You may call me Wilbur, Will, Wil, etc. (Don't call me Wilby) I am Wilbur Soot, yes that one guy. I know you must be starstruck. I'm "cc!" Wilbur, but I'm also c!Wilbur, and various other characters of mine. I prefer to be treated as singular just with multiple "facets/personalities" though. Introjects/IRLs/kins of me are more than welcome to interact, and so are any other DSMP/MCYT people though do keep in mind I'm not particularly interested in introjects of Tommy trying to beg me to fuck them in my DMs, because a certain blonde feral child gets a little jealous -> @cistommyinnit
I have found that Radqueer Tumblr is one of the few places I enjoy and feel accepted in due to my percieved 'problematic' nature, so this is a radqueer based account where I will talk about transIDs, paraphilias, and the like that I resonate with. Some IDs I use for coping/reclamation purposes, some as an expression of my internal identity
That all being said, here are some facts about me. I fucking love talking about me
Pronouns/Gender/ETC: I'm a cisgender man, probably. He/Him
Age: I'm transAge 41, chrono mid 20s
IDs: CisHarmful, TrisBritish, TransAge (YtO), CisASPD, CisNPD, TransIncel, TransSexist, CisAbusive, TrisGroomer, Trans(word I might get termed for starting with R and ending in apist) and many more
Paras: Biasto, MAP, Zoo, Consang, Sadomasochist, many more
Stances: I'm against non-consensual harm, and I am trying to better myself as a person and consensually harming others is an outlet for me, aside from that, I despise drama and discourse and don't care to argue with people online about opinions or stances. Me interacting with posts or users does not equal condoning/agreeing with them or even liking them
I have no DNI, follow your own.
Tagging system:
#soot.txt - My textposts and original posts
#soot.nsft - NSFW posts, will also be tagged rq nsft typically
#soot.attention - Answering asks
#soot.jpg - Reblogs
#soot.sunshine - Tommy posting and replies/reblogs of his posts
Confessions on the brink of death a character accepts out of kindness because it won’t matter soon anyway, but then the other person doesn’t die, the other person expects them to carry through on their promise to love them and gets angry when they try to back out. Blackmail held over someone’s head just to force them to flirt and make romantic advances on another person, so it looks like they wanted this relationship. Talks about marriage and happily ever afters together as a threat. “I love you, I love you, I love you” as a violation that you’re expected to smile at and be grateful for, because you’re supposed to want to be loved. noncon romance.
adding to this: feeling love against your will. love forced on you by some power beyond you. love that you know you wouldn’t feel if you weren’t blessed (cursed) by it. love that you don’t want and is ruining you and that everyone keeps praising you for feeling. love that everyone around you gets mad at you for rejecting anyway. love that’s made so overpowering that it wipes out any semblance of “you” that there is to make way for a thing that will love someone back.
how do you feel about introjects of yourself. not like. cc wilbur, the other guy, the other you but like you like ciswilbursoot on tumblr dot com. would that be #strangeandweird?
Introjects of me specifically sound very interesting. No, I don't mind at all. Honestly that's kind of flattering to me in a way
Was on a walk the other day and a woman turned and started walking up ahead of me. She was an older lady and and didn't walk very quickly so I couldn't easily slow down to give her a wider berth, and I ended up having to walk closely behind her for a few blocks. She kept glancing back over her shoulder at me and seemed nervous, eventually she picked up the pace a bit and got more distance between us. I won't lie and say I wasn't tempted to also speed up and keep pace with her
// nsft , dadson (fundyxwilbur) , underage , themes of body dysmorphia(surprise, it’s not fundy’s) , oral sex , cumming untouched
putting this under a cut bc it ended up being kinda long oops
oh yea a couple things for context. fundy is an anthro fox and a trans male, this is both a family tradition(phil did the same thing when wilbur was younger) and bc wils just a freak, and other than that pretend there was a point in time when wilbur was a good father and we’re good👍
it’s their first time. fundy is finally old enough to take the full extent of wilbur’s love. it’s a tender moment in their fucked up lives. wilbur kisses his little fox all over, promising to make him feel so good. he’s still clothed though, that has to change. he sits the boy down and lifts his white tshit over his head, smiling at the way his soft ears flick and flop about. wilbur places kisses on each eartip, making the young fox giggle. the older moves to kneel in front of where he sits on the bed, working at his pants buckle while fundy peels of his binder. wilbur looks up, eyes methodically tracing every feature of his son’s perfect, scarless body. beautiful, he thinks to himself, a twinge of something ugly lurking beneath the surface. he pushes it further down, determined not to ruin the mood of the evening.
wilbur leans back to let the boy wriggle out of his pants and underwear. he now sits on full display, soft thighs and untouched core mere inches from his father’s eager face. after a moment, everything remains still. the fox tilts his head, tail flicking in confusion. wilbur sat there, as if he had turned to stone. his expression was unreadable. fundy reached out to nudge his father’s shoulder with a footpaw. wilbur flinched, shaking his head like he had been pulled from a trance. fundy asks if he’s alright, if maybe they should do this some other time. wilbur quickly reassures him, brushing off the little hiccup and leaning up to kiss the boy, if anything to avoid further prying from the curious fox.
