the dollgirls are kissing and ruffling each other’s skirts and saying awawawa. this is what sex looks like for them.
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if i look back, i am lost

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we're not kids anymore.
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@doll-in-space
the dollgirls are kissing and ruffling each other’s skirts and saying awawawa. this is what sex looks like for them.
can I reblog for both?
I’m reblogging for both
every1 wants2 fuck me bcause im th worlds most prettiest bird in th whole world
Happy Pride!
This year's is a little hotter than the last~
Sunrise and 'Otai get friendly, while Keighle is feeling shy
evil and fucked up way to spell kaylee 😭
Worse, it's an evil and fucked up way to spell kale
dusk
The Dom should be praised too
Take care of your doms. Praise them. Make them feel cared for and loved. Or you don't deserve them.
This applies doubly, x10 tbh, to transfemme doms. You NEED to be nice to her, you NEED to let her know she is doing a good job. That transfemme dom might have a lot of issues with her self worth, she may have been used up and left a discarded husk so many times.
Sorry but I got sick of scrolling through the notes on this on desktop and seeing all the red usernames marked by shinigami eyes reblogging this.
I'm a transfemme dom and I'm proud of it. Take care of us. Love us.
And then no one reblogged this version
Lowkey how I see these two meeting
my TOI-1338 b mii! her friends call her wolftopia 💕
"Feeling better now, my little commander?" To celebrate the breaking of Clementine's armour I decided to draw a cover art piece for ch11 of A Tale of Flowery Cuffs. This was such a fun thing to do but so incredibly hard. Still learning how to draw Affini~
Also tried my best to do the biorythyms in the art~
I’m a big fan of the out of bounds radio in Portal 1 that bleeds if you hit it.
not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here
reblog heavy
Here's To Us
Something in this androgynous creature’s eyes captivates me. It draws me in, inviting me to say hi and strike up a conversation.
“What are your pronouns?” I ask, after they introduce themselves, trying to be polite.
“We/us/our,” is the response.
It catches me off guard. “Even for others referring to you?”
“To ‘us,’ yes,” they—we—gently correct.
Find this masterpiece after years of thinking about it made our night
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
a doll does not say 'I,' 'Me,' Mine,' 'Myself,' rather it says 'This one,' 'It,' 'Its,' 'Itself,' and on occasion other pronouns, but always third-person.
for a doll is possessed, it does not possess; it is an object, something that is owned, cared for, admired, played with, used, or so on--it does not do the owning or using, except in the case of other tools as needed to fulfill its own use.
and that is why: because saying I or Me implies a certain self-possession, an ability and willingness to refer to oneself and make statements of oneself that are not necessarily its to make. rather, it can only ever refer to the property of someone else, even that property being the doll itself.
when you next use whatever pronouns and personage you use for yourself, stop and think: who owns the words you use? and who owns what they refer to? is it you?
is there, in fact, something there to own anything?
In space no one can hear you awawawa
In space no one can hear you awawawa
When an Affini wraps you in her vines so tightly she ends up making you a full dress out of Leaves layered intricately so the slight graduation of her leaves makes a pattern on your new “outfit”. Imagine being caressed by the very clothes on your body. A grope or a pet, enjoying nothing more than watching you gasp and squirm as you feel the vines touch your sensitive areas, further emphasizing that you’re not a person anymore, just a toy to be enjoyed and played with.