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[redthornragdoll]

Welcome to Hell...Well, Mine Anyway...

You could find me any place and it would look out of place. Not brave enough to be bad, but sad enough to stay outside in the smoking room.

This is a place to dump my pain so that it doesn't consume me...

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[redthornragdoll]

Why the Christian's Love Fences So Much

Trigger Warning: gore, mutilation

When I went back to visit my old high school, Northwest Christian, I had gone into the office to talk to one of the administrators. I told the lady behind the desk that I was writing a paper on cultural phenomenon within small town communities.

She had laughed at me and said that it was odd that I considered Lacey a "small town".

"Well, it used to be," I said, "and in some ways still is. Everybody knows everybody else one way or another. It all comes down to asking the right questions."

She looked at me then, a furrow between her eyebrows as if she hadn't considered this before.

"By the way," I went on, eager to change the subject at get to the matter at hand, "why did you guy's put a fence up?"

She blinks at me. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"The fence that's around the school's property. That wasn't here when I was a freshman, we just had a gate that the staff would lock at night. I always thought it was weird because you could just go around the gate if you really wanted to get in."

"Oh, that," she says, no longer confused and clearly glad to be discussing a subject she understands. "We put that in a few years ago. The principle thought it would be best if the kids didn't wander too far from the school. Plus, there were homeless that were trying to set up camp around the small crop of trees over by the grade school. We had to keep calling the police to have them escorted off the premises, and that got tiresome after a while, so the fence was installed." She smiles at me. "It's been much easier to manage since we made that decision."

I smile back at her, politely, but something in my eyes must be telling because she looks momentarily rattled. "That's typical," I say in a offhanded manner. "The logic of this establishment has always been that if you keep the world out then the world won't be able to affect the way you want to see it."

She frowns again, and I know that I've unsettled her. "What do you mean?" she asks, her tone carefully respectful.

"I mean that you're not the only religious establishment to put a fence around your..." I search for the word, then shrug and say the only one that comes to mind, "business."

She's looking confused again, so I decide to go on.

"It's the thesis of my paper, 'Why the Christian's Love Fences So Much'. It's a working title, so don't judge me too harshly."

"I wouldn't..." she says, but I can tell that I've piqued her curiosity.

"My other grade school did much the same thing back in 2011," I go on because I know she won't pry but is eager to know, nonetheless. "Evergreen Christian, over on the west side."

"Oh," she says brightly, "I've heard of that school. Second best next to us."

"If you've heard of it then you must have also heard of the reason why they put their fence up?" I ask.

She falters. "I...don't think I had. I'm not originally from here so..."

I shrug. "That's okay. Unless you're a local you wouldn't know. Now, when I was going to school there we didn't have a fence. During recess times we were just let loose onto the playground and soccer field, nothing but peet gravel and a dense forest beyond. They used to get so mad at us, the recess monitors, for trying to go into those woods. Time and again we would be caught eating the berries that grew on the vines just inside a small crop of trees, or trying to peer beyond the foliage to see what lay beyond. Kids are like that, you know, if you tell them not to do something they will push the boundaries of what you set for them."

"Did the fence go up after you left?" she asked, and I can tell that I have her full attention now.

"Oh yes," I say. "It was the late 90s when I moved from that school to CCA. I only just discovered that the fence went up in 2011, when I went over to talk to their administration. It's changed, you know, from when I went there. That forest has been ripped out with only some of the trees remaining and a small road and biking trail running alongside the playground. Since you're not from here, I'll tell you the reason they put it in. It certainly wasn't for the excuse that the admins gave me."

[redthornragdoll]

You don't like Lana del Rey's music. You are just a middle class white girl who has no community and is brain-washed by the Evangelical church.

She isn't filling the void. She's an industry plant guaranteed to make you spend money.

[redthornragdoll]

[helenasurvives]

calling all authors!!

i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:

https://www.fbiic.gov/public/2008/nov/Naming_practice_guide_UK_2006.pdf

this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys 

[theredscreech]

Cultures include Yoruba, Sikh, Vietnamese, Polish, and dozens more!

[conlangery]

This could also be a good staring point for conlangers looking for inspiration for personal name conventions.