wilbur peppers kisses all over his boy’s cute muzzle and cheeks before moving to the column of his neck. it’s unmarked, akin to a blank canvas placed in front of a crazed artist. the man tries to ignore the images of his own skin that flash in his mind, flesh rough and torn in every way imaginable. his canvas was scribbled on and burnt long ago. the back of his throat feels sour. this again goes ignored, his teeth entering the meat of the crook of fundy’s neck serving well enough as a distraction. the little fox was making the most beautiful sounds above him, sounds that seemed to dampen the rest of the noise in wilbur’s brain. hmm, perhaps this is just what he needs. wilbur moves further down, tongue lapping over a nipple. this produced more moans, so he gives the nub an experimental nip. fundy yipped in surprise before melting into more breathy moans as wilbur continued suckling at his chest.
by the time wilbur pulled away, the the front of fundy’s upper body was covered in lovebites and hickeys. his thighs were trembling and wilbur could smell his arousal. wilbur trailed more kisses and bites along the boy’s stomach before grabbing his hips, rubbing comforting circles on them in preparation for his next move. wilbur glanced up, locking eyes with his son, silently asking for consent to proceed. fundy nods, albeit nervously. it was only first time jitters though, the fox trusted his father more than anyone. he knew he would never hurt him.
at fundy’s nod, wilbur dove right in, licking a stripe up the soaked folds of his son’s cunt. the fox lets out a breathy whine, lacing a paw through wilbur’s curls for stability. despite his urges, wilbur is sure to keep it slow to start, letting the boy get used to all these new sensations. only when fundy gently tugs on wilbur’s hair and grinds against his tongue does he delve deeper, swirling the tip of his tongue around the fox’s clit. this really gets a reaction out of fundy, mouth hanging open and tongue lolled, a blissed out expression on his face. pride bloomed in the man’s chest for a moment, before being swallowed by the inly blackness of envy that has already taken root there.
without warning, wilbur sucked hard on the nerve-filled bud, making the boy scream. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he tried so hard to but he needs to silence his mind or he fears he may go mad, needs to drown out the annoying little voice in his head with the symphony above him. wilbur pulled away with a wet *pop*, pausing for a heartbeat before plunging his tongue into fundy’s hole, walls fluttering around him as his body adjusts to the intrusion. the fox’s cries grew, accompanied by more than a few hiccups and sobs as the overwhelming pleasure proved too much. wilbur has an iron grip on the boys hips, preventing any movement. fundy’s legs wrapped around his father’s head as he continued to eat him out like a man starved.
wilbur tongue thrusted and pulsed within tight walls, milking every sound and fluid out of the boy that he could. he felt fundy’s pulse quicken under his fingers, he was close. and by the gods wilbur was too, untouched cock throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, leaking like a faucet. he had originally planned to go all the way with his boy, but this was proving to be more that satisfactory for the time being. one more deep thrust caused the coil in fundy’s gut to snap, thighs trapping the man in place as he drank the ambrosia that gushed from his core. wilbur grunted against him, painting the inside his underwear from the taste alone. after a moment of floating in the euphoria of orgasm, fundy went limp, releasing the man from between his thighs. wilbur sat, panting in recovery from his own release, the bottom half of his face shiny with slick.
they both catch their breath, and wilbur starts cleaning up. his son is understandably exhausted, so he tucks him in, kissing him one last time before leaving him to sleep. wilbur closes the bedroom door as quietly as he can, before collapsing against it in silent sobs.
Internalized paramisia is feeling shame for being an autoandrophile because of how transphobes have used the words autogynephilia and autoandrophilia against members of the trans community.
This is the result of paramisia.
You know, I never understood the "what if they're transitioning because...they're into it 😱" argument. It's literally just purity culture. If a person wants to transition because it attracts or arouses them, literally let them. It's their body, their autonomy, their life. What is the problem with that?
I couldn't care less if your reasoning for transitioning is dysphoria, dysmorphia, disconnect, euphoria, kinky, or a combination of those factors. I just care that you're happy. You shouldn't need to justify why you want to transition.
I honestly love that I see a lot of beings with sources that are 'problematic' content creators / YouTubers in the radqueer community considering we feel so rare and hated in pretty much any other community. Makes me feel less alone, you're all awesome
do you think you could make a female version of melorisromantic ? /nfaa
Gyneis - ( guy - niss )
A term for a being who feels attraction towards every gender but would never date a feminine-aligned gender due to an irrational dislike of women.
ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ Gyneisromantic ! ᰔ ִ ׄ
Gyneisromantic is a term for someone who has romantic attraction towards every gender but due to an irrational hatred for women will not have a romantic relationship with feminine-aligned genders.
ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ Gyneisexual ! ᰔ ִ ׄ
Gyneisexual is a term for someone who has sexual attraction towards every gender but due to an irrational hatred for women will not have a sexual relationship with feminine-aligned genders.
Pisses me off when people say that the term MAP is a "pedophile dogwhistle" it's a fucking acronym for Person Who Likes Minors, that'd be a pretty shit dogwhistle.
