Ex-Boymoder

I want to spam my main. But I resist!! She/they

[travisbeacham]

For your reference. A half-assed verbal illustration of what a drift with a new partner might be like. Red for one mind. Blue for the other. Purple for blended thoughts. Enjoy.

[drunkpostin-tword]

If my boobs stop growing that be fantastic.

 Like I’m already large enough that I’m noticeable, but not inconvenient . Like a solid handful

But now they are just sore all the time which I know means they’re growing more.

[drunkpostin-tword]

You fool!! That’s the boymoding talking. You want them bigger!!

[jessiewithaj]

is it really so bad to wanna get another doll obscenely high, dose her on poppers, then proceed to make her squirm and moan while she scarcely knows where she is?

[jessiewithaj]

is it really so bad to wanna get another doll obscenely high, dose her on poppers, then proceed to make her squirm and moan while she scarcely knows where she is?

[targetedknowledge]

[masomaso-deactivated20240416]

tjis is so hot

[masomaso-deactivated20240416]

you are a completely neutered individual

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

anybody have the whipping girl audiobook handy

[scuffpup]

here you go

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

thanks!

[sissychris54]

[girlballs-archive]

girls on tumblr are basically always doing this to each other

[ace-trainer-alice]

I get a lot of "how to attract dom" asks. I usually use them as stress relief writing prompts. I think I've written a few really good things in that space, from create art about it or become more interesting, to become an evil woman yourself or read my posts better please. I'm still proud of my analysis of kink as kayfabe. I think they've all been good and true answers. But, in any case, I think it must be said.

Y'all approach 'getting a girl to dom me' the way pick-up artists approach women and it's kind of disgusting. The sheer amount of casual objectification is absurd. Of course, it's of a different character, instead of 'she's submissive so she'll want me to abuse her', it's 'she's dominant so she'll want to abuse me'. But, these are reciprocal equivalents, you see that right?

The way you attract a dom is by treating doms like humans. The way you meet people is by talking to people without ulterior motives. The way you become attractive is to be honest with yourself, not flatten yourself a warped ideal reflecting weird norms.

Kink's a special place where we may explore and enjoy our own objectification, where we can play with dehumanization and pain, where we can show off parts of ourself that we can't anywhere else. But this all relies on deep intimacy. You have to prove you're safe, first, that objectifying your dom isn't the only thing you want from the relationship.

Of course, some doms are gonna be fine being only objectified, but, they're a minority. Doms are people, too, okay?

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like to send you a rambling monologue insisting it's not and will never be your plaything.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that actually several minutes is really different from instant.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like to ask you what you would do to it if you got your fingers on it, like, just in case, so it can know what to avoid, you know?

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like you to ignore the way it shivers when you look at it like that, because it'll never be defeated by someone like you.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait says that because it escaped (was eventually freed by its allies) so it doesn't matter how fast it lost because it wasn't really a loss and therefore that one doesn't count.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait wants you to know that that the speed at which it loses the capacity for conscious thought returning to drooling and repeating mantras whenever it makes eye contact with you has no greater implications about your relationship with it whatsoever.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like to tell you that it actually spends none of its free time fantasizing about your touch and that scrolling through its search history like that while it was under is really a violation of the sacred hero-villain trust.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait is coming alone to the next fight without telling anyone because it's really worried about what you'd do to its allies and also wants to know when you'll next be available. to fight. so it can stop you. also it's going to win next time.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait insists it's not 'addicted to losing'. In fact, that you didn't show up for a month and in that time it got increasingly antsy and pent up and spent more and more time thinking about you was because it was worried about what you were planning. And nothing else. It doesn't even like you.

[ace-trainer-alice]

little miss instantlossbait would like to apologize for its outburst last week and politely requests you please don't leave it out in the rain all night again. It guesses you can hypnotize it if that's the alternative, if you must. But it's definitely going to defeat you anyway so this won't matter.

