28. they/themme. gender ambivalent. non-monog relationship anarchist. 18+ or be blocked. 21+ to message/ask. consent comes first, always. not your anything. i do not want unsolicited nudes or sexts. read my fuckin faq. cashapp: $c3l3stialm3ss venmo: highpriest3ss
you are under 18 and follow this blog, & are under 21 and attempt to message me. i am not interested in talking to those under 21.
you do not have your age in your bio
you are a TERF, queerphobe, racist, ableist, misogynist, cop apologist, use a white-lives-matter/not-all cops/i-don’t-see-color rhetoric, and all sorts of other idiocy. slip and break your leg on a highway, cunt.
i will go through my followers regularly to enforce this policy but y’all make it hard sometimes
you may look through my “rules” tag and/or continue below the cut for additional rules and FAQ’s:
grounds for having your account blocked/reported, cont.
you/your blog promotes/encourages: sexual violence including but not limited to: r*pe, inc*st, sex with/sexualization of minors (any under 18), misogyny, age play, race play, etc.
you run a fetish blog including but not limited to: fat fetishists, fetishizers of trans and queer folks, race fetishists
you send unsolicited nudes and/or sexts
you remove credit from my original content/repost without credit
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FAQs (last updated dec. 4, 2020)
my pronouns are they, them, and theirs. exclusively. i sometimes use themme, as an expression of my relationship to femininity while also id’ing as non-binary.
what’s your name? you’ll learn my name if i trust you enough to share it, so stop asking 😌
where do you live? maybe if you guess right, i’ll tell you (i’m kidding, i won’t!)
can you tag “xxx” or “zzz”? YES. if you would like for me to tag something in particular for any reason, please ask!
sometimes you have to be cautious what you say to your knight in the throes of ecstacy. in a moment of blissful submission, loose-tongued, you might gasp out, "yes, my knight, I'm yours, take what you need," without fully comprehending the bounds of his strength or the rile that such words would inspire in him. suddenly you're pinned beneath him, barely enough room for ragged breath, as he ruts into you for all he's worth, and for him that's no light fare. but what can you possibly do at that point with all his weight on you, panting and growling in your ear, chanting "yes, mine alone, my own, all mine—" until he has worn himself completely unravelled, the both of you aching as you lose track of the climaxes he pulls from you and delivers inside you. what is there to do then but wear the bruisemarks of his hands with a fool's pride and vow to be less careless next time (even if you know you won't)?
Uhm uhh. Knight referring to you as "my liege" and "your highness" and other such titles while saying the most degrading things to you and fucking you disrespectfully
