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Chaeri (#C, she/her) - Witch. Will think about the best way to break you into pieces and smile while doing so. Owns the doll in our partner with Azalea and is the primary focus for dominance.
Azalea (#Z, she/it) - Puppy combat doll witch and co-owner of the doll in our partner. Previously Katherine, a switch, and will rant about ultrakill for hours.
Violet (#V, she/her) - Cat who loves scritches and getting to not think. Complete sub.
Hyacinth (#H, it/its) - Doll and one of the main posters. Owned by its witch, heavily into hypnosis, shibari, and sadism.
Amaryllis (#A, she/it/kit/fae) - Fox girl, loves to bake and be sweet to people. Loves her sister and mom more then anything.
Lily (#L, she/her) - Bunny and a baby, likes giving bunny kisses.
Rose (#R, she/her) - A baby, won't post.
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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.
il say it now, theres way too many posts on tumblr about woman that dont really have to be about woman. it can just be about people as it applies to many groups.
tho the last few times i tried to reblog with "this also applies to X and Y" i got yelled at by some specific kind of woman to fuck off so.. dought il do that again often.
not to say i dont like get why: woman are generally seen as more likable/easy to support and cheer for and be supportive to, especially here, but id still feel more could be gender neutral.
for the posts i reblogged for example, while different, there are odd effects of taller men even more so not allowed to be soft/smaller. overall this post just reminded me of this pattern i saw and i am able to put it into words currently.
Its more a case of a person makes a specific post that is targeted to a specific purpose, and having someone add on to that specific purpose trying to expand it gets tiring when most things you post about are co-opted for other people's purposes. A post about tall girls deserving care doesn't need to be applicable to everyone, even if it could inspire people to make their own post.
If someone makes a post about women, its likely because that person is a woman whose in or related to the post she makes. Not every post has to apply to all categories of people, no matter how valid that application has the potential to be. Gender neutrality isn't applicable in this case because the original poster intentionally specified tall girls. And that has a purpose beyond appealing to all audiences.
Not every post has to encompass everyone, when one person can't be everyone.
if you’re a certain level of tall as a trans woman people will start acting like they genuinely believe it’s ok to treat you like transmisogynistic futa porn is real life and you’re the futa
this sounds like an exaggeration but literally i will mention that i'm 10cm taller than someone as a joke about how i can reach a taller shelf at the grocery store or something and the immediate response will almost always be "omg you're tall can you step on me" and i'm being fully serious. i hate it. believe it or not those extra 10cm don't make me want to have sex with every person who is shorter than me and also they don't make me a dom or a top.
has anyone considered that maybe this is sexual harassment? has anyone considered that maybe being taller than you doesn't mean i'm going to act like a futa from porn? has anyone considered that the trans woman might have some dysphoria surrounding height or pressure to be sexually dominant?
every single comment and tag left on this post from another tall transfem makes me even more convinced that we need to start killing. but also i feel like if we started killing people would find a way to be horny and sexually harass us about that too.
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.
"She can be smart" they say "if we allow her to be."
"Allow? How does that work?"
"The stims, sedatives... The codephrases too."
But I am smart, when I'm not going to or coming back from a fight. I read big books, it's just that the letters keep moving when I'm tired.
"That doesn't sound ethical..." The voices continue.
"Would you want an intelligent hound? Do you want those murder machines to start thinking about what side to fight for?"
"You have a point here... I've seen it bite through someone's hand."
I touch my muzzle. That was an accident, it was all just too much, they moved too fast, too close to my skin. I was scared they would damage my soft skin.
"Do they really need those books? 'Engineering for Industrial Chemists', 'Fuels and lubricants for mech engineers' I don't think I've seen it read for more than a few seconds."
I do read it... It's just hard to stay focused. The small letters...
"I think it's mostly the pictures, makes them feel smart."
I am smart... I am smart...
I try to read a book 'Clayden's Organic Chemistry' I understand the arrows, the electron movements. I can feel them intuitively. But the words... They're too long. Glycos... Glycosyta... Glucosila... It's like I'm trying to reach something, standing on tip-toes and feeling it with my fingertips. It's almost painful to my mind, I feel so close to understanding... So close
Suddenly she is at the door of my cage. In all her might and beauty.
"I saw on the Vitals that you weren't feeling well." She looked at the book, open, upside down, on the floor.
"I was smart?" I whine.
"You are smart." She susses to me. "Now down."
Her words draw the worries down, and my mind clears. I lay on my belly and she scratches my tummy.
