#mortis posting

[radr0ach]

someone DM me "unsolicited" dick pics and groom me into becoming the perfect show boy for them already

[radr0ach]

for risk reduction purposes, how can I make an alcohol bottle as safe as possible to fuck myself with? does anyone know a kink dildo maker who makes a safe to use alcohol bottle? any ideas?

[radr0ach]

[radr0ach]

so not sure how to define this blog rn but it's just going to be for posting things like this

[radr0ach]

got my younger t guy friend high on weed and I'm showing him grind house by Tarantino - im so fucking hard.

list of Things we did today:

- he repeatedly told me I'm so masculine and my voice has dropped so much

- I lit his bong while he was inhaling

- he said I should get a shoulder tattoo and it would look so good

[beware-the-silent-type]

Sits at the table with him

:D

I also got some cookies. Do you want some? :3-🏳️‍⚧️🌡

"I.. Cookies? What are those?" ~☆~Mortis started, staring down at the anon with confusion before slowly plucking a cookie from their hands and taking a small bite only to pause as a shudder ran down his back and he devoured the rest, eyes now blazing~☆~

"I need 50 more. Whatever these cookies are, they're delicious.. Oh, my Sapphire Star.. You shouldn't have" ~☆~He says jokingly, smiling widely as a gold tooth glittered like the morning sun and he lets out a deep, belly laugh, a sound that was both unexpected but amusing from someone so intimidating~☆~

"My sapphire star, I do believe that I owe you now. I dont like to leave people expecting dues, after all" ~☆~He slowly, carefully, held out his hand, the rough surface slightly marred with scars and calluses. Where he got those calluses, who knows. But it was a handshake he was offering. A chance to finally touch the untouched. Even if he looked slightmy uncomfortable with the idea of touching someone again.~☆~

[beware-the-silent-type]

Mortis in a Weezer shirt

He doesn't know who one direction or Weezer is. Nobody tell him

Its comfy, so he wears it.

[beware-the-silent-type]

*hands them a box of gifts*

"We can go through them together!" :D -🏳️‍⚧️🌡

~☆~Still slightly annoyed after being touched earlier, Mortis at first doesn't register the person behind him, though when he does, his eyes soften slightly as he sees the gifts~☆~

".. More gifts..?" ~☆~He asks quietly, the golden flowers in his hair just slightly wilted but still framing his face like a crown.~☆~ "I- please.." ~☆~He starts, before pausing, biting the inside of his lip, a habit he seemed to have~☆~

"Thank you..." ~☆~He murmured before walking into the dining room and sitting down on a chair he had no idea was Chairemi. As he sat there, he dug around in a bag of his and grabbed gold bands that were untarnished, polished, and gleaming as if freshly made and placed them on the table for the new person~☆~ "I do believe that these belong to you now.. Take them, as I have no need for them any longer"

~☆~He let out a quiet chuckle, waiting for the anon to join him at the table, hair slightly covering his pale face but he didn't seem to mind, though the slight pink hue to his cheeks told a different story on how he felt about the gifts and talking with people~☆~