[ace-trainer-alice]

it's been thinking for a while here, while you've had your hands on and off it for all these battles. it feels like months or years have gone by but really it's only been several minutes, hasn't it? and, in any case, little miss instantlossbait would maybe like to admit that maybe you're right.

maybe it does like losing. maybe it doesn't really want to fight. maybe its will is running out and maybe you finally got to it. maybe it's a bad hero and the strength of its justice isn't enough.

or maybe all its fighting has been because it couldn't admit that it didn't want to fight. because fighting was always the default option. the thing it was told it was supposed to do. the thing everyone always said it had to do, no matter how hard it was.

and to give that up now would feel like losing itself. like admitting it had been making a mistake. like dying.

but now that little miss instantlossbait maybe doesn't entirely want to fight anymore, it's scared in a different way.

what if you only want it because it fights? because it tries to run? because it insists it won't lose? what if that's the only reason you chase after it, not to catch it but to enjoy the run?

little miss instantlossbait thinks that that would be very cruel of you, but you're a very evil woman so maybe you are that cruel.

little miss instantlossbait hopes that if it ever stops fighting, that you'll still want it, that you'll still pay attention to it, that you'll still give it love.

so, little miss instantlossbait asks you this, you evil, evil woman, will you really love it? or did you just want to see it lose?

[ace-trainer-alice]

With scenes playing with unawareness, performative or total, or normalizing things, or changing names, or any kind of dystonic play, there comes a moment where your subject will hit some disconnect. The point where it realizes what's happening.

Its sense of self will hit a rock in the road and spring a leak. It'll subtract five from two and realize the answer is three. One step further on the inferential pipeline, it'll stand above the open air off the cliff and wonder if it might be a good idea to look down.

You'll watch on its face as it starts to feel concern, or worry, or fear, or just frustration. The ends of its mouth will twist in confusion or consternation. It'll look up at you with wide eyes asking you what's going on. And with its head and mind in your fingers full of twisted love, you'll look down at it.

In that moment, you'll get to observe one of my favorite expressions of power. Telling your sub not to worry. Don't think about that. It's fine.

Maybe it'll just take a tap, telling it no, and it'll fall away from the gap and continue blissful empty submission. Or maybe you'll have to distract it. Dig a finger into a purple button and hear it moan screams. Remind it that 2 plus 2 is, in fact, 5 and duct tape the gap.

The brain is a truly adaptive device, in its ability to internalize one's contradictory commands.

I love that feeling. Raw power over another's reality. Maybe in the back of its mind it knows what's really going on, but in that moment, watching it return to my fantasy, the feeling of power is electricity thrumming in the air.

[strawberry-crocodile]

okay this is gonna sound insane but ive been thinking about Transfeminine Sterling Archer because this show was a problematic fave when i was 20 anyway content warning for transmisogyny here's how it goes

The plotline starts when at some point in a moment of emotional vulnerability between Archer and Pam, Archer cries about how he wishes he'd been 'born a girl'. Pam is like "Hey my younger sister actually came out as trans last year, it's not that scary. She looks better than I do, even!" and Archer's like "Wait really?"

We cut to Archer late at night in a blanket looking at a pink website on an anachronistic 80s computer monitor. She yells "Woodhouuuuuse, where does Mother get her Estradiol?"

She picks out the name Platinum and for the rest of the show its a running gag that people hear it and go "Oh that's a stripper name". Except Mallory, who likes it.

Lana is TERFy i'm sorry she is she's 100% saying this is a trick to fuck more women ("Lana. Why would i POSSIBLY need to take hormones to fuck cis women? Look at me!") also throws the man hands line at Platinum. We learn that Cheryl though Lana was "well. Y'know." Lana gets offended and then Platinum gets offended that Lana is offended.

Ray rolls in and is like "What's happening what's all this hubbub?" and Lana's like "Sterling's thinking about joining the other team." and Ray's like "REALLY?" and Platinum's like "It's PLATINUM. That's right I'm a GIRL now." and ray's like "Oh." clearly disappointed

Cyril is really supportive and it slowly becomes clear that he's a chaser

Cheryl goes "Ohhh did he give you the 'I wish I'd been born a girl' breakdown?" and we get like three flashbacks (two of which are clearly set during previous episodes, the last of which is a gonzo situation like they're both in fursiuts and clown makeup or something) where, after sex with Cheryl, Archer is crying and yells something about gender dysphoria. Lana pivots to "wait why did you never have this breakdown with ME?"

oh fuck i forgot about Krieger pretend I have something funny and borderline tasteless about surgeries here

Also the punchline is 1. Pam's "sister" was actually her niece and she's just embarassed about being old enough to have an adult niece and 2. Platinum did have sex with Pam's niece

[strawberry-crocodile]

instead of "momp. momp. momp." for the gun feedback she starts doing heat from fire

[drunkpostin-tword]

GODDDD BREAKUPS SUCK (posting this on the blog that no one follows so it can die in the internet’s abyss)

I got broken up with two* (2*) fucking times last weekend and it sucks.

