she/her and some others that might appear to you out of a dreamlike haze. over 20. I talk about SEX stuff so you shouldn't follow me if you're under 18. | tgirl sheep who might post about: transfeminism, weird books, smut, sex that makes your bodymind go funny. my impulsive stringing words together blog slash authorial blog. pretty colours-bait sub trying to learn to domme because it's so so interesting
imagine you had a restless need to tear things into their little constituent bits. okay now imagine these things were weird unsavoury sex things and the tearing apart was talking about them. you eventually come to a tumblr bog: a place where you can post long and cutesy screeds in peace. A restless sense takes you, as if creeping into your body through your digits and throat and eyes... Dancing in front of your eyes, coaxing them forwards with you, a colourful fog rolling in all around. The restlessness demands you go deeper, figure out what this bolg is. who is 'running' it? what's with this place?
and why does it feel that you can only truly express yourself here?
THE GIRL WHO COULD HAVE BEEN THE GIRL WHO COULD HAVE BEEN
The name I use here is Ceres 'Cee' Dysnomia, and all who dare look upon me swear eternal devotion
I dommed myself into starting HRT and it turned me into a problem, a visual bug, a thing of endless fixation. I try to make myself the tastemaker intersection of numerous transfeminist takes, of those the dubious: i centre niche fiction of earnestly mixed quality. Books of the mind, books of the vivid sense, books of self-stimming, books of human asterisk identity, books of the body. i like women. there should be more of them...
Interests! i read about autism quite a bit, critically and fictionwise. Something happened to Autism. Fun to try and put what into words.
There are other neurodivergences going on with me, too, sure. If this way of describing a 'Bog' isn't implying it already, I derealise often, plus some other stuff. Makes me interested in reality. Labels, labels; I think doing science on the human brain is cool to attempt but also commonly really really bad and evil.
I do not believe in the human soul. I do not believe there is a human afterlife. don't try to sell me a bridge i'm not a big bridge fan, personally,
I write! I get excited talking about my process. It's fun!
okay but specifically the sex stuff though
the kinks helps you with posting
It's like this: I like the sensation of falling within your own mind. I like the sensation of 'Oh. I really *cant* move that limb. That's dangerous.'
So, hypnosis, some intox. You can find altered mindsets in a lot of kinks, though: bratting and denying what you want until overwhelmed with someone's scent and you can admit how good it feels... being groped while bound up until your brain turns the fuck off...
I want you to believe that your mind has something to offer: that there is a unique perspective only you can provide. I want you to think about all the little sensations that you feel and value and nostalgIatise, even casually, and think of weird ways to hypnohorny them. I want you to wander inside of your mind and wonder what you could put there.
I'm more philosophical than I am dommy, but I'm trying to get dommier. I'm a very cute sub and you love me, though. I'll highlight or play off of asks I get that I think are interesting or cute or well-written. I'm not really truly out here on Tumblr Dot Co m looking for lengthy roleplay (and I am never exclusive!), but little bits can be fun. Mutuals can try and play around with me I think that could be cute.
Note that your odds of getting much attention are worse you're a guy.
Despite my brand, I don't want to be sent spirals and such by randoms.
bog-standard Ward against the Parasocial: worn, weathered, well-used. Carved haphazard by a hand shaken with our time's excited panic for the targeted obfuscative: 'if we could just make-act decent...'
The push and pull of it is that I make fun but this is also a serious authorial bog, sometimes! I'll post stuff I make for fun or for glory here, including writing snippets when I think it's fun to post snippets.
Cool Tags
you'll see [#.cee/sx] often. perhaps, somehow, you/re here and want to filter that one out? if you're that rare type of account then, like, i actually think that's cool and fun you can tell me
You may want to filter [#contains induction] if you're sensitive to catching strays from hypno content! I'll try and be diligent about that.
[#.cee/performing the genre] documents my ventures into posting in the Hypnosmut Mode, for fun or titillation
[#.cee/lene] and [#.cee/laine] document my OCs made for this account. Whom you love. you love my Cool Lore
[#.cee/thinking aloud] is for when I try to talk myself into being more into something, get excited about something, have fun with the loose concept of a kink.