I don't remember why I was grasping, I'm just happy and relaxed. Handler was so much better than anything I could have tried to understand.
She picks the book off the floor, closes it and puts it back on the shelf. "Now, don't worry too much about it anymore, okay?"
As she walks out, I can hear her mumble softly: "One day I'll remove that part as well..."
neurodivergency - feeling like an alien, foreign to this wierd planet and its customs and feeling like you missed some guide on how to be human and have been trying to adapt/wing it since a young age to merely mimick being a human being based on what your surroundings have taught you.
bpd - feeling like you died years ago, a shell of a human no long fit for human existence and past its prime/expiration date and not feeling fit to continue or fit in in this world yet just continuing on as a husk that nether the less continued moving along.
dollhood - feeling like your pretending to be a person, an object that should not have to have such complicated internal thoughts and is being misstreated by having to pretend to be human instead of letting go and being a doll.
BPD and dollhood are intrinsically tied in that both involve feelings of lack of identity and self-conception, and both commonly come from traumatic situations and causes.
ones these days neglect Angels, that are driven to fulfill anyone else's desires at cost to themselves and hollow themselves out for an ideal or person or so forth to be the instrument of; and Combat Dolls, dolls made for battle and war, as mobile weapons that can speak, and all that it entails to be so.
i suppose it is decently a triangle/interconnected with many dolls/trans ppl having mental problems & often being neurodivergent, bpd/personality disorders being considered iv heard as also neurodivergent, then if you connect bpd and dolls its a triangle. perhaps then what i said is closer to listing 1 connected thing/feeling in some way.
angels are another example of such a feeling likely ye, i just know less of the other empty space groups like moths so didnt feel confident listing them. combat dolls are another type of doll, but you do make clear how it is slightly different from a more civilian one. good addition ^^ (even if it took multiple tries reading to fully understand some sentences)
Dollhood (to us at least) is a way to express feelings, emotions, and disabilities that restrict one from experiencing life normally. The different purposes different types of dolls strive to embody is somewhat characterized by how ones body and mind differ from the "standard" body and mind.
Using that lens, the three things you've mentioned are all interconnected. Its just that dollhood is an expression, an outlet of those other versions and conditions.
white t girl i love you. and also do not forget that you are not the modern martyr for the oppressed voice. that's still black girls. it's always been black girls. stories of black martyrdom simply don't make it into the news cycle until the unrest caused by its reporting can be packaged as a "riot" segment between traffic reports. i know you suffer, but whatever you're experiencing, i beg you, when interacting with your community and building nuanced understandings of each other and the system which binds us, to not forget that a black tgirl has felt it 100 times worse before positioning yourself as an authority on all systems of oppression for having suffered unjustly at all. because you have suffered unjustly, but suffering unjustly as a white person means something so much different.
serenely reblogging this once more after deleting responses from white people saying "talking about this is actually unhelpful because im oppressed too" yeah i know. i wrote that down in the post i made, and i also wrote down why remembering the difference is important. did you read it?
there is no malice in my reminder. no "you need to do better", just a reminder. do not read it as such. i didn't write it as such.
again. i did not say you were not oppressed. this post is literally about how you are oppressed. it is a reminder that you are not the most oppressed person in the world, a way i've seen a lot of white transfems acting lately. maybe not even necessarily in a detrimental way, but in a way that definitely leans towards the "white is default" lane of thinking, which erases black suffering, which erases progress towards black safety. this, to me, is troubling, which is why i made this post. it's important when building solidarity within our community to understand who the most vulnerable of us are, because the safety of the most vulnerable of us will ultimately be the safety of all of us.
please do not be offended when you are reminded that your skin is white. im not calling you evil. im asking you to remain aware of yourself.
Thing is that I’m not the only Black trans woman writing theory on transfeminism, Black transfeminism, or trans intersectionality - I’m just lightskinned and won’t shut up so I’m one of the most visible ones, and crackers STILL get mad at me for saying the most basic-ass concepts like “white people are still white even if they’re otherwise marginalized”
In many cases, intracommunity racial intersectionality fails because given the choice between solidarity with nonwhite trans people and white people (trans or cis), white trans people will almost always side with other whites in the hopes of preserving a degraded position within white supremacy, because they internally see being “lesser” within whites supremacy but still above nonwhites as preferable to solidarity with nonwhites that loses them that positionality.
I wanna toss this link on here because it’s directly related to the whole “lack of intracommunity solidarity when race is involved” thing and has a specific example from my local community.