[unusual-suspects]

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[redthornragdoll]

[nic0t1ne-angel]

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[redthornragdoll]

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[redthornragdoll]

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[angwlita]

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[rileycastlewrites]

Kinktober Day 16 - Uniforms

Synopsis: The best, bravest, most beautiful Senpai ever has returned to guest lecture at your military academy. You’ve no idea how you lucked into having her as your regular tutor back in First Year. Now, if she’ll only notice you….

Contents: NSFW/MDNI, Uniform Kink, Yuri, Military Lolita inspired outfits, Senpai is Prince of the Girl’s School, mention of spanking

a/n: I’m trying something different here. Focusing heavily on the elements of the kink in question, and a slower build to the literal naughty bits. While having no experience with Uniform Kink. Here goes. I hope you like it.

Lolita Coord reference

Masterpost

You've been trying to speak to her all day. Waiting in corners, behind pillars, and at the back of classrooms. While she meets with professors, speaks to a class on current military endeavors, and graciously attends on the compliments of starstruck First Years. A shining star in her dark grey uniform jacket, silver buttons, sternly fitted skirt, and brand new medals. 

Senpai. Your Senpai. THE Senpai. Recently graduated, with every honor they could find. Junior Lieutenant of her Majesty’s Heavy Armor Knights, 301st Battle Group. Newly minted combat veteran. Your first, and only love.

Not that she knows that, of course. She's only graduated a year ago and, since then, your days have been filled with longing, and fear for her safety. Until the full reports of the Battle of Burning Ridge. After that, fear graduated to nightmare.

Evening has come and gone. Leaving you hidden within the growing shadows of the Academy’s collection of Armors. With the shortest of them standing twenty feet tall, their shadows might swallow you whole. The drab black of your Cadet jacket and skirt only serving to blend you in.

Just when you think you’ll be lost in the darkness…..

“I thought I saw you.” That soft, familiar voice. The one she reserves for private conversations. Or when tutoring another, nervous cadet. Someone like you. You owe your First Year survival to her.

“I'm sorry. You're waiting for me, aren't you?” You mutter-murmur a refutation. “Nonsense. I saw you. Off and on, all day. I just couldn't get away. Can you ever forgive me?” She tips the brim of her officer’s cap with something you will absolutely not mistake for flirtation.

Whatever you stammer out must sound affirmative, because she smiles; and wraps you in a bone crunching hug. Her breasts press against you, too big for her uniform to flatten. And her medals against your plain black Cadet’s uniform. You’re clearly under-dressed. 

Or overdressed. But that’s impossible. You’ve never thought something like that. Not about Senpai. Finding you with your uniform wrinkled and out of regulation. Turning you over her knee, raising your stiff cadet skirt and petticoats, then flogging you senseless with a riding crop.

“I'm so glad. Now, how about joining me for tea in the officer's mess?”

The officers…where the officers eat? When they're visiting a mentor, giving lectures, or doing research to improve their Armors?

This fresh spate of gabbling’s somehow coherent, because Senpai nods. “Of course. Officers are always permitted guests, regardless of rank.” She pulls you onward, full of sudden excitement. Your sharply pleated skirts swishing as you walk. Her heeled boots towering her over you. As if that wouldn’t be true were you both barefoot.

Don’t think about barefoot. Don’t think about unlacing those boots, while kneeling in front of her. While she sits on your bed.

“Besides. Who’d refuse a bonafide war hero?” Only at the tail end does something else, something darker, creep beneath her words. Her cap’s bill shadowing her face. Though her tailored coat’s silver buttons flash like stars.

Inside the mess, surrounded by Senior Lieutenants, Knights, and Knight-Captains; you narrow your mind’s eye to a pinhole. No. Of course not. Three famous Knights; on leave to visit a beloved, aging instructor absolutely can’t be drinking three tables in front you. You never wrote a report on one of them in grade school. Everything beyond Senpai ceases to exist.

Which only magnifies your view of her fine details. The razor sharp pleats of her grey, knee-length skirt. The gleam of her laced up, knee-high black boots. Boots you should be polishing. With her jacket and harness corset on the back of her chair; even the soft, feminine white blouse underneath somehow stands to attention.

You’ve always loved, wanted to be, a woman in uniform. That's the selfish part, that you hide behind boxes in your mental basement, of what brought you here in the first place.

