vague as possible I will say I suffer from mental health disorders that result in episodic periods of isolation / mania, and for that reason many things were happening in my personal life that left me with little time to post. I also admittedly find it extremely difficult to maintain relationships, even online, and (this is nobody's fault but my own) running this blog started to feel more like a chore than something I enjoyed, knowing I had to attend to people who I had formed friendships with so that it wouldn't seem I was ignoring them when posting. My blog was also becoming very heavily focused on responding to asks, and I felt it was taking away attention from my other content, which is again on me for not finding a balance. All of this being said, I am doing better now, and I want to continue posting because I have many thoughts to share. I apologize to anyone who was left waiting for me, I truly do value the people I've met on here and it wasn't my intention to suddenly disappear like that. I cannot promise I will post every day like I used to, nor that I won't have any more episodes... but in sharing this I hope everyone will understand if I do go missing again. I will do my best to be more communicative. I hope everyone continues to enjoy the content I will be providing :-). 🌹

[sleazymasc]

holding you in a headlock as i jerk you off . watching as you get weaker ,, your breath staggering trying to muster up energy to fight back . resisting less and less ,, unfortunately for you and fortunately for me <3

[falling-components]

i also want to get really personal and direct with my pleading. "i thought we were friends" and "it's not fun anymore, i mean it" and "i really don't want to hurt you by fighting back, please don't make me do that". a thin veil between our real relation and fiction we're working within. the only reason you can tell it's not real is because i didn't use my safeword

[amputism]

i've been so fucking miserable lately, i think the only thing that could fix me is a pretty boy forcing me to cut for him, commanding me to go deeper & deeper until i'm sobbing that it hurts, i can't take anymore, begging him to stop... my hands trembling, in turn making the cuts messier and more jagged, tears mixing with my blood as snot drips down my face... & only once my arms are completely covered, and there's nowhere left for me to cut, he'll hold me close & lick every single wound clean. ugh.

[amputism]

master, i miss you! i hope you are doing okay, and if you took another break, i hope to see you again soon :)

-📹

i was, in fact, taking another break. i apologize for leaving unannounced... i haven't been feeling my best lately & figured some time away from the internet would do me good, which it did. :-)

[amputism]

i've always enjoyed watching over people in my real life... and i'm quite good at being elusive– or, at the very least, if i have gotten caught, nobody's chosen to come forward. i believe there's something extremely intimate about seeing someone in their private moments, in the more mundane glimpses of their life, when they allow themselves to just be because they're under the impression nobody is there to see them. but i do. i love learning their every little mannerism, how they fidget with their fingers when anxious, how they always check their door lock twice, the produce they buy most often at the grocery store & which texts they respond to faster than others... it's a silent vow of devotion. for you, i'll stand outside as snowflakes adorn my clothes, if only for brief glances of you through your window. for you, i'll cancel plans to follow as you venture into less than safe areas, ready to intervene if anyone dares touch you. for you, i'll run the ink of my printer dry to hang you all over my walls, i'll learn every dip & curve of your body through photos of it cascading with water from those showers that always leave your bathroom steaming. though our eyes may never meet, you'll know me– i'll be that creeping feeling of someone's eyes on you that you can never quite shake, the shiver that runs down your spine each time you can swear you just heard a footstep. i'll be your unending discomfort and the reason you'll never face harm. of course, my presence will never be exclusively for my own pleasure– i'll be the reason you wake up with spit between your legs, warm & satisfied from what you can only assume was a wet dream– but was in fact something much more perverse. :-)

[killingmyselficantdeletethis-de]

Merry Christmas for those of you who are fans of veiny arms with lots of scars i guess

[amputism]

something i found about shock collars that i thought was interesting!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/innumerable-eyes/790031082640883712/so-with-shock-collars-you-can-set-up-gps-fences-so

-📹

i came across that post a while ago, and it reminded me of the ask you'd sent me regarding shock collars, actually. :-) not surprised it piqued your interest