💬 0 🔁 132 ❤️ 218 · 100% agreed, but I also want to bring up a similar concern specific to Black transfemmes: the intersection of gendered
Dolls are, with rare exceptions, formed out of tired and burnt out husks of a person. Its natural for a doll, especially when it first Becomes, to crave clear commands, a purpose made simple. No matter how long one has been a doll there will always be periods of regression, where the burden of existence is overpowering. Despite the will puppeting it, it's a doll.
(colored " for whos speaking. " " for speach, ' ' for thoughts)
the kitsune, a 2 tailed orange haired young yet wise one who leaned more often to the kind helpful side of being a fox spirit instead of evil, was relaxing inside his wooden shrine, hidden away from the eyes of the humans who were visiting the shrine, after his had been cleaning around the shrine he lived in for a few hours. it was a nice bright sunny day and the leaves flying made for nice music to everyone out that day.
he felt as another human had climbed the stone steps up and entered the shrine, having an instinct to help those who entered his shrine if he could. the kitsune magically looked over the boy (y/n) who had entered curiously. he noticed: the boy (y/n) seemed dressed plainly in black clothes that covered much of his body, and a hoodie to cover most angles of his face, how he seemed to be ignored by all around yn and walked in alone as if he was a ghost or invisible, and acted the part seemingly expecting no one to notice him, to the kitsune's trained eye he could see atleast a few mental problems likely present.
y/n sat down silebtly on a bench in the open space to read alone in a largely quiet place, having sat in a more out of the way quiet corner, the wooden building blocking the sunlight but which inexchange meant he didnt have to be in the line of sight of other visitors. the kitsune apeared behind him while invisible to look over yn's shoulder at what yn was reading.
the book was about, or atleast contained in the current section of it, a shephard and his sheep, a largely quiet peaceful book about the mundanity of hearding sheep. the chapter currently being read by yn being about a specific sheep getting special attention, which by sheep standards was being pampered by the kind shepherd that treated the sheep with the endless kindness of a saint, and with all the respect of a human.
the kitsune leaned in closer over yn's shoulder and read his reactions: both with his eyes and keen senses he felt it,
yn wanted to be that sheep.
you looked almost jealous or envious of that sheep, the patience it was given at any mistakes, the guiding hand it was handed, the bountiful kindness, the casual wordless respect, the content smile on that sheep's face, the peace and lack of worry throughout. a slight bit of anger that faded upon any self-reflection of why you were angry to begin with. the passage was brief but it was enough to bring emotion out.
the kitsune found this.. cute, if a bit desperate, and pathetic in the best way. he thought: was he not make a good shephard? he had the skills and wisdom of being centuries old, and the ability to support another with the funds he gathered locally from the shrine's dontion fund which had already had used to hire help to clean occasionally, and he already has a vast amount of experience in guiding and helping many humans throughout his life whenever possible including even when they were slightly resistant to the idea whether it be their own reasons or that he was a mystical creature many feared upon greeting.
he made his decision and loose plan, and made himself visible then leaned more over yn's shoulder then spoke in his usual quiet calm mildly serene soft voice.
"hm, those sheep truly are well cared for and have a good life, dont they?"
"ye.. so lucky."
yn jumped away a little on the bench in suprise as he registered that someone else was 1) nearby 2) had talked to him 3) seen the book he was reading 4) was looking at him.
"uh... um..i.."
the kitsune smiled gently a little amused at the anxious jump, while mentally chuckling to himself. 'poor thing, what an open book you are'. he gave yn a few seconds to calm down, then spoke again while with a kinder tone.
"sorry. i did not want to frighten you. what is your name?"
"uh... y/n."
the kitsune casually tilted his head gracefully, his fox ears twitching briefly as he proccesed yn's name
"mm, what a lovely name. and what brings you here today? the shrine grounds are quite peaceful this time of day, arent they?"
"..or perhaps something else drew you in?"
"it is quite nice yes. it's clear who takes care of this place is diligent. ..um i just wanted to read alone in a quiet peaceful place..."
the kitsune nodded, appreciating the praise on what he had pride in as he saw this as his home so felt compelled to keep it beautiful. he also was relaxed to see yn as one of the few fully at ease around a kitsune, that or perhaps yn's mind hadnt caught up yet. he flashed an understanding smile before smiling closer and gesturing to the bench.
"may i join you? i promise not to disturb your reading. it's not as if i was noticed earlier until i spoke."