[#.cee/the girl who giggles behind masks] is for character-based funnyposting. I'm pretty proud of some of these!
[#.cee/hypnosis is] represents my attempts to figure out what hypnosis is! if you like posts about someone spiraling into a topic and trying to sound smart about it, you can come with me on the journey of reading about hypnosis and trying to figure it out in various configurations of flowery or analytical language together...
[#.cee/retrospectives] is me getting analytical or flowery about cool sex things that have happened to me! if you want to pry into my life or read my live opinions-forming as i explore kink.
Boundaries: Don'ts
Get frustrated about how I treat asks. it's literally chill and you're literally just submitting ideas to my Gay Post mill. You're signing up for the gamble
i'm not responsible for the things that you do in the bedroom as a result of finding my posts hot
perform being angry/upset at me, especially for not getting enough attention, not backing off when asked
'It's not real': a polaroid of the rare plush dog that hasn't been fucked. Inverse, a comforting reminder with a barrage of simulative skinship: "take care of yourself for me! Back out whenever you need! xoxoxo"
Boundaries: I Don't Go Theres That Have Come Up Recently
it's chill. just respect me, okay?
I'm not your little sister.
THE POSTS DON'T DO GOOD FOR SOCIETY AND THAT'S A CEEP GUARENTEEP. ALSO SOMETIMES THEY'RE TRYING TO BE FUNNY MORE THAN HOT OR INTERESTING. A LOT OF THEM ARE LIKE THAT IF I'M BEING REAL
hello! my name is illi/A and i am a disabled indigenous lesbian with diagnosed Multiple Sclerosis who needs help.
So, with that in mind: I AM CROWDFUNDING FOR A WHEELCHAIR FOR DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH!!!!
WHY? because! i have severe degenerative nerve damage that is severely disabling and detrimental to my life. currently i struggle to remain seated in most chairs. i am losing function in my dominant hand and cannot write, hold utensils, or even play video games. i am becoming extremely depressed as a result of my rapidly worsening condition. i have been in need of mobility aids since i was 18, progressing from canes to walkers, and now to a wheelchair.
i am also very poor. because of my disability, i can only work odd jobs. i have been denied food stamps and medicaid. so i'm asking for help in getting a renewed lease on life
SO with that out of the way: the chair i'm interested in is $299 with $70 shipping. i am gonna crowdfund intensely in the hopes of getting my legs before september, so i can be a participant in my life again.
every donation and reblog helps more than you could imagine. thank you for reading!!!! i love you <3
can we stop treating mages as the party toy. im sick and tired of being laughed at and kicked to my knees every time i suggest one of the many ways i can help the party. i just dont fucking underst-lgkl glk glkglk
You know, I hadn't quite, Understood the true Depths of my Co-Dependency until someone went " Hey I Would Like To Take Credit For The Person You Now Are " and as it turns out I have basically wanted nothing more ever? Odd.
rick and morty style television show but it is just me hanging out in the reality where "girls will be girls" is a good reason why i'm mating pressing a princess in public
like once an episode they try to hint at the deeper psychosexual ramifications of my constant hedonism and then i cum like with my dick pressed directly against the back of a girls throat and i dont follow up on any of it
theyre really trying to get some semblance of morality shoehorned in there but the problem is when "evil mez" showed up we just frotted through our panties for eight hours
She's looking at you with that wide-eyed look that makes you feel less like her Cat and more like some sort of Bug.
You've kind of stopped worrying about the fact that at the very beginning of all of this, you were not a Cat or a Bug, but a girl.
She found you..... Well, that's swimmy and warm and hard to grasp. She insists that she found you, cold and naked and alone, huddled under her porch on the verge of death. Some part of you, most of you now, agrees that's what happened.
But another, flickering part, somewhere deep protests. You had been looking for a phone to use, since yours had died at the bus stop so many hours ago. She had opened the door, and you had sunk, and...
She pushes her middle and ring into your mouth, lips pursed tersely and gaze quizzical as she pushes back to just barely brush your gag reflex. The memories blow away as she puffs a warm breath of air across your face, blowing until you're snapped from your reverie with a little "mrrrrh?"