Like having someone that I love look me dead in the eyes and calmly explain that she no longer loves me sucks. You would thank that having her not hate me which would make things easier? But no. It doesn’t cause now this shitty voice in the back of my brain keeps telling me that there’s hope that she’ll change her mind. That she’ll find a way to love me again. But that’s not fair to her or to me to hope for.

Then less than a 2 hours later my other partner explains that it still loves me. Then as we talk, it explains all the ways that long distance will be overwhelmingly hard with very little chance of a happy end state. Which just leads me to suggest a long break while I work out my shit. So while not technically a break up, I don’t know if calling us “together” is anything but dishonest. And this is weeks after it deprioritized our relationship and days after it said that “it was unsure if it still felt the same” after our time doing long distance initially.

Then both of these thing combine mean I still have regular phone calls with my ex who I’m on a break with as it talks about its girlfriend (the ex who doesn’t love me). And I just have to hold in this guilt and sadness and longing as it explains how my ex is going through a rough time but has become exceptionally lovey-dovey towards it. Like fuck. Not only is someone that I love hurting but now I have an ugly feeling of jealousy too. And I can’t do anything about either besides cutting out another person I love who loves me back. (Which my support ass will NOT do)

And I’m trying to be a better person; focusing on my career and myself is so hard though. I just wanna download a dating app and just hook up with people until something inside me fixes it self.

I apologize for any spelling mistakes. I’m trying to get this bad feeling out as fast as possible so I can get back to the studies that I have fallen behind on.

[boringkate]

Saying sorry too often is a symptom of having a breedable butthole.

[elliespectacular]

everyone just found out how you jrek off. yep. every detail. they know what your jelking to, what you look at, what you're looked up, what you're thinking when you do it, and the intricacies of your techniques. they even have a catalogue of exact times you jerked of. and lemme tell you, they are pleased as punch. ecstatic, even. couldnt be happler with your performance. they're going to crown you king or queen of heaven (or they)

[pokeballvictim]

I think my favorite part of that accidental dominance thing is the shame. You're looking down at her. Your friend, your trusted companion, this strong, beautiful woman that you admire so much is on her knees, panting, her eyes clouded, overflowing with need and desire, completely unable and unwilling to deny you. Something rises with in you, something base and visceral and irresistible. Oh no, you realize to yourself, with growing apprehension and anticipation and desire, as you realize that you're losing your ability to hold yourself back. This... this might be bad.

[pokeballvictim]

It's really really really really really hot when one of your companions, who is very principled and dignified and also a secret sadist with a crush on you happens to have an automatically activated brainwashing power that she doesn't have perfect control of or activates as a consequences of some other ability. It's very very important to her that everyone understands she will only use her powers for good, and she doesn't even want to mind control anyone, but god you're just so cute when you can't think and you're humping her leg and really, no one could really resist in that situation, right? And if she starts, maybe, accidentally letting her control slip more and more, well, then, who could blame her?

[ace-trainer-alice]

With scenes playing with unawareness, performative or total, or normalizing things, or changing names, or any kind of dystonic play, there comes a moment where your subject will hit some disconnect. The point where it realizes what's happening.

Its sense of self will hit a rock in the road and spring a leak. It'll subtract five from two and realize the answer is three. One step further on the inferential pipeline, it'll stand above the open air off the cliff and wonder if it might be a good idea to look down.

You'll watch on its face as it starts to feel concern, or worry, or fear, or just frustration. The ends of its mouth will twist in confusion or consternation. It'll look up at you with wide eyes asking you what's going on. And with its head and mind in your fingers full of twisted love, you'll look down at it.

In that moment, you'll get to observe one of my favorite expressions of power. Telling your sub not to worry. Don't think about that. It's fine.

Maybe it'll just take a tap, telling it no, and it'll fall away from the gap and continue blissful empty submission. Or maybe you'll have to distract it. Dig a finger into a purple button and hear it moan screams. Remind it that 2 plus 2 is, in fact, 5 and duct tape the gap.

The brain is a truly adaptive device, in its ability to internalize one's contradictory commands.

I love that feeling. Raw power over another's reality. Maybe in the back of its mind it knows what's really going on, but in that moment, watching it return to my fantasy, the feeling of power is electricity thrumming in the air.