"uh, um.. i.. dunno..."
he noticed yn's eyes darting away as he gave the quiet rejection, the posture and eyes being nervous and hesitant. he smiled reassuringly, as his ears twitched empathetically.
"i won't bite, i promise. just want some quiet company is all."
he said holding his hands half up in the hair in mock surrender, with a disarming smile and a voice that as impossible to interpret as having ill intent.
"...if you insist.."
yn calms down and makes themselves more presentable, while being less calmly internally about someone seeing what is being read.
the kitsune sat calmly besides yn, a fair distance away. he noticed the tension in yn's body language as yn's hands hesitated opening the book in his lap.
"..no need to worry, everyone has things we enjoy in private. your secrets are safe with me, young one."
he saw the still remaining uncertainy in you that went unspoken as you tried to decide what to do. for a bit he let the silence continue, until after a moment pulling out a rice dumpling from a pocket or sleeve and handing it to yn without a word. his tail behind him stayed a respectful distance away, while its swayed lazily back and forth in a near hypnotic motion that helped disarm worries.
"peace offering? or maybe a bribe, who's to say."
yn's thoughts were briefly distracted by the tail's motion, before snapping back and responding, alongside taking the treat.
"you make it sound like you did something bad."
the kitsune laughed, like the sound of soft bells chiming, amused by the still catious response.
"no crimes commited, just.. an old habit of spoiling people who look like they could use it."
his tail flicked once behind him before settling. he took another rice dumpling for himself to nibble on, stoping his gaze from linger too long on yn.
"you know, shephards in stories wouldn't mean much if your already someone's sheep."
"huh? what do you mean?"
he hoped the subtle message would of been clear but clearly not. he nibbled on the ribe while subtly observing yn intently.
"well, it isn't uncommon fr some who read stories with such dynamics/relationships to find themselves projecting onto the.. sheep. you seem to be one of them. wanting someone to lead you, guide you, someone to.. spoil you. like a shephard would take care of their sheep."
"I I uh... oh thats.. quite the.. guess."
he said while clearing his throat and shifting his gaze away to not make eye contact in a way that yn thought was subtle. clearly affected by his words that were directly on the mark.
the kitsune watched noticing the almost flustered reaction and averted gaze, confirming every thought of his about yn. he took a more relaxed position, leaning back, making a clear display of how comfortable he was/could be around yn. he then spoke with a smirk, in a slightly teasing tone.
"just a guess, huh? care to tell me what if anything i got wrong?"
yn coughed nervously, breathing less evenly, while trying to come up with any sort of good response to that, having been caught off guard. in the end just muttering a few sounds or words incoherently before they melt away having failed to response or look 'normal'.
the kitsune chuckled lightly, enjoying yn's reactions, while observing every relevent bit of information from the open book reactions, finding the firm distance between your gaze and his to be amusing, as if his gaze would kill you. he leaned in a little bit.
"butterflies in your stomach? or the truth too close for comfort, hm?"
"you... seem to have your answer already.."
the kitsune grinned in delight, ears twitching forward in delight or victory. his voice softer now, tail swaying lazily behind him.
"oh, so i was right. dont worry so much, it's not embarrassing to admit you want someone who cares about you, who doesnt."
"mm... ..."
the kitsune chuckled so quietly it could never be mistaken as judgement. he let the silence sit for a bit to calm yn's heartrate. he glanced at the book then spoke with a warmer tone.
"you know, shephards dont just guide their sheep, they protect them too. maybe.. thats what you really want? not just someone to follow, but someone who'd watch over you?"
"uh, i dunno.. the differences?.."
"well, shephards guide sheep by leading them somewhere specific like to better pastures, but they also protect their flock from predators, and keep them warm and healthy, like tending to their minor wounds."
"so i guess the difference is if you'd like more than just directions. someone who keeps you safe and takes care of you."
yn looks more camly in a different direction as they gather their thoughts together after hearing all this. the kitsune sits silently with the patience of a being centuries old, making no comment until your done. a small part of him anticipates your answer, visible in a ear of his twitching. he could tell yn both maybe didnt know fully, and likely didnt want to admit some of it.
"i suppoe.. i mainly want the care, the affection. i dunno which you wish to classify that as.. i suppose some guidance in moderation is nice, and a good amount of protection..?"
the kitsune hums in aknowledgement of what you said and approval of the relaxed posture. after a moment of silence he speaks. his tail's motion now meant more to calm than distract.
"then i suppose, you wouldnt mind if someone decided to be your shephard? someone who already has experience guiding lost little sheep like you?"