Her fingers bob slowly, picking up speed. The sound of your sucking slowly transitions to a wet 'shlk shlk shlk' as your Witch's fingers coat with your saliva. Pretty soon, she's forcing your head down slightly, pushing hard enough against your jaw to wedge your mouth open and cover your front with drool.
"You, Remembered?"
Your teeth tense absently against her skin, until her nails find that patch at the base of your spine tail and she scratches, and you're reduces to gummy purring. Drool puddles against her clothes.
"I'll, take that, as the Yes that it is?"
She furrows her brow, the pale of her skin offset by the printer-toner black of her sweater vest. She is talking to herself, because you're just her Cat, and you can't respond back except to purr wetly. She just likes pontificating.
"You, don't do That so much these days," she mumbles, placing her fingertips to either side of your head. One feels cool, and wet from where your personality was purring out around her fingers. The other is... well, it's Your Witch.
You are a simple Cat. Your Witch is everything, and her touch feels like it.
Her fingertips are glittering as they press in, gently at first, to your temples. Then, there's a popping snap behind your eyes, and....
Her fingers sink into your brain by way of your temples, hot and slick from spit, covered in new ideas and new names and new thoughts, that she starts massaging in with slow spirals. Your Witch is pushing the new You into your brain. All is Well.
"I was Worried, I had Broken the part that... Thinks. It's, the part that.... tries to Run, after all."
Her fingertips hook against some ephemeral, vital part of your humanhood, and she starts tugging. "But what, She, wants.... is Very different from what I want. So....."
You can feel her pulling at the fringes of your logical process. Your human personality, splitting apart like old, starchy, dry rotted lace.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip!
Every moment before the one you're currently spending in Her lap falls away.
"Let's just see, what, I can get you to Beg For with a little, Positive Mental Refactoring~"
see it's just hard to want to get into age regression when the moment I get a little less mature everyone, even those who have made promises, offers, etc, get upset when they're not been presented with something cute and fluffy and teethless. Even though I'm literally still trying to be nice and cute most of the time? And yet something I do toggles the perception of the Immutable Flaw back on, even for trans people who have sworn off judging girls for such things. It's fucking odd is what it is. anyone know what that is. is this tbing on
see it's just hard to want to get into age regression when the moment I get a little less mature everyone, even those who have made promises, offers, etc, get upset when they're not been presented with something cute and fluffy and teethless. Even though I'm literally still trying to be nice and cute most of the time? And yet something I do toggles the perception of the Immutable Flaw back on, even for trans people who have sworn off judging girls for such things. It's fucking odd is what it is. anyone know what that is. is this tbing on
it's always really sad when one of your panel 2 mutuals clearly wishes it was a panel 1 mutual but it's too broken and defeated already and doesn't know how to regain those skills. kinda cute, though.
the world is full of tall girls that exude smallness in every way. soft voice a whispered apology, hunched shoulders trying to hide themselves, a beautiful flowing dress stating the desire to be desired. and in every movement and choice she's screaming to be seen this way. just once. held, protected, covetted like something small and precious.
the thing nobody wants to hear is that no matter how much taller she is than you, no matter how much she looks like your perfect ideal of a "dommy mommy," you could give her all the things she needs right now. you dont need to be taller than her to protect her. to comfort her. to treat her like the delicate woman she is. if this woman is in your life right now, and youre shoving her into the same box every other person on the planet is shoving her into, you need to stop right now or you need to stop breathing.
would you get defensive of me when I show the hairline cracks of how I've been hurt. would you want to kill every adult who did all that to me when I show a sign of it without even realising it. does having to ask if it was okay that I came make you *more* attracted to me, somehow. can I call you mum. if I said some of the real fucked up anecdotes would you get angry on my behalf while I look up at you with big uncertain eyes not sure what reaction you'll have. did you know there's nothing more attractive to me than a girl who gets angry on my behalf. do you realise how easy it would be to manipulate me once you slot into my life in that role
[executing on a really bad idea voice] hey impressionable tgirl, if you really think about it isn't kyubey a classic kind of plushie snuffdoll just like you