You’re deeply thankful for the multiple petticoats defending your dampening underwear.

But nothing matters like her face. Where lines faintly trace her deceptively soft features. You imagine streaks of white in her lush, thick hair. What you don’t imagine, as it’s very real, is the metal studded patch over her left eye.

Made from the finest, supplest leather. Each pointed stud clearly handforged. Striking, even half hidden behind the wall of her long, sidecut hair. She may wear two medals on her breast. But this warlike work of art seems more real. Like the hallowed Legion of Honor, but more fearsome.

You know she knows you’re staring. Your face stays a minimum shade of red the whole time. But not once does her mask of enthusiastic elegance shift.

You’ve no idea how much time has passed as you leave the mess. Only that it’s fully dark. Which somehow fails to dull the gleam of her silver-blue shoulder cords. “Come, please. Walk with me.”

As if you could refuse.

It’s a short stroll to the Museum of Military History. Where they march first day Cadets, the Academy Commandant acting as tour guide. Instilling in them, as if by spell; the high standards, and martial vigor, of Her Majesty’s Service & Knights. Each day, you wake up praying that it worked on you.

The chains on her bootstraps jingle like fairy bells.

“You were always my favorite student.” One of Senpai’s hands now rests at the small of your back.

An anti-Armor mine detonates beneath your mental feet.

“I’m sorry, sorry. I keep rendering you speechless.” This should be the most narcissistic statement ever. Coming from her, it sounds like she’s genuinely contrite for inconveniencing you.

“It’s true. I know I didn’t always have the time to show it. What with all my extracurriculars. But you truly were.”

“How….” Thankfully ‘when’ and ‘why’ don’t follow, stumbling from your mouth.

“From the first day we met. You were clumsy, scared, and overawed. Even by the more advanced First Years.” Senpai takes a breath. “You looked so lost, so cute. With your uniform a size too big, because Quartermaster fumbled your measurements. Constantly having to push up your Cadet cap out of your face. But all I saw was your burning need, desperation even, to be the finest Officer and Knight Her Majesty could ask for.”

Her leather-gloved hand moves from your back, where it had moved beneath your jacket. To caress you through your stiff uniform blouse. Joining with the other, to cover yours. Enclosing your bare fingers within a fortress of warmth. “One day, you’ll stand before the Queen herself. Receiving our highest honors.”

Is she? No. She can’t be. Senpai can’t be dropping to one knee. On one knee, in front of you.

“Will you do me the honor of wearing my graduation medal on your Cadet’s uniform?”

Time stands still. No matter how absurd, how cliche, that sounds. Regardless, it does.

“Naturally, this isn’t a gift” she rushes out. Suddenly the nervous one. “At the end of the year, I’ll expect your own graduation medal in trade.”

This isn’t happening. It’s not real. You’ll wake up seconds from now. With your roommate snoring like she’s not a veritable pixie. You’re Cadet blacks un-ironed. To learn that Senpai’s been called back to duty earlier than expected. Without meeting you at all.

“Look at me. Only at me. Into my eyes.” Her voice steadies you with the gravity of the Universe’s largest planet. It’s fulsome, and firm like you remember. Yet cloaked in an aura of experience, weight, and somehow, a touch of sorrow.

Whatever she says next, you don’t remember. As you realize that this must be how she calmed her wounded comrades, alone in command, at Burning Ridge.

“......course I understand if you’re already taken. Obviously. You’ve become a beautiful young woman. Who wouldn’t want you? I mean you already were, beautiful I mean, but you’ve grown and matured so much. Gods, I’m making an utter hash of this.” She tugs off a glove, then pushes up her officer’s cap to wipe sweat from her forehead.

Lacking the strength to pull her up, you drop to your knees beside her.

Where all you can think to say is “Why, me?”

“Why? Why? Why!?!” Now Senpai’s the one in shock. “It’s you. All I’ve been able to think about is you.” None of this improves your ability to speak.

“From the moment I stepped onto the warship; that carried my Wing to what was meant to be a sleepy border posting. When the first enemy Wings attacked. And I charged, because I had no choice, with what I already knew were too few Men-At-Arms.” 