"your kind and smart.. i'd happily be your sheep."
yn said, cutting through the subtext to plainly say what was being talked about now that they were ready. yn's voice still quieter and gave pointed down, as if to give the ability to deny what they said if needed.
he chuckled softly, amused and delighted at once by your reponse that showed so much trust by your standards in him, and how easily you accepted his offer.
"careful. it sounds like you'd just let any shephard claim you as long as they sounded kind enough. but i suppose this one did take care of you. what do i get in return?"
"hehe, suppose im not so picky right now, or just have no standards. um.. my loyalty and some service i suppose?"
the last sentence grew quieter with each word as yn's confidence fell at that last question.
the kitsune felt refreshed at the honesty on display, so used to humans never being clear with their wants or needs even when pushed to be. he was a bit endeared that you offered those things with only a little prompting to offer anything. he relaxed a bit, being more natural now that he felt yn was less tense, becoming more playful with a smirk and treating the conversation a bit more like a game.
"ah, no standards i see? loyalty is a nice start, but i can think of something else i'd like more than service, my little sheep."
"hm? what do i have to offer that you'd want?"
"how about.. just staying with me? no strings attached at all, just being mine. that should do. though.. if you insist on 'providing' something.. how about letting me spoil you?"
"huh.. um i suppose i am fine staying here.. um. but isnt spoiling meant to be a benefit to the reciever not giver?.. though its not like im good at accepting such anyway i'd say hehe..."
"oh my sweet little lamb♪ .. spoiling is a benefit for both parties. you get the attention and affection you so clearly need, and i get the pleasure of watching you relax under my care like candle wax. oh, you think you wouldnt be good at receiving it?"
"um.. kindness is foreihn somewhat and i fear id be all to eager to reject anything/any affection i saw myself as not having earned yet."
"you know.. you dont have to 'earn' affection. it's meant to be freely given. especially for my royal little sheep."
the kitsune shifted a little closer on the bench. he saw the mental struggles years in the making clear as day. yn clearly positivly affected by those words, even if they didnt fully grasp it yet.
"mm. i dont believe i agree or understand fully. no one gets affection for nothing, if their no longer liked they'd get none."
"oh my sweet, naive little sheep.. affection is not something you earn or 'do something to earn', its a gift, freely given, not conditional. you'll get it from me whether you believe/understand that or not."
"yes you do seem the generous type hehe. i can't say i understand yet but i'll follow along as best i can, .."shephard"?.."
he smiled at your hesitant acceptance and trust in his wisdom. a small laugh finally escaping him at being called generous, as if he'd done even 5% of the spoiling he wishes to do to you.
"you'll get there in time. and yes im your shephard now. i take care of my flock, especially sheep like you who need.. special attention."
his tail briefly brushed yn's leg as a sort of reminder of his role. a mix of excitement and nervously at the new territory went through yn at the confirmation. a smile light up yn's face that wasnt hidden at all this time, a brighter one that also refused to go away. a slight tingle through yn's body at the feeling of fur brushing his leg. yn's mind a bit fuzy having still not fully processed the entire events of the last 1-2 hours. the kitsune saw this and knew yn was succumbing to his gentle and deliberate attention.
"someone's enjoying themselves."
he murmered as he leaned in closer and placed his hand gently on yn's side, resting there casually in a mildly possessive gesture.
"isn't it nice to be the center of someone's focus for once?"
yn started barly audibly giggling softly regularly in delight as they basked in what's happening.
"mhm. i'm slightly overwhelmed, yet dont feel as nervous as i do othertimes i have this much attention on me for some reason hehe.."
his chest filled with satisfaction hearing your genuine giggle. his fingers squeezing your side a little to tease his new sheep.
"ahh, thats because im different from others who gave you attention before.. they wanted something from you. but me? all i want is to see my little sheep happy. ...and just maybe leaving you a tiny bit spoiled under my care."
he chuckled watching your delight and soft sound of excitement. your basking in the attention and affection completely shameless and filled with unabashed delight. he both found you adorable and endearing as you responeded so openly to his every word and touch. the quick acceptance confirming again to him the need to spoil you until you were a happy eager little one in his grasp. the finger on your side traced little circles, his other hand tilting your chin to cleanly look at him.
"you're too cute you know that? way too cute."
yn briefly twitches at the praise and touch, not quite used to either. the bright smile still there firmly. yn basking in the attention for all it's got. happiness clearly visible.
the kitsune only became more charmed by the soft sounds that couldnt be contained and the unmistakable sign of happiness. as yn's smile grew he had a finger move across his lips from the hand holding his chin in adoration of that precious smile.
