#hi doll

[cellophan3wings]

peter peter ponytail

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Have a forehead kiss Buck! 💕

Never washing my face again

[sebxvettel]

[notcanoncompliant]

Aqua

Aw, thank you!!!! I'm so glad you like it 💕💕💕😭😭💕💕💕

[barebunnyboy]

I don’t WANT to watch porn or read smut. I just want my boy. I need him so bad. I want him to hold my thighs open while he tastes me. I want him to leave marks all down my chest. I want him to whisper filthy things in my ear while he fingers me. I want to go down on him, unable to breathe as he pushes my head closer. I want to tie him up all pretty and then tug on the ropes while he fucks me into the mattress. I want to lay on his chest afterwards and fall asleep in his arms.

[playlamb]

being alone is hard. very very very hard, but being rejected is harder than that because it gives you hope to no longer being alone and then takes it back away after you've attached yourself to that hope. i have stopped being alone but only because i have the ability to very heavily mask; i have a human face that can be put on. that is not an ability everyone has so cannot be reccomended, but even if it could i would not reccomend it. i hope one day your life is full of people who make distinct efforts to empathise with you and understand you. 𖦹

I very naturally use masks, I have described it before as the only way I can manifest in the physical world. It is a thing that happens automatically for me, so much so that I never got a chance to see myself fully because the masks were up so much of the time, and I got completely lost to them and forgot they were not me. My journey in life has been finding myself again, I have basically not been here since I was like four, and the conclusion to that journey was a very physically painful consequence where I was forced to figure out how to stop using masks because I do not have the energy for them. I think I will always use them to some extent because I have to, but I also think my aversion to most of life is actually too severe for masks, like I cannot afford to use them like I have , I am more ‘pure’ than someone who can do that consistently. Either way I agree that people shouldn’t hide themselves, it is a really bad poison to the spirit, avoid doing that as much as you can, survive by different means if you can. For me it just lead to intense repression.

I don’t want to be alone but talking to / being around people tends to hurt me a lot, I am just really severely aversive to I think most things that make human culture, in my journey I’ve learned that I can only exist in society through my own revolving set of rules. I don’t think of myself as a human, but I’m affected by things, I have feelings and can love others, but those things happen on different dimensions than they do for most, and I think to ‘empathize’ with me and be close to me you do have to understand that on some level. I have noticed I do really well with people who fully accept me and don’t force me to do anything, I’m very cat-like in that way. I feel cornered easily if you try to get me to behave ‘like a person’. It’s something I can’t do at all and forcing me to is like torture and I will lash out or become really unwell.

I am starting to make friends thou and it has been really nice and good for me. But it is a hard thing to maintain.

[deathdxnces]

-> From Karma;

"Irelia." It was Darha who spoke, not Karma. Her eyes ablaze with a shade of Jade, the color of Ionia's spirit. Hands moving, cutting through the wind, creating intricate patterns as similar Jade flames danced along her fingertips. "I anticipated a conversation sooner or later... Noxians have been found probing the defenses on our shores. Officially, they have been denounced as Brigands. But never, is it so simple as what we perceive." Hands brought to him and then away, dispelling the magic. The Avatar now spoke as Karma, not as Darha. Facing Irelia with hands folded to his stomach. "I invite you to join the Council of Elders to discuss the matters at hand. Speak to the Elders. Distance yourself from the revolutionaries who claim only Ionia's best interests at heart while destroying ancient treaties, disrespecting the land and it's inhabitants, and harming its people through banditry and violence."

»  —  ⌜ UNPROMPTED ASKS⌟

— @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

Irelia needs no warning to know the noxians were getting bolder. The memory of their defeat seemed to linger ever more distant as Swain's power grew, and even had the rest of them not longed to attack as the beasts they were, the blade dancer had seen the Grand General up close. Only once — enough to see the bottomless greed, the hunger for subjugating others, the disbelief in watching his greatest victory being dismantled by a people who weren't supposed to fight back. Her gravest fault had been not taking his life at the Placidium. He would be back; as soon as she learned he yet lived, Irelia was sure of it.

Others tried to pretend the war was over, that everything could go back to what it once was. The dancer could not; instead, she had fought against the lingering taint, remaining ever wary of the ships sighted on Ionian shores. It doesn't matter. Irelia knows the council will inevitably disapprove of her means, regardless of how it had been her blades that bought them all a chance to survive.

They sharpened her and wielded her against the invaders, then expected her edges to no longer cut.

❝ Brigands, ❞ Irelia scoffs at the word, half unsurprised that was the official stance, half disappointed with it nonetheless. Her blades had not been floating at her back, but in one fluid motion they took their place; a gesture not of threat or warning, not even a measure to prepare her defense: habit, and the comfort it brought in the face of her disquiet. ❝ With all due respect, it's obvious that's not what they are — and even if they were, we should be dealing with noxian brigands swiftly, not debating on what to do. They are noxians. Only one fate befits them, Enlightened One. ❞

❝ I would be glad to speak to the Elders and present a different perspective, ❞ Fruitless as the endeavor might be. The agreement isn't unwilling; she had once believed in their guidance, and respect yet lingered from it. The dancer had learned to see things differently, however, and it felt like it was past the time Ionia's leaders did the same.

The pause after her acquiescence is not that of finality, rather one heavy with the weight of a yet unspoken 'but'. Blue eyes search for an answer she would not find in Karma unless they chose to speak it.  ❝ But I must confess I do not understand your meaning. 'Distance myself'...? From who, exactly? The Navori Brotherhood indeed commits those faults, but there is no friendship between us — our methods are not the same. I have only ever fought for our people and our land, and I cannot see how that might be in question. ❞