Senpai flaps her free hand in disbelief. “Because you were the shield I held before me. And when I, the only one left with a functional Armor, barricaded us behind the Half-Armors of dead Men-at-Arms. And comforted the few wounded left alive. All I could think was you and me and you weren’t there and I was glad you weren’t there because I thought we were all gonna die and I’d never see you again because I failed my first command and I couldn’t even ask you….”

You bury her face in your hair to absorb her tears. Then realize that, even with the current absence of other visitors, this likely isn’t the place Senpai would’ve chosen for an emotional breakdown.

“On your feet, Soldier. We’d best be leaving before enemy scouts spot us.”

Senpai gives you a weird, half-broken, giggle in response. As you become the one leading her, past displays of arms and battle trophies, to a door that leads into the lower storage area. Thankful that you still have a key from last year's duty’s cleaning and maintaining unused exhibits.

Once inside, Senpai leans against the shattered remnants of some unlucky Man-at-Arm’s Half Armor. Which, from the design, indicates the unlucky bastard in question died a century before your parents even married.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t say anything. Back then, I mean. I was a Senior Cadet. In addition to being a tutor for three others, besides you. And taking advanced courses on top of that.”

You pray she hasn’t checked your transcripts. Your own resume, even counting all your unexpected achievements, sounds paltry compared to hers.

“Relationships take time. And presence. And I couldn’t be present. Not enough for what you deserved. And I was always so tired after my schedule that I barely had time to sleep. Everyone has to sleep, even me.” The shades of worry and fatigue from her Academy ordeal seem like they never left her face.

“Besides. You’d been accepted more than a year younger than standard. And it wouldn’t have been appropriate for me to…..”

You stop her with a kiss. “To do that” she finishes, once you’ve finished.

“Well then. I’m almost graduated. And I’m hardly a child anymore. At least not a little one. I’ll be a full fledged Junior Lieutenant, and whole grownup, sixteen months from now.”

Your fingers tap her Graduation Medal, hard enough to make her jump.

“Now then. I believe you’ve something that belongs to me……”

Be here tomorrow, when this story continues with ‘Service Kink’!

Comments and reblogs gratefully appreciated.

[gardensofmielle]

GOLDEN WAX STAMPS! 9 PNG PACK

Hello! Welcome back to my garden. This afternoon (at least here in my country it's already afternoon time) I bring to you all some png about wax stamps. Enjoy them!

[gardensofmielle]

RED WAX STAMPS! 12 PNG PACK

Hello! Welcome back to my garden. Tonight I bring to you all a version of the previous wax stamps pack, but this time in red. Enjoy them!

[redthornragdoll]

Kinktober 2022

Shibari // Gun Play // Pet Play

Overstimulation - In Heat by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Daddy/Mommy - Wendy shows Peter exactly what mommies and daddies do.

Object Insertion - Dorothy meets the Scarecrow

Formal Wear - Mrs. Beaver takes the measure of things...

Prostitution/Sex Work - To see the Wizard costs rubies...

Temperature Play (Ice) - When Edmund met the witch...

Masochism/Sadism // Fisting // Begging

Anal - Don't Stop by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Boot Worship // Ageplay // Size Difference

Weight Gain - Dorothy is home with a surprise...

Bondage - Captivated by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Dirty Talk - That Thing by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Humiliation - Saying Hail Marys like poetry...

Cuckolding - The Pit and the Pendulum 1961, in poetry...

Double Penetration // Handjobs // Leather

Hate Fucking // Pussy Slapping // Medical Play

Pegging // Tit Fucking // Hair Pulling

Role Playing - Baby Likes to Roleplay by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

"Drunk" Sex - Under the Influence by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Masturbation - Skin on Skin by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Denial - All Over It by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Gags // Fucking Machine // Erotic Dancing

Edgeplay - As in "Recent" by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Lactation // Collaring // Mirror Sex

Group Sex - Dorothy lands in Oz

Infidelity - Wild Things by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Body Swap - Body Shots by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Role Reversal - Gareth and Julia from our HP fanfiction...

DubCon/Public Sex - Peaches & Herbs by NautiBitz (Spuffy)

Free Choice

*Anything that is linked to NautiBitz's works is a shrine to them. They have been my smut sempi since I was 16 and where I actively knew that I wanted to be a spicy art creator.

[poisonharvey]

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