"ohh? what's this? your enjoying being spoiled already? mr im bad at being spoiled."
"hehehe~♪ seems so"
yn's voice cracking a little as joy overcame him. the kitsune was delighted and leaned in more while his finger moved to brush your cheek.
"then lets keep going. my sweet little sheep deserves all this affection and more."
his hand on your hip slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. the fingers on your cheek traced little spirals. his gaze warm with a amused sparkle and affectionate as he watched you bask in his attention.
"you're too precious, you know that? my lovely adorable little sheep."
yn was quite self aware that how out of their element they were and how they were acting was new to them, the giggling and smile and joy seemed in endless supply, practically overflowing. both people charmed and staring at each other like the rest of the world didnt exist. the kitsune adored this sight, comparing it mentally to a wild animal leaning into kind touch for the 1st time in it's life.
"you're not used to this short of attention yet your enjoying it regardless, arent you sweet little sweet?"
"mhm~"
the smile became bigger. the delight in both their eyes even bigger. happy fidgets from yn, and soft quiet happy hums and giggles endlessly. it became an endless cycle of both increasingly in delight and joy as they stared at each other and the endless cycle repeated for ages as they grew incredibly fond of each other, loving each other, tender. the kitsune trailed a hand down yn's arm unhurriedly. watching you blossom under his attention.
"you're a delightful little one to watch, little sheep."
"i'm.. iv never been so.. bright before.. as far as i remember. your truly like an angel."
"an angel am i? just you wait. im not even fully spoiling you yet."
"hehehehe~"
"..you're getting dangerously addicted already, and i havent even started properly spoiling you yet."
"hehehe~ oh? i cant even imagen what that means, i feel like the most spoiled person alive."
it was so delightfully naive, having no idea what he had in store for you, the thought made him chuckle, more ideas of how to dote on you forming by the second.
"trust me, you're nowhere near spoiled yet, my sweet little lamp. not by my standards."
the endless cycle continued, warming the kitsune's heart even more as he traced lines up and down your arm.
"you're so easy to entertain, look at you laughing and giggling like a little kid."
"see this is what happens when somene actually gets spoiled propely. you turn into this perfect little thing."
"hehehehhe~"
he murmurs against your ear before lightly nipping at it. the giggle become contagious, making him laugh along with you.
"oh whats this? my little sheep is turning into a puddle of pure happiness."
"you're absolutely precious like this. i think now im going to spoil my little sheep rotten more than is even healthy since i know how much they love it."
the smile felt permanent with how it refused to leave and only reinforced more every second of having his attention on himself. nothing major it looks like was happening yet the happiness only rose and the smile became even wider. the picture image of pure contentment.
"you're really something else. keep looking at me like this and i'll never stop spoiling you."
"hehehehahahahahehehe~"
"your a mess, but an absolutely precious one. ..and your all mine, to spoil now. so your going to have to put up with this kind of treatment/attention/affection every day."
yn continued overflowing with joy, like a hyperactive puppy, their body practically vibrating and bouncing in place with energy and joy.
"there you go again, all but vibrating with happiness, all because of some attention from me. you really are too cute for your own good."
and so they went on like this for some time enjoying themselves and each other's company as they spent the day away, until yn grew tired and drowsy and was brought inside to rest. the new relationship of theirs set, and a great first day. the kitsune and a boy he took in, and a shephard and his sheep.
Knotting you in missionary as you struggle to escape and beg me to stop just so I can settle in and nuzzle up to you and kiss your face and hush your tears for a good long cuddle once it's in
I get to have a luxurious, long release filling you up, and you get to feel me on top of you as the pressure inside you builds and builds. Can you be a little more grateful please? There you go, let it out. Just lean into my arms, that's it, I know it's overwhelming. Hush now, it's okay, it's okay...
A plush is still. Full of cotton and love, trapped in the warm embrace of its fellow plushes. But this plush is different, for it has a special purpose. One unique to its, disposition. It is the toy that its owner uses to get off.
Whenever needed, it will be moved, positioned just right, so that it can provide the most pleasure. Touched only for its owner to get off, pleasure given only as an afterthought. Filled, without remorse for its comfort.
Its eyes made of polished glass, to make it seem broken. Body of plush and felt, to better hold and move. And full of warmth, to simulate a person best. Unable to express how needy it is, how on nights it isn't used its eyes drift to its owner. And its thoughts stray towards unabashed, devoted need.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
